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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10358 ***</div>
+
+<p class="figure"><img width="80%" src="images/illp002.png" alt=
+"THE BOSS OF LITTLE ARCADY" /></p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2>THE BOSS OF LITTLE ARCADY</h2>
+<center>BY</center>
+<center>HARRY LEON WILSON</center>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<center>Illustrated by Rose Cecil O'Neill</center>
+<p class="figure"><img width="60%" src="images/illp003.png" alt=
+"SINGING BEDOUIN LOVE SONGS" /></p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<center>Published, August, 1905</center>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2>TO</h2>
+<h2>MY MOTHER</h2>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><img width="80%" src="images/illp004.png" alt=
+"READING THE ARGUS." /></p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+<pre>
+<i>THE BOOK OF COLONEL POTTS</i>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+CHAPTER
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH1">I. How the Boss won his Title</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH2">II. The Golden Day of Colonel Potts</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH3">III. The Perfect Lover</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH4">IV. Dreams and Wakings</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH5">V. A Mad Prank of the Gods</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH6">VI. A Matter of Personal Property</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH7">VII. "A World of Fine Fabling"</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH8">VIII. Adventure of Billy Durgin, Sleuth</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH9">IX. How the Boss saved Himself</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH10">X. A Lady of Powers</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH11">XI. How Little Arcady was Uplifted</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH12">XII. Troubled Waters are Stilled</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<i>THE BOOK OF MISS CAROLINE</i>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH13">XIII. A Catastrophe in Furniture</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH14">XIV. The Coming of Miss Caroline</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH15">XV. Little Arcady views a Parade</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH16">XVI. The Spectre of Scandal is Raised</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH17">XVII. The Truth about Shakspere at Last</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH18">XVIII. In which the Game was Played</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH19">XIX. A Worthless Black Hound</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH20">XX. In which Something must be Done</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH21">XXI. Little Arcady is grievously Shaken</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<i>THE BOOK OF LITTLE MISS</i>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH22">XXII. The Time of Dreams</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH23">XXIII. The Strain of Peavey</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH24">XXIV. The Loyalty of Jim</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH25">XXV. The Case of Fatty Budlow</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH26">XXVI. A Little Mystery is Solved</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH27">XXVII. How a Truce was Troublesome</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH28">XXVIII. The Abdication of the Boss</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH29">XXIX. In which All Rules are Broken</a>
+</pre>
+<pre>
+<a href="#CH30">XXX. By Another Hand</a>
+</pre>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><img width="80%" src="images/illp005.png" alt=
+"LITTLE MISS AND JIM." /></p>
+<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2>
+<p>"A chestin' out his chest lahk a ole ma'ash frawg"</p>
+<p>"And yet I have been pestered by cheap flings at my personal
+bearing"</p>
+<p>"We might get him to make a barrel of it for the Sunday-school
+picnic"</p>
+<p>"That will do," I said severely. "Remember there is a gentleman
+present"</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><img width="50%" src="images/illp006.png" alt=
+"THE BOOK OF COLONEL POTTS." /></p>
+<center><h4>"THE BOOK OF COLONEL POTTS."</h4></center>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH1">CHAPTER I</a></h2>
+<center>HOW THE BOSS WON HIS TITLE</center>
+<blockquote>
+<p>Late last Thursday evening one Jonas Rodney Potts, better known
+to this community as "Upright" Potts, stumbled into the mill-race,
+where it had providentially been left open just north of Cady's
+mill. Everything was going along finely until two hopeless
+busybodies were attracted to the spot by his screams, and fished
+him out. It is feared that he will recover. We withhold the names
+of his rescuers, although under strong temptation to publish them
+broadcast.&mdash;<i>Little Arcady Argus</i> of May 21st.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>Looking back to that time from a happier present, I am filled by
+a genuine awe of J. Rodney Potts. Reflecting upon those benign ends
+which the gods chose to make him serve, I can but marvel how
+lightly each of us may meet and scorn a casual Potts, unrecking his
+gracious and predestined office in the play of Fate.</p>
+<p>Of the present&mdash;to me&mdash;supreme drama of the Little
+Country, I can only say that the gods had selected their agent with
+a cunning so flawless that suspicion of his portents could not well
+have been aroused in one lacking discernment like unto the gods'
+very own. So trivially, so utterly, so pitiably casual, to eyes of
+the flesh, was this Potts of Little Arcady, from his immortal soul
+to the least item of his inferior raiment!</p>
+<p>Thus craftily are we fooled by the Lords of Destiny, whose
+caprice it is to affect remoteness from us and a lofty unconcern
+for our poor little doings.</p>
+<p>There is bitterness in the lines of that <i>Argus</i> paragraph,
+and a flippant incivility might be read between them by the least
+discerning.</p>
+<p>Arcady of the Little Country, however, knows there is neither
+bitterness nor real cynicism in Solon Denney, founder, editor, and
+proprietor of the <i>Little Arcady Argus</i>; motto, "Hew to the
+Line, Let the Chips Fall Where they May!" Indeed, we do know Solon.
+Often enough has the <i>Argus</i> hewn inexorably to the line, when
+that line led straight through the heart of its guiding genius and
+through the hearts of us all. One who had seen him, as I did, stand
+uncovered in the presence of his new Washington hand-press, the day
+that dynamo of Light was erected in the <i>Argus</i> office, could
+never suppose him to lack humanity or the just reverence demanded
+by his craft.</p>
+<p>We may concede without disloyalty that Solon is peculiar unto
+himself. In his presence you are cursed with an unquiet suspicion
+that he may become frivolous with you at any moment,&mdash;may,
+indeed, be so at that moment, despite a due facial gravity and
+tones of weight,&mdash;for he will not infrequently seem to be both
+trivial and serious in the same breath. Again, he is amazingly
+sensitive for one not devoid of humor. In a pleasant sense he is
+acutely aware of himself, and he does not dislike to know that you
+feel his quality. Still again, he is bound to spice his writing.
+Were it his lot to report events on the Day of Judgment, I believe
+the <i>Argus</i> account would be thought too highly colored by
+many persons of good taste.</p>
+<p>But Little Arcady knows that Solon is loyal to its
+welfare&mdash;knows that he is fit to wield the mightiest lever of
+Civilization in its behalf on Wednesday of each week.</p>
+<p>We know now, moreover, that an undercurrent of circumstance
+existed which did not even ripple the surface of that apparently
+facetious brutality hurled at J. Rodney Potts.</p>
+<p>The truth may not be told in a word. But it was in this affair
+that Solon Denney won his title of "Boss of Little Arcady," a title
+first rendered unto him somewhat in derision, I regret to say, by a
+number of our leading citizens, who sought, as it were, to make
+sport of him.</p>
+<p>It began in a jest, as do all the choicest tragedies of the
+gods,&mdash;a few lines of idle badinage, meant to spice Solon's
+column of business locals with a readable sprightliness. The thing
+was printed, in fact, between "Let Harpin Cust shine your face with
+his new razors" and "See that line of clocks at Chislett's for
+sixty cents. They look like cuckoos and keep good time." "Not much
+news this week," the item blithely ran, "so we hereby start the
+rumor that 'Upright' Potts is going to leave town. We would incite
+no community to lawless endeavor, but&mdash;may the Colonel
+encounter swiftly in his new environment that warm reception to
+which his qualities of mind, no less than his qualities of heart,
+so richly entitle him,&mdash;that reception, in short, which our
+own debilitated public spirit has timidly refused him. We claim the
+right to start any rumor of this sort that will cheer the souls of
+an admiring constituency. Now is the time to pay up that
+subscription."</p>
+<p>The intention, of course, was openly playful&mdash;a not subtle
+sally meant to be read and forgotten. Yet&mdash;will it be
+credited?&mdash;more than one of us read it so hurriedly, perhaps
+with so passionate a longing to have it the truth, as not to
+perceive its satirical indirections. The rumor actually lived for a
+day that Potts was to disembarrass the town of his presence.</p>
+<p>And then, from the fictitious stuff of this rumor was spawned a
+veritable inspiration. Several of our most public-spirited citizens
+seemed to father it simultaneously.</p>
+<p>"Why should Potts <i>not</i> leave town&mdash;why should he not
+seek out a new field of effort?"</p>
+<p>"Field of effort" was a rank bit of poesy, it being certain that
+Potts would never make an effort worthy of the name in any field
+whatsoever; but the sense of it was plain. Increasingly with the
+years had plans been devised to alleviate the condition of Potts's
+residence among us. Some of these had required a too definite and
+artificial abruptness in the mechanics of his removal; others, like
+Eustace Eubanks's plot for having all our best people refuse to
+notice him, depended upon a sensitiveness in the person aimed at
+which he did not possess. Besides, there had been talk of
+disbarring him from the practice of his profession, and I, as a
+lawyer, had been urged to instigate that proceeding. Unquestionably
+there was ground for it.</p>
+<p>But now this random pleasantry of Solon Denney's set our minds
+to working in another direction.</p>
+<p>In the broad, pleasant window of the post-office, under the "NO
+LOAFING HERE!" sign, half a dozen of us discussed it while we
+waited for the noon mail. There seemed to be a half-formed belief
+that Potts might adroitly be made to perceive advantages in leaving
+us.</p>
+<p>"It's a whole lot better to manipulate and be subtle in a case
+like this," suggested the editor of the <i>Argus</i>. "Threats of
+violence, forcible expulsion, disbarment proceedings&mdash;all
+crude&mdash;and besides they won't move Potts. Jonas Rodney may not
+be gifted with a giant intellect, but he is cunning."</p>
+<p>"The cunning of a precocious boy," prompted Eustace Eubanks, who
+was one of us. "He is well aware that we would not dare attempt
+lawless violence."</p>
+<p>"Exactly, Eustace," answered Solon. "I tell you, gentlemen, this
+thriving little town needs a canning factory, as we all know; but
+more than a canning factory it needs a Boss,&mdash;one of those
+strong characters that make tools of their fellow-men, who rule our
+cities with an iron hand but take care to keep the hand in a velvet
+glove,&mdash;a Boss that is diplomatic, yet an autocrat."</p>
+<p>That careless use of the term "Boss" was afterward seen to be
+unfortunate for Solon. They remembered it against him.</p>
+<p>"That's right," said Westley Keyts. "Let's be diplomatic with
+him."</p>
+<p>"How would <i>you</i> begin, Westley, if you don't mind telling
+us?" Solon had already begun to shape a scheme of his own.</p>
+<p>"Why," answered Westley, looking very earnest, "just go up to
+him in a quiet, refined manner&mdash;no blustering,
+understand&mdash;and say in a low tone, kind of off-hand but
+serious, 'Now, look a' here, Potts, old boy, let's talk this thing
+over like a couple of gentlemen had ought to.' 'Well, all right,'
+says Potts, 'that's fair&mdash;I couldn't refuse <i>that</i> as
+from one gentleman to another gentleman.' Well, then, say to him,
+'Now, Potts, you know as well as any man in this town that you're
+an all-round no-good&mdash;you're a human <i>Not</i>&mdash;and a
+darn scalawag into the bargain. So what's the <i>use</i>? Will you
+go, or won't you?' Then if he'd begin to hem and haw and try to put
+it off with one thing or another, why, just hint in a roundabout
+way&mdash;perfectly genteel, you understand&mdash;that there'd be
+doings with a kittle of tar and feathers that same night at
+eight-thirty sharp, rain or shine, with a free ride right afterward
+to the town line and mebbe a bit beyond, without no cushions. Up
+about the Narrows would be a good place to say farewell," he
+concluded thoughtfully.</p>
+<p>We had listened patiently enough, but this was too summary.
+Westley Keyts is our butcher, a good, honest, energetic, downright
+business man with a square forehead and a blunt jaw and red hair
+that bristles with challenges. But he seems compelled to say too
+nearly what he means to render him useful in negotiations requiring
+any considerable finesse.</p>
+<p>"We were speaking, Westley, of the gentle functions of
+diplomacy," remarked Solon, cuttingly. "Of course, we <i>could</i>
+waylay Potts and kill him with one of your cleavers and have his
+noble head stuffed and mounted to hang up over Barney Skeyhan's
+bar, but it wouldn't be subtle&mdash;it would not be what the
+newspapers call 'a triumph of diplomacy'! And then, again, reports
+of it might be carried to other towns, and talk would be
+caused."</p>
+<p>"Now, say," retorted Westley, somewhat abashed, "I was thinking
+I answered all <i>that</i> by winding up the way like I did, asking
+him,&mdash;not mad-like, you understand,&mdash;'Now will you go or
+<i>won't</i> you?' just like that. All I can say is, if that ain't
+diplomacy, then I don't know what in Time diplomacy <i>is</i>!"</p>
+<p>I think we conceded this, in silence, be it understood, for
+Westley is respected. But we looked to Solon for a more tenuous
+subtlety. Nor did he fail us. Two days later Potts upon the public
+street actually announced his early departure from Little
+Arcady.</p>
+<p>To know how pleasing an excitement this created one should know
+more about Potts. It will have been inferred that he was
+objectionable. For the fact, he was objectionable in every way: as
+a human being, a man, a citizen, a member of the Slocum County bar,
+and a veteran of our late civil conflict. He was shiftless, untidy,
+a borrower, a pompous braggart, a trouble-maker, forever driving
+some poor devil into senseless litigation. Moreover, he was
+blithely unscrupulous in his dealings with the Court, his clients,
+his brother-attorneys, and his fellow-men at large. When I add that
+he was given to spells of hard drinking, during which he became
+obnoxious beyond the wildest possible dreams of that quality, it
+will be seen that we of Little Arcady were not without reason for
+wishing him away.</p>
+<p>He had drifted casually in upon us after the war, accompanied
+somewhat elegantly by one John Randolph Clement Tuckerman, an
+ex-slave. He came with much talk of his regiment,&mdash;a
+fat-cheeked, florid man of forty-five or so, with shifty blue eyes
+and an address moderately insinuating. Very tall he was, and so
+erect that he seemed to lean a little backward. This physical
+trait, combining with a fancy for referring to himself freely as
+"an upright citizen of this reunited and glorious republic, sir!"
+had speedily made him known as "Upright" Potts. He was of a slender
+build and a bony frame, except in front. His long, single-breasted
+frock-coat hung loosely enough about his shoulders, yet buttoned
+tightly over a stomach that was so incongruous as to seem
+artificial. The sleeves of the coat were glossy from much desk
+rubbing, and its front advertised a rather inattentive behavior at
+table. The Colonel's dress was completed by drab overgaiters and
+poorly draped trousers of the same once-delicate hue. Upon his bald
+head, which was high and peaked, like Sir Walter Scott's, he
+carried a silk hat in an inferior state of preservation. When he
+began to drink it was his custom to repair at once to a barber and
+submit to having his side-whiskers trimmed fastidiously. Sober, he
+seemed to feel little pride of person, and his whiskers at such a
+time merely called attention somewhat unprettily to his lack of a
+chin. His other possessions were an ebony walking stick with a gold
+head and what he referred to in moments of expansion as his
+"library." This consisted of a copy of the Revised Statutes, a
+directory of Cincinnati, Ohio, for the year 1867, and two volumes
+of Patent Office reports.</p>
+<p>At the time of which I speak the Colonel had long been sober,
+and the day that Solon Denney completed those mysterious
+negotiations with him he was as far from conventional standards of
+the beautiful as I remember to have seen him.</p>
+<p>The guise of Solon's subtlety, the touch of his iron hand in a
+glove of softest velvet, had been in this wise: he had pointed out
+to the Colonel that there were richer fields of endeavor to the
+west of us; newer, larger towns, fitter abodes for a man of his
+parts; communities which had honors and emoluments to lavish upon
+the worthy,&mdash;prizes which it would doubtless never be in our
+poor power to bestow.</p>
+<p>Potts was stirred by all this, but he was not blinded to certain
+disadvantages,&mdash;"a stranger in a strange land," etc., while in
+Little Arcady he had already "made himself known."</p>
+<p>But, suggested Solon, with a ready wit, if the stranger were to
+go fortified with certificates of character from the leading
+citizens of his late home?</p>
+<p>This was a thing to consider. Potts reflected more favorably;
+but still he hesitated. He was unable to believe that these
+certificates of his excellence might be obtained. The bar and the
+commercial element of Little Arcady had been cold, not to say
+suspicious, toward him. It was an unpleasant thing to mention, but
+a cabal had undeniably been formed.</p>
+<p>Solon was politely incredulous. He pledged his word of honor as
+a gentleman to provide the letters,&mdash;a laudatory, an uplifting
+letter, from every citizen in town whose testimony would be of
+weight; also a half-column of fit praise in the next issue of the
+<i>Argus</i>, twelve copies of which Potts should freely carry off
+with him for judicious scattering about the fortunate town in which
+his journey should end.</p>
+<p>Then Potts spoke openly of the expenses of travel. Solon,
+royally promising a purse of gold to take him on his way, clenched
+the winning of a neat and bloodless victory.</p>
+<p>No one has ever denied that Denney must have employed a
+faultless, an incomparable tact, to bring J. Rodney Potts to this
+agreement. By tact alone had he achieved that which open sneers,
+covert insult, abuse, ridicule, contumely, and forthright threats
+had failed to consummate, and in the first flush of the news we all
+felt much as Westley Keyts said he did.</p>
+<p>"Solon Denney is some subtler than me," said Westley, in a
+winning spirit of concession; "I can see that, now. He's the Boss
+of Little Arcady after this, all right, so far as <i>I</i>
+know."</p>
+<p>Nevertheless, there was misgiving about the letters for Potts.
+Old Asa Bundy, our banker, wanted to know, somewhat peevishly, if
+it seemed quite honest to send Potts to another town with a satchel
+full of letters certifying to his rare values as a man and a
+citizen. What would that town think of us two or three days
+later?</p>
+<p>"This is no time to split hairs, Bundy," said Solon; and I
+believe I added, "Don't be quixotic, Mr. Bundy!"</p>
+<p>Hereupon Westley Keyts broke in brightly.</p>
+<p>"Why, now, they'll see in a minute that the whole thing was
+meant as a joke. They'll see that the laugh is on <i>them</i>, and
+they'll have a lot of fun out of it, and then send the old cuss
+along to another town with some more funny letters to fool the next
+ones." "That's all very <i>well</i>, but it isn't high conduct,"
+insisted Bundy.</p>
+<p>Westley Keyts now achieved the nearest approach to diplomacy I
+have ever known of him.</p>
+<p>"Oh, well, Asa, after all, this is a world of give and take.
+'Live and let live' is my motto."</p>
+<p>"We must use common sense in these matters, you know, Bundy,"
+observed Solon, judicially.</p>
+<p>And that sophistry prevailed, for we were weak unto faintness
+from our burden.</p>
+<p>We gave letters setting forth that J. Rodney Potts was the ideal
+inhabitant of a city larger than our own. We glowed in describing
+the virtues of our departing townsman; his honesty of purpose, his
+integrity of character, his learning in the law, his wide range of
+achievement, civic and military,&mdash;all those attributes that
+fitted him to become a stately ornament and a tower of strength to
+any community larger in the least degree than our own modest
+town.</p>
+<p>And there was the purse. Fifty dollars was suggested by Eustace
+Eubanks, but Asa Bundy said that this would not take Potts far
+enough. Eustace said that a man could travel an immense distance
+for fifty dollars. Bundy retorted that an ordinary man might
+perhaps go far enough on that sum, but not Potts.</p>
+<p>"If we are to perpetrate this outrage at all," insisted Bundy,
+pulling in calculation at his little chin-whisker, "let us do it
+thoroughly. A hundred dollars can't take Potts any too far. We must
+see that he keeps going until he could never get back&mdash;" We
+all nodded to this.</p>
+<p>"&mdash;and another thing, the farther away from this town those
+letters are read,&mdash;why, the better for our reputations."</p>
+<p>A hundred dollars it was. Purse and letters were turned over to
+Solon Denney to deliver to Potts. The <i>Argus</i> came out with
+its promised eulogy, a thing so fulsome that any human being but J.
+Rodney Potts would have sickened to read it of himself.</p>
+<p>But our little town was elated. One could observe that last day
+a subdued but confident gayety along its streets as citizens
+greeted one another.</p>
+<p>On every hand were good fellowship and kind words, the
+light-hearted salute, the joyous mien. It was an occasion that came
+near to being festal, and Solon Denney was its hero. He sought to
+bear his honors with the modesty that is native to him, but in his
+heart he knew that we now spoke of him glibly as the Boss of Little
+Arcady, and the consciousness of it bubbled in his manner in spite
+of him.</p>
+<p>When it was all over,&mdash;though I had not once raised my
+voice in protest, and had frankly connived with the others,&mdash;I
+confess that I felt shame for us and pity for the friendless man we
+were sending out into the world. Something childlike in his
+acceptance of the proposal, a few phrases of naive enthusiasm for
+his new prospects, repeated to me by Solon, touched me strangely.
+It was, therefore, with real embarrassment that I read the
+<i>Argus</i> notice. "With profound regret," it began, "we are
+obliged to announce to our readers the determination of our
+distinguished fellow-townsman, Colonel J. Rodney Potts, to shake
+the dust of Little Arcady from his feet. Deaf to entreaties from
+our leading citizens, the gallant Colonel has resolved that in
+simple justice to himself he must remove to some larger field of
+action, where his native genius, his flawless probity, and his
+profound learning in the law may secure for him those richer
+rewards which a man of his unusual caliber commendably craves and
+so abundantly merits."</p>
+<p>There followed an overflowing half-column of warmest praise,
+embodying felicitations to the unnamed city so fortunate as to
+secure this "peerless pleader and Prince of Gentlemen." It ended
+with the assurance that Colonel Potts would take with him the
+cordial good-will of every member of a community to which he had
+endeared himself, no less by his sterling civic virtues than by his
+splendid qualities of mind and heart.</p>
+<p>The thing filled me with an indignant pity. I tried in vain to
+sleep. In the darkness of night our plan came to seem like an
+atrocious outrage upon a guileless, defenceless ne'er-do-well. For
+my share of the guilt, I resolved to convey to Potts privately on
+the morrow a more than perfunctory promise of aid, should he find
+himself distressed at any time in what he would doubtless term his
+new field of endeavor.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH2">CHAPTER II</a></h2>
+<center>THE GOLDEN DAY OF COLONEL POTTS</center>
+<p>I awoke the next morning under most vivid portents of calamity.
+I believe I am neither notional, nor given to small, vulgar
+superstitions, but I have learned that this peculiar sensation is
+never without significance. I remember that I felt it the night our
+wagon bridge went out by high water. I tried to read the
+presentiment as I dressed. But not until I was shaving did it
+relate itself to the going out of Potts. Then the illumination came
+with a speed so electric that I gashed my chin under the shock of
+it. Instantly I seemed to know, as well as I know to-day, that the
+Potts affair had, in some manner, been botched.</p>
+<p>So apprehensive was I that I lingered an hour on my little
+riverside porch, dreading the events that I felt the day must
+unfold. Inevitably, however, I was drawn to the centre of things.
+Turning down Main Street at the City Hotel corner, on the way to my
+office, I had to pass the barber-shop of Harpin Cust, in front of
+which I found myself impelled to stop. Looking over the row of
+potted geraniums in the window, I beheld Colonel Potts in the
+chair, swathed to the chin in the barber's white cloth, a gaze of
+dignified admiration riveted upon his counterpart in the mirror.
+Seen thus, he was not without a similarity to pictures of the
+Matterhorn, his bare, rugged peak rising fearsomely above his
+snow-draped bulk. Harpin appeared to be putting the last snipping
+touches to the Colonel's too-long neglected side-whiskers. On the
+table lay his hat and gold-headed cane, and close at hand stood his
+bulging valise.</p>
+<p>I walked hastily on. The thing was ominous. Yet, might it not
+merely denote that Potts wished to enter upon his new life well
+barbered? The bulging bag supported this possibility, and yet I was
+ill at ease.</p>
+<p>Reaching my office, I sought to engage myself with the papers of
+an approaching suit, but it was impossible to ignore the darkling
+cloud of disaster which impended. I returned to the street
+anxiously.</p>
+<p>On my way to the City Hotel, where I had resolved to await like
+a man what calamity there might be, I again passed the
+barber-shop.</p>
+<p>Harpin Cust now leaned, gracefully attentive, on the back of the
+empty chair, absently swishing his little whisk broom. Before him
+was planted Potts, his left foot advanced, his head thrown back,
+reading to Harpin from a spread page of the <i>Argus</i>. I divined
+that he was reading Solon's comment upon himself, and I
+shuddered.</p>
+<p>As I paused at the door of the hotel Potts emerged from the
+barber-shop. In one hand he carried his bag, in the other his cane
+and the <i>Little Arcady</i> <i>Argus</i>. His hat was a bit to one
+side, and it seemed to me that he was leaning back farther than
+usual. He had started briskly down the street in the opposite
+direction from me, but halted on meeting Eustace Eubanks. The
+Colonel put down his bag and they shook hands. Eustace seemed eager
+to pass on, but the Colonel detained him and began reading from the
+<i>Argus</i>. His voice carried well on the morning air, and
+various phrases, to which he gave the full meed of emphasis,
+floated to me on the gentle breeze. "That peerless pleader and
+Prince of Gentlemen," came crisply to my ears. Eustace appeared to
+be restive, but the Colonel, through caution, or, perhaps, mere
+friendliness, had moored him by a coat lapel.</p>
+<p>The reading done, I saw that Eustace declined some urgent
+request of the Colonel's, drawing away the moment his coat was
+released. As they parted, my worst fears were confirmed, for I saw
+the Colonel progress flourishingly to the corner and turn in under
+the sign, "Barney Skeyhan; Choice Wines, Liquors, and Cigars."</p>
+<p>"What did he say?" I asked of Eustace as he came up.</p>
+<p>"It was exceedingly distasteful, Major." Eustace was not a
+little perturbed by the encounter. "He read every word of that
+disgusting article in the <i>Argus</i> and then he begged me to go
+into that Skeyhan's drinking-place with him and have a glass of
+liquor. I said very sharply, 'Colonel Potts, I have never known the
+taste of liquor in my whole life nor used tobacco in any form.' At
+that he looked at me in the utmost astonishment and said: 'Bless my
+soul! <i>Really?</i> Young man, don't you put it off another
+day&mdash;life is awful uncertain.' 'Why, Colonel,' I said,
+'<i>that</i> isn't any way to talk,' but he simply tore down the
+street, saying that I was taking great chances."</p>
+<p>"And now he is reading his piece to Barney Skeyhan!" I
+groaned.</p>
+<p>"Rum is the scourge of our American civilization," remarked
+Eustace, warmly.</p>
+<p>"Barney Skeyhan's rum would scourge anybody's civilization," I
+said.</p>
+<p>"Of course I meant <i>all</i> civilization," suggested Eustace,
+in polite help to my lame understanding.</p>
+<p>Precisely at nine o'clock Potts issued from Skeyhan's, bearing
+his bag, cane, and <i>Argus</i> as before. He looked up and down
+the quiet street interestedly, then crossed over to Hermann
+Hoffmuller's, another establishment in which our civilization was
+especially menaced. He was followed cordially by five of Little
+Arcady's lesser citizens, who had obviously sustained the relation
+of guests to him at Skeyhan's. In company with Westley Keyts and
+Eubanks, I watched this procession from the windows of the City
+Hotel. Solon Denney chanced to pass at the moment, and we hailed
+him.</p>
+<p>"Oh, I'll soon fix <i>that</i>," said Solon, confidently. "Don't
+you worry!"</p>
+<p>And forthwith he sent Billy Durgin, who works in the City Hotel,
+to Hoffmuller's. He was to remind Colonel Potts that his train left
+at eleven-eight.</p>
+<p>Billy returned with news. Potts was reading the piece to
+Hoffmuller and a number of his patrons. Further, he had bought, and
+the crowd was then consuming, the two fly-specked bottles of
+champagne which Hoffmuller had kept back of his bar, one on either
+side of a stuffed owl, since the day he began business eleven years
+before.</p>
+<p>Billy also brought two messages to Solon: one from Potts that he
+had been mistaken about the attitude of Little Arcady toward
+himself&mdash;that he was seeing this more clearly every minute.
+The other was from Hoffmuller. Solon Denney was to know that some
+people might be just as good as other people who thought themselves
+a lot better, and would he please not take some shingles off a
+man's roof?</p>
+<p>Solon, ever the incorrigible optimist, said, "Of course I might
+have waited till he was on the train to give him the money; but
+don't worry, he'll be ready enough to go when the 'bus starts."</p>
+<p>I felt unable to share his confidence. That presentiment had for
+the moment corrupted my natural hopefulness.</p>
+<p>It was a few moments after ten when Potts next appeared to our
+group of anxious watchers. This time he had more friends. They
+swarmed respectfully but enthusiastically after him out of
+Hoffmuller's place, a dozen at least of our ne'er-do-wells. One of
+these, "Big Joe" Kestril, a genial lout of a section-hand,
+ostentatiously carried the bag and had an arm locked tenderly
+through one of the Colonel's. These two led the procession. It
+halted at the corner, where the Colonel began to read his
+<i>Argus</i> notice to Bela Bedford, our druggist, who had been on
+the point of entering his store. But the newspaper had suffered. It
+was damp from being laid on bars, and parts of it were in tatters.
+The reader paused, midway of the first paragraph, to piece a tear
+across the column, and Bedford escaped by dashing into his store.
+The Colonel, suddenly discovering that he could recite the thing
+from memory, did so with considerable dramatic effect, seeming not
+to notice the defection of Bedford. The crowd cheered madly when he
+had finished, and followed him across the street to the bar of the
+City Hotel.</p>
+<p>We could now observe better. The bar of the City Hotel is next
+the office. A door is open between them with a wooden screen
+standing before it. Inside the carouse raged, while we, who had
+thought to set Potts at large, listened and wondered. The taller
+among us could overlook the screen. We beheld Potts, one elbow
+resting on the bar, his other hand with the cane in it waving
+forward his unreluctant train, while he loudly inquired if there
+were drink to be had suitable for a gentleman who was prepared to
+spend his money like a lord.</p>
+<p>"None of that cooking whiskey, mind&mdash;nothing but the best
+bottled goods, if you please!" was the next suggestion.</p>
+<p>Again the crowd cheered. New faces were constantly appearing.
+The news had gone out with an incredible rapidity. Honest men,
+inflamed by the report, were leaving their works and speeding to
+the front from as far north as the fair-grounds and as far south as
+the depot.</p>
+<p>"Soon," said Potts, after the first drink, "ah, too soon, I
+shall be miles away from your thriving little hamlet,&mdash;as
+pretty a spot, by the way, as God ever made,&mdash;seeing none but
+strange faces, longing for the old hearty hand-clasps, seeking,
+perhaps, in vain, for one kindly look which&mdash;which is now to
+be observed on every hand. But, friends, Colonel J. Rodney will not
+forget you. I have rare prospects, but no matter. To this little
+spot, the fairest in all Nature,&mdash;here among your simple,
+heartfelt faces, where I first got my start,&mdash;here my feelings
+will ever and anon return; for&mdash;why should I conceal
+it?&mdash;it is you, my friends, who have made me the man I
+am."</p>
+<p>Here Potts put an arm over the shoulder of Big Joe and urged
+pleadingly: "Another verse of that sweet old song, boys. I tell you
+that has the true heart-stuff in it&mdash;now&mdash;"</p>
+<p>They roared out a verse of "Auld Lang Syne," with execrable
+attempts at part-singing, little Dan Lefferts, a dissolute
+house-painter, contributing a tenor that was simply maniacal.</p>
+<p>Potts ordered more drinks. This done, he leaned heavily upon the
+bar and burst into tears. The varlets crowded about him with
+tender, soothing words, while we in the other room anxiously
+watched them and the clock.</p>
+<p>He was overcome, it seemed, by the affection which it now
+transpired that Little Arcady bore for him. Presently he half dried
+his tears and drew from an inner pocket of his coat the package of
+our letters.</p>
+<p>With eyes again streaming, in a sob-riven voice, he read them
+all to the pleased crowd. At the end, he regained control of
+himself.</p>
+<p>"Gentlemen, believe it or not, nothing has touched me like this
+since I bade farewell to my regiment in '65. You are getting under
+the heart of Jonas Rodney this time&mdash;I can't deny that."</p>
+<p>He began on the letters again, selecting the choicest, and not
+forgetting at intervals to rebuke the bar-tender for alleged
+inactivity.</p>
+<p>At last the clock marked ten-forty, and we heard the welcome
+rumble of the 'bus wheels. There was a hurried consultation with
+Amos Deane, the driver. He was to enter the bar in a brisk,
+businesslike way, seize the bag, and hustle the Colonel out before
+he had time to reflect. We peered over the screen, knowing the
+fateful moment was come.</p>
+<p>We saw the Colonel resist the attack on his bag and listen with
+marked astonishment to the assertion of Amos that there was just
+time to catch the train.</p>
+<p>"Time was made for slaves," said Potts.</p>
+<p>"That there train ain't goin' to wait a minute," reminded Amos,
+civilly. The Colonel turned upon him with a large sweetness of
+manner.</p>
+<p>"Ah, yes, my friend, but trains will be passing through your
+pretty little hamlet for years&mdash;I hope for ages&mdash;yet.
+They pass every day, but you can't have Jonas Rodney Potts every
+day."</p>
+<p>Here, with a gesture, he directed the crowd's attention to
+Amos.</p>
+<p>"Look at him, gentlemen. Speak to him for me&mdash;for I cannot.
+I ask you to note the condition he's in." Here, again, the Colonel
+burst into tears. "And, oh, my God!" he sobbed, "could they ask me
+to trust myself to a drunken rowdy of a driver, even if I
+<i>was</i> going?" Amos was not only sober, he was a shrewd
+observer of events, a seasoned judge of men. He turned away without
+further parley. Big Joe told him he ought to be in better business
+than trying to break up a pleasant party.</p>
+<p>As the 'bus started, the strains of "Auld Lang Syne" floated to
+us again, and we knew the day was lost.</p>
+<p>"A hand of iron in a cunning little velvet glove," said Westley
+Keyts, in deep disgust as he left us. "It looks to me a darned
+sight more like a hand of mush in a glove of the <i>same!</i>"</p>
+<p>I have often been brought to realize that the latent nobility in
+our human nature is never so effectually aroused as at the second
+stage of alcoholic dementia. The victim sustains a shock of
+illumination hardly less than divine. On a sudden he is vividly
+cognizant of his overwhelming spiritual worth. Dazed in the first
+moment of this flooding consciousness, he is presently to be heard
+recalling instances of his noble conduct under difficulty, of
+righteous fortitude under strain. Especially does he find himself
+endowed with the antique virtues&mdash;with courage and a rugged
+fidelity, a stainless purity of motive, a fond and measureless
+generosity.</p>
+<p>To this stage the libations of Potts had now brought him. He
+began to refresh the crowd with comments upon his own worth,
+interspersed with kindly but hurt appreciations of the great
+world's lack of discernment. He besought and defied each gentleman
+present to recall an occasion, however trivial, when his conduct
+had fallen short of the loftiest standards. Especially were they
+begged to cite an instance when he had deviated in the least degree
+from a line of strictest loyalty to any friend. Big Joe Kestril was
+overcome at this. He broke down and wept out upon the shoulder of
+Potts his hopeless inability to comply with that outrageous
+request. The entire crowd became emotional, and a dozen lighted
+matches were thrust forward toward an apparently incombustible
+cigar with which Potts had long striven.</p>
+<p>Recovering from these first ravages of his self-analysis, the
+Colonel became just a bit critical.</p>
+<p>"But you see, boys, a man of my attributes is hampered and kept
+down in a one-horse place like this. Remarks have been passed about
+me here that I should blush to repeat. I say it in confidence, but
+I have again and again been made the sport of a wayward and wanton
+ridicule. I say, gentlemen, I have always conducted myself as only
+a Potts knows how to conduct himself&mdash;and yet I have been
+pestered by cheap flings at my personal bearing. Is this courtesy,
+is it common fairness, is it the boasted civilization of our
+nineteenth century?"</p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><a href="images/illp027t.jpg"><img width="40%"
+src="images/illp027t.jpg" alt=
+"AND YET I HAVE BEEN PESTERED BY CHEAP FLINGS AT MY PERSONAL BEARING." />
+</a></p>
+<center><h5>"AND YET I HAVE BEEN PESTERED BY CHEAP FLINGS AT MY PERSONAL
+BEARING."</h5></center>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p>Hoarse expressions of incredulity, of execration, of disgust,
+came from the crowd as it raised glasses once more. The Colonel
+glared down the sloppy length of the bar, then gazed aloft into the
+smoky heights. The crowd waited for him to say something.</p>
+<p>"This is a beautiful day, gentlemen. A fine, balmy spring day.
+Let us be out and away to mossy dells. Why stay in this low
+drinking-place when all Nature beckons? Come on back to
+Hoffmuller's. Besides,"&mdash;he cast a reproachful look at the
+bar-tender,&mdash;"the hospitality of this place is not what an
+upright citizen of this great republic has a right to expect when
+he's throwing his good money right and left."</p>
+<p>He marched out in hurt dignity, followed by his train, many of
+whom, in loyalty to their host, sneered openly at the bar-tender as
+they passed.</p>
+<p>Outside the Colonel poised himself in gala attitude, and
+benignantly surveyed our quiet little Main Street in both
+directions. Across the way in the door of the First National Bank
+stood Asa Bundy, a look of interest on his face.</p>
+<p>The Colonel's sweeping glance halted upon Bundy. With a glad cry
+he started across to him, but Bundy, beholding the move, fled
+actively inside. The Colonel reached the door of the bank and tried
+the knob, but the key had been turned in the lock, and the next
+moment the curtains of the door were swiftly drawn. "Bank Closed"
+was printed upon them in large gold letters.</p>
+<p>Potts stepped aside to look into the window, and the curtain of
+that descended relentlessly. The bank had suddenly taken on an
+aspect of Sabbath blankness. Once more the Colonel rattled the
+knob, then he turned to his gathering followers.</p>
+<p>"Gentlemen, I came here to press the hand of one of Nature's
+noblemen, my tried friend, the Honorable Asa Bundy, whom we have
+just seen retreating to his precincts, as I might say, with a
+modesty that is rarely beautiful. But no matter." Here the Colonel
+mounted the top step and glowed out upon his faithful and ever
+enlarging band.</p>
+<p>"Instead, my friends, allow me to read you this splendid tribute
+from Bundy, and I trust that after this I shall never hear one of
+you utter a word in his disparagement."</p>
+<p>Rapidly fluttering the packet of letters, he drew out one
+bearing the imprint of the First National Bank of Little Arcady.
+The crowd, pressing closer, was cheerfully animated. From down the
+street on both sides anxious looks were bent upon the scene by many
+of our leading citizens.</p>
+<p>"'To Whom it May Concern,'" began the Colonel, in a voice that
+carried to the confines of our business centre; "'The determination
+of our esteemed citizen, Colonel J. Rodney Potts, to remove from
+our town makes it fitting that I record my high appreciation of his
+character as a man and his unusual attainments as a lawyer. His
+going will be a grievous loss to our community, atoned for only by
+the knowledge that he will better himself in a field of richer
+opportunities. He has proved himself to possess in full measure
+those qualities which go to the making of the best American
+citizenship, and these, as exercised in our behalf during his all
+too-short sojourn among us, entitle him to be cordially commended
+as worthy of all trust in any position to which he may aspire. Very
+sincerely, A. Bundy, President.'"</p>
+<p>Again and again the crowd cheered, and there were encouraging
+calls for Bundy; but the First National Bank stolidly preserved its
+Sabbath front.</p>
+<p>A moment later the Colonel was leading his steadfast cohort
+across the street again. Marvin Chislett had unwarily peeped from
+inside the door of his mercantile establishment. There was but time
+to turn the key and draw the curtains before the procession halted.
+Such behavior may have perplexed Potts, but daunt him it could not.
+From Chislett's top step he read Chislett's letter to the delighted
+throng, a letter in which Potts was said to bear an unblemished
+reputation, and to be a gentleman and a scholar, amply meriting any
+trust that might be reposed in him.</p>
+<p>From Chislett's they moved on to the foot of the stairs leading
+to the <i>Argus</i> office. Potts sent Big Joe up for twenty-five
+copies of the latest number, and, standing on the coal box, he
+gallantly distributed these to the crowd as it filed before him,
+intoning from memory, meantime, snatches of the eulogy, while the
+crowd flourished the papers and gurgled noisily.</p>
+<p>A brief plunge into the lethal flood at Skeyhan's, and they came
+once more abroad, this time closing the Boston Cash Store most
+expeditiously. Potts, enthroned upon a big box in front, among
+bolts of muslin, straw hats, and bunches of innocent early lettuce,
+read the splendid tribute of the store's proprietor to his capacity
+as an expert in jurisprudence and his fitness for a seat of
+judicial honor. The bank and Chislett's being still closed, the
+little street, except in the near vicinity of Potts, began to sleep
+in a strange calm.</p>
+<p>There were other doors to conquer, however, and Potts, at the
+head of his <i>Argus</i>-waving crowd of degenerates, vanquished
+them all.</p>
+<p>Up and down he wandered busily, doors closing and curtains
+falling swiftly at his approach. Then would he turn majestically,
+and say, with a hand raised, "My friends, a moment's silence, while
+I read you this magnificent tribute from one who is unfortunately
+not among us."</p>
+<p>He was so impressive with this that at last the crowd would
+remove hats at each reading, to the Colonel's manifest approval.
+The doffed hat and the clutched <i>Argus</i> became the mark of his
+drink-bought serfs. By four o'clock the only hospitable doorways on
+the street were those of the three saloons. Our leading business
+men were departing from their establishments by back doors and the
+secrecy of gracious alleys.</p>
+<p>From Skeyhan's to Hoffmuller's, from Hoffmuller's to the City
+Hotel, the crowd sang and shouted its irregular progress, the air
+being "Auld Lang Syne."</p>
+<p>It was about this time that the Colonel unhappily caught a
+glimpse of myself through the window of the hotel. A glad light
+came into his eyes, and at once he searched among the letters,
+crying, meanwhile: "My brother in arms! A younger brother, but a
+gallant officer, none the less&mdash;"</p>
+<p>I knew that he sought my letter. Egress from the City Hotel may
+be achieved, when desirable, by a side door, and I saw no more of
+Potts that day. I believe my letter spoke of him as an able and
+graceful pleader, meriting judicial honors, or something of that
+sort. I had forgotten its exact words, but I did not wish to hear
+Potts read them. So I fled to spend the remainder of that eventful
+day quietly among rosebushes and tender, budding hyacinths,
+unspotted of the world, receiving, however, occasional bulletins of
+the orgy from passers-by. From these and sundry narratives gleaned
+the following day, I was able to trace the later hours of this
+scandalous saturnalia.</p>
+<p>By six o'clock Potts had spent all his money. By six-fifteen
+this fact could no longer be concealed, and such of his following
+as had not already fallen by the wayside crept, one by one, to
+rest. They left the Colonel dreamily, murmurously happy in a chair
+at the end of the City Hotel bar.</p>
+<p>Here, he was discovered about six-thirty by Eustace Eubanks, who
+had incautiously thought to rebuke him.</p>
+<p>"For shame, Colonel Potts!" began Eustace, seeking to fix the
+uncertain eyes with his finger of scorn. "For shame to have
+squandered all that money for rum. Don't you know, sir, that a
+hundred and sixty thousand men die yearly in our land from the
+effects of rum?"</p>
+<p>"Hundred sixty thousand!" mused the Colonel, in polite
+amazement. "Well, well, figures can't lie! What of it?"</p>
+<p>"You have dishonestly spent that money given to you in sacred
+trust."</p>
+<p>This seemed to arouse Potts, and he surveyed Eubanks with more
+curiosity than delight. He arose, buttoned his coat, fixed his hat
+firmly upon his head, and took up his stick and bag. He put upon
+Eustace a glance of dignified urbanity, as he spoke.</p>
+<p>"I don't know who you are, sir,&mdash;never saw you before in my
+life,&mdash;but I have done what every good citizen should do. I
+have spent my money at home. This is a cheap place, full of cheap
+men. What the town needs, sir, is capital&mdash;capital to develop
+its attributes and industries. It needs more men with the public
+spirit of J. Rodney, sir. I bid you good evening! Ah, this has been
+indeed a <i>beautiful day</i>!"</p>
+<p>He walked out. Those who watched him until he turned out of Main
+Street into Fourth, and so toward the river, aver&mdash;marvelling
+duly at his powers of resistance&mdash;that the head of Potts was
+erect, his gaze bent aloft, and his gait one of perfect directness
+save that he stepped a little high.</p>
+<p>I like to think of him in that last walk. I like to bring up as
+nearly as I can his intense exaltation. It <i>had</i> been a
+beautiful day. And now, as he looked aloft, walking with an
+automatic precision, his eyes must have beheld glorious vistas, in
+which he rode a chariot of triumph at the head of a splendid
+procession, while his ears rang with chaste tributes to his worth
+trumpeted by outriding heralds. And the good earth was firm beneath
+his tread, stretching broadly off for him to walk upon and behold
+his apotheosis.</p>
+<p>I cannot wonder that he stepped high, nor can I find it in my
+heart to begrudge him his day. Cunningly had he clutched a few
+golden moments from the hoard that Fate, the niggard, guards from
+us so jealously. To myself I acclaimed him as one to be envied.</p>
+<p>I have always liked to believe that the splendors of that last
+walk endured to the end&mdash;that there was no uncertainty, no
+hesitation, above all, no vulgar stumbling; but that the last high
+step, which plunged him into the chill waters of the race, was
+lifted in the same exulting serenity as the first.</p>
+<p>I stood in my garden that evening, charmed by the wild, sweet,
+gusty-gentle music of the spring night.</p>
+<p>Northward, in the gathering dusk, came a solitary figure walking
+rapidly&mdash;a slight, nervous figure, a soft hat drawn well over
+the face, the skirts of its coat streaming to the breeze. As it
+passed me, I recognized Solon Denney. He was gesticulating with
+some violence, and I could see his expressive face work as if he
+uttered words to himself. I thought it possible that he might be
+composing a piece for his newspaper. Instantly there came to my
+mind that rather coarse paraphrase of Westley Keyts&mdash;"A hand
+of mush in a glove of the <i>same</i>!"</p>
+<p>I did not intrude upon my friend as he passed.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH3">CHAPTER III</a></h2>
+<center>THE PERFECT LOVER</center>
+<p>To the crime of being Potts the wretched Colonel had now added
+malversation of a trust fund. But I crave surcease, while it may be
+mine, from the immediately troubling waters of Potts. Let me turn
+more broadly to our town and its good people for that needed
+recreation which they never fail to afford me.</p>
+<p>"Arcady of the Little Country," we often say. On maps it is
+Little Arcady, county seat of Slocum County, an isle and haven in
+the dreary land sea that flattens away from it on every
+side,&mdash;north to the big woods, south to the swamp counties,
+and east and west, one might almost say, a thousand miles to the
+mountains. Our point is one from which to say either "back East" or
+"out West." It is neither, of itself, though it touches both.</p>
+<p>We are so ancient that plenty of us remember the stone fireplace
+in the log-cabin, with its dusters for the hearth of buffalo tail
+and wild-turkey wing, with iron pot hung by a chain from the
+chimney hook, with pewter or wooden plates from which to eat with
+horn-handled knives and iron spoons. But yet are we so modern that
+we have fine new houses with bay windows, ornamental cupolas, and
+porches raving woodenly in that frettish fever which the infamous
+scroll-saw put upon fifty years of our land's domestic
+architecture. And these houses are furnished with splendid modern
+furniture, even with black walnut, gold touched and upholstered in
+blue plush and maroon, fresh from the best factories. Our fairly
+old people remember when they hunted deer and were hunted by the
+red Indian on our town site, while their grandchildren have only
+the memories of the town-born, of the cottage-organ, the novel
+railroad, and the two-story brick block with ornamental false
+front. In short, we round an epoch within ourselves, historically
+and socially.</p>
+<p>The country, however, keeps its first purity of charm, a country
+of little hills and little valleys lined with little quick rivers.
+These beauties, indeed, have not gone unsung. Years ago a woman
+poet eased her heart of ecstasies about this Little Country.</p>
+<p>"Here swells the river in its boldest course," she wrote,
+"interspersed by halcyon isles on which Nature has lavished all her
+prodigality in tree, vine, and flower, banked by noble bluffs three
+hundred feet high, their sharp ridges as exquisitely definite as
+the edge of a shell; their summits adorned with those same
+beautiful trees and with buttresses of rich rock, crested with old
+hemlocks that wear a touching and antique grace amid the softer and
+more luxuriant vegetation."</p>
+<p>Not spectacular, this&mdash;not sensational&mdash;not even
+unusual. Common enough little hills, as the world goes, with the
+usual ragged-edged village between them and the river, peopled by
+human beings entirely usual both in their outer and inner lives. It
+seems to be, indeed, not a place in which events could occur with
+any romantic fitness.</p>
+<p>Perhaps I have grown to love this Little Country because I am a
+usual man. Perhaps I would have felt as much for it even had I not
+been held to it by a memory that would bind me to any spot
+howsoever unlovely. But I rejoiced always in its beauty, and more
+than ever when it made easier for me the only life it once appeared
+that I should live. I quote again from our visiting poet: "The
+aspect of this country was to me enchanting beyond any I have ever
+seen, from its fulness of expression, its bold and impassioned
+sweetness. Here the flood has passed over and marked everywhere its
+course by a smile. The fragments of rock touch it with a mildness
+and liberality which give just the needed relief. I should never be
+tired here, though I have elsewhere seen country of more secret and
+alluring charms, better calculated to stimulate and suggest. Here
+the eye and heart are filled."</p>
+<p>Here, too, my eye and heart were filled&mdash;emptied&mdash;and
+wondrously filled yet again, for which last I hold Potts to be
+curiously&mdash;but I wander.</p>
+<p>Enough to say that I stored a harvest of memories in a secret
+place here years ago. And I went to this on days when I was
+downhearted. Your boy of fifteen, I think, is the only perfect
+lover&mdash;giving all, demanding nothing, save, indeed, the right
+to his secret cherishings.</p>
+<p>Tremors, born within me that day when old gray, bristling
+Leggett, our Principal, opened the schoolroom door upon Lucy Tait,
+are as poignant, as sweetly terrible, now as in that far time when
+the light of her wondrous presence first fell upon me.</p>
+<p>An instant she hesitated timidly in the sombre frame of the
+doorway, looking far over our heads. Then old Leggett came in front
+of her. There was a word of presentation to Miss Berham, our
+teacher, the vision was escorted to a seat at my left front, and I
+was bade to continue the reading lesson if I ever expected to learn
+anything. As a matter of truth I did not expect to learn anything
+more. I thought I must suddenly have learned all there is to know.
+The page of the ancient reader over which I then mumbled is now
+before me. "A Good Investment" was the title of the day's lesson,
+and I had been called upon to render the first paragraph. With
+lightness, unrecking the great moment so perilously at hand, I had
+begun: "'Will you lend me two thousand dollars to establish myself
+in a small retail business?' inquired a young man, not yet out of
+his teens of a middle-aged gentleman who was poring over his ledger
+in the counting room of one of the largest establishments in
+Boston."</p>
+<p>The iron latch rattled, the door swung fatefully back, our heads
+were raised, our eyes bored her through and through.</p>
+<p>Then swung a new world for me out of primeval chaos, and for
+aeons of centuries I dizzied myself gazing upon the pyrotechnic
+marvel.</p>
+<p>"<i>Continue, Calvin!</i>&mdash;if you ever expect to learn
+anything."</p>
+<p>The fabric of my vision crumbled. Awake, I glared upon a page
+where the words ran crazily about like a disrupted colony of ants.
+I stammered at the thing, feeling my cheeks blaze, but no two words
+would stay still long enough to be related. I glanced a piteous
+appeal to authority, while old Leggett, still standing by, crumpled
+his shaven upper lip into a professional sneer that I did not
+like.</p>
+<p>"That will <i>do</i>, Calvin. Sit down! Solon Denney, you may go
+on."</p>
+<p>With careless confidence, brushing the long brown lock from his
+fair brow, came Solon Denney to his feet. With flawless
+self-possession he read, and I, disgraced, cowering in my seat,
+heard words that burned little inconsequential brands forever into
+my memory. Well do I recall that the middle-aged gentleman regarded
+the young man with a look of surprise, and inquired, "What security
+can you give me?" to which the latter answered, "Nothing but my
+note."</p>
+<p>"'Which I fear would be below par in the market,' replied the
+merchant, smiling.</p>
+<p>"'Perhaps so,' said the young man, 'but, Mr. Barton, remember
+that the boy is not the man; the time may come when Hiram
+Strosser's note will be as readily accepted as that of any other
+man.'</p>
+<p>"'True, very true,' replied Mr. Barton, thoughtfully, 'but you
+know business men seldom lend money without adequate security;
+otherwise they might soon be reduced to penury.'"</p>
+<p>"Benny Jeliffe, you may go on!"</p>
+<p>During this break I stole my second look at her. The small head
+was sweetly bent with an air of studious absorption&mdash;a head
+with two long plaits of braided gold, a scarlet satin bow at the
+end of each.</p>
+<p>It seems to me now that these bows were like the touch of
+frosted woodbine in a yellowing elm, though at the moment I must
+have been unequal to this fancy. I saw, too, the tiny chain that
+clasped her fair throat, her dress of pale blue, and, most
+wonderful of all, two tassels that danced from the tops of her trim
+little boots. The air was indeed too heavy with beauty. But the
+reading lesson continued.</p>
+<p>The years that stretch between that time and this have not
+bereaved me of the knowledge that Mr. Barton graciously
+accommodated Hiram Strosser, after vainly seeking to induce "Mr.
+Hawley, a wealthy merchant of Milk Street," to share half the
+risk.</p>
+<p>At this point a row of stars on the page indicated a lapse of
+ten years. Mr. Barton, "pale and agitated," examines with deepening
+despair, "page after page of his ponderous ledger." At last he
+exclaims, "I am ruined, utterly ruined!" "How so?" inquires Hiram
+Strosser, who enters the room just in time to hear the cry. Mr.
+Barton explains,&mdash;the failure of Perleg, Jackson &amp; Co. of
+London&mdash;news brought on last steamer&mdash;creditors pressing
+him.</p>
+<p>"'What amount would tide you over this crisis?' asks Hiram
+Strosser, respectfully.</p>
+<p>"'Seventy-five thousand dollars!'</p>
+<p>"'Then, sir, you shall have it,' replied Hiram, and stepping to
+the desk he drew a check for the full amount."</p>
+<p>Nor can I ever forget the stroke of poetic justice with which
+the anecdote concluded. Mr. Hawley of Milk Street was also
+embarrassed by the failure of Perleg, Jackson &amp; Co., but, for
+want of a trustful friend in funds, was thrown into bankruptcy. Mr.
+Barton had the chastened pleasure of telling Mr. Hawley about
+Hiram's loan, and of reminding him that he had neglected a fair
+opportunity to become a co-benefactor of that upright and
+open-handed youth; whereupon the ruined Hawley&mdash;deservedly
+ruined, the tale implied&mdash;"moved on, dejected and sad, while
+Mr. Barton returned to his establishment cheered and animated."</p>
+<p>The gross, the immoral romanticism of this tale was not then, of
+course, apparent to me. Children are so defenceless! Child that I
+was, I believed it would be entirely practicable for a lad in his
+teens to borrow two thousand dollars from a Boston merchant, by
+reminding him that the boy is not the man. So readily is the young
+mind poisoned. During the latter part of the lesson, between looks
+stolen fearfully at her profile, I was mentally engaged in
+borrowing two thousand dollars from a convenient Mr. Barton with
+which to establish myself in a small retail
+business&mdash;preferably a candy store with an ice-cream parlor in
+the rear. Then I took her to wife, not forgetting to reward Mr.
+Barton handsomely in the day of his ruin. Dimly, in the background
+of this hasty dramatization, the distrustful Mr. Hawley, who
+refused to share the loan with Mr. Barton, figured as a rival for
+my love's hand; and lived to hear her say that she hated, loathed,
+and despised him.</p>
+<p>At recess the others crowded about her, girls at the centre,
+within a straggling circumference of young males, who dissembled
+their gallantry under a pretence of being mere brutal
+marauders.</p>
+<p>But I, solitary, moped and gloomed in a far grassy corner of the
+school yard. I could not be of that crowd, and it was then I
+perceived for the first time that the world was too densely
+populated. I saw how much better it would be if every one but she
+and I were dead. Thereupon, in a breath, I dispeopled the earth of
+all but us two, and with the courage gained of this solitude, I saw
+myself approach her there at the corner of the old brick
+schoolhouse, greeting her with assurances that everything was all
+right,&mdash;and then, after she understood what I had done, and
+how fine it was, we came into our own. Alas, how bitter the crude
+truth! Instead of this, those wondrous tassels now danced from her
+boot tops as she gave chase to Solon Denney, who had pulled one of
+the scarlet bows from its yellow braid. Grimly I was aware that he
+should be the first to go out of the world, and I called upon a
+just heaven to slay him as he fled with his trophy. But nothing
+sweet and fitting happened. He went unblasted.</p>
+<p>She came back to the group of girls, flushed and lovely beyond
+compare, holding up the ravished end of that golden braid with a
+comic dismay, while her despoiler laughed coarsely from a distance
+and pinned the trophy to his coat lapel. I now saw that blasting
+was too merciful. He should be removed by a slower process if the
+thing could as easily be arranged.</p>
+<p>That was a bitter recess, even though I learned her wonderful
+name and the enchanted state "back East" from which she had come. A
+still more bitter experience awaited me when we were again in the
+schoolroom. Miss Berham, fastening a steely gaze upon Solon Denney,
+launched heaven upon him from tightly drawn lips, without in the
+least meaning to do so.</p>
+<p>"Solon Denney, you may return that ribbon at once to its
+owner!"</p>
+<p>With a conscious smirk, amid the titters of the room and the
+sharp raps of the ruler on Miss Berham's desk, Solon swaggered
+offensively to the seat that enshrined my idol, and flung down the
+scarlet treasure before her. She merely pushed the thing away,
+bending her head lower above her book&mdash;pushed it away with a
+blind little hand, and with undiminished bravado her despoiler
+returned, scathless of heaven's vengeance, to his seat.</p>
+<p>"And you may remain half an hour after school. The A-class,
+ready for geography!"</p>
+<p>Thus, lightly did our ruler turn from tragedy to comedy. For
+tragedy, there was the look my queen lavished upon Solon when she
+heard his sentence; a look of blushing merriment, with a maddening
+dash of pity in it,&mdash;he was to suffer because of her.</p>
+<p>"'Twas your beauty that made me do it," he might have quoted,
+with the old result. How I longed for the jaunty lightness that
+would have let me do a thing like that, tossing me fairly to the
+pinnacle of a public association with her! But I, instead, moped
+alone, knowing well that the gifts of graceful brigandage were not
+mine. Had <i>I</i> snatched that ribbon, there would have been
+tears and a mad outcry at my brutal roughness.</p>
+<p>Now came the lesson in geography. I had known it, had studied it
+faithfully that morning. It treated of the state from which she had
+so lately come. But, now, all knowledge of it fled me, save that on
+the map it was a large, clumsy state, though yellow, the color of
+her hair. Was it to be bounded like any cheaper state? Did it have
+principal products, like Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and other
+ordinary states? Its color was rightly golden; had it not produced
+her? But other products,&mdash;iron, coal, wheat,&mdash;these were
+stuffs too base to fellow in the same mind with her. Had it
+principal industries, like any red, or green, or blue state on that
+pedantic map? I could no longer recall them. Formally confronted
+with this problem, I muttered shamefully again that day in the
+valley of Humiliation. There was, I knew, a picture at the top of
+the page in which strong, rugged men toiled at various tasks; but
+the natures of these had escaped me. Were they mining coal or
+building ships, catching fish or ploughing furrows in God's green
+earth? Out of my darkness I stammered, "Principal industries,
+agriculture and fish-building&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"That will <i>do</i>, Calvin! You may remain after school
+to-night." I had never less liked the way she said this, as if it
+were a boon at which I would snatch, instead of a penalty
+imposed.</p>
+<p>Solon Denney followed me, glibly enumerating the industries of a
+great and busy state. But I could not listen. Phantom-like in my
+poor mind floated a wordless conviction that, however it might once
+have been, the state would immediately abandon its industries now
+that she had come away from it. I beheld its considerable area
+desolated, the forges cold, the hammers stilled, the fields
+overgrown, the ships rotting at their docks, the stalwart mechanics
+drooping idly above their unfinished tasks. It was not possible to
+suppose that any one could feel, in a state which she had left,
+that interest which good work demands.</p>
+<p>My disgrace brought me respite for fresh adventure. I was let
+alone. The world could still be peopled; even Solon Denney might
+survive a little time, for another picture in the same geography
+now reproduced itself in my inflamed mind&mdash;the picture of a
+South Sea island, a sandy beach with a few indolent natives
+lolling, negligent of tasks, in the shade of cocoanut palms. Here,
+on the outer reef, I wrecked an excellent steamship. Over the rail
+sprang a stalwart lad, not out of his teens, with a lovely
+golden-haired girl in his arms. With strong, swift strokes, he
+struck out for the beach, notwithstanding his burden. The other
+passengers, a hazy and quite uninteresting lot, quickly went down;
+all save one, a coarse, swaggering youth with too much
+self-possession whom I need not name. He, too, sprang over the
+rail, but, nearing the beach, a justly enraged providence
+intervened and he was bitten neatly in two by a famished and adroit
+shark.</p>
+<p>With some interest I watched his blood stain the lucid green
+waters, but it was soon over. Then I bore my fainting burden to the
+dry sands and revived her with cocoanut milk and breadfruit, while
+the natives crowded respectfully about and made us their king and
+queen on the spot. We lived there forever. How flat of sound were
+it to say that we lived happily!</p>
+<p>And yet I doubt if Solon Denney ever suspected me of aspiring to
+be his rival. She, I think, knew it full well, in the way her sex
+knows matters not communicated by act or word of mouth. And once,
+on the afternoon of that day, a Friday, when we spoke pieces, I
+feared that Solon had found me out. He was a fiery orator, and I
+felt on this occasion that he delivered himself straight at me,
+with a very poorly veiled malignance. Surely, it must be I that he
+meant, literally, when he thundered out, "Sir, you are much
+mistaken if you think your talents have been as great as your life
+has been reprehensible!" Fall upon me and upon me alone seemed to
+flash his gaze.</p>
+<p>"After a rank and clamorous opposition you became&mdash;all of a
+sudden&mdash;silent; you were silent for seven years; you were
+silent on the greatest questions&mdash;and you were silent <i>for
+money!</i>"</p>
+<p>There could be no doubt, I thought, that he singled me from the
+multitude of his auditors. It was I who had supported the
+unparalleled profusion and jobbing of Lord Harcourt's scandalous
+ministry; I who had manufactured stage thunder against Mr. Eden for
+his anti-American principles&mdash;"You, sir, whom it pleases to
+chant a hymn to the immortal Hampden&mdash;you, sir, approved of
+the tyranny exercised against America, and you, sir, voted four
+thousand Irish troops to cut the throats of the Americans."</p>
+<p>Under the burden of this imputed ignominy, was it remarkable
+that I faltered in my own piece immediately following?</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"The Warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed his heart of
+fire,<br />
+And sued the haughty King to free his long imprisoned sire."</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>Not more foully was the blameless Don Sancho done to death than
+I upon this Friday murdered the ballad that recounts his fate. And
+she, who had hung breathless on Solon's denunciations of me,
+whispered chattily with Eva McIntyre during my rendition of
+"Bernardo del Carpio."</p>
+<p>Later events, however, convinced me that I swam never in Solon's
+ken as a rival for her smiles. His own triumph was too easy, too
+widely heralded. In the second week of her coming, was there not a
+rhyme shouted on the playground, full in the hearing of both?</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"First the post and then the gate,<br />
+Solon Denney and Lucy Tait."</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>Was not this followed by one more subtle, more pointed, more
+ribald?</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"Solon's mad and I'm glad,<br />
+and I know what will please him;<br />
+a bottle of wine to make him shine<br />
+and Lucy Tait to tease him!"</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>I thought there was an inhuman, devilish deftness in the rhymes.
+The mighty mechanism of English verse had been employed to proclaim
+my remoteness from my love.</p>
+<p>And yet the gods were once graciously good to me. One wondrous
+evening before hope died utterly I survived the ordeal of walking
+home with her from church.</p>
+<p>She came with her aunt, uncle, and I present by the god's
+permission, surmised that she might leave them and go to her own
+home alone when church was out. Through that service I worshipped
+her golden braids and the pink roses on her leghorn hat. And when
+they sang, "Praise God from whom all blessings flow!" my voice
+soared fervently in the words, for I had satisfied myself by much
+craning of the neck that Solon Denney was not present. Even now the
+Doxology revives within me that mixed emotion of relief at his
+absence and apprehension for the approaching encounter with
+her.</p>
+<p>She passed me at the portals of the house of a double worship,
+said good night to aunt and uncle&mdash;and I was at her side.</p>
+<p>"May I have the pleasure of seeing you home?"</p>
+<p>She managed a timid "Certainly." her hand fluttered within my
+arm, and my heart bounded forward like a freed race-horse. We
+walked!</p>
+<p>Now it had been my occupation at quiet moments to devise
+conversation against the time of this precise miracle. I had dreamt
+that it might come to pass, even as it did, and I knew that talk
+for it should be stored safely away. This talk had been the coinage
+of my leisure. As we walked I would say, lightly,&mdash;"Do you
+like it here as well as you did back East?"&mdash;or, still better,
+as sounding more chatty,&mdash;"How do you like it here?"&mdash;an
+easy, masterful pause&mdash;"as well as you did back East?" A
+thousand times had I rehearsed the inflections until they were
+perfect. And now the time was come.</p>
+<p>Whether I spoke at all or not until we reached her gate I have
+never known. Dimly in my memory is a suggestion that when we passed
+Uncle Jerry Honeycutt, I confided to her that he sent to Chicago
+for his ear-trumpet and that it cost twelve dollars. If I did this,
+she must have made a suitable response, though I retain nothing of
+it.</p>
+<p>I only know that the sky was full of flaming meteors, that
+golden star dust rained upon us from an applauding heaven, that the
+earth rocked gently as we trod upon it.</p>
+<p>Down the wonderful street we went, a strange street shimmering
+in mystic light&mdash;and then I was opening her gate. I,
+afterward, decided that surely at this moment, with the gate
+between us, I would have remembered&mdash;superbly would I have
+said, "How do you like it here?&mdash;as well as you did back
+East?"</p>
+<p>But, two staring boys passed us, and one of them spoke
+thus:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"There's Horsehead Blake&mdash;hello, Horsehead!"</p>
+<p>"That ain't old Horsehead," said the other.</p>
+<p>"'Tis, too&mdash;ain't that you, Horsehead?"</p>
+<p>"How do you do, boys!" I answered loftily, and they passed on
+appeased.</p>
+<p>"Do they call you Horsehead?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Oh, yes!" I replied brightly. "It's a funny name, isn't it?"
+and I laughed murderously.</p>
+<p>"Yes, it's very funny."</p>
+<p>"Well, I'll have to be going now. Good night!"</p>
+<p>"Good night!"</p>
+<p>And she left me staring after her, the whole big world and its
+starry heavens crying madly within me to be said to her.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH4">CHAPTER IV</a></h2>
+<center>DREAMS AND WAKINGS</center>
+<p>The incomparable Lucy Tait was still but a star to be adored in
+her distant heaven when I went away from Little Arcady to learn
+some things not taught in the faded brick schoolhouse. It was six
+years before I came back; six years that I lived in a crowded place
+where people had no easy ways nor front yards with geranium beds,
+nor knew enough of their neighbors either to love or to hate
+them.</p>
+<p>I came back to the Little Country a mannish being, learned in
+the law, and with the right sort of laugh in my heart for the old
+school days, for the simplicity of my boy's love.</p>
+<p>But, there and then, with her old sweet want of pity, did she
+smite me again. Through and through she smote the man as she had
+smitten the boy. Treacherously it was, within my own citadel, at
+the very moment of my coming. Gayly up the remembered path I went,
+under the flowering horse-chestnut, to the little house standing
+back from the street, only to find that, as of old, she blocked my
+way. She stood where the pink-blossomed climber streamed up the
+columns of the little porch, and her arm was twined among the
+strands to draw them to her face. She was leaving,&mdash;but she
+had stayed too long; not the child with yellow braids, humorously
+preserved in my memory, but a blossomed, a fruiting Eve, with
+whilom braids massed high in a coronet, their gold a little
+tarnished. Later it came to me to think that she was Spring, and
+had filched a crown from Autumn. In that first glance, however, I
+could only wonder instinctively if the tassels yet danced from her
+boot tops. I saw at once that this might not any longer be known.
+One could only surmise pleasantly. But straightway was I Atlas,
+stooping a little, rounding my shoulders under the earth she
+deigned to walk upon.</p>
+<p>And the disconcerting strangeness of it was in this: that though
+she was no longer the woman child, yet with one flash of her
+gold-curtained eyes had she reduced me to my ancient schoolboy
+clumsiness. She was a woman, but, I was again an awkward,
+stammering boy, rebelliously declining to believe that a state she
+had come away from could retain any significance, industrial or
+otherwise. Nor, in the little time left to us, did I ever achieve a
+condition higher than this.</p>
+<p>Consciously I was a prince of lofty origin in her presence, but
+ever unable to make known my excellencies of rank. It was as in a
+dream when we must see evil approach without power to raise an
+averting hand.</p>
+<p>She was Spring with a stolen crown of Autumn; and again, she was
+a sherbet&mdash;sweet, fragrant, cold, and about to melt&mdash;but
+not for me. I knew that.</p>
+<p>I heard presently that she spoke well of me. She spoke of my
+having a kind face&mdash;even the kindest face in the world.</p>
+<p>"The <i>kindest, plainest</i> face in the world," was her
+fashion of putting it. And of course that made it hopeless, since,
+surely, no woman has ever loved the kindest face she knew.</p>
+<p>Only a fool would have hoped after this&mdash;and at least I
+never gave her ground to call me that. Not even did I commit the
+folly of revealing my need. She alone ever knew it, and she only in
+the way that the child had known the schoolboy to gloom and rage
+afar in his passion for her. She had no word of mine for it then,
+nor had she now, and I believe she felt rather certain there never
+would be any. She seemed to be grateful for this and doubly kind,
+with only now and then the flash of a knowing look, or the trifle
+of a deep, swiftly questioning glance, born, I dare say, of that
+curiosity which the devil contrives to kindle in God's most angelic
+women.</p>
+<p>Doubtless she had a little speech of refusal patted into
+kindliness for me. Perhaps she would not have been wholly anguished
+to have me hear this&mdash;to be able to assure me tenderly,
+graciously, of the depth and pureness of her friendship for me. Who
+knows? I am older now, and things once hidden are revealed.
+Sometimes I think that a certain new respect for me grew within her
+as the days tried the metal of my silence&mdash;a respect, but
+nothing more. Her appreciation of my face was too palpably without
+those reservations that so often cry louder than words.</p>
+<p>So we sealed our secret, she and I, in an unspoken pledge, and
+not even Solon Denney, so keen of scent for rivals, ever divined
+it.</p>
+<p>He called me out with the old boyish whistle the day he confided
+to me the tremendous news of his engagement. He laughed, foolish
+with joy as he told it, and I felt tingling in my arms that old
+boyish, brute impulse to slay him for the wretched ease of his
+victory. But we were men, so I thrust one of those rebellious arms
+in among the strands of the creeper, where her own arm had once
+been, and laid the other on his shoulder in all friendliness. This,
+while he rambled on of the bigness of life, the great future before
+Arcady of the Little Country, the importance of the <i>Argus</i>,
+which he had just founded, and the supreme excellence of that
+splendid mechanism, the new Washington hand-press, installed the
+week before.</p>
+<p>His life was builded of these many interests, of her and himself
+and his country and his town. In the fulness of his heart he even
+brought out the latest <i>Argus</i> and read parts from his
+obituary of Douglas, while I stood stupidly striving to realize
+what I had long known must be true.</p>
+<p>"A great man has fallen," he read, declaiming a little, as in
+our school days. "Stephen A. Douglas is dead. The voice that so
+lately and eloquently appealed to his countrymen is hushed
+in&mdash;"</p>
+<p>How long he read is uncertain. But from moment to moment his
+tones would call me back from visions, and I would vaguely hear
+that one was gone who had warned his fellows against the pitfalls
+of political jealousy, and bade all who loved their country band
+against those who would seek to pluck a laurel from the wreath of
+our glorious confederacy.</p>
+<p>But under visions I had made my resolve. Douglas was dead, but
+others were living.</p>
+<p>Two months before in a gray dawn, the walls of a fort in
+Charleston Harbor had crumbled under fire from a score of rebel
+batteries. Now the shots echoed in my ears with a new volume.</p>
+<p>"Good luck, Solon&mdash;and good-by&mdash;I'm going 'on to
+Richmond.'"</p>
+<p>"Oh, <i>that!</i>" said he, easily, "that will be over before
+you can get to the front."</p>
+<p>But I went, forthwith, and, triumphant lover though he was, the
+editor of the <i>Little Arcady Argus</i> was less than a
+prophet.</p>
+<p>I went to the "little" war; and of her I carried, as I marched,
+an ambrotype in a closed case, which I had obtained deviously. She
+smiled in it, a little questioning, inciting smile, that seemed to
+lurk back in her eyes rather than along her lips. It was the smile
+that had availed to keep me firm in my vows of silence.</p>
+<p>It was another picture I brought back five years later&mdash;the
+picture of a young girl, not smiling but grave, even fearful, as if
+she had faced the camera full of apprehension. But I knew her not;
+the thing had come to me by chance, and I threw it aside to be
+forgotten.</p>
+<p>It is best to tell quickly that those years were swift and full.
+Early in the second a letter from Solon, read at a random
+camp-fire, told me of my namesake's coming. For the other years I
+pleased myself prodigiously by remembering that she must speak my
+name openly to her first-born. And I lusted for battle, then. I was
+an early Norseman, and I would escape the prosaic bed-death, since,
+for those dying thus, Held waited in her chill prison-house below,
+with hunger her dish, starvation her knife, care her bed, and
+anguish her curtains. To survive for easy death, long deferred,
+perhaps, I should have my empty dish and bed of care at once.
+Lacking the battle death, I could at least mimic it, as they did of
+old, that Odin's choosers of the slain might lead me to Valhalla.
+There should I forever fight at dawn and be healed at noon, if
+wounded, to be ready for the feast and song. The world was not big
+enough for us two if we must stay apart. Life was not to be lived
+in a beggarly and ignoble compromise. War was its business, bravery
+its duty, and cowardice its greatest crime&mdash;above all, that
+ultimate, puling cowardice of accepting life empty for its own
+barren sake.</p>
+<p>At the last I lay on a cot in a field hospital, entertained for
+the moment by the novelty of that vacant, spacious feeling on my
+left side&mdash;wondering if I could shave now with one
+arm&mdash;without another hand to pull my face into hard little
+hummocks for the razor.</p>
+<p>I heard the soft quick tread of a hospital steward, and standing
+before me, he took from its envelope the letter Solon Denney had
+sent me to say that she was dead. I handed it back, told him to
+burn it, and I shut my eyes to the sickening shapes of life. My
+fever came up again, and in the night I felt inch by inch over
+ground wet with blood for a picture I had relinquished in a
+Quixotic moment. I must have been troublesome, for they gave me the
+drug of dreams and I awakened peacefully. I watched the field
+surgeons gather about a young line officer brought in with a shot
+through his neck. For the better probing of the wound they removed
+his head and gave it to me to hold. Seeing that it was Solon
+Denney's head, I was seized with a mood of jest&mdash;I would hide
+it and make Solon search. I advanced craftily down an endless
+corridor, but came to the edge of a wood, where there was a wicked
+spitting of shots. I cried out again, and once more they gave me
+the drug. Then I dreamed more quietly. I saw that the soul of my
+dead arm searched for her soul&mdash;that it would soon be drawn to
+her and offer itself to comfort her and never, never leave her. It
+would say, "At least take the arm, since you may have it without
+the face." It seemed that my other arm should go to her, too. This
+side of her there could be nothing for either to close upon. It
+appeared to me that I fell asleep on this fancy and dreamt that I
+awoke painfully to a poor, one-sided life, effortless, barren,
+forbidding.</p>
+<p>A year later I went back to the Little Country to be counsellor
+at law to its people in time of need, and a father to Solon Denney
+and his two children. Solon could direct large affairs acceptably,
+but he and his babes were as thistle-down in a prairie wind.</p>
+<p>He brought the children to visit me the first day that I came
+home&mdash;to a home where I was now to live alone.</p>
+<p>I sat on the little porch above the river bank, by the wall of
+blossoming creeper whose tendrils she had once embraced, bringing
+her cheek intrepidly against the blossoms of that year, and saw him
+come slowly up the path. He seemed so sadly alone because of the
+two little creatures that followed him.</p>
+<p>I placed a chair for Solon and was confronted by my
+namesake.</p>
+<p>"Did they shoot your arm off in the war?" he asked.</p>
+<p>"Yes, in the war."</p>
+<p>He patted the empty sleeve, and his eyes beamed with
+discovery.</p>
+<p>"What did you have your sleeve rolled up for when your arm was
+shot?"</p>
+<p>I made plain to him the mystery of the whole sleeve.</p>
+<p>"She often spoke of you," said Solon. "She seemed to think you
+would like to be a help to us if you could."</p>
+<p>I turned to greet the woman child, but she had strayed into the
+house. I heard her shouts from my bedroom. Then she came running to
+us, cooing in helpless joy.</p>
+<p>"Candy&mdash;candy&mdash;Uncle Maje&mdash;lovely candy&mdash;all
+pink and dusty."</p>
+<p>Well over a face set with the mother's eyes was spilled that
+which she had clutched and eaten of,&mdash;a thing pink and dusty,
+in truth, but which was not candy.</p>
+<p>"She does those things constantly," said the dejected father. "I
+don't see what I can do to her."</p>
+<p>I saw, however, and did it, first wiping the tooth-powder from
+her face. She had called me Uncle Maje.</p>
+<p>"She's a regular baddix," announced my namesake, gravely
+judicial. Then, as if with intention to indicate delicately that
+the family afforded striking contrasts, he added, "<i>I</i> ain't a
+baddix&mdash;I can nearly sing."</p>
+<p>The children fribbled about us while we talked away the
+afternoon. The woman child at last put me to thinking&mdash;to
+thinking that perhaps butterflies are not meant to be happily
+caught. With many shouts she had clumsily enough imprisoned
+one&mdash;a fairy thing of green and bronze&mdash;in a hand so
+plump that it seemed to have been quilted. A moment she held it,
+then set it free, perhaps for its lack of spirit. It crawled and
+fluttered up the vine, trailing a crumpled wing most sadly, and I
+took it for my lesson. Assuredly they were not to be caught with
+any profit&mdash;at least not brutally in an eager hand. Brush them
+ever so lightly and the bloom is off the wings. They are to be
+watched in their pretty flitting, loved only in their freedom and
+from afar, with no clumsy reachings. That was a good thing to know
+in any world.</p>
+<p>The <i>Argus</i> announced my home-coming with a fine flourish
+of my title in Solon's best style. It said that I had come back to
+take up the practice of the law. Not even Solon knew that I had
+come back to the memory of her.</p>
+<p>This is how it befell that I was presently engrossed to outward
+seeming with the affairs of Little Arcady&mdash;even to the extent
+of a casual Potts, and those blessed contingencies that were later
+to unfold from him. Thus I took my allotted place and the years
+began.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH5">CHAPTER V</a></h2>
+<center>A MAD PRANK OF THE GODS</center>
+<p>A week after the publication of that blithe bit of acrimony
+which opens this tale, Colonel J. Rodney Potts, recreated and natty
+in a new summer suit of alpaca, his hat freshly ironed, sued the
+town of Little Arcady for ten thousand dollar damages to his person
+and announced his candidacy at the ensuing election for the
+honorable office of Judge of Slocum County. He did this at the
+earnest solicitation of his many friends, in whose hands he had
+placed himself,&mdash;at least so read his card of announcement in
+the <i>Banner</i>, our other paper. He did not name these
+solicitous friends; but it was an easy suspicion that they were the
+Democratic leaders, who thought by this means to draw votes from
+the Republican candidate to the advantage of their own, who,
+otherwise, was conceded to have no hope of election in a county
+overwhelmingly Republican.</p>
+<p>It may be told with adequate confidence that Westley Keyts was
+not of their number. As to the damage suit, Westley found it
+unthinkable that Potts could deteriorate ten thousand dollars worth
+and still walk the earth. Indeed, he believed, and uttered a few
+rough words to express it, that ten dollars would be an excessive
+valuation even if Potts were utterly destroyed.</p>
+<p>Being an earnest soul, Westley had taken the Potts affair very
+seriously. He made it a point to encounter the Colonel on an early
+day and to address him on Main Street in tones that lacked the
+least affectation of suavity or diplomatic guile. He had seen
+diplomacy tried and found wretchedly wanting. He would have no more
+of it ever. Like the straightaway man he was, he went to the meat
+of the matter.</p>
+<p>"You squandered that hundred dollars we give you to git out of
+town on," he burst forth to Potts, breathing with an ominous
+difficulty.</p>
+<p>"You just wait till you hear the worst of it," answered Potts,
+as he confidingly dusted the shoulder of Westley's coat. "The worst
+of it is I had over twelve dollars of my own money that I'd saved
+up&mdash;you know how hard it is to save money in these little
+towns&mdash;well, that went, too, <i>every cent of it!</i>"</p>
+<p>It was admitted by witnesses competent to form an opinion that
+Westley's contorted face, his troubled breathing, his manner of
+stepping back, and the curious writhing of his stout arms, all
+encouraged a supposition that he might be contemplating immediate
+violence upon the person of Potts. At all events, this view was
+taken by the aggrieved and puzzled Colonel, who fled through the
+Boston Cash Store and, by means of a rear exit from that emporium,
+gained the office of Truman Baird, Justice of the Peace, where he
+swore to a legal document which averred that "the said Jonas R.
+Potts" was "in fear of immediate and great bodily harm, which he
+has reasonable cause to believe will be inflicted upon him by the
+said Westley Keyts."</p>
+<p>The majesty of the law being thus invoked, Westley was put under
+a good and sufficient bond to refrain from "in any manner of
+attacking or molesting the said Potts, against the statutes therein
+made and provided, and against the peace and dignity of the State
+of Illinois."</p>
+<p>A proceeding so official somewhat dampened the fires of Mr.
+Keyts. He was a citizen, law-abiding by intention, with a patriot's
+esteem for government. It had merely not occurred to him that the
+summary extinction of Potts could be a performance at all
+incompatible with the peace and dignity of the great commonwealth
+to which he was at heart loyal. Being convinced otherwise, he abode
+grimly by the statutes therein made and provided. Nevertheless he
+returned to his shop and proceeded to cut up a quarter of beef with
+an energy of concentration and a ruthlessness of fury that caused
+Potts to shudder as he passed the door sometime later. By such
+demeanor, also, were the bondsmen of Westley&mdash;the first flush
+of their righteous enthusiasm faded&mdash;greatly disturbed. They
+agreed that he ought to be watched closely by day, and they even
+debated the wisdom of sitting up nights with him for a time, turn
+by turn. But their charge dissuaded them from this precaution. He
+expended his first vicious fury usefully upon his stock in trade,
+with knife and saw and cleaver, and thereafter he was but petulant
+or sarcastic.</p>
+<p>"I had the right of it," he insisted. "The only way to do with a
+person like him was to git your feathers and your kittle of tar
+cooked up all nice and gooey and git Potts on the ground and
+<i>make a believer of him</i> right there and then!" This he
+followed by his pointed reflection upon the administrative talents
+of Solon Denney&mdash;"A hand of mush in a glove of the
+<i>same</i>!" When listeners were not by, he would mutter it to
+himself in sinister gutturals.</p>
+<p>Nor was he alone in this spirit of dissatisfaction with Solon.
+The too-trustful editor of the <i>Argus</i> was frankly derided. He
+was a Boss at whom they laughed openly. They waited, however, with
+interest for the subsequent issues of this paper.</p>
+<p>The <i>Banner</i> that week contained the following bit of
+news:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>DASTARDLY ASSAULT IN BROAD DAYLIGHT</p>
+<p>Early last Thursday evening, as Colonel J. Rodney Potts, dean of
+the Slocum County bar, was enjoying a quiet stroll along our
+beautiful river bank near Cady's mill, he was set upon by a gang of
+ruffians and would have been foully dealt with but for his vigorous
+resistance. Being a man of splendid proportions and a giant's
+strength, the Colonel was making gallant headway against the
+cowardly miscreants when his foot slipped and he was precipitated
+into the chilling waters of the mill-race at a point where the city
+fathers have allowed it to remain uncovered. Seeing their victim
+plunged into a watery grave, as they thought, the thugs took to
+their heels. The Colonel extricated himself from his perilous
+plight, by dint of herculean strength, and started to pursue them,
+but they had disappeared from sight in the vicinity of Crowder
+&amp; Fancett's lumber yard. Things have come to a pretty pass, we
+must say, if such a dastardly outrage as this should be allowed to
+go unpunished. Now that Colonel Potts has brought suit against the
+city we suppose the council will have that mill-race covered. We
+have repeatedly warned them about this. We wonder if they ever
+heard a well-known saying about "locking the stable door after
+horse is stolen," etc.</p>
+<p>The card of Colonel Potts, printed elsewhere in this issue, is a
+sufficient refutation of the malicious gossip that has been handed
+back and forth lately that he had planned to leave Little Arcady.
+It looks now like certain busybodies in this community had
+over-stepped themselves and been hoisted up by their own petard.
+The Colonel is a fine man for County Judge, and we bespeak for him
+the suffrages of every voter who wants an honest judiciary.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>Westley Keyts, reading this, wanted to know what a petard was.
+Inquiry disclosed that he hoped it might be something that could be
+used upon Potts to the advantage of almost every one concerned. But
+in the minds of others of us an agonized suspicion now took form.
+Had the letters been upon Potts when he went down? Had they been
+saved? Were they legible? And would he use them?</p>
+<p>It was decided that Solon Denney should try to illuminate this
+point before taking the candidacy of Potts seriously. In the next
+issue of the <i>Argus</i>, therefore, was this paragraph, meant to
+be provocative:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>God's providence has been said to watch over fools and
+drunkards. We guess this is so; and that the pretensions of a
+certain individual in our midst to its watchfulness in the double
+capacity indicated can no longer be in doubt.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>These lines did their work. The next <i>Banner</i> spoke of a
+foul conspiracy whose nefarious end it was to blacken the sterling
+character of a good man, of that Nestor of the Slocum County Bar,
+Colonel J. Rodney Potts. As testimony that the best citizens of the
+town were not involved with this infamous ring, it had extorted
+from Colonel Potts his consent to print certain letters from these
+gentlemen setting forth the Colonel's surpassing virtues in no
+uncertain terms&mdash;letters which his innate modesty had shrunk
+from making public, until goaded to desperation by the hell-hounds
+of a corrupt and subsidized opposition.</p>
+<p>The letters followed in a terrific sequence&mdash;a series of
+laudations which the Chevalier Bayard need not have scorned to
+evoke.</p>
+<p>Then we waited for Solon, but he was rather disappointing. Said
+the next <i>Argus</i>:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>We have heretofore considered J.R. Potts to possess the
+anti-social instincts of a parasite without its moderate spirit of
+enterprise. But we were wrong. We now concede the spirit of
+enterprise. As for this candidacy of Potts, Horace Greeley once
+said, commenting, we think, on some action of Weed's, "I like cool
+things, of ordinary dimensions&mdash;an iceberg or a glacier; but
+this arctic circle of coagulation appalls credulity and paralyzes
+indignation. Hence my numbness!" Hence, also, our own numbness.
+But, though Speech lieth prone on a paralytic's couch, ACTION is
+hearty and stalketh willingly abroad. In this campaign it will
+speak louder than words. Yea! it will be heard high above Noah
+Webster's entire assemblage of such of them as are decent. That is
+all! J.R.P., <i>take notice</i>!</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>It was jaunty enough, but Potts had unquestionably gained a
+following. Indeed he had ably cemented the foundations of one by
+his magnificent hospitality on that day of days. His whilom serfs
+were men not easily offended by faults of taste, and they were
+voters. To a man they came out strongly for Potts.</p>
+<p>He himself behaved with a faultless discretion. Above the slurs
+of the <i>Argus</i> and the bickerings of faction he bore himself
+as one alienated from earth by the graces of his spirit; and he
+copiously promised deeds which should in the years to come be as a
+beauteous garment to his memory. The glaive of Justice should
+descend where erstwhile it had corruptly been stayed. Vice should
+surfer its meed of retribution, and Virtue come again into its
+glorious own.</p>
+<p>Our letters of eulogy, printed at the <i>Banner</i> office, were
+scattered among the voters, and with them went a letter from Potts
+saying that if his strenuous labors as an attorney in the interests
+of humanity, public morals, and common decency met with the voter's
+approval, he would be gratified to have his good-will and
+assistance. "It is such gentlemen as yourself," read the letter,
+"constituting the best element of our society, to whom I must look
+for the endorsement of my work. The criminal classes of this
+community, whose minions have so recently sought my life by mob
+violence, will leave no stone unturned to prevent my sitting as
+Judge."</p>
+<p>Our Democratic candidate, who had first felt but an academic
+interest in the campaign, began now to show elation. Old Cuthbert
+Mayne, the Republican candidate, who had been certain of success
+but for the accident of Potts, chewed his unlighted cigar
+viciously, and from the corner of his trap-like mouth spoke evil of
+Potts in a voice that was terrifying for its hoarseness. His own
+letter, among the others, told of Potts as one who sprang to arms
+at his country's call and was now richly deserving of political
+preferment. This had seemed to heighten the inflammation of his
+utterances. Daily he consulted with Solon, warning him that the
+town looked to the <i>Argus</i> to avert this calamity of
+Potts.</p>
+<p>But Solon, if he had formed any plan for relief, refused to
+communicate it. Mayne and the rest of us were compelled to take
+what hope we could from his confident if secretive bearing.</p>
+<p>Meantime the <i>Banner</i> was not reticent about "J. Rodney
+Potts, that gallant old war-horse." Across the top of its front
+page each week stood "POTTS FOREVER&mdash;POTTS THE COMING
+MAN!"</p>
+<p>"Big Joe" Kestril was the chief henchman of Potts, and his
+fidelity was like to have been fatal for him. He threw himself into
+the campaign with a single-heartedness that left him few sober
+moments. Upon the City Hotel corner, day after day, he buttonholed
+voters and whispered to them with alcoholic fervor that Potts was a
+gentleman of character, "as blotchless as the driftin' snow." Joe
+believed in Potts pathetically.</p>
+<p>The campaign wore its way through the summer, and Solon Denney
+was still silent, still secretive, still confident, but, alas!
+still inactive so far as we could observe. I may say that we lost
+faith in him as the barren weeks came and went. We came to believe
+that his assured bearing was but a shield for his real despair.</p>
+<p>Having given up hope, some of us reached a point where we could
+view the whole affair as a jest. It became a popular diversion to
+enter the establishment of the ever serious Westley Keyts and
+whisper secretively to him that Solon Denney had found a diplomatic
+way to rid the town of Potts, but this never moved Westley.</p>
+<p>"Once bit&mdash;twice shy!" would be his response as he returned
+to slicing steaks.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH6">CHAPTER VI</a></h2>
+<center>A MATTER OF PERSONAL PROPERTY</center>
+<p>In deference to the wishes of J.R.C. Tuckerman, I had formed a
+habit of breakfasting in summer on the little back porch that
+overlooks the river. Less radical departures from orthodox custom,
+it is true, have caused adverse comment in our watchful little
+town; but the spot was secluded from casual censors. And it was
+pleasant to sit there on a summer morning over an omelette and
+bacon, coffee such as no other Little Arcadian ever drank, and
+beaten biscuit beyond the skill of any in our vale save the stout,
+short-statured, elderly black man who served me with the grace of
+an Ambassador. Moreover, I was glad to please him, and please him
+it did to set the little table back against the wall of vines, to
+place my chair in the shaded corner, and to fetch the incomparable
+results of his cookery from the kitchen, couched and covered in
+snowy napkins against the morning breeze.</p>
+<p>John Randolph Clement Tuckerman he was; Mr. Tuckerman to many
+simple souls of our town, and "Clem" to me, after our intimacy
+became such as to warrant this form of address. A little, tightly
+kinked, grizzled mustache gave a tone to his face. His hair, well
+retreated up his forehead, was of the same close-woven
+salt-and-pepper mixture. His eyes were wells of ink when the light
+fell into them,&mdash;sad, kind eyes, that gave his face a look of
+patient service long and toilsomely, but lovingly bestowed. It is a
+look telling of kindness that has endured and triumphed&mdash;a
+look of submission in which suffering has once burned, but has
+consumed itself. I have never seen it except in the eyes of certain
+old Negroes. The only colorable imitation is to be found in the
+eyes of my setter pup when he crouches at my feet and beseeches
+kindness after a punishment.</p>
+<p>In bearing, as I have intimated, Clem was impressive. He was
+low-toned, easy of manner, with a flawless aplomb. As he served me
+those mornings in late summer, wearing a dress-coat of broadcloth,
+a choice relic of his splendid past, it was not difficult to see
+that he had been the associate of gentlemen.</p>
+<p>As I ate of his cooking on a fair Sunday, I marvelled gratefully
+at the slender thread of chance that had drawn him to be my stay.
+Alone in that little house, with no one to make it a home for me,
+Clem was the barrier between me and the fare of the City Hotel.
+Apparently without suggestion from me he had taken me for his own
+to tend and watch over. And the marvel was assuredly not diminished
+by the circumstance that I was beholden to Potts for this black
+comfort.</p>
+<p>Events were in train which were to intensify a thousand fold my
+amazement at the seeming inconsequence of really vital facts in
+this big life-plot of which we are the puppets&mdash;events so
+incredible that to dwell upon their relation to the minor accident
+of a mere Potts were to incur confusion and downright madness.</p>
+<p>Apparently, fate had never made a wilder, more purposeless cast
+than when it brought Clem to Little Arcady with Potts.</p>
+<p>True, the circumstance enabled Potts for a time to refer to his
+"body-servant," and to regale the chair-tilted loungers along the
+City Hotel front with a tale of picking the fellow up on a Southern
+battle-field, and of winning his dog-like devotion by subsequent
+valor upon other fields. "It was pathetic, and comical, too,
+gentlemen, to hear that nigger beg me on his bended knees to take
+better care of myself and not insist upon getting to the front of
+every charge. 'Stay back and let some of the others do a little
+fighting,' he would say, with tears rolling down his black cheeks.
+And I admit I was rash, but&mdash;"</p>
+<p>Clem, not long after their arrival, confided to such of us as
+seemed worthy the less romantic tale that he had found the Colonel
+drunk on the streets of Cincinnati. He had gone there to seek a
+fortune for his "folks" and had found the Colonel instead; found
+him under circumstances which were typical of the Colonel's periods
+of relaxation.</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, anybody could 'a' had that man when Ah found him,"
+averred Clem; "anybody could 'a' had him fo' th' askin'. A
+p'liceman offaseh neahly git him&mdash;yes, seh. But Ah seen him
+befo' that, an' Ah speaks his notice by sayin', 'This yeh ain' no
+good place to sleep, on this yeh hahd stone sidewalk. Yo' freeze
+yo'se'f, Mahstah,' an' of cose Ah appreciated th' infuhmities of a
+genaman, but Ah induced him to put on his coat an' his hat an' his
+boots, an' he sais, 'Ah am Cunnel Potts, an' Ah mus' have mah eight
+houahs sleep.' Ah sais to him, 'If yo' is a Cunnel, yo' is a
+genaman, an' Ah shall escoht yo' to yo' hotel.' Raght then a
+p'liceman offaseh come up, an' he sais, 'Yeh, yeh! what all this
+yeh row about?' an' Ah sais, 'Nothin' 'tall, Mahstah p'liceman
+offaseh, Ah's jes' takin' Mahstah Cunnel Potts to his hotel, seh,
+with yo' kindness,' an' he sais, 'Git him out a yeh an' go 'long
+with yo' then,' so Ah led th' Cunnel off, seh. An' eveh hotel he
+seen, he sais, 'Yes, tha' she is&mdash;tha's mah hotel,' but the
+Mahstahs in th' hotels they all talk ve'y shawtly eveh time. They
+sais, 'No&mdash;<i>no</i>&mdash;g'wan, tek him out a' yeh&mdash;he
+ain' b'long in this place, that man ain'.' So we walk an' walk an'
+ultimately he sais, 'If Ah'm go'n' a' git mah eight houahs sleep
+this naght, Ah mus' begin sometime,&mdash;why not now?' So th'
+Cunnel lay raght down on th' thu'faih an' Ah set mahse'f down
+beside him twell he wake up in th' mawnin', not knowin' what hahm
+maght come to him. An' he neveh <i>did</i> have no hotel in that
+town, seh,&mdash;<i>no</i>, seh. He been talkin' reglah foolishness
+all that theah time. An' he sais: 'Yo' stay by me, boy. Ah's go'n'
+a' go West to mek mah fo'chun.' Well, seh, Ah was lookin' fo' a
+place to mek some fo'chun mahse'f fo mah folks, an' that theah
+Cincinnati didn't seem jes' th' raght place to set about it, so Ah
+sais, 'Thank yo' ve'y much, Mahstah Cunnel,' an' Ah stays by him
+fo' a consid'ble length of time."</p>
+<p>But, little by little, after their coming to our town the
+Colonel had alienated his companion by a lack of those qualities
+which Clem had been accustomed to observe in those to whom he gave
+himself. Potts was at length speaking of him as an ungrateful black
+hound, and wondering if the nation might not have been injudicious
+in liberating the slave.</p>
+<p>Clem, for his part, cut the Colonel dead on Main Street one day
+and never afterwards betrayed to him any consciousness of his
+existence. It was said that their final disagreement hinged upon a
+matter of thirty odd dollars earned by Clem in a Cincinnati
+restaurant and confided later to the Colonel's too thorough
+keeping.</p>
+<p>Be as it may, Clem had formed other and more profitable
+connections. From a doer of odd jobs of wood-sawing,
+house-cleaning, and stove-polishing he had risen to the dignity of
+a market gardener. A small house and a large garden a block away
+from my place were now rented by him. Also he caught fish, snared
+rabbits, gathered the wild fruits in their seasons, and was janitor
+of the Methodist church; all this in addition to looking after my
+own home. It was not surprising that he had money in the bank. He
+worked unceasingly. The earliest risers in Little Arcady found him
+already busied, and those abroad latest at night would see or hear
+him about the little unpainted house in the big garden.</p>
+<p>I suspect he had come out into the strange world of the North
+with large, loose notions that the fortune he needed might be
+speedily amassed. Such tales had been told him in his Southland,
+where he had not learned to question or doubt. If so, his
+disappointment was not to be seen in his bearing. That look of
+patient endurance may have eaten a little deeper the lines about
+his inky eyes, but I am sure his purpose had never wavered, nor his
+faith that he would win at last.</p>
+<p>As I ate my breakfast that morning he told me of his good year.
+The early produce of his garden had sold well. Soon there would be
+half an acre of potatoes to dig, and now there was a fine crop of
+melons just coming ripe. These he would begin to sell on the
+morrow.</p>
+<p>At this point, breakfast being done, the cloth brushed, and a
+light brought for my pipe, Clem came from the kitchen with a new
+pine board, upon which he had painted a sign with shoe polish.</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, Mahstah Majah,&mdash;Ah beg yo' t' see if hit's
+raght!" and he held it up to me. It read:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>Mellins on Sale<br />
+Mush &amp; Water<br />
+Ask Mr. Tuckerman<br />
+at his House.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>I gave the thing a critical survey under his grave regard, then
+applauded the workmanship and hoped him a prosperous season with
+the melons.</p>
+<p>Then I beguiled him to talk of his land and his "folks,"
+delighting in his low, soft speech, wherein the vowels languished
+and the r's fainted from sheer inertia.</p>
+<p>"But, Clem, you are a free man now. Those people can't claim
+your services any longer."</p>
+<p>I knew what he would say, but for the sake of hearing it once
+more, I had braved his quick look of commiseration for my
+shallowness of understanding.</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, Mahstah Majah, Ah knows 'bout that theah 'mancipation
+Procalmashum. But Ah was a ve'y diffunt matteh. Yo'-all see Ah was
+made oveh t' Miss Cahline pussenly by Ole Mahstah. Yes, seh, Ah
+been Miss Catiline's pussenal propity fo' a consid'able length of
+time, eveh sence she was Little Miss."</p>
+<p>"But you are free, just the same, now."</p>
+<p>He looked upon me with troubled, grave eyes.</p>
+<p>"Well, seh, Mahstah Majah, Ah ain't eveh raghtly comp'ehended,
+but Ah've reckoned that theah wah business an' Procalmashum an' so
+fothe was fo' common niggehs an' fiel' han's an' sech what b'long
+to th' place. But Ah was diffunt. Ah ain't b'longed to th' place.
+Ah b'longed to Miss Cahline lak Ah endeaveh to explain. Ah was a
+house niggeh an' futhamoah an' notwithstandin' Ah was th' pussenal
+propity of Miss Cahline. Yes, seh, Ah b'long dreckly to
+huh&mdash;an' Ah bet them theah lawyehs at Wash'nt'n, seh, couldn't
+kentrive none a' they laws that woulda teched <i>me</i>, seh. No,
+seh&mdash;they cain't lay th' law to Miss Cahline's pussenalities.
+She ain't go'n' a' stan' no nonsense lahk <i>that</i>, seh; she
+ain't go'n a' have no lawyeh mixin' up in huh private mattehs. Ah
+lahk t' see one <i>try</i> it&mdash;yes, seh."</p>
+<p>He gazed vacantly into the distance, then laughed aloud as he
+beheld the discomfiture of the "lawyeh" in this suppositious
+proceeding.</p>
+<p>"And you even let your wife go?&mdash;that must have been
+hard."</p>
+<p>"Well, seh, not to <i>say</i> mah wife. Mah raght wife, she
+daid&mdash;an' then Ah mahied this yeh light-shaded gehl fum th'
+quahtahs, an' she's wild an' misled&mdash;yes, seh."</p>
+<p>Again he was troubled, but I held him to it.</p>
+<p>"You thought a good deal of her, didn't you, Clem?"</p>
+<p>He studied a moment as he rearranged the roses in the bowl on
+the table, seeking a way to let me understand. Then he sighed
+hopelessly.</p>
+<p>"Well, Mahstah Majah, Genevieve she cyahed a raght smaht fo' me,
+also, an' she mek it up fo' me t' come along t' town with huh. She
+sais Ah git a mewl an' a fahm an' thousan' dollehs money fum yo'
+Nawthen President an' we all live lahk th' quality. But, yo'-all
+see, th' ole Mahstah Cunnel say when he go off to th' wah, 'Clem,
+yo' black houn', ef Ah doan' eveh come back, these yeh ladies is
+lef in yo' pussenal chahge. Yo' unde'stan' <i>that?</i> Yo' go on
+an' <i>do</i> fo' 'em jes' lahk Ah was yeh.' An' young Mahstah
+Cap'n Bev'ly,&mdash;he's Little Miss's engaged-to-mahy
+genaman,&mdash;he sais, 'Clem, ef Ah doan' neveh come back, Ah pray
+an' entrus' yo'-all t' cyah fo' Miss Kate an' huh Maw jes lahk Ah
+was yeh on th' spot.' An Ah said, 'Yes, seh,' an' they ain't
+neithah one a' them eveh did come back. Mahstah Cunnel he daid by
+th' hand o' yo' Nawthen President at th' battle a' Seven Pines, an'
+Mahstah Cap'n Bev'ly Glentwo'th&mdash;yo' ole Mahstah Gen'al
+She'dan shoot him all t' pieces in his chest one day. So theah Ah
+is&mdash;Ah <i>cain't</i> leave&mdash;an' Genevieve comes a'
+repohtin' huhse'f to mek mah rediments, 'cause we all free an'
+go'n' a' go t' Richmond t' live high an' maghty, an' Ah sais, 'Ah'm
+Miss Cahline's pussenal propity&mdash;Ah ain't no fiel' niggeh!'
+She sais, 'Is yo' a' comin' aw is you <i>ain't</i> a-comin'?' Ah
+sais, 'Ole Cunnel daid, young Cap'n daid&mdash;yo' go 'long an'
+min' yo' own mindin's&mdash;'"</p>
+<p>He paused to look out over the waters with shining eyes. After a
+bit he said slowly, "Ah neveh thought Genevieve would go&mdash;but
+she did."</p>
+<p>"Then what?"</p>
+<p>"Well, seh, Ah stayed on th' place twell we moved oveh to Miss
+Cahline's secon' cousin, Mahstah Cunnel Peavey, but they wa'n't
+nothin' theah, so Ah sais t' Miss Cahline that Ah's goin' Nawth
+wheah all th' money is, an' Ah send fo' huh. So she sais, 'Ve'y
+good, Clem&mdash;yo' all Ah got lef t' mah name,' an' so Ah come
+off. Then afteh while Little Miss she git resty an' tehible
+fractious an' she go off t' Baltimoah t' teach in th' young ladies'
+educationals, an' Miss Cahline she still theah waitin' fo' me. Yes,
+seh, sh' ain't doin' nothin' but livin' on huh secon' cousin an' he
+ain' got nothin'&mdash;an' Ah lay Ah ain't go'n' a' have
+<i>that</i> kind a' doin's. No, seh&mdash;a-livin' on Cunnel Looshe
+Peavey. Ah'm go'n' a' git huh yeh whah she kin be
+independent&mdash;"</p>
+<p>Again he stopped to see visions.</p>
+<p>"An' then, afteh a tehible shawt while, Ah git Little Miss fum
+the educationals an' they <i>both</i> be independent. Yes, seh,
+Ah'm gittin' th' money&mdash;reglah gole money&mdash;none a' this
+yeh Vaginyah papah-rags money. Ah ain't stahted good when Ah come,
+but Ah wagah ten hund'ed thousan' dollehs Ah finish up good!"</p>
+<p>The last was a pointed reference to the Colonel.</p>
+<p>"Have you seen Colonel Potts lately?" I asked. Clem sniffed.</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, on that tavehn cohnah, a-settin' on a cheer an'
+a-chestin' out his chest lahk a ole ma'ash frawg. 'Peahs like the
+man ain't got hawg sense, ack'in' that a-way."</p>
+<p>A concluding sniff left it plain that Potts had been put beyond
+the pale of gentility by Clem.</p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><a href="images/frontist.jpg"><img width="50%"
+src="images/frontist.jpg" alt=
+"A-CHESTIN' OUT HIS CHEST LAHK A OLE MA'ASH FRAWG." /></a></p>
+<center><h5>"A-CHESTIN' OUT HIS CHEST LAHK A OLE MA'ASH FRAWG."</h5></center>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p>He left me then to do his work in the kitchen&mdash;left me back
+on a battle-field, lying hurt beside an officer from his land who
+tried weakly to stanch a wound in his side as he addressed me.</p>
+<p>"A hot charge, sir&mdash;but we rallied&mdash;hear that yell
+from our men behind the woods. You can't beat us. We needn't be
+told that. Whatever God is, he's at least a gentleman, above
+practical jokes of that sort." He groaned as the blood oozed anew
+from his side, then pleaded with me to help him find the
+picture&mdash;to look under him and all about on the ground. Long I
+mused upon this, but at last my pipe was out, and I awoke from that
+troubled spot where God's little creatures had clashed in their
+puny rage&mdash;awoke to know that this was my day to wander in
+another world&mdash;the dream world of children, where everything
+is true that ought to be true.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH7">CHAPTER VII</a></h2>
+<center>"A WORLD OF FINE FABLING"</center>
+<p>Solon Denney's home, in charge of Mrs. Delia Sullivan, late of
+Kerry, was four blocks up the shaded street from my own. Within one
+block of its gate as I approached it that morning, the Sabbath calm
+was riven by shouts that led me to the back of the house. In the
+yard next to Solon's, Tobin Crowder, of Crowder &amp; Fancett,
+Lumber, Coal and Building Supplies, had left a magnificent green
+wagon-box flat upon the ground, a thing so fine that it was almost
+a game of itself. An imagination of even the second order could at
+once render it supremely fascinating. My two babes, collaborating
+with four small Sullivans, had by child magic, which is the only
+true magic, transformed this box into a splendid express train. The
+train now sped across country at such terrific speed that the small
+Sullivan at the throttle, an artist and a realist, crouched low,
+with eyes strained upon the track-head, with one hand tightly
+holding on his Sunday cap.</p>
+<p>Another Sullivan was fireman, fiercely shovelling imaginary
+coal; still another at the side of the box grasped the handle of
+the brake as one ready to die at his post if need be. The last
+Sullivan paced the length of the wagon-box, being thrown from side
+to side with fine artistry by the train's jolting. He arrogantly
+demanded tickets from passengers supposedly both to relinquish
+these. And in his wake went the official most envied by all the
+others. With a horse's nose-bag upon his arm my namesake chanted in
+pleading tones above the din, "Peanuts&mdash;freshly buttered
+popcorn&mdash;Culver's celebrated double-X cough drops, cool and
+refreshing!"</p>
+<p>But the tragic eminence of the game was occupied by my woman
+child. Perched in the middle of the high seat, her short legs
+impotently projecting into space, she was the only passenger on
+this train&mdash;and she, for whose sole behoof the ponderous
+machinery was operated, in whose exclusive service this crew of
+trained hirelings toiled&mdash;she sat aloft indignant, with
+tear-wet face, her soul revolted by the ignominy of it.</p>
+<p>I knew the truth in a glance. There had been clamors for the
+positions of honor, and she, from weakness of sex, had been
+overborne. She, whose heart cried out for the distinction of
+train-boy, conductor, engineer, brakeman, or fireman, in the order
+named, had been forced into the only degrading post in the
+game&mdash;a mere passenger without voice or office in those
+delicate feats of administration. And she suffered&mdash;suffered
+with a pathetic loyalty, for she knew as well as they that some one
+<i>had</i> to be the passenger.</p>
+<p>I held an accusing eye upon my namesake and the train came to a
+sudden halt, much embarrassed, though the brakeman, with artistic
+relish, made a vast ado with his brake and pretended that "she"
+might start off again any minute.</p>
+<p>My namesake poised himself on the foot that had no stone-bruise
+and began:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Now, Uncle Maje, I <i>told</i> her she could be engineer after
+we got to the next station&mdash;"</p>
+<p>His tones were those of benevolence that has been
+ill-requited.</p>
+<p>"<i>That</i> was las' station," broke in the aggrieved
+passenger, "an' they wouldn't stop the train there 'cause they said
+it was a 'spress train and mustn't stop at such little
+stations&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"I tried awful hard to stop her," said the crafty Sullivan at
+the throttle, "but she got away from me. She did <i>so</i>,
+now!"</p>
+<p>"And I said, 'First to be engineer,'" resumed the passenger,
+bitterly, "an' they wouldn't let me, an' I said, 'Secon' to be
+engineer,' an' they never let me, an' I said, 'Las' to be
+engineer,' an' they never let me."</p>
+<p>"She wants to be <i>everything</i>" said my namesake, rendered a
+little sullen by this concise putting of her case.</p>
+<p>"You come with me," I said to the passenger, "and we'll do
+something better than this&mdash;something fine!"</p>
+<p>Her face brightened, for she knew that I never made idle
+promises as do so many grown-ups. She jumped from her seat, even
+though the first Sullivan tooted a throaty whistle and the second
+rattled his brake machinery in warning. I helped her over the side
+of the box, and as we walked away she shouted back to the bereaved
+express train a consolatory couplet:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"First the worst, second the same,<br />
+Last the best of all the game!"</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>That superb machinery of travel was silent, and the mechanics
+and officials, robbed of their passenger, eyed us with
+disfavor.</p>
+<p>"They are terrapin-buzzards!" exclaimed my woman child, with
+deep conviction.</p>
+<p>I shuddered fittingly at the violence of her speech.</p>
+<p>Before we had gone far the train-boy deserted his post and came
+running after us.</p>
+<p>"John B. Gough!" he exclaimed bitterly&mdash;profanely.</p>
+<p>"He's swearing," warned his sister. "Look out, Uncle Maje, or
+he'll say 'Gamboge' next."</p>
+<p>"I don't care," retorted the indignant follower; "you can't have
+a train without any passenger&mdash;it's silly. I don't care if I
+do say Gamboge. There! Gamboge it!"</p>
+<p>I turned upon him. I had endured "terrapin-buzzards," hurled at
+the group by my woman child, perceiving need of relief for her
+pent-up passion. I had, moreover, for the same reason, permitted my
+namesake to roll under his tongue the formidable and satisfying
+expletive, "John B. Gough!" But I felt that the line must be drawn
+at Gamboge. Terrapin-buzzards was bad enough, though it was true
+that this might be used innocently, as in a moment of mild dismay,
+or as an exclamation of mere astonishment without sinister import.
+But Gamboge!&mdash;and ripped out brazenly as it had
+been?&mdash;No! A thousand times No!</p>
+<p>"Calvin," I said sternly, "aren't you ashamed to use such
+language&mdash;before me&mdash;and before your little sister?"</p>
+<p>But here the little sister sank beneath her true woman's level
+by saying:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"I know worse than that&mdash;Dut!"</p>
+<p>With a look of deadly coldness I sought to chill the pride that
+shone in her eyes as she achieved this new enormity.</p>
+<p>"What is 'Dut'?" I asked severely.</p>
+<p>"Dut is&mdash;is <i>a</i> Dut," she answered, somewhat abashed
+by my want of enthusiasm.</p>
+<p>"A Dut is a baddix&mdash;a regular baddix," volunteered her
+brother. Following a device familiar to philologists, he submitted
+concrete examples.</p>
+<p>"Two of those Sullivans are Duts, and so's Mrs. Sullivan
+sometimes when she makes me split kindling and let the cat alone
+and&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"That will do," I said; "that's enough of such talk. Come right
+into the house."</p>
+<p>"It ain't a baddix to say 'O Crackers!'" he observed
+tentatively, as he followed us.</p>
+<p>"It may not be for some people," I answered. "Nice people might
+say that once in a great while, on week-days, if they never said
+any other baddixes; but it's just as bad as any of them if you say
+all the others&mdash;especially that horrible one&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Gamboge," he reminded me, brightly.</p>
+<p>"Never mind saying it again!"</p>
+<p>Then came a new uproar from the wagon-box. We perceived that the
+train had moved off again, manned now entirely by Sullivans. They
+sought, I detected, to produce in our minds an impression that the
+thing was going better than ever. The toots of the
+Sullivan-throated whistle were louder and more frequent, and the
+voice of the largest could be plainly heard. He had combined the
+two offices of train-boy and conductor. We heard him alternately
+demanding "Tickets!" and urging "Peanuts, cakes, and candies!" If
+the intention had been to lure us back to witness a Sullivan
+triumph, it failed. We shut our lips tightly and moved around to
+the front porch.</p>
+<p>The foiled Sullivans presently followed us here. They made a
+group at the base of a maple on the lawn and, affecting not to
+notice us, talked in a large, loud way so that we must overhear and
+be made envious,&mdash;even awe-struck; for they had all secured
+jobs on the real railroad, it appeared. They would have to begin
+to-morrow, probably. They didn't know for sure, but they thought it
+would be to-morrow. It would be fine, riding off on the big train.
+Probably they would never come back to this town, but sleep on
+their big engine every night; and every day, from the toothsome
+dainties of the train-boy Sullivan's basket, they would "eat all
+they could hold." The elder Sullivan, aged eight, he of the
+artistic temperament, here soared dizzily into the farthest ether
+of romance. He had his uniform at home, at that very moment, and a
+cap with "gold reading" on it&mdash;it read "Conductor" on one
+side, and "Candy" on the other. Only&mdash;this veritably smacked
+of genius&mdash;the blue coat with the gold buttons had been made
+too small for him, and he'd have to wait until they sent him a
+larger size&mdash;"a No. 12," he said, with a careless, unseeing
+glance at our group. This was a stroke that had nearly done for one
+of us&mdash;but a moment's resistance and another of sober
+reflection saved him. He flashed to me a look of scorn for the
+clumsy fabrication.</p>
+<p>There was still a brakeman needed, it appeared,&mdash;a
+<i>good</i> brakeman. The Sullivans consulted importantly,
+wondering if "a good man" could by any chance be found "around
+here." They named and rejected several possible
+candidates&mdash;other boys that we knew. And they wondered again.
+No&mdash;probably every one around here was afraid to leave home,
+or wouldn't be strong enough.</p>
+<p>I held my breath, perceiving at once, the villany on foot. They
+were trying to lure one of us into a trap. They wished one of us to
+leap forward with a glad, eager, artless shout&mdash;"<i>I'll</i>
+be the other brakeman!" At once they would jeer coarsely, slapping
+one another's backs and affecting the utmost merriment that this
+one of us should have been equal to so monstrous a pretension. This
+would last a long time. They would take up other matters only for
+the sake of coming back to it with sudden explosions of
+contemptuous mirth.</p>
+<p>Happily, the one of us most liable to this ignominy remained
+unbelieving to the bitter end; even did he pretend to a yawning
+sort of interest in a book carelessly picked up. The Sullivans had
+been foiled at every turn, and now we were relieved from the covert
+but not less pointed insult of their presence.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Delia, her morning's work done, came out dressed for
+church, bidding me a briskly sad little "Good marnin',
+<i>Major!</i>" I responded pleasantly, for in a way I liked Mrs.
+Sullivan, who came each day from her bare little house under the
+hill to make a home for Solon and our children. At least she was
+kind to them and kept them plump. That she remained dismal under
+circumstances that seemed to me not to warrant it was a detail of
+minor consequence. Terry Sullivan had been no good husband to her.
+Beating her and the lesser Sullivans had been his serious aim when
+in liquor and his diversion when out. But he fell from a gracious
+scaffolding with a. bucket of azure paint one day and fractured his
+stout neck, a thing which in the general opinion of Little Arcady
+Heaven had meant to be consummated under more formal auspices.</p>
+<p>But when they took Terry home and laid him on her bed, she had
+wailed absurdly for the lost lover in him. Through the night her
+cry had been, "Ah, Terry, Terry,&mdash;ye gev me manny a haird
+blow, darlin', but ye kep' th' hairdest til th' last!"</p>
+<p>It was not possible to avoid being irritated a little by such a
+woman, but I always tried to conceal this from her. I suppose she
+had a right to her own play-world. She was dressed now in a limp
+black of many rusty ruffles that sagged close to her and glistened
+in spots through its rust. Both the dress and the spiritless silk
+bonnet that circled her keen little face seemed to have been cried
+over a long time&mdash;to be always damp with her tears.</p>
+<p>With parting injunctions to my namesake to let the cat alone,
+not to "track up" the kitchen, and not to play with matches, the
+little woman lovingly cuffed the conspiring lesser Sullivans into a
+decorous line behind her and marched them off to church. There, I
+knew, she would give from her poor wage that the soul of dead Terry
+should be the sooner prayed out of a place, which, it would seem,
+might have been created with an eye single to his just needs.</p>
+<p>Thinking of woman's love,&mdash;that, like the peace of God it
+passeth all understanding,&mdash;I officiated absently as one of
+two guests at a "tea-party." My fellow-guest was a large doll
+braced stiffly in its chair; a doll whose waxen face had been
+gouged by vandal nails. That was an old tragedy, though a sickening
+one at the time. The doll had been my Christmas offering to the
+woman child, and in the dusk of that joyous day my namesake had
+craved of its proud mother the boon of holding it a little while.
+Relinquished trustingly to him, he had sat with it by a cheerful
+fire&mdash;without evil intent, I do truly believe. Surely it was
+by chance that he found its waxen face softening under the stove's
+glow&mdash;and has Heaven affixed nails to any boy of seven that,
+in a dusky room at a quiet moment, would have behaved with more
+restraint? I trow not. One surprised dig and all was lost. Of that
+fair surface of rounded cheek, fattened chin, and noble brow not a
+square inch was left ungouged. It was indeed a face of evil
+suggestion that the unsuspecting mother took back.</p>
+<p>That was the evening when the Crowders, living next door, had
+rushed over in the belief that my woman child was being murdered.
+The criminal had never been able to advance the shadow of a reason
+or excuse for his mad act. He seemed to be as honestly puzzled by
+it as the rest of us, though I rejoice to say that he was not left
+without reason to deplore it.</p>
+<p>But the mother&mdash;the true mother&mdash;had thereafter loved
+the disfigured thing but the more. She promptly divested it of all
+its splendid garments, as a precaution against further vandalism,
+and the naked thing with its scarred face was ever an honored guest
+at our functions.</p>
+<p>"You really must get some clothes for Irene," I said. "That's
+not quite the right thing, you know, having her sit there without
+any."</p>
+<p>In much annoyance she rebuked me, whispering, for this
+thoughtless lapse from my r&ocirc;le as guest. At our parties Irene
+was no longer Irene, but "Mrs. Judge Robinson," and justly
+sensitive about her faulty complexion and lack of clothes.</p>
+<p>"Besides," came the whisper again, "I am going to make her some
+clothes&mdash;a lovely veil to go over her face."</p>
+<p>Resuming her company voice, and with the aplomb of a perfect
+hostess who has rectified the gaucherie of an awkward guest, she
+pressed upon me another cup of the custard coffee, and tactfully
+inquired of the supposedly embarrassed Mrs. Judge Robinson if she
+did not think this was <i>very</i> warm weather for this time of
+year.</p>
+<p>The proprieties being thus mended, our hostess raised her voice
+and bade Mrs. Sullivan, within doors, to hurry with the next
+course, which, I was charmed to learn, would be lemon soup and
+frosted cake. Mrs. Sullivan's response, though audible only to her
+mistress, who was compelled to cock an intent ear toward the
+kitchen, seemed to be in some manner shuffling or evasive.</p>
+<p>"What's <i>that</i>?" she exclaimed sharply, listening again.
+Then, with dignity, "Well, if you <i>don't</i> hurry, I'll have to
+come right in there and see to you this minute!"</p>
+<p>The threat happily availed, and the feast went forward, a
+phantom and duly apologetic Mrs. Sullivan serving us with every
+delicacy which our imaginations afforded. When we had eaten to
+repletion, of and from the checkers which were our plates and food
+as well, Mrs. Judge Robinson suddenly became Irene, who had eaten
+too much and had to be scolded and put to bed. The lights were out,
+the revelry done.</p>
+<p>"Going walking now?" asked my namesake. He did not know how to
+behave at tea-parties, and, sitting at a little distance from us,
+he had been aiming an imaginary gun at every fat robin that mined
+the lawn for sustenance.</p>
+<p>"Ask your father if you may go," I said. I had heard Solon
+pacing his room&mdash;forever cogitating the imminent Potts. I did
+not enter the house oftener than I could help, for always in those
+rooms I felt a troubled presence, a homesick thing that pushed two
+frail white hands against an intangible but sufficing curtain that
+held it from those it sickened for. I could not long be easy
+there.</p>
+<p>It was a day poised and serene, with white brush-dabs of cloud
+on a wonderful canvas of blue,&mdash;a day when I longed for the
+honeyed fragrance of the woods warming from the last night's
+rain.</p>
+<p>But this was not to be my walk. Not for me the shaded arches of
+the wood where glad birds piped, nor the velvet hillsides tufted
+with green and yellow and brown, nor eke the quiet lane running
+between walls of foliage, where simple rabbits scampered, amazed,
+but not yet taught their fullest fear.</p>
+<p>The butterflies we must chase hovered rather along urban ways.
+That of the woman child was social. Ahead of us she flounced.
+Strangely, she was herself Mrs. Judge Robinson now. I understood
+that she was decked in a gown of royal purple, whose sweeping
+velvet train gave her no little trouble. But she paid her calls. At
+each gate she stopped, and it seemed that persons met her there,
+for she began:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Why, how do you <i>do?</i> Yes, it's lovely weather we're
+having. Are your children got the scarlet fever? That's too bad. So
+has mine. I'm afraid they'll die. Well, I must be going now.
+<i>Good</i> day!"</p>
+<p>Sometimes she ran back to say, "Now do come over some day and
+bring your work!"</p>
+<p>The butterflies pursued by my namesake were various, and some of
+them were more secret.</p>
+<p>For one he made me stand with him while he gazed long into the
+drug-store window. I divined at last that those giant chalices, one
+of green and one of ruby liquor, were the objects of his worship.
+He could not have told me this, but I knew that in his mind these
+were compounds of unparalleled richness, potent with Heaven knows
+what wondrous charms. It was not that he dreamed ever of securing
+any of the stuff; the spell endured only while they must stand
+there, remote, splendid, inaccessible.</p>
+<p>Then we strolled down the quiet street to a road that went close
+to the railway. And there, with beating hearts, we beheld the
+two-twenty Eastern freight rattle superbly by us. From the cab of
+its inspiring locomotive one of fortune's favorites rang a
+priceless gold bell with an air of indifference which we believed
+in our hearts was assumed to impress us. And notwithstanding our
+suspicion, we <i>were</i> impressed, for did we not know that he
+could reach up his other hand and blow the splendid whistle if he
+happened to feel like it?</p>
+<p>After the locomotive came the closed and mysterious box-cars,
+important with big numbers and initials in cabalistic sequence,
+indicating a wide and exciting range of travels. Then came stock
+cars, from between the slats of which strange and envied cattle
+looked out on their way to a wondrous city; and there was a car of
+squealing pigs, who seemed not to want to ride on a real train; and
+some cars of sheep that were stupidly indifferent about the whole
+thing. At the last was a palatial "caboose", and toward this, over
+the tops of the moving cars, a happy brakeman made his exciting
+progress, not having to hold on, or anything. He casually waved an
+arm at us, a salute that one of our number, in acknowledging,
+sought to imitate, for the cool, indifferent flourish of its arm,
+as if it were a common enough thing for us to be noticed by the
+mighty from their eminences.</p>
+<p>This was my namesake's most beautiful of butterflies. Any one
+could understand that. As the train lost itself in smoke I knew
+well what he felt. I knew that that smoke of soft coal was so
+delicious, so wonderful of portent in his nostrils, that throughout
+his life it would bring up the wander-bidding in him&mdash;always a
+strange sweet passion of <i>starting</i>. Even now the
+journey-wonder was in his eyes. I knew that he saw himself jauntily
+stepping the perilous tops of cars, clad in a coat of padded
+shoulders bound with wide braid, a lantern on his arm, coal dust
+smudging the back of his neck, and two fingers felicitously gone
+from his left hand.</p>
+<p>I coughed, to recall him from visions. He looked up at me, a
+little shyly, debating&mdash;but why should it not be told?</p>
+<p>"Uncle Maje&mdash;when I grow up, I'm going off to be a
+brakeman."</p>
+<p>"I know it," I said quietly.</p>
+<p>"Won't it be just fine!"</p>
+<p>"It's the very finest life in all the world. I hoped for it
+myself once, but I was disappointed."</p>
+<p>He gave me a quick look of sympathy.</p>
+<p>"Wouldn't they let you?"</p>
+<p>"Well, they were afraid I'd be hurt&mdash;only I knew I wouldn't
+be&mdash;anything to speak of&mdash;a couple of fingers,
+perhaps&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Off the left hand," he suggested understandingly.</p>
+<p>"Of course,&mdash;off the left hand."</p>
+<p>"That brakeman on No. 3 has got two off <i>his</i> left hand,"
+was the final comment.</p>
+<p>We retraced our steps; but there was yet another butterfly of my
+namesake's. He led us to a by-path that followed the river bank up
+to the bridge, running far ahead of us. When we reached him he was
+seated, dumb with yearning, before a newly painted sign,</p>
+<center>"GO TO BUDD'S FOR AN UP-TO-DATE 25 CT. DINNER."</center>
+<p>He was obliged to limp that day, for his stone-bruise was coming
+on finely; but he had gone half a mile out of his way to worship at
+this wayside shrine. Again he was dreaming. In the days of his
+opulence he saw himself going to Budd's. Fortunately for his
+illusions the price was now prohibitive. I had been to Budd's
+myself.</p>
+<p>"Have you ever been there?" I asked of the dreamer.</p>
+<p>"I've been in his store, in the front part, where the candy
+is&mdash;and if you go 'round when he's freezing ice cream, he'll
+give you a whole ten-cent dish just for turning the freezer; but
+Pop won't let me stay out of school to do it, and Budd don't freeze
+Saturdays. But some day&mdash;" he paused. Then, with seemingly
+another idea:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"He's got an awful funny sign up over the counter."</p>
+<p>He would not tell me what the sign was, though, He shuffled and
+talked of other things. I entered Budd's on the morrow, purposely
+to read it, and I knew that my namesake had quailed before it. The
+sign was in white, frosted letters, on a blue ground, and it
+ran:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>TO TRUST IS TO BUST<br />
+TO BUST IS HELL<br />
+NO TRUST, NO BUST, NO HELL.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>Its syllogistic hardness was repellant, but I dare say it
+preserved a gorgeous butterfly from utter extinction.</p>
+<p>Home again at early twilight, we ate of a cold supper set out
+for us by Mrs. Sullivan. And here I reflected that good days often
+end badly, for my namesake betrayed extreme dissatisfaction with
+the food.</p>
+<p>"Why don't we have that pudding oftener&mdash;with lather on top
+of it?" was his first outbreak. And at last he felt obliged to
+declare bitterly, "We don't have a thing that's fit to eat!"</p>
+<p>"Calvin," said his father, "if I have to whip, it will hurt you
+worse than it does me."</p>
+<p>Whereupon the complainer was wisely silent, but later I heard
+him asserting, between catches of his breath, and out of his
+father's hearing:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"I don't care&mdash;(<i>a sniff</i>)&mdash;when I'm rich, I'll
+go to Budd's for an up-to-date dinner, you bet&mdash;(<i>a
+snuffle</i>)&mdash;I'll probably go there every day of my
+life&mdash;(<i>two snuffles</i>)&mdash;yes, sir&mdash;Sundays and
+all!"</p>
+<p>I cheered him as best I could.</p>
+<p>His sister had saved her day to a happy end, babbling off to bed
+with the distressing Irene, to whom she would show a book of
+pictures until sleep shut off her little eyelid.</p>
+<p>A wise old man&mdash;I believe he was a bishop&mdash;once said
+he knew "that outside the real world is a world of fine
+fabling."</p>
+<p>I had stolen a day from that world. Now I hurried through the
+gloom of the hall, past the poor striving hands, to sit with Solon
+Denney and tell him of a peculiar thing I had observed during the
+afternoon's walk.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH8">CHAPTER VIII</a></h2>
+<center>ADVENTURE OF BILLY DURGIN, SLEUTH</center>
+<p>I spoke to Solon of Billy Durgin, whose peculiar, not to say
+mysterious, behavior I had been compelled to notice. I had first
+observed him that afternoon as we passed the City Hotel. Through
+the window of the little wash-room, where I saw that he was
+polishing a pair of shoes, he had winked at me from over his task,
+and then erected himself to make a puzzling gesture with one hand.
+Again, while we stood dream-bound before the window of the corner
+drug store, he had sent me a low whistle from across the street,
+following this with another puzzling arm wave; whereat he had
+started toward us. But instead of accosting me, as I had thought he
+meant to, he rushed by, with eyes rigidly ahead and his thin jaws
+grimly set. Throughout the stroll he haunted us, adhering to this
+strange line of conduct. I would turn a corner, to find Billy
+apparently waiting for me a block off. Then would follow a signal
+of no determinable import, after which he would walk swiftly past
+me as if unaware of my presence. Once I started to address him, but
+was met with "<i>Not a word</i>!" hissed at me in his best style
+from between clenched teeth.</p>
+<p>I decided at last that Billy was playing a game of his own. For
+Billy Durgin, though sixteen years old, had happy access to our
+world of fine fabling; and to this I knew he resorted at those
+times when his duties as porter at the City Hotel palled upon his
+romantic spirit.</p>
+<p>Billy, in short, was a detective, well soaked in the plenteous
+literature of his craft and living in the dream that criminals
+would one day shudder at the bare mention of his name.</p>
+<p>Nor was he unprovided with a badge of office. Upon his immature
+chest, concealed by his waist-coat, was an eight-pointed star
+emblazoned with an open eye. Billy had once proudly confided to me
+that the star was "pure German Silver." A year before he had
+answered an advertisement which made known that a trusty man was
+wanted in every community "to act for us in a confidential
+capacity. Address for particulars, with stamp."</p>
+<p>The particulars were that you sent the International Detective
+Association five dollars for a badge. After that you were their
+confidential agent, and if a "case" occurred in your territory, you
+were the man they turned to.</p>
+<p>Billy's five hard-earned dollars had gone to the great city, and
+back had come his star. He wore it secretly at first, but was moved
+at length to display it to a few chosen friends; not wisely chosen,
+it would appear, for now there were mockers of Billy among the
+irreverent of the town. As he sat aloft on his boot-blacking
+throne, waiting for crime to be done among us, conning meantime one
+of those romances in which his heroes did rare deeds, he would be
+subjected to intrusion. Some coarse town humorist would leer upon
+him from the doorway&mdash;a leer of furtive, devilish
+cunning&mdash;and whisper hoarsely, "Hist! Are we alone?"</p>
+<p>Struck thus below the belt of his dignity, our hero could only
+respond:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Aw, that's all right! You g'wan out a' here now an' quit your
+foolin'!"</p>
+<p>But criminals seemed to have conspired against Little Arcady, to
+cheat it of its rightful distinction. In vain had Billy waited for
+a "case" to be sent him by the International Detective Agency. In
+vain had he sought to develop one by his own ferreting genius. Each
+week he searched the columns of the police paper in Harpin Gust's
+barber-shop, fixing in his mind the lineaments of criminals there
+advertised as wanted in various corners of our land. These were
+counterfeiters, murderers, embezzlers, horse-thieves, confidence
+men, what not&mdash;criminals to satisfy a sleuth of the most
+catholic tastes; but they were all wanted elsewhere&mdash;at
+Altoona, Pennsylvania, or Deming, New Mexico; at Portland, Maine,
+or Dodge City, Kansas. In truth, the country elsewhere swarmed with
+Billy's lawful prey, and only Little Arcady seemed good.</p>
+<p>Billy also gloated over the portraits of well-known deputy
+sheriffs and other officers of the law printed in the same charming
+police paper. It seemed not too much to hope that his own likeness
+might one day grace that radiant page&mdash;himself in a long,
+fashionable overcoat, carelessly flung back to reveal the badge,
+with its never closing eye, and underneath, "William P. Durgin, the
+Dashing Young Detective, whose Coolness, Skill, and Daring have
+made his Name a Terror to Evil-Doers."</p>
+<p>Famished for adventure, thirsting for danger, yearning for the
+perilous midnight encounter, avid of secrecy and disguises, Billy
+had been forced to toil prosaically, barrenly, unprofitably, about
+the sinless corridors of the City Hotel. All he had been able to do
+thus far was to regard every newcomer to the town with a steely eye
+of distrust; to watch each one furtively, to shadow him in his
+walks, and to believe during his sojourn that he might be "Red
+Mike, alias James K. Brown, wanted for safe-breaking at Muskegon,
+Michigan; reward, $1000," or some like desperado.</p>
+<p>As such did he view them all&mdash;from the ornately garbed
+young man who came among us purveying windmills to the portly,
+broadclothed, gray-whiskered and forbiddingly respectable
+colporteur of the American Bible Society. Some day would his keen
+gray eye penetrate the cunning disguise; some day would he step
+quietly up to his man and say in low but deadly tones: "Come with
+me, now. Make no trouble or it will be the worse for you."
+Whereupon the guilty wretch would blanch and say in shaking voice:
+"My God, it's Billy Durgin, the famous detective! Don't
+shoot&mdash;I'll come!"</p>
+<p>Billy had faith that this dramatic episode would occur in the
+very office of the City Hotel, and he believed that some of those
+who had joked him about his life passion would thereafter treat him
+in a very different manner.</p>
+<p>Though I had long won these facts from Billy, I had never known
+him to play his game so openly before. But when I mentioned the
+thing to Solon, thinking to beguile him from his trouble, I found
+him more interested than I had thought he could be; for Solon knew
+Billy as well as I did,</p>
+<p>"Did Billy follow you here?" he asked. "Perhaps he has a
+clew."</p>
+<p>"A clew to what?"</p>
+<p>"A clew to Potts. Billy volunteered to work up the Potts case,
+and I told him to go ahead."</p>
+<p>"Was that fair, Solon, to pit a sleuth as relentless as Billy
+against poor Potts?"</p>
+<p>"All's fair in love and war."</p>
+<p>"Is it really war?"</p>
+<p>"You ask Westley Keyts if he thinks it's love."</p>
+<p>I think I noticed for the first time then that the Potts affair
+was etching lines into Solon's face.</p>
+<p>"Of course it's war," he went on. "You know the fix I'm in. I
+had the plan to get Potts out. It was a good plan, too. The more I
+think of it the better I like it. With any man in the world but
+Potts that plan would have been a stroke of genius. But I don't
+mind telling you that this thing has robbed me of sleep for three
+months. Potts has got me talking to myself. I wake up talking of
+him, out of the little sleep I do get. I'll tell you the
+fact&mdash;if Potts is here six weeks longer, and let to finish
+this canvas, my influence in Slocum County is gone. I might as well
+give up and move on to another town myself, where my dreadful
+secret is unknown."</p>
+<p>"Nonsense! But what can Billy Durgin do?"</p>
+<p>"Well, I'm desperate, that's all. And one night Billy had me
+meet him up by the cemetery&mdash;he came disguised in long black
+whiskers&mdash;and he told me that Potts was James Carruthers,
+better known to the police of two continents as 'Smooth Jim,'
+wanted for robbing the post-office at Lima, Ohio. Of course that's
+nonsense. Potts hasn't the wit to rob a post-office. But I didn't
+have the heart to tell Billy so. I told him, instead, that this was
+the chance of his life; to fasten to Potts like an enraged leech,
+and draw out every secret of his dark past. You can't
+tell&mdash;Billy might find something to pry him into the next
+county with, anyway."</p>
+<p>"He certainly looked charged with information this afternoon. He
+was fizzing like an impatient soda fountain. But why did he follow
+me?"</p>
+<p>"Well, that might be Billy's roundabout way of getting to me.
+The other time he shadowed Marvin Chislett to get a message to me.
+If you're a detective, you can't do things the usual way, or all
+may be lost."</p>
+<p>At that instant a low whistle sounded in our ears, a small
+missile was thrown over the evergreen hedge, bounding almost to our
+feet, and a slight but muscular figure was seen retreating swiftly
+into the dusk.</p>
+<p>Solon sprang for the mysterious object. It was a stone, about
+which was wrapped a sheet of paper. This he took off and smoothed
+out. By the fading light we made out to read: "Meet me at graveyard
+steps at midnight. You know who."</p>
+<p>We looked at each other. "Why didn't he come in here?" I
+asked.</p>
+<p>"That wouldn't have been detective-like."</p>
+<p>"But the graveyard at midnight!"</p>
+<p>"Well, perhaps he won't hold out for midnight&mdash;Billy is
+merely poetic at times&mdash;and maybe if we hurry along, we can
+catch up with him and have it out by the marble works there instead
+of going clear on to the cemetery. Perhaps that will be near enough
+in the right spirit for Billy."</p>
+<p>Quickly we made ready for the desperate assignation, pulling our
+hats well down, in a way that we thought Billy would approve.</p>
+<p>Four blocks along the street, by rapid walking, we came within
+hail of the intrepid young detective. We were also opposite the
+marble yard of Cornelius Lawson, who wrought monuments for the dead
+of Little Arcady. In front of the shop were a dozen finished and
+half-finished stones, ghostly white in the dusk. It seemed indeed
+to be a spot impressive enough to meet even Billy's captious
+requirements, but we had underrated the demands of his artist's
+conscience. Solon called to him.</p>
+<p>"Won't this do, Billy?"</p>
+<p>Billy stopped dramatically, turned back upon us, and then
+exploded:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Fools! Would you ruin all? You must not be seen addressing me.
+Now I must disguise myself."</p>
+<p>Turning stealthily from us, he swiftly adjusted a beard that
+swept its sable flow down his youthful chest. Then he addressed us
+again, still in tense, hoarse accents.</p>
+<p>"Are you armed?"</p>
+<p>"To the teeth!" answered Solon, with deadly grimness, and with a
+presence of mind which I envied.</p>
+<p>"Then follow me, but at a distance!"</p>
+<p>Meekly we obeyed. While our hero stalked ahead, stroking his
+luxuriant whiskers ever and anon, we pursued him at an interval so
+great that not the most alert citizen of Little Arcady could have
+suspected this sinister undercurrent to his simple life.</p>
+<p>It is a long walk to the cemetery, but we reached it to find
+Billy seated on the steps that lead over the fence, still shielded
+by his hairy envelope.</p>
+<p>"A tough case!" he whispered as we sat by him. "Our man has his
+spies out, and my every step is dogged both night and day."</p>
+<p>"Indeed?" we asked.</p>
+<p>"You know that slim little duck that got in last night,
+purtendin' he's a shoe-drummer? Well, he's a detective hired by
+Potts to shadow me. You know that big fat one, lettin' on he's
+agent for the Nonesuch Duplex Washin' Machine? He's another. You
+know that slick-lookin' cuss&mdash;like a minister&mdash;been here
+all week, makin' out he was canvassin' for 'The Scenic Wonders of
+Our Land' at a dollar a part, thirty-six parts and a portfoly to
+pack 'em away in? Well, he's an&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Hold on, Billy, let's get down to business," reminded
+Solon.</p>
+<p>"But I've throwed 'em all off for the nonce," continued Billy,
+looking closely, I thought, to see if we were rightly affected by
+"nonce."</p>
+<p>"Yes, sir, it's been the toughest darned case in my whole
+experience as an inside man."</p>
+<p>He waited for this to move us.</p>
+<p>"What have you found out?" asked Solon; "and say, can't you take
+off those whiskers, now that we are alone and unobserved? You know
+they kind of scramble your voice."</p>
+<p>With cautious looks all about him, Billy bared his tender young
+face to the night. A weak wind fretted in the cedars back of us,
+and an owl hooted. It was not an occasion that he would permit to
+glide by him too swiftly.</p>
+<p>"Well, first I had to git my skeleton keys made."</p>
+<p>"I thought you said his door was never locked," interrupted
+Solon.</p>
+<p>"That might be only a ruse," suggested our hero. "Well, I got my
+keys made, and then I begun to search his room. That's always a
+delicate job. You got to know just how. First I looked under the
+aidges of the carpet, clear around. Nothing rewarded my masterly
+search. Then I examines the bed and mattress inch by inch, with the
+same discouragin' results." Billy had now drifted fairly into the
+exciting manner of his favorite authors.</p>
+<p>"Baffled, but not beaten, I nex' turns my attention to the
+pictures, examinin' with a trained eye the backs of same, where
+might be cunningly concealed the old will&mdash;uh&mdash;I mean the
+incriminatin' dockaments that would bring the craven wretch to bay
+and land him safely behind the bars of jestice. But it seemed like
+I had the cunning of a fiend to contend with. No objeks of interest
+was revealed to my swift but thorough examination. Thence I
+directed my attentions to the wall-paper, well knowin' the
+desperate tricks to which the higher class of criminal will
+ofttimes resort to. Once I thought the game was up and all was
+lost. That new Swede chambermaid walks right in an' ketches me at
+my delicate tasks.</p>
+<p>"Always retainin' my calm presence of mind and coolness in
+emergencies, quick to think an' as ready to act, with an undaunted
+bravery I sprang at the girl's throat and hissed, 'How much will it
+take to silence your accursed tongue?' She draws her slight girlish
+figure up to its full height&mdash;'Ten thousand dollars!' she
+hissed back at me. 'Ten thousand devils!' I cried, hoarse with
+rage&mdash;"</p>
+<p>Too palpably our hero had been overwhelmed by his passion for
+fictitious prose narrative.</p>
+<p>"Hold on, Billy!&mdash;back up," broke in Solon. "This is
+business, you know&mdash;this isn't an Old Cap' Collyer tale."</p>
+<p>"Well, anyway," resumed Billy, a little abashed, "I silenced the
+girl. I threatened to have her transported for life if she breathed
+a word. Mebbe she didn't suspect anything after all. Tilly ain't so
+very bright. So at length I continues my researches into every nook
+and cranny of the den, and jest as I was about to abandon the
+trail, baffled and beaten at every turn, what should I git but an
+idee to look at some papers lyin' in plain sight on the table at
+the head of the bed."</p>
+<p>"Well, out with it!" I thought Solon was growing a little
+impatient. But Billy controlled the situation with a firm hand.</p>
+<p>"It's an old trick," he continued, "one that's fooled many a
+better man than Billy Durgin&mdash;leavin' the dockaments
+carelessly exposed like they didn't amount to anything; but havin'
+the well-known tenacity of a bloodhound, I was not to be thwarted.
+Well&mdash;to make a long story short&mdash;"</p>
+<p>Solon brightened wonderfully.</p>
+<p>"I have to admit that my first suspicion was incorrect. He ain't
+the one that done that Lima, Ohio, job and carried off them eight
+hundred dollars' worth of stamps&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"But what <i>did</i> he do?"</p>
+<p>"Well, I got a clew to another past of his&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"What is it? Let's have it!"</p>
+<p>Billy was still not to be driven faster than a detective story
+should move.</p>
+<p>We heard, and dimly saw, him engaged with a metallic object
+which he drew from under his coat. We were silent. Then we heard
+him say:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"My lamp's went out&mdash;<i>darn</i> these matches!"</p>
+<p>At last he seemed to light something. He unfolded a bit of paper
+before us and triumphantly across its surface he directed the rays
+of a bull's-eye lantern. This was his climax. We studied the
+paper.</p>
+<p>"Billy," said Solon, after a pause, "this looks like a good
+night's work. True, it may come to naught. We may still be baffled,
+foiled, thwarted at every turn&mdash;and yet something tells me
+that the man is in our power&mdash;that by this precious paper we
+may yet bring the scoundrel to his knees in prayers for our mercy,
+craven with fear at our knowledge."</p>
+<p>"Say," said Billy, stung to admiration by this flow of the right
+sort of talk, "Mr. Denney, did you ever read 'Little Rosebud, or is
+Beauty a Curse to a Poor Girl?' That sounded just like the
+detective in that&mdash;you remember&mdash;where he's talkin' to
+Clarence Armytage just after he's overheard the old lawyer tell
+Mark Vinton, the villain, 'If this child lives, you are a beggar!'
+Remember that?"</p>
+<p>"Why, no, Billy. I must get that, first thing in the morning. My
+tribute to your professional skill was wholly spontaneous, though
+perhaps a shade influenced by having listened to your own graphic
+style. But come, men! Let us separate and be off, ere we are
+discovered. And mind, not a word of this. One false step might ruin
+all! So have a care."</p>
+<p>It must have been one of the few perfect moments in the life of
+Billy.</p>
+<p>"You may rely upon William Durgin to the bitter end," said he,
+with a quiet dignity. "But there is work yet ahead for me
+to-night.</p>
+<p>"I got to regain my hotel unobserved. My life is not safe a
+moment with my every step dogged by the hired assassins of that
+infamous scoundrel."</p>
+<p>"If death or disaster come to you, Billy, you shall not be
+unavenged. We swear it here on this spot. <i>Swear</i>, Cal!"</p>
+<p>"Say," Billy called back to us, after adjusting his beard, "if
+anything comes of this,&mdash;rewards or anything,&mdash;first
+thing I'm goin' a' do&mdash;git me a good forty-four Colts. You
+can't stop a man with this here little twenty-two, an' it's only a
+one-shot at that. I'd be in a <i>nice</i> hole sometime, wouldn't
+I, with my back up against a wall an' six or seven of 'em comin'
+for me an' nothin' but <i>this</i> in my jeans?"</p>
+<p>"Point that the other way, Billy&mdash;we'll see about a bigger
+one later. We can't do anything to-night. And sell your life as
+dearly as possible if you have to sell it."</p>
+<p>I fell asleep that night on a conviction that our taste for
+barren reality is our chief error. If we could only believe
+forever, what a good world it could be&mdash;"a world of fine
+fabling," indeed! Also I wondered what J. Rodney Potts might have
+to apprehend from the leaven of fact in the fabling of Billy
+Durgin.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH9">CHAPTER IX</a></h2>
+<center>HOW THE BOSS SAVED HIMSELF</center>
+<p>He whom they had, with facetious intent, called "the Boss of
+Little Arcady" now began to wear a mien of defiance. From being
+confessedly distraught, he displayed, as the days went by, a
+spiritual uplift that fell but little short of arrogance. He did
+not permit any reason to be revealed for this marked change of
+demeanor. He was confident but secretive, serene but furtive, as
+one who has endured gibes for the sake of one brilliant
+<i>coup</i>.</p>
+<p>This apparently causeless change permeated even to the columns
+of the <i>Argus</i>. It had been observed by more than one of us
+that these had of late suffered from the depression of their
+editor. Their general tone had been negative. Now they spoke in a
+lightsome tone of self-sufficiency. They were gay, even jaunty. It
+was in this very epoch that the verse was born which for many years
+sang blithely from the top of the first column&mdash;sang of
+Denney's public-spirited optimism as to Slocum County and the
+Little Country.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>Keep your eye on Slocum,<br />
+She's all right!<br />
+Her skies are clear and full of cheer,<br />
+And all her prospects bright.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>As pointing more specifically to the incubus of Potts, there was
+this:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Lots of people are saying that we have met our Waterloo. They
+forget that Waterloo was a <i>victory</i> as well as a defeat. Two
+men met it, and the name of one was Wellington. Look it up in your
+encyclopaedia."</p>
+<p>But the faction of Potts, it should be noted, saw no reason to
+be impressed by a vaunting so vague. It had not tempered its
+hopefulness.</p>
+<p>Its idol was jubilant, careless as a schoolboy, babbling but
+sober. The <i>Banner</i> still challenged the world with its
+page-wide line: "Potts Forever! Potts the Coming Man!"</p>
+<p>Certain hopeful souls among the opposition had taken counsel how
+they might cause Potts to fall by means of strong drink. They had
+observed that the mill-race was still significantly uncovered. But
+to all invitations, all cunning incitements to indulgence, Potts
+was urbanely resistant. Conscious that a river of strong waters
+rippled at his feet, freely to be partaken of did he choose, it is
+true that his face showed lines of restraint, a serene restraint,
+like unto that which the great old painters limned so beautifully
+upon the face of the martyr. But the martyrs of old in their
+ecstasy were not more resolute than Potts. It is probable that he
+looked forward to a period of post-election refreshment; but
+pending the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November, his
+determination was such that it stamped his face with something akin
+to dignity. Said Westley Keyts, "If it was raining whiskey, Potts
+wouldn't drink as much as he could ketch on a fork!" and to this
+the town agreed. For once Potts was firm.</p>
+<p>His alpaca suit had visibly deteriorated during the campaign,
+and his tall hat again cried for the glossing ministry of a heated
+iron, but his virtue burgeoned under stress and flowered to beauty
+in the sight of men. It was understood at last that the mill-race
+might as well be covered for any adventitious relation it could
+sustain to Potts drunk.</p>
+<p>Westley Keyts's suggestion that Potts be weighted with pig-iron
+and dumped into the healing waters, drunk or sober, was the mere
+playfulness of an excellent butcher unpractised in sarcasm. His
+offer to supply, free of cost, a quantity of pig-iron ample for the
+purpose left this hypothesis unavoidable, for Westley winked
+flagrantly and leered when he voiced it.</p>
+<p>But a retribution subtler than mere drowning awaited the
+superfluous Potts; a retribution so simple of mechanism, so swift,
+so potent, and wrought with a talent so masterly, that the right of
+its instigator to the title of Boss of Little Arcady seemed to be
+unassailable for all future time.</p>
+<p>At the very zenith of his heavenward flight Potts was brought
+low. At the very nethermost point of his downward swoop Solon
+Denney was raised to a height so dizzy that even the erstwhile
+sceptic spirit of Westley Keyts abased itself before him, frankly
+conceding that diplomacy's innocent and mush-like surface might
+conceal springs of a terrible potency.</p>
+<p>Though Solon's public mien for a week or more had been hint
+enough of his secret to those who knew him well, I was, possibly,
+the first to whom he confided it in words.</p>
+<p>He sent for me one crisp October morning, and I rushed over to
+the <i>Argus</i> office, knowing that he must have matters of
+importance to communicate.</p>
+<p>I found him pacing the little sanctum, scanning a still damp
+sheet of proof. His brow was furrowed, but the lines were those of
+conscious power. In the broken chair by the littered desk sat Billy
+Durgin, his eyes ablaze with the lust of the chase. As I pushed
+into the dingy little room Solon halted in his walk and, with a
+flourish that did not entirely lack the dramatic, he handed me the
+narrow strip of paper. The item was brief.</p>
+<p>"Mrs. J. Rodney Potts, the estimable wife of Colonel J. Rodney
+Potts of this town, will arrive here from the East next Thursday to
+make her home among us."</p>
+<p>I looked up, to find them eager for my comment.</p>
+<p>"Is it true?" I asked.</p>
+<p>"It is," said Solon. "I shall meet the lady on the arrival of
+the eleven-eight train next Thursday."</p>
+<p>"Well&mdash;what of it?"</p>
+<p>"We are now about to see 'what of it.' My trusty and fearless
+young lieutenant here"&mdash;he indicated Billy, who coughed in his
+hand and looked modestly out the window&mdash;"is now about to
+beard Potts in his den and find out 'what of it.' I may say that we
+hope there will be a good deal of it. I gather as much from the
+correspondence of the last three weeks with the lady referred to in
+that simple galley proof, which I set up and pulled with my own
+hands. In this opinion I am not alone. It is shared by my able and
+dauntless young coadjutor, before whom I can see a future so
+brilliant that you need smoked glasses to look at it very long at a
+time."</p>
+<p>The gallant young detective turned from the window.</p>
+<p>"The hour has come to strike our blow," he remarked, his brow
+contracting to a scowl that boded no good to a certain upright
+citizen of this great republic.</p>
+<p>"I have thought it best," resumed Solon, "to take Potts into our
+confidence at precisely this stage&mdash;giving him this exclusive
+news one day in advance of its publication. To-morrow, when every
+one knows it, Potts might be rash enough to stay and brave it out.
+Being advised to-day, privately, and thus afforded a chance to fade
+gracefully into the great bounding West, he may use his common
+sense. Now then, officer, do your duty!"</p>
+<p>Our hero arose from his chair, buttoned his coat, passed a hand
+caressingly over his hip pocket, took the proof from me, and
+stalked grimly out.</p>
+<p>"So the lady is really coming?" I asked, as Billy's footsteps
+died away down the wooden stairs.</p>
+<p>"She is, the lady and her little son," said Solon, resuming his
+walk up and down the room. "She is coming all the way from Boston,
+Massachusetts. And I don't believe she quite knows what she's
+coming to. She speaks in a strange manner of her hope that she may
+be able to do good among us, and in her last letter she wants to
+know if I have ever seen a little book called 'One Hundred Common
+Errors in Speaking and Writing.' She seems to have the missionary
+instinct, as nearly as I can judge."</p>
+<p>He paused in his walk and lowered his voice impressively.</p>
+<p>"Between you and me, Cal,&mdash;you know I've had about six
+letters from her,&mdash;it's just possible that Potts had his
+reasons. I don't <i>say</i> he did, mind you,&mdash;but strange
+things happen in this world.</p>
+<p>"But that's neither here nor there," he went on more lightly.
+"Potts has brought it on himself."</p>
+<p>In silence, then, we awaited the return of the messenger. The
+moment was tensely electric when at last we heard the clatter of
+his boots on the stairway. Breathless, he entered and stood before
+us, his coolness for once destroyed under the strain of his
+adventure. Solon helped him to a chair with soothing words.</p>
+<p>"Take it easy now, Billy! Get your
+breath&mdash;there&mdash;that's good! Now tell us all about
+it&mdash;just what you said and just what he said and just what
+talk there was back and forth."</p>
+<p>"Gosh-all-Hemlock!" spluttered Billy, not yet equal to his best
+narrative style.</p>
+<p>We waited. He drew a dozen long breaths before he was again the
+cold, self-possessed, steely-eyed avenger.</p>
+<p>"Well," he began brightly, "I gains access to our man in his
+wretched den on the second floor of the Eubanks Block. As good luck
+would have it, he was alone by hisself, walkin' up and down,
+swingin' his arms like he was practisin' one o' them speeches of
+his.</p>
+<p>"Well, I had it all fixed up fine how I was goin' to act, and
+what I was goin' to say to him, and how I'd back up a few paces
+against the wall and say, 'Not a word above a whisper, or I'll send
+this bullet through your craven heart!' and he'd fall down on his
+knees and beg me in vain for mercy and so on. But Gee! the minute I
+seen him I got all nervoused up and I jest says, 'Here, read that
+there piece&mdash;your wife's comin' next Thursday!'</p>
+<p>"Well, sir, at those careless words of mine he gives a guilty
+start, his face blanched with horror, and he hissed through his set
+teeth, 'Which one?'&mdash;as quick as that.</p>
+<p>"<i>Me</i>?&mdash;I couldn't git out a word for a minute, and he
+started for me. 'Which <i>one</i>?' he repeats, hoarse with rage,
+and that gives me an idee. 'Stand back!' I cried fearlessly, 'stand
+back, coward that you are&mdash;make no word of outcry, or it will
+go hard with you&mdash;they're <i>both</i> comin',' I
+says,&mdash;'this one's comin' next week and the other one's comin'
+the week after, soon as she can git some sewin' done up.'
+<i>Me?</i>&mdash;I was leadin' him on, you understand&mdash;for we
+hadn't knowed there was more than one. Well, at that he read the
+piece over and set down in his chair with both hands up to his head
+and he says, 'I'm bein' hounded by a venal press, that's what's the
+matter; I'm bein' hounded from pillar to post.'</p>
+<p>"At this I broke in with a sneer,&mdash;'Oh, we've only just
+began,' I says. 'We'll have the whole lot of 'em here inside of six
+weeks&mdash;children and all.' 'It's a lie,' he hissed at me.
+'There ain't any more.'</p>
+<p>"'Have a care, Colonel Potts,' I exclaimed, 'or first thing you
+know you will rue those there words bitterly! I will not brook your
+dastardly insults,' I says, 'and besides,' I added with a sudden
+idee, 'it looks like two wives will warm things up plenty for
+<i>you</i>.'</p>
+<p>"At them words his craven face turned an ashen gray, and he
+fastened upon me a glare of baffled rage that might well have made
+a stouter heart quail before it, but I returned his glare
+fearlessly and backed swif'ly to the door, feelin' for the knob.
+When I found it, I got quickly out, without a blow bein' struck or
+a shot fired. Then I run here."</p>
+<p>Early in the narrative Solon had begun to beam, identifying
+readily the slender but important vertebrae of fact upon which
+Billy had organized this drama of his fancy. At the close he shook
+hands warmly with our hero.</p>
+<p>"This has been a splendid day's work, William Durgin!" and Billy
+beamed in his turn.</p>
+<p>"I wasn't goin' to let him know we thought there was only one,"
+he said.</p>
+<p>"Precisely where your training showed, my boy. Any one could
+have handed Potts that proof, but it took you to handle the case
+after the scoundrel had said 'Which one?' Well, it's Potts's move
+now. If he doesn't move, we'll just add this to the item: 'Mrs. J.
+Rodney Potts, wife of Colonel J. Rodney Potts, will arrive again
+the following week. The ladies anticipate an interesting time in
+meeting their mutual husband.' How's that?"</p>
+<p>Billy's eyes glistened&mdash;he was yearning for just that
+situation.</p>
+<p>"But if Potts does move," added Solon, "not a word about the
+second lady. We won't take a mean advantage, even of Potts."</p>
+<p>At six o'clock that evening, the following facts became known:
+that Colonel Potts had obtained a quart of whiskey from Barney
+Skeyhan; that he had borrowed twenty dollars from the same trustful
+tradesman; that, his cane in one hand and his oilcloth valise in
+the other, he had walked down Main Street late in the afternoon and
+boarded the five twenty-eight freight going West, ostensibly on a
+business trip into the next county.</p>
+<p>Not until the next morning was it known that Potts had left us
+forever. This came from "Big Joe" Kestril. The two had met at the
+depot and drunk fraternally from the bottle of Potts, discussing
+the thing frankly, meanwhile.</p>
+<p>"They've hounded me out of town," said the Colonel.</p>
+<p>"How?" said Big Joe.</p>
+<p>"They sent for Mrs. Potts to come here&mdash;it's infamous,
+sir!"</p>
+<p>It appeared that Potts had said further: "I can't understand the
+men of this town at all. It looks as if I have been trifled with,
+much as I dislike to think so. One minute they crowd letters on to
+me, praising me up to the skies, and print pieces in the paper
+saying that nothing is too good for me and my departure is a public
+loss, and why won't I remain and be a credit to the town and a lot
+more like that, good and strong. Then when I do consent to remain,
+why, what do they do? Do they grasp my hand and say, 'Ah, good old
+Potts&mdash;stanch Potts, loyal Potts&mdash;good for you&mdash;you
+won't desert the town!' Do they talk that way? No, they do
+<i>not</i>. Instead of talking like a body would think they'd talk
+after all those letters and things, why, they turn and fling abuse
+at me&mdash;and now&mdash;now they've gone and done <i>this</i>
+hellish thing! I won't say a word against any man, but in my
+opinion they're a passel of knaves and lunatics. Look at me, Joe.
+Yesterday I was a made man; to-day I'm all ruined up! I merely
+state facts and let you draw your own conclusions."</p>
+<p>The conclusions which Big Joe drew, such as they were, he was
+unable to communicate intelligibly until the morrow, for the train
+was late and they drank of the liquor until the Colonel had time to
+lament his improvidence in bringing away so little of it. And by
+the time Big Joe's report was abroad, both the <i>Banner</i> and
+the <i>Argus</i> were out. The item in the latter concerning Mrs.
+Potts had been only a little altered.</p>
+<p>"Mrs. J. Rodney Potts, wife of Colonel J. Rodney Potts, until
+yesterday a resident of this town, will arrive here next Thursday
+from Boston, Massachusetts, to make her home among us. She is an
+estimable and cultured lady, and we bespeak for her a warm welcome
+to this garden-spot of the mid-West."</p>
+<p>Across the top of the <i>Banner's</i> first page was its
+campaign slogan as usual:&mdash;</p>
+<center>"POTTS FOREVER! POTTS THE COMING MAN!"</center>
+<p>Across the top of the <i>Argus</i> in similar type ran the
+pregnant line:&mdash;</p>
+<center>"POTTS FOREVER, BUT MAYNE FOR COUNTY JUDGE. THE TROUBLE
+WITH THE COMING MAN IS THAT HE'S GONE!"</center>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH10">CHAPTER X</a></h2>
+<center>A LADY OF POWERS</center>
+<p>Superficially and distantly considered, the woman from whom even
+J. Rodney Potts must flee in terror would not be of a sort to
+excite the imagination pleasurably. A less impulsive man than Solon
+Denney might have found cause for misgiving in this circumstance of
+Potts's prompt exodus. In the immediate flush of his triumph,
+however, the editor of the <i>Argus</i> had no leisure for negative
+reflections, and when misgiving did at last find root in his mind,
+the time had come for him to receive the lady. But Solon Denney was
+not the man to betray it if a doubting heart beat within his
+breast. To the town that now lavished admiration upon him, dubbing
+him "Boss" without ulterior implications, he was confidence itself,
+and rife with prophecies of benefit to be derived by our public
+from the advent of Mrs. Aurelia Potts. With a gallant show of
+anticipation, a sprig of geranium in his lapel, he set out for the
+train on that fateful morning, while Little Arcady awaited his
+return with a cordial curiosity.</p>
+<p>It was a gray day of damp air and a dull, thick sky bearing down
+upon the earth&mdash;a day conducive to forebodings. But Solon
+Denney's spirit, to the best of Little Arcady's belief, soared
+aloft to realms of pure sunlight.</p>
+<p>My knowledge of subsequent events that day was gained partly by
+word of mouth and partly by observations which I was permitted to
+make.</p>
+<p>To the hotel Solon conducted his charges, handing them from the
+'bus with a flourish that seemed to confer upon them the freedom of
+the city. From shop doors and adjacent street corners the most
+curious among us beheld a tall, full-figured woman of majestic
+carriage, with a high, noble forehead and a face that seemed to
+register traces of some thirty-five earnest but not unprofitable
+years. Even in the quick glance she bestowed up and down Washington
+Street before the hotel swallowed her up, her quality was to be
+noted by the discerning,&mdash;the quality of a commander, of one
+born to prevail. The flash of her gray-green eye was interested but
+unconcerned. Complemented by the marked auburn of her plenteous
+hair, the eyes were masterful, advertising most legibly the
+temperament of a capable ruler. The subdued, white-faced boy of
+twelve, with hair like his mother's, who trotted closely at her
+heels was, for the moment, a negligible factor.</p>
+<p>An hour later I entered the sanctum of the <i>Argus</i>, to find
+its owner alone before his littered table. Upon his usually
+careless face was the most profoundly thoughtful look I had ever
+known him wear. Open before him was that week's <i>Argus</i>, but
+his eyes narrowed to its neat columns only at intervals. For the
+most part his gaze plunged far into virgin realms of meditation. It
+was only after several reminding coughs that I succeeded in
+recalling him from afield; and even then the deeply thoughtful look
+remained to estrange his face from me.</p>
+<p>"Say, Cal, do you believe in <i>powers</i>?"</p>
+<p>"What kind of powers?"</p>
+<p>"Well, I don't know&mdash;every kind&mdash;just
+<i>powers</i>&mdash;mystic, occult powers."</p>
+<p>"I don't care to commit myself without more details," I answered
+with a caution that seemed to be needed.</p>
+<p>"Well, sir, that woman has 'em&mdash;she has
+<i>powers</i>&mdash;she certainly has. There is something in her
+eye that paralyzes the will; you look at her and you say yes to
+anything she suggests."</p>
+<p>"For example&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Well, I've just agreed with her that the <i>Argus</i> isn't
+what it ought to be."</p>
+<p>I gasped. This indeed savored of the blackest magic.</p>
+<p>"What did she <i>do</i> to you?"</p>
+<p>"Just looked at me, that's all,&mdash;and took it for
+granted."</p>
+<p>"Heavens! You're shivering!"</p>
+<p>"You <i>wait</i>&mdash;wait till she talks to you! She's
+promised to give me a little book," he went on dejectedly, "'One
+Hundred Common Errors in Writing and Speaking,' and she says the
+split infinitive is a crime in this nineteenth century. But, say,
+this paper would never get to press if I took time to unsplit all
+my infinitives."</p>
+<p>"Well, put Billy Durgin to work on her case right away," I said
+to cheer him. "If the woman talks like that, I'll bet Billy can
+find some good reason why she ought to push on after the
+Colonel."</p>
+<p>Again his deeply thoughtful gaze bore upon me.</p>
+<p>"I'm puzzled," he said,&mdash;"honestly puzzled. I don't know
+whether she'll be good for this town or not. She may in a
+way&mdash;and in a way she may not. She will be disturbing,&mdash;I
+can see that already,&mdash;but she is stimulating. She may stir us
+up to nobler endeavors."</p>
+<p>"Did she say so?"</p>
+<p>"Well&mdash;uh&mdash;something of the sort. I believe that
+<i>was</i> the expression she used. I'll tell you what you do. You
+come along with me and see the lady right now. They've had dinner
+by this time."</p>
+<p>Together we went and were presently climbing the stairs that led
+to the second floor of the City Hotel.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Potts received us graciously. Upon me she bestowed a glance
+of friendly curiosity, as does a kind physician who waits to be
+told of symptoms before prescribing. Upon Solon she bent a more
+knowing look, as upon one whose frailties have already been
+revealed. She gave us chairs and she talked. Little Roscoe Potts
+writhed near by upon an ottoman and betrayed that he, too, could
+talk when circumstances were kindly. The detail of their
+personalities, salient in that first moment, was that Heaven had
+denied them both the gift of reticence.</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;I've been telling Mr. Denney&mdash;I feel that there
+is a work here for me," she began briskly. "I felt it strongly when
+I perused the columns of the newspaper which Mr. Denney was
+thoughtful enough to send me."</p>
+<p>Solon's eyes uneasily sought the cabbage-like flowers in the
+faded carpet of the room.</p>
+<p>"And I feel it more strongly now that I have ventured among
+you," continued the lady, glowing upon us both.</p>
+<p>"I have long suspected that it was a regrettable waste of energy
+to send missionaries into heathen parts of the globe when there
+remain so many unenlightened corners in our own land. It almost
+seems now as if I had been guided here. It is true that my husband
+has gone, but that shall not distress me. Rodney is a
+drifter&mdash;I may say a natural-born drifter, and I cannot
+undertake to follow him. I shall remain here. I have been
+guided&mdash;" determination gleamed in her gray-green
+eyes,&mdash;"I shall remain here and teach these poor people to
+make something of themselves."</p>
+<p>Solon drew a long breath. My own echoed it. Hereupon little
+Roscoe broke into a high-pitched recitative.</p>
+<p>"We are now in the great boundless West, a land of rough but
+kind-hearted and worthy folk, and abounding with instructive sights
+and scenes which are well calculated&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"My son," interrupted his mother, "kindly tell the gentlemen
+what should be your aim in life."</p>
+<p>"To strive to improve my natural gifts by reading and
+conversation," answered Roscoe, in one swift breath.</p>
+<p>"Very good&mdash;<i>ver-ry</i> good&mdash;but for the present
+you may <i>listen</i>. Now, Mr. Denney&mdash;" she turned to Solon
+with the latest <i>Argus</i> in her hand,&mdash;"perusing your
+sheet, my eye lights upon this sentence:&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"'Lige Brackett Sundayed in our midst. He reports a busy time of
+Fall ploughing over Bethel way.'</p>
+<p>"Why 'Sundayed,' Mr. Denney?" She smiled brightly, almost
+archly, at Solon. "I dare say you would not employ 'Mondayed' or
+'Tuesdayed' or 'Wednesdayed.' You <i>see</i>? The term is what we
+may call a vulgarism&mdash;you perceive that, do you
+not?&mdash;likewise 'in our midst,' which is not accurate, of
+course, and which would be indelicate if it were. Now I let my eye
+descend the column to your account of a certain social function.
+You say, 'The table fairly groaned with the weight of good things,
+and a good time was had by all present.' Surely, Mr. Denney, you
+are a man not without culture and refinement. Had you but taken
+thought, you could as well have said that 'An elegant collation was
+served, the menu including many choice delicacies, and the affair
+was widely pronounced to be most enjoyable.'"</p>
+<p>Solon's frightened eyes besought me, but I could not help him,
+and again he was forced to meet the kindly, almost whimsically
+accusing gaze of the censor, who was by no means done with him.</p>
+<p>"Again I read here, 'The graveyard fence needs repairing badly.'
+Do you not see, Mr. Denney, how far more refined it were to say
+'God's acre,' or 'the marbled city of the dead'? I now turn from
+mere solecisms to the broader question of taste. Under the heading
+'Hanged in Carroll County,' I read an item beginning, 'At
+eight-thirty, A.M., last Friday the soul of Martin G. Buckley,
+dressed in a neat-fitting suit of black, with a low collar and
+black cravat, was ushered into the presence of his God.' Pardon me,
+but do we not find here, if we read closely, an attempt to blend
+the material with the spiritual with a result that we can only
+designate as infelicitous?"</p>
+<p>Solon was writhing after the manner of uneasy little Roscoe. The
+bland but inexorable regard of his inquisitor had subdued him
+beyond retort.</p>
+<p>"I might, again, call your attention to this item." And she did,
+reading with well-trained inflection:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"'Kye Mayabb from south of town and Sym Pleydell, who rents the
+Clemison farm, met up in front of Barney Skeyhan's place last
+Saturday afternoon and started to settle an old grudge, while their
+respective better halves looked on from across the street. Kye had
+Sym down and was doing some good work with his right, when his wife
+called to him, "Now, Kye Mayabb, you come right away from there
+before you get into trouble." Whereupon the valiant better half of
+him who was being beaten to death called out cheerily, "Don't let
+him scare you, Sym!" The boys made it up afterward, but our little
+street was quite lively for a time.'</p>
+<p>"Now as to that," went on Mrs. Potts, affecting to deliberate,
+"could we not better have described that as 'a disgraceful street
+brawl'? And yet I find no word of deprecation. It is told, indeed,
+with a regrettable flippancy. Flippancy, I may note again, mars the
+following item: 'They tell a good story of old Sarsius Lambert over
+at Bethel. His wife was drowned a couple of weeks ago, and Link
+Talbot went to break the news to the old man. "Uncle Sarsh," says
+Link, "your wife is drowned. She fell in at the ford, and an hour
+later they found her two miles down-stream." "Two miles an hour!"
+said Uncle Sarsius, in astonishment. "Well, well, she floated down
+quite lively, didn't she?"'</p>
+<p>"You will pardon me, I trust," said Mrs. Potts, "if I say it
+would have been better to speak of the grief-stricken husband and
+to conclude with a fitting sentiment such as 'the proudest
+monuments to the sleeping dead are reared in the hearts of the
+living.'"</p>
+<p>"I'll put it in next week," ventured Solon, meekly. "I didn't
+think of it at the time."</p>
+<p>"Ah, but one should <i>always think</i>, should one not?" asked
+Mrs. Potts, almost sweetly. "By thinking, for example, you could
+elevate your sheet by eliminating certain misapplied
+colloquialisms. Here I read: 'The rain last week left the streets
+in a frightful state. The mud simply won't jell.'"</p>
+<p>Shame mantled the brow of Solon Denney.</p>
+<p>"In short," concluded Mrs. Potts, "I regret to say that your
+paper is not yet one that I could wish to put into the hands of my
+little Roscoe."</p>
+<p>Little Roscoe coughed sympathetically and remarked, before he
+lost his chance for a word: "The boy of to-day is the man of
+to-morrow. Parents cannot be too careful about what their little
+ones will read during the long winter evenings that will soon be
+upon us." He coughed again when he had finished.</p>
+<p>"The press is a mighty lever of civilization," continued the
+mother, with an approving glance at her boy, "and you, Mr. Denney,
+should feel proud indeed of your sacred mission to instruct and
+elevate these poor people. Of course I shall have other duties to
+occupy my time&mdash;"</p>
+<p>Solon had glanced up brightly, but gloom again overspread his
+face as she continued:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Yet I shall make it not the least of my works&mdash;if a poor
+weak woman may so presume&mdash;to help you in correcting certain
+faults of style and taste in your sheet, for it goes each week into
+many homes where the light must be sorely needed, and surely you
+and I would not be adequately sensible of our responsibilities if
+we continued to let it go as it is. <i>Would</i> we?" And again she
+glowed upon Solon with the condescending sweetness of a
+Sabbath-school teacher to the littlest boy in her class.</p>
+<p>But now we both breathed more freely, for she allowed the
+wretched <i>Argus</i> to drop from her disapproving fingers, and
+began to ask us questions, as to a place of worship, a house
+suitable for residence purposes, a school for little Roscoe, and
+the nature of those clubs or societies for mental improvement that
+might exist among us. And she asked about Families. We were obliged
+to confess that there were no Families in Little Arcady, in the
+true sense of the term, though we did not divine its true sense
+until she favored us with the detail that her second cousin had
+married a relative of the Adams family. We said honestly that we
+were devoid of Families in that sense. None of us had ever been
+able to marry an Adams. No Adams with a consenting mind&mdash;not
+even a partial Adams&mdash;had ever come among us.</p>
+<p>Still, Mrs. Potts wore her distinction gracefully, and was even
+a little apologetic.</p>
+<p>"In Boston, you know, we rather like to know 'who's who,' as the
+saying is."</p>
+<p>"Out here," said Solon, "we like to know what's what." He had
+revived wonderfully after his beloved <i>Argus</i> was dropped. But
+at his retort the lady merely elevated her rather fine brows and
+remarked, "Really, Mr. Denney, you speak much as you
+write&mdash;you must not let me forget to give you that little book
+I spoke of."</p>
+<p>As we went down the stairs Solon placed "One Hundred Common
+Errors in Speaking and Writing" close under his arm, adroitly
+shielding the title from public scrutiny. We stood a moment in the
+autumn silence outside the hotel door, watching a maple across the
+street, the line of its boughs showing strong and black amid its
+airy yellow plumage. The still air was full of leaves that sailed
+to earth in leisurely sadness. We were both thoughtful.</p>
+<p>"Mrs. Potts is a very alert and capable woman," I said at last,
+having decided that this would be the most suitable thing to
+say.</p>
+<p>"I tell you she has <i>powers</i>," said Solon, in a tone almost
+of awe.</p>
+<p>"She will teach you to make something of yourself," I
+hazarded.</p>
+<p>"One minute she makes me want to fight, and the next I
+surrender," he answered pathetically.</p>
+<p>We separated on this, Solon going toward the <i>Argus</i> office
+with slow steps and bowed head, while I went thoughtfully abroad to
+ease my nerves by watching the splendid death of summer. Above the
+hills, now royally colored, as by great rugs of brown and crimson
+velvet flung over their flanks, I seemed to hear the echoes of
+ironic laughter&mdash;the laughter of perverse gods who had chosen
+to avenge the slight put upon an inferior Potts.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH11">CHAPTER XI</a></h2>
+<center>HOW LITTLE ARCADY WAS UPLIFTED</center>
+<p>The winter that followed proved to be a season of unrest for our
+town. Mrs. Aurelia Potts was a leaven of yeast that fermented its
+social waters, erstwhile calm, not to say stagnant.</p>
+<p>Early in November an evening affair was held in her honor at the
+Eubanks home. The Eubankses being our leading Presbyterians, and
+Mrs. Potts having allied herself with that church, it was felt that
+they were best fitted to give the lady her initial impression of
+Little Arcady's society. Not only were the three Eubanks girls
+talented, but the mother was a social leader, Eustace was
+travelled, having been one of an excursion party to the Holy Land,
+and the family had relatives living in Philadelphia. None of the
+girls had married, nor had Eustace. The girls, it was said, had not
+wished to marry. Eustace had earnestly wished to, it was known; but
+two of our young women who had successively found favor in his
+sight had failed to please his mother and sisters, and Eustace was
+said to be watching and waiting for one upon whom all could agree,
+though every one but Eustace himself knew this was an utterly
+hopeless vigil. Meantime the mother and sisters looked up to him,
+guarding him jealously from corrupting associations, saw that he
+wore his overshoes when clouds lowered, and knitted him chest
+protectors, gloves, and pulse warmers which he was not allowed to
+forget. He taught the Bible Class in the Presbyterian Sabbath
+school, sang bass in the choir, and, on occasion, gave an excellent
+entertainment with his magic lantern, with views of the Holy Land,
+which he explained with a running fire of comment both instructive
+and entertaining.</p>
+<p>The Eubanks home that evening was said by a subsequent
+<i>Argus</i> to have been "ablaze with lights" and "its handsome
+and spacious parlors thronged with the elite of the town who had
+gathered to do honor to the noted guest of the evening."</p>
+<p>There first occurred a piano duet, rendered expertly by the two
+younger Misses Eubanks, "Listen to the Mocking Bird," with some
+bewildering variations of an imitative value, done by the Miss
+Eubanks seated at the right.</p>
+<p>Then the front parlor was darkened and, after the consequent
+tittering among the younger set had died away, Eustace threw his
+pictures upon a hanging sheet and delivered his agreeable lecture
+about them, beginning with the exciting trip from Jaffa to
+Jerusalem. Most of those present had enjoyed the privilege of this
+lecture enough times to know what picture was coming next and what
+Eustace would say about it. But it was thought graceful now,
+considering the presence of a stranger, to simulate the expectancy
+of the uninformed, and to emit little gasps of astonished delight
+when Eustace would say, "Passing from the city gates, we next come
+upon a view that is well worthy a moment of our attention."</p>
+<p>With the lights up again, a small flask of water from the river
+Jordan was handed about, to be examined, by those who knew it too
+well, in the same loyal spirit of curiosity. A guest would hold it
+reverently a moment, then glance up in search of some one to whom
+it might be heartily extended.</p>
+<p>This over, the elder Miss Eubanks&mdash;Marcella of the severe
+mien&mdash;sang interestingly, "I gathered Shells upon the Shore,"
+and for an encore, in response to eager demands, "Comin' thro' the
+Rye." Not coyly did she give this, with inciting, blushing
+implications, but rather with an unbending, disapproving sternness,
+as if with intent to divert the minds of her listeners from the
+song's frank ribaldry to its purely musical values.</p>
+<p>Eustace followed with a solo:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"Nigh to a grave that was newly made,<br />
+Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade."</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>In the very low parts, where the sexton old is required to say,
+"I gather them in," he was most effective, and many of his more
+susceptible hearers shuddered. For an encore he sang, "I am the old
+Turnkey," which goes lower and lower with deliberate steps until it
+descends to incredible depths of bassness.</p>
+<p>It was a rare comfort to the Eubanks ladies that Eustace was a
+bass instead of a tenor. They had observed that most tenor songs
+are of a suggestive and meretricious character. Arthur Updyke, for
+example, who clerked in the city drug store, was a tenor, and
+nearly all of his songs were distressingly sentimental; indeed,
+fairly indelicate at times in their lack of reserve about kisses
+and embraces and sighs and ecstasies. Glad indeed were the
+guardians of Eustace that his voice had lowered to a salutary
+depth, and that bass songs in general were pure and
+innocent,&mdash;songs of death, of dungeons, of honest war, or of
+diving beneath the deep blue sea&mdash;down, down, down, as far as
+the singer's chest tones permitted. With "Euty" a tenor, warbling
+those pernicious boudoir <i>chansons</i> of moonlight and longing
+of sighing love and anguished passion, they suspected that he would
+have been harder to manage. Even as it was, he had once brought
+home a most dreadful thing called "A Bedouin Love Song," for a bass
+voice, truly enough, but so fearfully outspoken about matters far
+better left unmentioned among nice people that the three girls had
+fled horrified from the room after that first verse:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"From the desert I come to thee,<br />
+On a stallion shod with fire,<br />
+And the wind is left behind<br />
+In the speed of my desire."</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>The mother sped to her daughters' appeal for help and required
+her son to sing "The Lost Chord" as a febrifuge. The other song was
+confiscated after the mother had read the words so unblushingly
+penned by an author whom she ever afterward deemed an abandoned
+profligate. She considered that Bedouins must be unspeakable
+creatures&mdash;but how much lower the mind that could portray
+their depravity, and send it out into the world for innocent young
+men to carol in the homes of our best people!</p>
+<p>Thereafter Eustace sang only songs that had been censored by his
+family, and his repertoire was now stainless, containing no song in
+which a romantic attachment was even hinted at; but only those
+reciting wholesome adventures, military and marine, pastoral scenes
+and occupations, or the religious experience of the singer.</p>
+<p>In the words of the <i>Argus</i>, "his powerful singing was
+highly enjoyed by all present."</p>
+<p>There followed the feature of the evening,&mdash;a paper read by
+Mrs. Potts; subject, "The Message of Emerson." With an agreeable
+public manner the lady erected herself at one corner of a square
+piano, placed her manuscripts under the shaded lamp, and began. The
+subject, aforetime made known among us, had been talked about and
+perhaps a little wondered at. It is certain, at least, that Westley
+Keyts had yielded to the urging of his good wife to be present in
+the belief that a man named Emerson had sent Mrs. Potts a telegram
+to be read to us. This was what "the message of Emerson" meant to
+Westley, and the novelty of it had seemed to justify what he called
+"togging up," after a hard day's work at the slaughter-house.</p>
+<p>If, then, he listened to Mrs. Potts at first with
+wonder-widening eyes, amazed at Mr. Emerson's recklessness in the
+matter of telegrams, and if at last he fell into gentle slumber,
+perhaps it was only that he had been less hardened than others
+present to the rigors of social nicety. No one else fell asleep,
+but it was noticed that the guests, when the paper was done,
+praised it to one another in swift generalities and with averted
+face, as if they sought to evade specific or pointed inquiry as to
+its import. But the impression made by the reader was all that she
+could have wished, and the gathering was presently engrossed with
+refreshments. The <i>Argus</i> stated that "a dainty collation was
+served to all present, the menu comprising the choicest delicacies
+of the season," which I took to mean that Solon was trying to
+profit by instruction; and that never again would he permit a table
+in the <i>Argus</i> to groan with its weight of good things.</p>
+<p>Westley Keyts, being skilfully awakened without scandal by his
+wife, drank a cup of strong coffee to clear his brain, and
+cordially consumed as many segments of cake as he was able to glean
+from passing trays, speculating comfortably, meanwhile, about the
+message of Emerson,&mdash;chiefly as to why Emerson had not sent it
+by mail, thus saving&mdash;he estimated&mdash;at least a hundred
+and twenty dollars in telegraph tolls.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Potts, thus auspiciously launched upon the social sea of
+Little Arcady, was henceforth to occupy herself prominently with
+the regulation of its ebb and flow. Already she had organized a
+"Ladies' Literary and Home Study Club," and had promised to read a
+paper on "The Lesson of Greek Art" at its first meeting a week
+hence. As the <i>Argus</i> observed, "it was certainly a gala
+occasion, and one and all felt that it was indeed good to be
+there."</p>
+<p>In addition to elevating the tone of our intellectual life,
+however, Mrs. Potts found it necessary to support herself and her
+son. That she could devise a way to merge these important duties
+will perhaps be surmised. Comfortably installed in a cottage at the
+south end of town with her household belongings, including a chair
+once sat in by the Adams-husband of her heaven-favored second
+cousin, she lost no time in prosecuting her double mission. The
+title of the work with which she began her task of uplifting our
+masses was "Gaskell's Compendium of Forms," a meritorious
+production of amazing and quite infinite scope, elegantly
+illustrated. The book weighed five pounds and cost three dollars,
+which was sixty cents a pound, as Westley Keyts took the trouble to
+ascertain. But it was indeed a work admirably calculated for a
+community of diversified interests. While Solon Denney might occupy
+himself with the "Aid to English Composition," including "common
+errors corrected, good taste, figures of speech, and sentence
+building," the Eubanks ladies could further inform themselves upon
+grave affairs of "The Home and Family,&mdash;Life, Health,
+Happiness, Human Love," etc., or upon more frivolous concerns, such
+as "Introductions and Salutations, Carriage and Horseback Riding,
+Croquet, Archery, and Matinee parties, and the Art of
+Conversation." While Asa Bundy interested himself in "History of
+Banking, Forms of Notes, Checks and Drafts, Interest and Usury
+Tables, etc.," Truman Baird, who meant some day to go to Congress,
+might perfect himself in Parliamentary law and oratory, an
+exposition of the latter art being illumined by wood-cuts of a
+bearded and handsome gentleman in evening dress who assumed the
+various positions of emotion or passion, as, in "Figure
+8.&mdash;This gesture is used in concession, submission, humility,"
+or, in Figure 9, which diagrams reproach, scorn, and contempt.
+While Truman sought to copy these attitudes, to place the feet
+aright for Earnest Appeal or Bold Assertion, or to clasp the hands
+as directed for Supplication and Earnest Entreaty, the ladies of
+the Literary and Home Study Club conned the chapter on American
+literature, "containing choice proverbs and literary selections and
+quotations from the poets of the old and new worlds." Our merchants
+found information as to "Jobbing, Importing and Other Business,"
+and our young ladies could observe the correct forms for "Letters
+of Love and Courtship," "Apology for a Broken Engagement," "French
+Terms used in Dancing," "Rights of Married Women," "The Necessity
+and Sweetness of Home," and "Marriage&mdash;Happiness or Woe may
+come of It."</p>
+<p>Again, Westley Keyts could read how to cut up meats. He knew
+already, but this chapter, illustrated with neat carcasses marked
+off into numbered squares, convinced him that the book was not so
+light as some of its other chapters indicated, and determined him
+to its purchase.</p>
+<p>And there were letters for every conceivable emergency. "To a
+Young Man who has quarrelled with his Master," "Dismissing a
+Teacher," "Inquiry for Lost Baggage," "With a Basket of Fruit to an
+Invalid," and "To a Gentleman elected to Congress." Rare indeed, in
+our earth life, would be the crisis unmet by this treasury of
+knowledge. Not only was there an elevation of tone in our
+correspondence that winter, resulting from the persuasive
+activities of Mrs. Potts, but our writing became decorative with
+flourishes in "the muscular" and "whole-arm" movements. We learned
+to draw flying birds and bounding deer and floating swans with
+scrolls in their beaks, all without lifting pen from paper. Some of
+us learned to do it almost as well as the accomplished Mr. Gaskell
+himself, and almost all of us showed marked improvement in
+penmanship. Doubtless Truman Baird did not, he being engrossed with
+oratory, striving to reproduce, "Hate&mdash;the right foot
+advanced, the face turned to the sky, the gaze directed upward with
+a fierce expression, the eyes full of a baleful light," or other
+phases of passion duly set down. Not for Truman was the ornate
+full-arm flourish; he had observed that all Congressmen write very
+badly.</p>
+<p>But my namesake may be said to have laid the foundations that
+winter for an excellent running chirography, under the combined
+stimuli of Mr. Gaskell's curves and a hopeless passion for his
+school-teacher.</p>
+<p>As my own teacher had been my own first love, I knew all that he
+suffered in voiceless longing for his fair one, throned afar in his
+languishing gaze. I knew that he plucked flowers meant to be given
+to her, only to lay them carelessly on the floor beside his seat
+when school "took in," lacking the courage to bestow them brazenly
+upon his idol as others did. I knew, too, his thrill when she came
+straight down the aisle, took up the flowers with a glance of sweet
+reproof for him, and nested them in the largest vase on her desk.
+But my poor affair had been in an earlier day, and my namesake wove
+novelty into the woof of his. For in that wonder-book of the
+fertile-minded Gaskell was a form of letter which Calvin Blake
+Denney began to copy early in December, and which by the following
+spring he could write in a style that already put my own poor
+penning to the blush. Did he write it a hundred times or five
+hundred, moved anew each time by its sweet potencies, its rarest of
+suggestions? I know not, but it must have been very many times, for
+I would find the copies in his school books, growing in beauty of
+flourish day by day. As well as if he had confessed it I knew that
+this letter was intended for the father of his love&mdash;for old
+Sam Murdock, to be literal, who uncouthly performed for us the
+offices of drayman; but who, in my namesake's eyes, shone pure and
+splendid for his relationship. Doubtless the letter was never sent,
+but I am sure it was written each time with an iron resolve to send
+it. Its title in the excellent book was "From a Lover to a Father
+on his Attachment to the Daughter," and it ran:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>DEAR SIR: As I scorn to act in any manner that may bring
+reproach upon myself and family, and hold clandestine proceedings
+unbecoming in any man of character, I take the liberty of
+distinctly avowing my love for your daughter and humbly request
+your permission to pay her my addresses, as I flatter myself my
+family and expectancies will be found not unworthy of your notice.
+I have some reason to imagine that I am not altogether disagreeable
+to your daughter, but I assure you that I have not as yet
+endeavored to win her affections, for fear it might be repugnant to
+a father's will. I am, etc.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>Under this was provided "A Favorable Answer," in which Sam
+Murdock might have said that he had long perceived this thing and
+applauded it, and would the young man "dine with us to-morrow at
+six if you are not engaged, and you will then have an opportunity
+to plead your own cause." But chillingly after this graceful assent
+followed an "Unfavorable Answer," which Sam Murdock would also see
+when he opened the book at page 251; and still more portentously on
+the same page was a letter which Miss Selina Murdock herself might
+choose to write him, a sickening and dreadful thing entitled,
+"Unfavorable Reply on the Ground of Poverty."</p>
+<p>"To say that I do not feel pleased and flattered at your
+proposal would be to tell a useless untruth," the thing began
+speciously. "But how are we situated, what hope of happiness with
+our unsettled prospects and worse than small means? Industry has
+doubtless never been and never will be wanting on your part,
+but&mdash;" and so to its dreadful end. It was almost base in its
+coldness and mercenary calculation. That phrase about the "useless
+untruth" implied even a dubious and considering morality; and the
+conclusion, "we must not entail misery upon others as well as
+ourselves by a too hasty step," argued a nature cautious in the
+extreme.</p>
+<p>Yet Mr. Gaskell was too evidently a man of the world, knowing in
+his ripe experience that there existed a sufficient number of such
+cold natures to warrant the obtrusion of this heart-rending
+formula; and I doubt not that these negative specimens of the
+possible alone restrained my namesake from going beyond mere copies
+of that first letter.</p>
+<p>It will be seen that the influence of Mrs. Potts pervaded our
+utmost social and commercial limits. And when the "Compendium" had
+become a centre-table ornament in the homes of the rich, and a bulky
+object of awe in humbler abodes, she went over the ground again
+with other volumes calculated to serve her double purpose, from
+"Dr. Chase's Receipt Book" to "Picturesque Italy, profusely
+Illustrated." She also purveyed a line of "art-pieces," including
+"Wide Awake and Fast Asleep," "The Monarch of the Glen," "Woman
+Gathering Fagots," and "Retreat from Moscow." Also, little Roscoe,
+out of school hours, took subscriptions for the <i>Youth's
+Companion</i>.</p>
+<p>Yet the town long bore it with a gentle fortitude. I believe it
+was not until the following spring that murmurs were really
+noticeable. Naturally they were directed against Solon Denney. By
+that time Westley Keyts was greeting Solon morosely, though without
+open cavil; but Asa Bundy no longer hesitated to speak out. He
+quoted Scripture to Solon about the house that was swept and
+garnished, and the seven other wicked spirits that entered it,
+making its last state worse than its first.</p>
+<p>And of course Solon was much troubled by this, though he never
+failed to rally to the support of the lady thus maligned, dwelling
+upon the advantage her mere presence must always be to the
+town.</p>
+<p>"If she'd only let it go at that&mdash;'her mere
+presence'&mdash;" rejoined Bundy. But Solon protested, defending
+the lady's activities. He became sensitive to any mention of her
+name, and fell to brooding. He believed her to be a model woman,
+and little Roscoe to be a model boy.</p>
+<p>"Why don't you try to be more like Roscoe Potts?" I heard him
+ask his son in a moment of reproof.</p>
+<p>My namesake took it meekly; but to me, privately, he
+said:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Hunh! I can lick Ginger Potts with one hand tied behind
+me!"</p>
+<p>"How do you know?" I asked sternly.</p>
+<p>He wriggled somewhat at this, but at length confided in me.</p>
+<p>"Well, there's a sell, you know, Uncle Maje. You say, 'They're
+goin' to tear the schoolhouse down,' or something like that, and
+the other boy says, 'What fur?' and then you say, quick as you can,
+'Cat-fur to make kitten britches of,' and then we all laugh and
+yell, and I caught Ginger Potts on it, and he got mad when we
+yelled and come at me, and they pushed him against me and they
+pushed me against him, and they said he dassent, and they said I
+dassent, and then it happened, only when I got him down, he begun
+to say, 'Oh, it's wrong to fight! I promised my mother I would
+never fight!' but I wouldn't 'a' stopped for <i>that</i>, because
+teacher says he's by far the brightest boy in school&mdash;only
+just then Eustace Eubanks come along, and he laid down the meat he
+was taking home to dinner and jumped into the crowd and says:
+'Boys, boys, shame on you to act so like the brutes! <i>That</i>
+isn't any way to act!' and he pulled me off'n Ginger, and&mdash;and
+that's all, but I had him licked fair."</p>
+<p>"I shall not tell your father of this," I said sternly.</p>
+<p>"He has enough to worry him," said my namesake.</p>
+<p>"Exactly," I said. "But I advise you to cultivate a friendly
+feeling for Roscoe Potts. Boys should not fight."</p>
+<p>"Well&mdash;now&mdash;I would&mdash;but he's a regular teacher's
+pet."</p>
+<p>And remembering the letter that was not sent to Sam
+Murdock,&mdash;that the teacher was my namesake's love,&mdash;I
+perceived that this breach was not to be healed.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH12">CHAPTER XII</a></h2>
+<center>TROUBLED WATERS ARE STILLED</center>
+<p>It was spring again, a Sunday in early May, warm, humid, scented
+with blossoms that were bodied souls of the laughing air. They
+starred the bank that fell away from my porch to the clear-watered
+river, and they sang of the young spirit that lives in this old
+earth so deceptively, defacing it with false scars of age, and
+craftily permitting us to count years by the thousand, yet
+remaining always as fresh in itself as on the primal morning when
+the world was found good by that ill-fated but joyous first pair of
+lovers. I marvel that so many are fooled by the trick; how so few
+of us detect that the soul of it all is ageless&mdash;has never
+even wearied. The blossoms told this secret now in quiet triumph
+over the denials of ancient oaks that towered above them and
+murmured solemn falsities in their tops about the incredible
+oldness of things.</p>
+<p>There was the star-shaped bloodroot, with its ten or a dozen
+petals of waxen white set with jewel-like precision about a centre
+of dead gold. There was the less formal phlox of a pinkish purple;
+deer's-tongue, white and yellow; frail anemones, both pink and
+white; small but stately violets, and the wake-robin with its
+wine-red centre among long green leaves. There was a dogwood in the
+act of unfolding its little green tents that would presently be
+snow-white, and a plum tree ruffled with tiny flowers of a honied
+fragrance.</p>
+<p>With a fine Japanese restraint, Clem had placed a single bough
+of these in a dull-colored vase on my out-of-doors breakfast
+table.</p>
+<p>All these were to say that the soul of the world is ageless, and
+that time is but a cheap device to measure our infirmities. Above,
+the trees were hinting that life might still be lived acceptably,
+as in Eden days; though they seemed to suspect that the stage of it
+to which they were amazedly awakening must be at least the autumn,
+and timidly clothed themselves accordingly. The elm, the first big
+tree to stir in its sleep, showed tiny, curled leaflets of a
+doubting, yellowish green; and the later moving oaks were frankly
+sceptical, one glowing faintly brown and crimson, another silvery
+gray and pink. They would need at least ten more days to convince
+them into downright summer greenery, even though slender-throated
+doves already mated in their tops with a perfect confidence.</p>
+<p>It was an early morning hour, when it was easy to believe in the
+perfect fitness of Little Arcady's name; an hour in a time when the
+Potts-troubled waters had been mercifully stilled by the hand of
+God; an hour when the spirit of each Little Arcadian might share to
+its own fulness in the large serenity of the ageless
+world-soul.</p>
+<p>I recalled Mrs. Potts's paper on "The Lesson of Greek Art,"
+which had enriched two columns of the <i>Argus</i> after its
+reading to the ladies of the Literary and Home Study Club. It
+seemed to me that the Greeks must have divined this important
+secret of the vegetable world&mdash;the secret of ageless
+time&mdash;and that therein lay the charm of them; that spirit of
+ever freshening joy which they chiselled and sang into tangible
+grace for us of a later and heavier age.</p>
+<p>At the moment I was on the porch, waiting for my coffee, and my
+thought seemed to be shared by Jim, my bony young setter, who,
+being but a scant year old, had not yet forgotten the lesson of
+Greek art. Over the grassy stretch before the porch he chased
+robins tirelessly, though with indifferent success. His was a
+spirit truly Greek. I knew it by reason of his inexhaustible
+enthusiasm for this present sport after a year's proving that
+chased birds will rise strangely but expertly into air that no dog
+can climb by any device of whining, leaping, or straining.</p>
+<p>Living on into the Renaissance, I saw that Jim would be taught
+the grievous thing called wisdom&mdash;would learn his limitations
+and to form habits tamely contrary to his natural Greek likings.
+Then would he honorably neglect rabbits and all fur, cease pointing
+droves of pigs, and quit the silly chase of robins. Under
+check-cord and spike-collar he would become a fast and stylish dog,
+clean-cut in his bird work, perhaps a field-trial winner. He would
+learn to take reproof amiably, to "heel" at a word, to respect the
+whistle at any distance, to be steady to shot and wing, to retrieve
+promptly from land or water, and never to bolt or range beyond
+control or be guilty of false pointing.</p>
+<p>I knew that coercion, steadily and tactfully applied, would thus
+educate him, for was he not of champion ancestry, wearing his
+pedigree in his looks, with the narrow shoulders so desirable and
+so rarely found, with just the right number of hairs at the end of
+his tail, the forelegs properly feathered, the feet and ankles
+strong, the right amount of leather in his ear to the fraction of
+an inch,&mdash;a dog, in short, of beauty, style, speed, nose, and
+brains?</p>
+<p>But in this full moment of a glad morning I resolved that Jim
+should never know the Renaissance; he should never emerge from what
+Mrs. Potts had gracefully described as "the golden age of
+Pericles."</p>
+<p>To the end of his days he should be blithely, na&iuml;vely
+Greek; a dog of wretched field manners, pointing cattle and quail
+impartially, shamefully gun-shy, inconsequent, volatile, ignorant,
+forever paganly joyous without due cause. For him I should do what
+no one had been able to do for me&mdash;detain him in that "world
+of fine fabling" where everything is true that ought to be; where
+the earth is a running course, fascinating in its surprises of open
+road and tangled hedgerow; where mere indiscriminate smelling is
+keenest ecstasy; and where the fact that robins have eluded one's
+fleetest rush to-day, by an amazing and unfair trick of levitation,
+is not the slightest promise that they can escape our interested
+mouthing on the morrow.</p>
+<p>Doubtless he would be a remarkably foolish dog in his old age;
+but I, growing old beside him, would learn wisely foolish things
+from his excellent folly. I knew we should both be happier for it;
+knew it was best for us both to prove that my thin white friend had
+been born chiefly to display the acute elegance of his bones and
+the beauty of hopeful effort.</p>
+<p>It was this last that kept him thin. When I took to the road, he
+travelled five miles to my every one, circling me widely, ranging
+far over the hills in mad dashes, or running straight and swiftly
+on the road, vanishing in a white fog of dust. Walking slowly to
+avoid this, I would only meet him emerging from a fresh cloud of it
+with a glad tongue thrown out to the breeze. Again, there were
+desperate plunges into wayside underbrush or down steep ravines,
+whence I would hear rapid splashing through a hidden stream and
+short, plaintive cries to tell that that wonderful, unseen
+wood-presence of a thousand provoking scents had once more
+cunningly evaded him.</p>
+<p>Also did he love to swim stoutly across a field of growing
+wheat, his head alone showing above the green waves. And if the
+wheat were tall, he still braved it&mdash;lost to sight at the
+bottom. Then one might observe the mystery of a furrow ploughing
+itself swiftly across the billows without visible agency.</p>
+<p>When I do not walk, to give countenance to his running, he has a
+game of his own. He plays it with an ancient fur cap that he keeps
+conveniently stored. The cap represents a prey of considerable
+dignity which must be sprung upon and shaken again and again until
+it is finally disabled. Then it is to be seized by implacable jaws
+and swiftly run with about the yard in a feverish pretence that
+enemies wish to ravish it from its captor. Any chance observer is
+implored to humor this pretence, and upon his compliance he is fled
+from madly, or perhaps turned upon and growled at most directly, if
+he show signs of losing interest in the game.</p>
+<p>This ceaseless motion, with its attendant nervous strains, has
+prevented any accumulation of flesh, and explains the name of Slim
+Jim affixed to him by my namesake.</p>
+<p>Jim consented now to rest for a moment at my feet, though at a
+loss to know how I could be calm amid so many exciting smells. I
+promised him as he lay there that he should never be compelled to
+learn any but the fewest facts necessary to make him as harmless as
+he was happy; chiefly not to bark at old ladies and babies, no
+matter how threatening their aspect, as they passed our house. A
+few things he had already learned&mdash;to avoid fences of the
+barbed wire, to respect the big cat from across the way who
+sometimes called and treated him with watchful disdain, and not to
+chew a baby robin if by any chance he caught one. This last had
+been a hard lesson, his first contact with a problem only a few
+days younger than Eden itself. It came to his understanding,
+however, that if you mouth a helpless baby robin, a hand or a stick
+falls upon you hurtfully, even if you evade it for the moment and
+seclude yourself under a porch until it would seem that so trifling
+an occurrence must have been utterly forgotten. This was the one
+big sin&mdash;sin, to the best of our knowledge, being obedience to
+any natural desire, the satisfaction of which is unaccountably
+followed by pain.</p>
+<p>I told him this would probably be all that he need ever know;
+and he looked up at me in a fashion he has, the silky brown ears
+falling either side of the white face. It is a look of languishing,
+melting adoration, and if I face him steadily, he must always turn
+away as if to avoid being overcome&mdash;as if the sight of beauty
+so great as mine could be borne full in the eyes only for the
+briefest of moments.</p>
+<p>But Clem came now, ranging my breakfast dishes about the bowl of
+plum flowers, and I approached the table with all the ardor he
+could have wished at his softly spoken, "Yo' is suhved, Mahstah
+Majah."</p>
+<p>The sight of Clem, however, inevitably suggests the person to
+whom I am indebted for his sustaining ministrations. Potts had been
+a necessary instrument in one of those complications which the gods
+devise among us human ephemera for their mild amusement on a day of
+<i>ennui</i>. And Potts, having served his purpose, had been neatly
+removed. I have said that the Potts-troubled waters of Little
+Arcady were for the moment stilled. By the hands of the gods had
+they been mercifully stilled so that not for a month had any
+citizen been asked to subscribe for any improving book or patented
+device of culture.</p>
+<p>A month before, in a far-off place, J. Rodney Potts had suffered
+extinction through the apparently casual agency of a moving railway
+train, the intervention of the gods in all such matters being
+discreetly veiled so that the denser of us shall suspect nothing
+but that they were the merest of accidents.</p>
+<p>One could only surmise that the widow viewed this happening with
+a kind of trustful resignation, sweetened perhaps by certain
+ancient memories attuned to a gentle melancholy. I know that she
+placed on view in her parlor for the first time a crayon portrait
+of Potts in his early manhood, one made ere life had broken so many
+of its promises to him, the portrait of one who might conceivably
+have enchained the fancy of even a superior woman. But the widow
+was not publicly anguished. She donned a gown and bonnet of black
+in testimony of her bereavement, but there was no unnecessary
+flaunt of crape in her decently symbolic garb. As Aunt Delia
+McCormick phrased it, she was not in "heavy mourning,"&mdash;merely
+"in light distress."</p>
+<p>The town was content to let it go at that, especially after the
+adjustment of certain formalities which enabled the widow for a
+time to suspend her work of ministering to its higher wants.</p>
+<p>The railway company had at first, it appeared, been disposed to
+view its removal of Potts very lightly indeed; not only because of
+his unimposing appearance, but by reason of his well-attested
+mental condition at the time of the occurrence&mdash;a condition
+clearly self-induced, and one that placed him beyond those measures
+of safety which a common carrier is obliged to exercise in behalf
+of its patrons.</p>
+<p>But a package of letters had been discovered among the meagre
+belongings of the unfortunate man, and these had placed the matter
+in a very different light. They showed conclusively that the victim
+had been of importance, a citizen of rare values in any community
+that he might choose to favor with his presence.</p>
+<p>Truman Baird settled the case and, after these letters had been
+appraised by the corporation's attorney, he succeeded in extorting
+the sum of eight hundred dollars from the railway as recompense to
+the widow for the loss of her husband's services. I considered that
+the company would have given up at least five hundred more to avoid
+being sued for the death of a man who had been able to evoke those
+letters; but I did not say so, for the case was Truman's and eight
+hundred dollars were many. Westley Keyts thought they were, indeed,
+a great many, and outrageously excessive as a cold money valuation
+of Potts. "She only got eight hundred dollars, but there's them
+that thinks she skinned the company at <i>that!</i>" said
+Westley.</p>
+<p>But there was no disposition to begrudge the widow a single
+dollar of this modest sum. A jury of Little Arcadians would have
+multiplied it tenfold without a blush; for, while that little hoard
+endured, any citizen, however public spirited, could flavor with a
+certain grace his refusal to subscribe for a book.</p>
+<p>To Solon Denney the thing came as a deep and divine relief. In
+the satisfaction induced by it, he penned an obituary of Potts in
+which he employed the phrase "grim messenger of death" very
+cleverly indeed. For matters had been going from bad to worse.
+Murmurs at the demands of Mrs. Potts&mdash;likened by Asa Bundy to
+a daughter of the horse leech&mdash;had become passionately loud as
+our masses toiled expensively up that Potts-defined path of
+enlightenment. The old sneer at Solon's Boss-ship was again to be
+observed on every hand, that attitude of doubting ridicule,
+half-playful, half-contemptuous, which your public man finds more
+dangerous to his influence than downright hostility would be.</p>
+<p>But the murmurs were again stilled, and Solon might breathe the
+peace of a golden age when as yet no Potts, male or female, had
+come unto us.</p>
+<p>It was not felt at all that Solon's genius for the discretion of
+public affairs had availed him in this latest crisis. But the
+benefit was substantial, none the less, and the columns of the
+<i>Argus</i> were again buoyant as of yore. It was at this time, I
+remember, that the <i>Argus</i> first spoke of our town as "a gem
+at beauty's throat," and, touching the rare enterprise of our
+citizens, declared that, "If you put a Slocum County man astride a
+streak of lightning, he'd call for a pair of spurs."</p>
+<p>For myself, I frankly mourned Potts. For I saw now that he had
+been truly and finely of that Greek spirit&mdash;one accepting
+gifts from the gods with a joyous young faith in their continuance.
+I felt that he had divined more of the lesson of Greek art than his
+one-time love could write down in papers unending. I should not
+have wished him back in Little Arcady, but I did breathe a prayer
+that he might in some early Greek elysium be indeed "Potts
+forever." Might it not be? Had not that other paper on "the message
+of Emerson" hinted of "compensation" in a jargon that sounded
+authoritative?</p>
+<p>And now, as I breakfasted, my attention was invited anew to that
+fateful, never ending extension of the Potts-made ripples in our
+little pool. I was threatened with the loss of my domestic stay;
+again might I be forced to the City Hotel's refectory of a thousand
+blended smells and spotty table-linen; or even to irksome adventure
+at the board of the self-lauded Budd.</p>
+<p>There was selfish wonder in my heart as I listened to Clem, who,
+now that my second cup of coffee competed with the May blossoms,
+stood by to tell me of his worldly advancement and the nearing of a
+time when Miss Caroline should come among us to be independent.</p>
+<p>His stubborn industry had counted. The vegetable and melon crop
+of the year before had been abundant and well sold, despite sundry
+raids upon the latter by nameless boys, who, he assured me, "hain't
+had no raght raisin'." And he had further swelled that hoard of
+"reglah gole money" in Bundy's bank by his performances of
+house-cleaning, catering, and his work as janitor; not a little,
+too, by sales of the fish he caught. He was believed to possess a
+secret charm that made his fish-bait irresistible. Certainly his
+fortune in this matter was superior to that of any other frequenter
+of the bass nooks below the dam.</p>
+<p>And now he had waxed so heavy of purse that a woman could come
+between us,&mdash;a selfish woman, I made no doubt, pampered
+survival of a pernicious and now happily destroyed system, who
+would not only unsettle my domestic tranquillity, but would, in all
+likelihood, fetch another alien ferment into our already sorely
+tried existence as a town needing elevation. It seemed, indeed,
+that we were never to be done with these consequences.</p>
+<p>Separated from my house by a stretch of weedy lawn was a
+shambling structure built years before by one Azariah Prouse, who
+believed among other strange matters that the earth is flat and
+that houses are built higher than one story only at great peril,
+because of the earth's proneness to tip if overbalanced. Prouse had
+compromised with this belief, however, and made his house a story
+and a half high, in what I conceive to have been a dare-devil
+spirit. The reckless upper rooms were thus cut off untimely by
+ceilings of sudden slope, and might not be walked in uprightly save
+by persons of an inconsiderable stature.</p>
+<p>In a fulness of years Azariah had died and been chested, like
+Joseph of old, his soul to be gathered, as he believed, to another
+horizontal plane, exalted far above this, as would befit an abode
+for spirits of the departed good.</p>
+<p>His earthly home, now long vacant, had been rented by Clem for a
+monthly sum not particularly cheap in view of its surprising
+limitations above stairs. It was of this new home that he chiefly
+talked to me, of the persistence required to have it newly painted
+by the inheriting Prouse, and repairs made to doors, windows, and
+the blinds that hung awry from them.</p>
+<p>"An' Ah been cleanin'&mdash;yes, seh, Mahstah Majah&mdash;fum
+celleh to gahet. Them floahs do shine an' them windows is jes' so
+clean they look lahk they ain't theah at all. Miss Cahline an'
+Little Miss, they reside on th' lowah floah, an' Ah tek mahse'f up
+to that theh gahet. Yes, seh, Ah haf to scrooge aw Ah git mah haid
+knocked off, but Ah reckon Ah sho' will luhn to remembeh in Gawd's
+own time. An' they's a tehible grand hen-house. Ah'm go'n' a' raise
+a hund'ed thousan' yellow-laiged pullets; an' theh's a staihway
+down to th' watah whah Ah kin tie up mah ole catfish boat, an' a
+monst'ous big gyahden whah Ah kin keep mah fie'ce look on them mush
+an' watah melons. Ah don' want t' git into any mo' alterations with
+them boys, but Ah suttinly will weah 'em out if they don't mind
+theah cautions. Yes, seh,&mdash;we all go'n' a' have a raght
+tolable homeplace."</p>
+<p>Then my grievance prompted me.</p>
+<p>"Yes, and who's going to get my breakfast and dinner for me,
+then?" I asked with a dark look, but he beamed upon me
+placatingly.</p>
+<p>"Oh, Ah's still go'n' a' do fo yo', Mahstah Majah. Ah steddied
+huh all out twell she's plumb systemous. Miss Cahline sh' ain't
+wantin' huh breakfus' twell yo's done, an' she'll tek huh dinneh
+uhliah. Ah manage, Mahstah Majah. Ah mek all mah reddiments, yes,
+seh&mdash;yo's go'n' a' be jes' lahk mah own folks."</p>
+<p>I affected to be made more cheerful by this, but I knew that no
+man can serve two masters, especially when he is the "pussenal
+propity" of one; but I forbore to warn the deluded African of the
+tribulations ahead of him.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><img width="50%" src="images/illp163.png" alt=
+"THE BOOK OF MISS CAROLINE" /></p>
+<center><h4>"THE BOOK OF MISS CAROLINE"</h4></center>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH13">CHAPTER XIII</a></h2>
+<center>A CATASTROPHE IN FURNITURE</center>
+<p>"Miss Cahline comin' this yeh time a' yeah so's 't'll seem mo'
+soft an' homelike. Ah gaiss she go'n' a' sprighten raght up when
+she see th' summeh time all pleasant."</p>
+<p>Thus Clem said to me a few weeks later, and I praised his
+thoughtfulness. But I nursed misgivings both for Miss Caroline and
+for Little Arcady. How would they take each other? I conceived Miss
+Caroline to be a formidable person whom Little Miss resembled, Clem
+said, "as aigs look lahk aigs." No further detail could I elicit
+from him save that his Mistress was "not fleshily inclahned," and
+that Little Miss was "sweetah'n honey on a rag!"</p>
+<p>They would find our summer acceptable, even after a Southern
+summer heavy-sweet with magnolia and jasmine, honeysuckle and
+mimosa; with spirea and bridal-wreath and white-blossomed sloe
+trees. And the house as put to rights by Clem would be found at
+least endurable. It had not the solid grace nor the columned front
+of the houses I had somewhat hurriedly admired in the Southland
+some years before, but its lower rooms were wide, its windows
+abundant, and outwardly it had escaped the blight of the scroll
+saw.</p>
+<p>But the civilization of Little Arcady would be alien to the
+newcomers, and I was apprehensive that it would also be
+difficult.</p>
+<p>Further, I suspected that J.R.C. Tuckerman, with all his genius
+for hard work, lacked the administrative gifts of a true financier.
+He said a hundred thousand pullets when he should have said
+twenty-five, and he seemed to consider his banked hoard of gold
+money to be inexhaustible when it was in fact merely a sum slightly
+greater than he was wont to juggle with in his darkened mind.</p>
+<p>I was not surprised, therefore, when I found him rather
+dejectedly sunk in figures one afternoon about a week after Miss
+Caroline's "home-fixin's" had begun to arrive.</p>
+<p>These were all about him at the front door, in the hall, and
+extending far into the rooms, a truly depressing chaos of packing
+boxes, swathed tables, chairs, bureaus, and barrels of china. Nor
+was this all; for even as I loitered up to the door the dray of Sam
+Murdock halted in front with another huge load.</p>
+<p>Clem raised his head from a sheet of sprawled figures and
+regarded this fresh trouble with something like consternation. In
+one hand he fluttered a packet of receipted freight bills, and he
+spoke as one in an evil dream.</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, Mahstah Majah, it suttinly do seem lahk them railroad
+genamen would git monst'ous rich a-runnin' them freight trains
+about th' kentry th' way lahk they do. Ah allus think them ole
+freight cyahs look maghty cheap an' common a-rattlin' around, but
+Ah teks mah ole hat off to um yehafteh. Yes, seh, Ah lays Ah will!
+Them engineahs an' fiahmen an' them Cunnels with gole on they hats,
+Ah gaiss they go'n' a' have all th' money in th' world maghty
+shawtly. They looks highly awdinahy an' unpetentious, but they
+suttinly p'duces th' revenue. Ah sho'ly go'n' a' repoht mahse'f to
+um ve'y honably when they pass me by yehafteh. Yo' don't gaiss they
+made a errah, Mahstah Majah?"</p>
+<p>He searched my face with a sudden hope:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Yo' don't reckon they git a idy them funichas an' home-fixin's
+ain't been paid foh in th' fust place?"</p>
+<p>I took the packet from his hands and glanced over it.</p>
+<p>"No, these seem to be all right, Clem&mdash;only freight is
+charged for. But you must remember Virginia is a long way off."</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh&mdash;it ain't neveh raghtly come upon me befoh."</p>
+<p>"And freights are high, of course?"</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, th' freight p'fession does look lahk it ort a' be
+maghty gainful. Ah gaiss them engineahs go'n' a' do raght well in
+it, with evabody movin' 'round considable."</p>
+<p>"Well, how many more loads do you expect?"</p>
+<p>"Well, seh, Ah don't raghtly know. Ah tell that drivah yestaday
+Ah already got a gret abundance to mek evabody comf'table, an' a
+little bit oveh, but he jes' sais, 'Oh, tha's all raght,' an' so
+fothe, an' he still is <i>a-bringin</i>' it. Lohks ve'y strongly
+lahk he ain't go'n' a' stop at <i>mah</i> implications. Mahstah
+Majah, maght happen lahk he'd ack mo' reasonin' ef yo' was t' have
+a good long talk with him."</p>
+<p>"Oh, he hasn't anything to do with it. He only brings what your
+Miss Caroline has shipped. She shouldn't have sent so much, that's
+all."</p>
+<p>He took the troubling bills again.</p>
+<p>"Yo' <i>sounds</i> raght, Mahstah Majah&mdash;you suttinly do
+sound <i>raght</i>! Ah gaiss Ah got a' raise ten hund'ed thousan'
+pulletts an mo'."</p>
+<p>For three more days the juggernaut of Sam Murdock's dray hauled
+heavy furniture over the prostrate spirit of Clem. Faster than he
+could unpack the stuff was it unpiled at his door. And it was poor
+stuff, moreover, in the opinion of Little Arcady. Clem's history
+was known, of course, and during these busy days the town made it a
+point to pass his door in friendly curiosity about the belongings
+of his mistress. When these could not be satisfactorily appraised
+from the yard, they sauntered up to the porch and surveyed Clem in
+the front room at his work of unpacking and cleaning. Often,
+indeed, some kindly disposed observer with time to spare would lend
+a hand in freeing some heavy bit of mahogany from its crate or
+wrappings.</p>
+<p>The public opinion, thus advantageously formed, was for once
+unanimous. The house overflowed with worthless and unbeautiful
+junk. To Little Arcady this was a grievous disappointment. It had
+expected elegance, for Clem had been wont to enlarge upon the
+splendors of his former home. When it was finally known that the
+long-vaunted furnishings were coming, the town had prepared to be
+dazzled by sets of black walnut, ornate with gilt lines, by patent
+rockers done in plush, by fashionable sofas, gay with upholstery of
+flowered ingrain, by bedroom sets of ash, stencilled adroitly with
+pink-and-blue flowers, or set with veneered panels of burl; by
+writing-desks of maple and music-stands of cherry with many
+spindles and frettings, by sideboards of finest new oak with brass
+handles and mirrors in the backs.</p>
+<p>The town had anticipated, in short, up to its own high and
+difficult standards. And along had come a ruck of stuff that was
+dark and dingy and old-fashioned; awkward articles with a vast dull
+expanse of mahogany, ending in clumsy claw feet; spindle-legged
+tables inlaid with white wood; old-fashioned mirrors in scarred
+gilt frames; awkward-looking highboys and the plainest of sofas and
+lounges. The chief sideboard boasted not the tiniest bit of brass;
+even the handles were of cheap glass, and Clem had set
+candle-sticks upon it that were nothing but pewter.</p>
+<p>Where Little Arcady had looked for the best Brussels carpets,
+there came only dull-colored rugs of a most aged and depressing
+lack of gayety. As for silver, we knew the worst when Aunt Delia
+McCormick declared, "They haven't even a swinging
+ice-pitcher&mdash;nothing but thin battered old stuff that was made
+in the year one!"</p>
+<p>Aunt Delia had quite the newest and most fashionable furniture
+in town; her parlor was a feast of color for any eye, and her fine
+hardwood sideboard alone had cost twenty-two dollars, so she spoke
+as one having authority.</p>
+<p>By the time that Clem's ancient treasures were all unpacked,
+Little Arcady felt a genuine if patronizing sympathy for his
+mistress. If <i>that</i> were the boasted elegance of the
+ante-bellum South, then Tradition had reported falsely. No plush
+rockers of the newest patent; no chenille curtains; no art chromos;
+no hat-racks, not even an imitation bronze mantle clock guarded by
+its mailed warrior. Such clocks as there were left only honest
+distress in the mind of the beholder,&mdash;tall, outlandish old
+things in wooden cases.</p>
+<p>It was believed that Clem had wasted money in paying freight on
+this stuff. Certainly no one in Little Arcady would have paid those
+bills to possess the furniture. As to the folly of those who had
+originally purchased it, the town was likewise a unit.</p>
+<p>If Clem was made aware of this public sentiment, he still did
+not waver in his loyalty to the old pieces. Day after day he
+unpacked and dusted and polished them with loving devotion. They
+spoke to him of other days, and when he was quite sure that the
+last freight bill had been paid, he seemed really to enjoy them.
+The unexpected drain had reduced his savings to a pittance, but
+were not the pullets which he could raise absolutely without
+number?</p>
+<p>It was true that Miss Caroline would have to come alone now,
+leaving Little Miss still to teach in the school at Baltimore until
+a day of renewed surplus. This much Clem confided to me in sorrow.
+I sympathized with him, truly, but I felt it was a fortunate
+circumstance. I thought that one of the ladies at a time would be
+as much as Little Arcady could assimilate.</p>
+<p>Slowly the house grew into a home awaiting its mistress, a home
+whose furnished rooms overflowed into others not furnished but
+merely crowded.</p>
+<p>I foresaw, not without a certain wicked cheerfulness, that, even
+after the coming of Miss Caroline, Clem would be forced to pander
+to my breakfast appetites for the slight betterment it made in his
+fortunes, even must this be done surreptitiously. And at least one
+dinner was secured to me beyond the coming of this mistress; for
+Clem had conveyed to me, with appropriate ceremony, an invitation,
+which I promptly accepted, to dine with Mrs. Caroline Lansdale at
+six-thirty on the evening of her arrival, she having gleaned from
+his letters, it appeared, that I had been a rather friendly adviser
+of her servant.</p>
+<p>In the days that followed I saw that Clem was regarding me with
+an embarrassed, troubled look. Something of weight lay upon his
+mind. Nor was it easy, to make him speak, but I achieved this at
+last.</p>
+<p>"Well, seh, Mahstah Majah, yo'-all see, Ah ain't eveh told Miss
+Cahline that yo's a Majah in th' Nawthun ahmy."</p>
+<p>"No?" I said.</p>
+<p>"No, seh; Ah ain't even said yo's been a common soljah."</p>
+<p>"Well?"</p>
+<p>"'Cause Miss Cahline's tehible heahtfelt 'bout some mattehs. Th'
+Lansdales sho'ly kin ca'y a grudge powful long. An'
+so&mdash;seh&mdash;Ah ain't neveh tole on yo'."</p>
+<p>"But she'll find it out."</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, an' she maght fuhgit it, but&mdash;Ah crave yo'
+pahdon, seh&mdash;theh's yo' ahm what's gone."</p>
+<p>"It's too late to help that, Clem."</p>
+<p>"Well, seh&mdash;now Ah was steddyin'&mdash;if yo' kin'ly grant
+yo' grace of pahdon, seh&mdash;lahkly 'twould compliment Miss
+Cahline ef yo' was to git yo'se'f fitted to one a' them unnatchel
+limbs, seh. Yo' sho'ly go'n' a' pesteh huh rec'lections with that
+theh saggin' sleeve, Mahstah Majah."</p>
+<p>But this kindly meant proposal I felt compelled to reject.</p>
+<p>"No, Clem, you'll have to fix it up with Miss Caroline the best
+you can."</p>
+<p>"Ve'y well, seh, thank yo', seh&mdash;Ah do mah ve'y best fo'
+yo'."</p>
+<p>But I saw that he had little hope of ever winning for me the
+favor of his captious owner.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH14">CHAPTER XIV</a></h2>
+<center>THE COMING OF MISS CAROLINE</center>
+<p>She came to us auspiciously on a day in the first week of
+June.</p>
+<p>Mistress Caroline Lansdale, a one-time belle of the Old
+Dominion, relict of the late Colonel Jere Lansdale, C.S.A.,
+legislator and duellist, whose devotion to her in the days of their
+courtship had been the talk of two states. Not less notable than
+his eloquence in the forum, his skill in the duello, had been the
+determined fervor with which he knelt at her feet. And I waited no
+more than a hundred seconds in her presence to applaud his
+discernment.</p>
+<p>I had pictured an old woman&mdash;some aged trifle of an elder
+day, sad, withered, devitalized, intemperately
+reminiscent&mdash;steeped in traditions that would leave her
+formidable, and impracticable as a friend to me. I had fancied her
+thus, from Clem's fragmentary and chance descriptions and my own
+knowledge of what she should be by all laws of the probable; and
+she was not as I had evolved her.</p>
+<p>The day she came was one of Little Arcady's best; quite all that
+her anxious servitor could have wished,&mdash;a day of summer's
+first abundance, when our green-bordered streets basked in a
+tempered sunlight, and our trim white cottages nestled coolly back
+of their flower gardens. Harried alien as she was, she would be
+welcomed with smiles, and I was glad for her sake and Clem's when I
+hurried home to dress for that first dinner with her.</p>
+<p>On my way across the lawn at six-thirty I picked a bunch of the
+newly opened yellow roses as a peace offering, should one be
+needed. Clem, in his most formal dress, received me ceremoniously
+at the door, his look betraying only the faintest, formalest
+acknowledgment of having ever encountered mine before. With a
+superb bow toward the drawing-room and in tones stiffly
+magnificent, he announced, "Mistah Calvin Blake." It was
+excellently done, but I knew he had rehearsed the "Mistah."</p>
+<p>Then a woman rose from one of the deep old chairs to offer me
+her hand, and a soft quick laugh came as she perceived my
+difficulty, for my one hand held the roses. These she gathered
+gracefully into her left hand, while her right fell into mine with
+a swift little pressure as she bade me welcome.</p>
+<p>"Clem has told me of you, Mr. Blake. I feel that you are one of
+us. Let me thank you at once for the consideration you have shown
+him."</p>
+<p>In the half light I hesitated awkwardly enough to speak her
+name, for I felt that this could not be the mother of Little Miss.
+Rather was it the daughter herself. I stammered words that must
+have revealed my uncertainty, for again she laughed, and then she
+ordered lights.</p>
+<p>Clem came soft-footedly with a branching candelabra, which he
+placed on the round-topped old table by which she had been sitting.
+She moved a step to where the soft lights glowed up into her face,
+and with mock seriousness stood to be surveyed fairly.</p>
+<p>"There, Mr. Blake! You see I confess all my years."</p>
+<p>And I saw the truth, that she loitered gracefully among the
+vague and pleasant fifties. But then she did a thing which would
+have been injudicious in most women of her years. Her hand, still
+holding my roses, went up to her face, and her cheek glowed dusky
+and pink against the yellow petals. I saw that she rightly
+appraised her own daring and felt free to say:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"You <i>see</i>! My confusion was inevitable. Not one of those
+candles can be spared if I am to believe you are Miss
+Caroline."</p>
+<p>Again she laughed, revealing now a girlish freshness in the
+small mouth, that had somehow lingered to belie the deeper, graver
+lines about her dark eyes. As she still regarded me with that
+smiling, waiting lift of the short upper lip, I called
+out:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"More lights, Clem! I need all you have."</p>
+<p>Whereat Miss Caroline fell into her chair with a marvellous
+blush, an undeniable darkening of the pink on cheeks that were in
+texture like the finest, sheerest lawn.</p>
+<p>Never thereafter could I refuse credence to tales, of which many
+came to me, exposing Miss Caroline as an able and relentless
+coquette. Nor could I fail to understand how the late Colonel Jere
+Lansdale would have found need to be a duellist after he became her
+lover, even had he aforetime been unskilled in that difficult
+art.</p>
+<p>As she chatted, chiefly of her journey, I falsely pretended to
+listen, whereas I only stared and in spirit was prostrate before
+her. Mere kneeling at her feet savored too nearly of arrogance. I
+felt the need to be a spread rug in her presence. She sat back in
+the chair that embraced her loosely, a slight figure with a small
+head, on which the heavy strands of whitening hair seemed only a
+powdered lie above the curiously girlish face. A tiny black patch
+or two on the face, I thought, would have made this illusion
+perfect. And yet when she did not laugh, or in some little silence
+of recollection, the deeper lines stood out, and I could see that
+sorrow had long known its way to her face. It even lurked now back
+of her eyes, and I knew that she tried to keep her face lighted for
+me so that I should not detect it. She succeeded admirably, but the
+smile could not always be there, and ghosts of her dead years came
+stealthily to haunt her face as surely as the smile went.</p>
+<p>When Clem, with an air of having had word from a numerous
+kitchen crew, stood before us and bowed out, "Miss Cahline, dinneh
+is suhved!" I gave her my arm with a feeling of vast relief. Not
+only was Miss Caroline an abiding joy, but apprehension as to my
+modest complicity in her late distress had, too, evidently been
+groundless. She had once, with what seemed to be an almost
+artificial politeness, asked me about our timber supply and the
+state of the lumber market; queries to which I had replied with an
+assumption of interest equally artificial, for I was ignorant of
+both topics, and not even remotely concerned about either.</p>
+<p>Seated at the table, which Clem had arrayed with a faultless
+artistry, I promptly demanded the removal of a tall piece of cut
+glass and its burden of carnations, asserting that both glass and
+flowers might be well enough in their way, but that I could regard
+them only as a blank wall of exasperating ugliness while they
+interrupted a view of my hostess. Whereat I was again regaled with
+that imcomparable blush.</p>
+<p>Clem served a soup that had been two days in the making and was
+worth the time. But even ere the stain had faded from the cheeks of
+my hostess, cheeks of slightly crumpled roseleaf, another look
+flashed the smile from her eyes&mdash;a quick, firm, woman look of
+suffering and defiance.</p>
+<p>She had raised her glass, and I mechanically did the same.</p>
+<p>"Mr. Blake, let us drink standing!&mdash;we women earned the
+right to stand with you."</p>
+<p>A little puzzled, I stood up to face her, as Clem pulled back
+her chair. One hand on the table, the other reaching her slender
+stemmed glass aloft, she leaned toward me with a look of singular
+vehemence.</p>
+<p>"To our murdered brothers and husbands and sons, Mr. Blake! To
+our lost leaders and our deathless lost cause! To Jefferson Davis
+and Robert Edmund Lee! To the Confederate States of America!"</p>
+<p>A black wind seemed to blow across the face of her servitor's
+fluttering eyelids. But I drank loyally to Mrs. Caroline Lansdale
+and whatsoever that woman would. I could see that Clem exhaled a
+deep breath. How long he had held it I know not.</p>
+<p>We resumed our seats, and the dinner went forward with my
+hostess again herself. It was a dinner not heavy but choice, a
+repast upon which Clem had magically worked all his spells. There
+was a bass that had nosed the river's current that morning, two
+pullets cut off in the very dawn of adolescence, and a mysteriously
+perfect pastry whose secret I had never been able to wring from him
+beyond the uninforming and obvious enough data that it contained
+"some sugah an' a little spicin's."</p>
+<p>Having for my luncheon that day suffered an up-to-date dinner at
+Budds's, I felt a genuine craving for food; yet the spell of my
+hostess was such that I left her table ahungered.</p>
+<p>Again there was an inexplicable reference from her to the timber
+and sawed-lumber interests of the Little Country, and the
+circumstance that another black wind seemed to shiver the eyelids
+of Clem lent no light to the mystery of it. But then, as if some
+recondite duty to me had been safely performed, she talked to me of
+herself, of days when the youth of the Old Dominion had been
+covetous of her smiles, of nightly triumphs in ball and rout, of
+gay seasons at the nation's capital, amid the fashion and beauty
+and wit of Pierce's administration and of Buchanan's, of rounds of
+calls made in her calash, of bewitching gowns she had worn, of
+theatres and musicales and teas and embassy receptions, in a day
+when Harriet Lane was mistress of the White House.</p>
+<p>For my pleasing she laughed her sprightly way through memories
+of that romantic past, when she danced and chattered in the fulness
+of her bellehood, bringing out a multitude of treasured mementoes,
+compliments she had compelled, witticisms she had prompted, pranks
+she had played, delectable repasts she had eaten at Lady Napier's
+or another's, the splendor of pageants she had witnessed. And
+though she was back in an elder day, she glowed young as she
+talked, whether recalling official solemnities or a once-cherished
+gown of embroidered tulle, caught up with bunches of grapes. The
+girl's mouth was her's&mdash;fresh and full, unlined by care.</p>
+<p>It was not until she talked of later, younger days that her face
+took on an old look.</p>
+<p>"When our federated states rose up in their might," was a phrase
+that brought the change. Thereafter she spoke in subdued tones of a
+time more eventful than romantic, but still absorbing.</p>
+<p>She remembered the words in which she felicitated General Pope
+Walker for having issued the order to fire on Sumter. She gave
+details of the privation that Richmond on her seven hills had
+suffered in the latter days, and she made plain why their women
+should rise with their men to drink certain toasts; how they, too,
+had sacrificed and toiled and suffered with the same loyal
+tenacity. She mentioned "the present government" casually, as the
+affair of a day; and spoke of "Mr. Lincoln, their Northern
+President," in a tone implying confidence that I shared her feeling
+for him.</p>
+<p>As we went back to the drawing-room for coffee, she summed up
+herself to me, though she thought to sum up more than herself.</p>
+<p>"They swept us with the besom of war, Mr. Blake, and they
+overwhelmed&mdash;but they could not subjugate us."</p>
+<p>As she spoke, my eyes caught for the first time a portrait that
+hung on the wall back of her. It was the portrait of one dark but
+fair, with shoulders of a girlish slenderness all but thin, with
+eyes of glowing dusk and a half-smile upon her lips. It was like my
+hostess in a fashion of line and color, and yet enough unlike her
+so that I knew it must be the daughter. The face was a shade
+narrower of chin, a bit longer, and in some obscure differing of
+the features there was an effect of more poise, almost of a maturer
+dignity, so that while I divined it was the face of her daughter,
+it would seem to have been better planned for the face of her
+mother.</p>
+<p>She followed my eyes to the picture, and her face was still
+almost stern from her last speech, though it is true that the
+sternness was a dimpled sternness, for the chin of my hostess was
+rounded.</p>
+<p>"They overwhelmed us, Mr. Blake,&mdash;my daughter there, and
+me, and God alone has counted how many other wretched women. Her
+they struck a double blow&mdash;they killed the two men she loved.
+One was her father, but she flew to the other. She found her
+picture in his dead hands. Our young men were apt to die in that
+fashion; and when she put it back to be buried with him, her eyes
+were dry. Even under her double blow, she was stronger than I. She
+has been stronger ever since, but she suffered more than I was made
+to. Oh, it was a fine thing for them to do!"</p>
+<p>Her voice rose at the last into a little trembling gust of
+passion, and I saw again the spirit that gave those women the right
+to stand with the men. She recovered herself quickly, and the girl
+in her smiled upon me again.</p>
+<p>"You must overlook my forgetfulness. I shall not forget often,
+especially now that I am among these murderous fanatics. But I was
+tired to-night, and I was so glad when I knew I could talk to you
+freely."</p>
+<p>Her eyes were upon me in friendly unreserve, in confident
+appeal.</p>
+<p>In the face of what I should have felt, I was ashamed at that
+moment, and in the nervousness of hidden guilt I handled the minute
+coffee cup awkwardly. Clem, who must have been equally nervous,
+stepped to right the thing in its saucer, with "Yes, seh, Mahstah
+Majah!"</p>
+<p>From across the table I knew, without raising my eyes, that his
+mistress glanced up at Clem in quick astonishment, then that her
+eyes were fastened upon my face. I still regarded the coffee
+interestedly, but I knew that I myself blushed now and I suspected
+that my hostess was pale.</p>
+<p>"Major?" she began questioningly, then more decidedly,
+"<i>Major</i> Blake?"</p>
+<p>I raised my eyes to hers and nodded idiotically.</p>
+<p>She laughed a little laugh that was icy in its politeness.</p>
+<p>"How stupid of me, and now I must ask your pardon for all my
+tirade, for my blasphemies, and for that monstrous toast
+I&mdash;really&mdash;"</p>
+<p>She shot a look at Clem, under which he blanched visibly, then
+her eyes were again upon me and she smiled with a rare art.</p>
+<p>"Really, you will overlook an old woman's weakness."</p>
+<p>It was the inimical, remote, icy superiority of her tone that
+nettled me&mdash;perhaps her implied assumption that I would not
+know it for such. But also I felt curiously stricken by that swift
+withdrawal of her confidence, for Mrs. Caroline Lansdale had won me
+by her laugh and blush of ancient girlishness. Further, I would not
+now be hurt by any woman, though she were ten times my years,
+without a show of defence.</p>
+<p>I arose as Clem hastily fled from the room.</p>
+<p>"Miss Caroline&mdash;" I waited for the fine little brows to go
+up at that. I had not long to wait.</p>
+<p>"I shall positively never call you anything else but Miss
+Caroline while you permit me to address you at all&mdash;understand
+it&mdash;I've associated with your boy too long. Well, I did do
+four years of fighting, and I was mustered out with the rank of
+Major. You might as well know it now as later. You'll have longer
+to forget it. I wish I could forget it myself. Not the fact, for I
+should fight again as long and try to fight harder in the same
+cause, but the hellishness of it&mdash;the damnable, inhuman
+obscenity of it&mdash;I should like to forget. I never said so
+before, Miss Caroline,&mdash;there was no one to say it
+to,&mdash;but it made me old before my time. Why, I could almost be
+a son of yours, if you will pardon that minor brutality, and the
+thing is aging me to this day. I helped to kill your young men and
+your old men, but you ought to know that I didn't do it for holiday
+sport. The first one of your men I saw dead lay alone by the
+roadside, a boy, foolishly young, with a tired face that was still
+smiling. He'd fallen there as if sleep had overtaken him on the
+march. Our column had halted, and I went to him. It must have taken
+a full minute for me to realize that this was dignified war and not
+the murder of a boy in a homely gray uniform. When I did realize
+it, I was so weakened that I broke down and cried. I was a private
+then. I covered his face, and got up strong enough to assault two
+other privates who had found my snivelling funny. One of them went
+to the field hospital, and I went under arrest when I'd finished
+with the other. You ought to know, Miss Caroline, that the sight of
+thousands of your other dead never moved me to any merriment. I
+tried to be a good soldier, but I felt the death pains of every
+fallen man I saw. I didn't stop to note the color of his uniform.
+Miss Caroline&mdash;"</p>
+<p>I waited until I had made her look at me.</p>
+<p>"The war is over, you know. Suppose you forget me as a soldier
+and take me as a man. Really, I believe we ought to know each other
+better."</p>
+<p>Clem had once found occasion to say, "When Miss Cahline tek th'
+notion to shine huh eyes up, she sho' is a highly illuminous
+puhsonality."</p>
+<p>I saw then what he meant, for Miss Caroline had "shined" her
+eyes, and they flooded me with a distracting medley of lights. I
+thought she struggled very uncertainly with herself. Her eyes
+shifted from my face to the empty sleeve. Twice before that
+evening&mdash;I remembered it had been when she spoke so
+enigmatically of the lumber industry&mdash;her eyes had rested
+there briefly, discreetly, but in all sympathy. Now the look was
+different. It wavered. At one instant I seemed to read regret that
+I had come off so well&mdash;her eyes flickered suggestively to my
+remaining arm.</p>
+<p>"Be fair," I said; "did I not drink your toast?"</p>
+<p>I thought she wavered at this, for a blush deeper than all the
+others suffused her.</p>
+<p>"Besides," I continued warningly, "you are within the enemy's
+lines now, and you may find me a help. Come!" and I held out my
+hand.</p>
+<p>Very slowly she put her own within it. I noticed that it was
+still plump, the fine skin not yet withered.</p>
+<p>"You are very kind, Major Blake. I had been misinformed, or you
+should have had no occasion to think me rude."</p>
+<p>It was then that I wished definitely to shake Miss Caroline.</p>
+<p>"Come, come," I said, "you are not giving me what you gave at
+first. I'm not to be put off that way, you know. If I call you Miss
+Caroline,&mdash;and I've sworn to call you nothing else,&mdash;you
+must be Miss Caroline."</p>
+<p>She searched my face eagerly,&mdash;then&mdash;</p>
+<p>"You <i>shall</i> call me Miss Caroline&mdash;but remember, sir,
+it makes you my servant." She smiled again, without the icy reserve
+this time, whereat I was glad&mdash;but back of the smile I could
+see that she felt a bitter homesickness of the new place.</p>
+<p>"Your most obedient servant," I said. "You have another slave,
+Miss Caroline, another that refuses manumission&mdash;another bit
+of personal property, clumsy but willing."</p>
+<p>"Thank you, Major, I need your kindness more than I might seem
+to need it. Good night!" and even then she gave me a rose, with the
+same coquetry, I doubt not, that had once made Colonel Jere
+Lansdale quick to think of his pistols when another evoked it. Only
+now it masked her weariness, her sense of desperate desolation. I
+took the rose and kissed her hand. I left her wilting in the big
+chair, staring hard into the fireplace that Clem had rilled with
+summer green things.</p>
+<p>When my fellow-chattel appeared next morning with my coffee, he
+was embarrassed. With guile he strove to be talkative about matters
+of no consequence. But this availed him not.</p>
+<p>"Clem," I said frigidly, "tell me just what you said to Mrs.
+Lansdale about me."</p>
+<p>He paltered, shifting on his feet, his brow contracted in
+perplexity, as if I had propounded some intricate trifle of the
+higher mathematics.</p>
+<p>"Huh! Wha&mdash;what's that yo'-all is a-sayin', Mahstah
+Majah?"</p>
+<p>"Stop that, now! I needn't tell you twice what I said. Out with
+it!"</p>
+<p>"Well, seh, Mahstah Majah, of co'se, yo'-all tole me to fix it
+man own way, an' Ah lay Ah'd do it raghtly&mdash;an' so Miss
+Cahline is ve'y busy goin' th'oo th' rooms an' spressin' huhse'f
+how grand evehthing suttinly do look an' so fothe an' so on, an'
+sh' ain't payin' much attention&mdash;Ah reckon sh' ain't huhd
+raghtly&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Clem&mdash;the Bible says, 'How forceful are right words!'"</p>
+<p>He stopped at my look, despaired, and became succinct.</p>
+<p>"Well, seh, Ah jes' think Ah brek it to huh easy-lahk, by
+degrees, so Ah sais yo' is a genaman of wahm South'n lahkings. Ah
+sais yo' been so hot fo' th' South all th'oo that theh wah that
+evehbody yeh'bouts despised an' reviled you. An' she sais why ain't
+yo' gone faght fo' th' South ef yo'-all so hot about it, an' Ah
+sais yo' was eageh to go, but yo' been in the timbeh business, an'
+one day yo' got rash about yo' saw-mill, an' th' ole buzz-saw jes'
+natchelly tuk off yo' ahm, so's yo' couldn't go to th' wah. Yes,
+seh, Mahstah Majah&mdash;Ah laid Ah'd brek it grajally&mdash;an' Ah
+suttingly did have that lady a-thinkin' ve'y highly of yo' at th'
+time of yo' entrance, seh,&mdash;yes, seh!"</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH15">CHAPTER XV</a></h2>
+<center>LITTLE ARCADY VIEWS A PARADE</center>
+<p>And so began the time of Miss Caroline among us,&mdash;one
+effect the more of Fate's mad trickery. It was my privilege to be
+more intimately aware of her concerns than was the town at large.
+And even to me in those days she carried off the difficulties of
+her lot with a manner so plausible that it clenched my admiration
+if it did not win my belief. I knew that she daily bore a burden of
+ruin and faced a future of perilous uncertainty. I knew that she
+must have journeyed into our strange land with a real terror,
+nerved to that course only by a resolve to be no longer a burden
+upon her impoverished kinsman. Surely it had been like dying a
+death for her to leave the land of her own people, devastated
+though it was and vacant of those who had made the world easy for
+her.</p>
+<p>And I was not a little puzzled by the tie that bound her to her
+one remaining stay. Both she and Clem, I saw, considered her coming
+to him to be a thing so natural that it should excite no wonder, a
+thing familiar in the thought and as little to be puzzled about as
+their own breathing. I saw that her perplexities lay not at all in
+this black fellow's unthinking adherence to his life of service,
+but rather in the circumstance of her spirit-grieving exile and in
+the necessary doubts of her chattel's competence for the feat he
+had undertaken.</p>
+<p>I despaired very soon of ever comprehending the intricate
+strands of their relationship. When I understood, as I was not long
+in doing, that each was in certain ways genuinely afraid of the
+other, I knew that the problem must always be far beyond my own
+little powers.</p>
+<p>As to Little Arcady at large, some aspects of this complication
+were simpler than they appeared to me; others were more obscure. Of
+the tragedy of Miss Caroline's mere coming to us they could suspect
+nothing, save it might be the humiliation her old-fashioned
+furniture must put upon her in a prosperous town where so much of
+the furniture was elegant to the point of extravagance.</p>
+<p>In the much-discussed matter of mistress and slave, the town
+agreed simply that Clem was stupid and had been deluded by Miss
+Caroline into believing that a certain proclamation had stopped
+short of her personal property. It was believed that she had
+terrorized him by threatening to put bloodhounds on his trail if he
+ever tried to run off&mdash;for the town knew its "Uncle Tom's
+Cabin" as well as it knew "Gaskell's Compendium." It was thought
+that if Clem proved to be disobedient or rebellious, his mistress
+would try to hire "Big Joe" Kestril or some equally strong person
+to whip him with a "black-snake." Also it was said that she had
+sold his wife away from him, and might try to sell Clem himself if
+ever she got "hard up," though it was felt that she would be wise
+not to go too far in that matter.</p>
+<p>For the rest, Little Arcady rather rejoiced in the novelty of
+Miss Caroline's establishment. There was a flavor of much-needed
+romance in this survival at our very doors of an ante-bellum
+unrighteousness. The town cherished a hope that Clem would try to
+run off some time, or that Miss Caroline would have his back cut to
+ribbons, or try to sell or mortgage him or something, thus creating
+entertainment of an agreeable and exciting character.</p>
+<p>If the town could have overheard Clem scolding the lady with
+frank irritation in his voice,&mdash;as I chanced to do once or
+twice,&mdash;had it beheld his scowl as he raged, "Miss Cahline,
+yo' sho'ly gittin' old 'nuff to know betteh'n <i>that</i>. I
+suttinly do wish yo' Paw was alive an' yeh'bouts. Ah git him afteh
+yo' maghty quick. Now yo' jes' remembeh Ah ain't go'n' a'
+<i>have</i> no sech doin's!"&mdash;if it could have noted the
+quailing consternation of the mistress at these moments, it might
+have been puzzled; but of such phenomena it never knew. It was
+aware only that Miss Caroline treated Clem with a despotic
+severity, issuing commands to him as from a throne of power and in
+tones of acrid authority that were the envy of all housekeepers
+among us who kept "hired girls."</p>
+<p>Even Mrs. Potts, long before the arrival of Miss Caroline, had
+despaired of teaching Clem to make something of himself. He had
+refused to subscribe for a "Compendium," and her cordial assurance
+that he was, by the law of the land, both a man and a brother, did
+not even mildly elate him. Mrs. Potts was soon in a like despair
+regarding Miss Caroline, whom she regarded as too frivolous ever to
+make anything of herself. These two ladies, indeed, were widely
+apart. Perhaps I can intimate the extent of their unlikeness by
+revealing that Mrs. Potts, early in our acquaintance, had observed
+of me that I was not serious enough; whereas Miss Caroline was
+presently averring to my face that I was entirely too serious.
+These judgments of myself seemed to contrast the ladies
+informingly.</p>
+<p>The impression that Miss Caroline was frivolous&mdash;or even
+worse&mdash;became current the day after her arrival in Little
+Arcady. Arrayed in a lavender silk dress of many flounces, with
+bonnet beribboned gayly beyond her years, shod in low walking shoes
+of heel iniquitously high, a toe minute and shining and an instep
+ornate to an unholy degree, bearing a slender gold-tipped staff of
+polished ebony to assist theatrically in her progress, and
+bestowing placid, patronizing looks to right and left, she had
+flounced into Main Street, followed ceremoniously by her black
+chattel, himself set up with a palpable and shameless pride in his
+degradation, saluting stiffly and with an artificial grandeur those
+whom he would otherwise have greeted with the unstudied ease of
+long association.</p>
+<p>This procession regaled both Main and Washington streets, where
+Miss Caroline visited our shops to make inconsiderable purchases
+and many friends. It was a function the pleasant data whereof I was
+not long in collecting.</p>
+<p>Her first conquest was Chester Pierce, our excellent hardware
+merchant, whom she commissioned to make a needed repair to her
+range. It was a simple business matter, and Chester Pierce is a
+simple business person of plain manners. But as he slouched
+comfortably upon his counter and listened to Miss Caroline's
+condescending exposition of her needs, he became sensible of a
+strange influence stealing upon him. By degrees he brought himself
+erect and slowly, dazedly performed an act which had never before
+been perpetrated within his establishment. It was not that he
+deliberated, nor that his reason dictated it; but instinctively,
+almost from a purely reflex muscular action, he removed his hat
+while Miss Caroline talked, feeling himself thrill with a foreign
+and most suave deference. It was customary in our town to raise
+your hat to a lady on the street; but for a merchant, and a solid
+citizen at that, to do this thing in his own establishment, was a
+thing unheard of&mdash;and a thing of pretentious and sickening
+foppery when it <i>was</i> heard of, for that matter, though this
+need not now concern us.</p>
+<p>"And be sure to tell my servant to give you a glass of wine when
+your work is done," concluded Miss Caroline, as she turned to
+rustle silkily out. Whereat Chester Pierce, charter member and
+President of our Sons of Temperance, a man primed with all
+statistics of the woe resulting traditionally from that first
+careless glass, murmured words unintelligible but of gratified
+import, and bowed low after the retreating vision. A moment later
+he was staring with mystified absorption at the hat in his hands,
+quite as if the hat were a stranger's&mdash;and then he brushed it
+around and around with the cuff of his coat sleeve as if the
+stranger had not been careful enough of it.</p>
+<p>Thence paraded Miss Caroline to the City Drug Store, to be bowed
+well out to the sidewalk by young Arthur Updyke when her errand
+within had been done. But Arthur had attended a college of pharmacy
+far away from Slocum County, and it was not unnatural that he
+should exhibit an alien grace in times of emergency.</p>
+<p>With Westley Keyts again, to whose shop Miss Caroline next
+progressed, it was as with Chester Pierce, a phenomenon of
+instinctive muscular reaction,&mdash;that of his hat coming off as
+he greeted the stately little lady at his threshold and apologized
+for the sawdust on his floor which was compelling her to raise a
+froth of skirts above the tops of those sinful-looking shoes. I
+suspect that Miss Caroline was rather taken with Westley. She
+called him "my good man," which made him feel that he had been
+distinguished uncommonly, and she chatted with him at some length,
+asking cordially about cuts of meat and his family, two matters in
+which Westley was much absorbed. He declared later that she was "a
+grand little woman."</p>
+<p>There followed pilgrimages that June morning to the First
+National Bank and to several of our lesser establishments;
+pilgrimages rarely diverting to Little Arcady and which invariably
+provoked bows under strangely lifted hats.</p>
+<p>But there were Little Arcadians of Miss Caroline's own sex to
+whom she might not so swiftly fetch confusion. Aunt Delia McCormick
+devoted a chance view of the newcomer to discovering that the gown
+of lavender satin had been turned and made over, none too expertly,
+from one originally built some years before the war. Later she
+found what our ladies agreed was its primal design, after much
+turning of the leaves of ancient Godey's magazines.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Judge Robinson, from one sidelong glance, brought off
+detailed intelligence of the bonnet's checkered past.</p>
+<p>The elder Miss Eubanks decried the mannishness of cane-bearing;
+and Mrs. Westley Keyts, entering the shop as Miss Caroline was
+bowed out, declared that her silk stockings were of a hue hardly
+respectable, and that she wore shoes "twice too small for her."</p>
+<p>The eyes of the suddenly urbane Westley glistened when he
+overheard this, but he fell to dissecting a beef without further
+sign.</p>
+<p>For better or worse, Miss Caroline and Little Arcady had
+exchanged impressions of each other.</p>
+<p>I met her by chance that morning and was charmed by her
+flattering implication of reliance upon myself. She made me feel
+that our understanding was secret and our attachment romantic. To
+complete her round of our commercial centre I escorted her to the
+<i>Argus</i> office. Her greeting of Solon Denney was a thing to
+behold with unalloyed delight. They seemed to understand each other
+at once. Two minutes after Solon had looked up in some astonishment
+from his dusty, over-piled desk, they were arrayed as North and
+South in a combat of blithest raillery.</p>
+<p>Miss Caroline sat in Solon's battered chair with the missing
+castor, surveyed his exchange-laden desk with a humorous eye, and
+seized the last <i>Argus</i>, skimming its local columns with a
+lively interest and professing to be enthralled by its word-magic.
+She read stray items that commended themselves to her critical
+judgment, such as, "A wind blew last week that you could lean up
+against like the side of the house;" or "Westley Keyts has a
+bran-new 'No Admittance!' sign over the door of his
+slaughter-house. We don't see why. He could put up a 'Come one,
+come all!' sign and still not get <i>us</i> into the place. They're
+messy."</p>
+<p>Further she read, "Some fiend with sub-human instincts ravaged
+our secret hoard of eating-apples while we were out meeting the
+farmers last Saturday afternoon. We wish they had been of no value
+to any one except the owner." And then, in her sprightliest manner,
+and with every sign of enjoyment, she went on to an item during the
+reading of which I think we both flushed a little, Solon and
+I:&mdash;</p>
+<center>"The United States <i>Is</i></center>
+<p>"Some grammar sharp down East says you must say 'The United
+States are.' But we guess not. Opinions to that effect prevailed
+widely to the south of us some years ago, but the contrary was
+proved, we believe. The United States <i>is</i>, brother, ever
+since Appomattox, and even the grammar book should testify to its
+is-ness&mdash;to its everlasting and indivisible oneness."</p>
+<p>She carried it off so finely that I knew Miss Caroline had
+recovered from the fatigues of her journey.</p>
+<p>"I shall write you an item myself," she exclaimed, and seizing a
+stubby pencil, she wrote rapidly:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"A battered and ungrammatical old woman from the valley of
+Virginia has settled in our midst. She will always believe that the
+United States are, but she is harmless and otherwise sane."</p>
+<p>"Have I caught the style?&mdash;have I used 'in our midst'
+correctly?" she asked Solon. And he protested that her style was
+faultless but that her matter was grossly misleading.</p>
+<p>From this she was presently assuring him, in all pleasantness,
+that the seed of Cain, descended through Ham, would, by reason of
+the curse of God, be a "servant of servants" unto the end; while
+Solon was assuring her, with equal good nature, that this
+scriptural law had been repealed by President Lincoln.</p>
+<p>Her retort, "I dare say your Mr. Lincoln was <i>capable</i> of
+wishing to repeal the Bible," was her nearest approach to
+asperity.</p>
+<p>"A battered old woman!" said Solon to me later. "She looks more
+like a candy saint, if they make such things,&mdash;one that a
+child has been careless with." We agreed that she was an addition
+to Little Arcady.</p>
+<p>The editor of the <i>Argus</i> sighed at this point, and I
+thought he might be wishing that all feminine newcomers could be
+like the latest. For Mrs. Aurelia Potts, whose leisure Heaven had
+increased, was now redoubling her efforts to make the <i>Argus</i>
+a well of English undefiled&mdash;undefiled by what she called
+"journalisms." Solon must not, he confided to me, say "enthuse" nor
+"we opine" nor "disremember." He might not say that the pastor "was
+given" a donation party when he really meant that the party was
+given,&mdash;not that the pastor was given. Further, he must be
+cautious in the uses of "who" and "whom," and try to break himself
+of the "a good time was enjoyed by all present" habit.</p>
+<p>"And she always says 'diddy-you' instead of 'dij-you,'" broke in
+my namesake, who, loitering near us, had overheard the name of Mrs.
+Potts.</p>
+<p>"That will <i>do</i>, Calvin!" said his father, shortly. It
+seemed to me that the still young life of Solon was fast being
+blighted.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH16">CHAPTER XVI</a></h2>
+<center>THE SPECTRE OF SCANDAL IS RAISED</center>
+<p>A graver charge than frivolity was soon to be brought against
+the widow of the late Colonel Jere Lansdale. Not with her
+antiquated gown, her assisting staff, the gay bonnet, nor yet with
+the showy small slippers and silken hose tinted unseasonably to her
+years did scandal engage itself; but rather with the circumstance
+that she drank.</p>
+<p>To "drink" meant in Little Arcady to get drunk, as "Big Joe"
+Kestril did every pay-day. Clarence Stull, polishing a stove in the
+rear of Pierce's hardware store, was swift to divulge that Mrs.
+Lansdale had "asked Chet Pierce to have a glass of wine,&mdash;and
+him a-bowin' and a-scrapin' like you'd think he was goin' to fly
+off the handle!"</p>
+<p>It was enough for the town. The unfortunate woman had not yet
+reeled through its streets, but Little Arcady would give her time,
+and it knew there could be but one result. That sort of thing might
+be done in tales of vicious high life to point a moral, but in the
+real world it could not compatibly exist with good conduct. Even
+Aunt Delia McCormick, good Methodist as she was, who "put up" a
+little elderberry wine each year for communion purposes, was
+thought by more than one to strain near to the breaking point the
+third branch of that concise behest to "Touch not, taste not,
+handle not!"</p>
+<p>The ladies were at once dismayed about Miss Caroline, from Aunt
+Delia herself, to Marcella Eubanks, who kept conspicuous upon her
+dressing-table a bedizened motto of the Daughters of
+Rebecca,&mdash;"The lips that touch wine shall never touch mine."
+It is true that this legend appeared to Marcella to be a bit
+licentious in its implications as to lips <i>not</i> touched by
+wine. It had, indeed, first been hung in the parlor; but one
+Creston Fancett, in the course of an evening call upon Miss
+Eubanks, had read the thing aloud, twice over, and then observed
+with a sinister significance that wine had never touched his own
+lips. Whereupon, in a coarsely conceived spirit of humor, he
+proceeded to act as if he had forgotten that he was a
+gentleman.</p>
+<p>Hence the card's seclusion in Marcella's boudoir. Hence,
+likewise, Marcella's subsequent preference, in her temperance
+propaganda, for straightforward means which no gentleman could
+affect to misunderstand. She relied chiefly thereafter upon some
+highly colored charts depicting the interior of the human stomach
+in varying stages of alcoholic degeneration. According to these, "a
+single glass of wine or a measure of ale," taken daily for a year,
+suffices to produce some startling effects in color; while the
+result of "unrestrained indulgence for five years" is spectacular
+in the extreme.</p>
+<p>Besides these disconcerting color effects Marcella enacted a
+brief but pithy drama in which she touched a lighted match to a
+tablespoonful of alcohol, to show the true nature of the stuff and
+to symbolize the fate of its votaries.</p>
+<p>With charts and with blazing spirit, with tracts and with
+figures to prove that we spend "more for the staff of death than
+for the staff of life," Marcella was prepared to move upon the
+unsuspicious Miss Caroline. Nor was she alone in such readiness for
+a good work. The ladies all felt that their profligate sister
+should be brought to sign the pledge.</p>
+<p>And they called upon Miss Caroline with precisely this end in
+view&mdash;called singly, and by twos and threes. But for some
+reason they seemed always to find obstacles in the way of bringing
+forward this most vital topic. If they had only discovered Miss
+Caroline in her cups, or if her shaded rooms had been littered with
+empty rum bottles and pervaded by the fumes of strong drink, or if
+she had audaciously offered them wine, doubtless the thing would
+have been easy. But none of these helpful phenomena could be
+observed, and Miss Caroline had a way of leading the talk which
+would have made any reference to her unfortunate habits seem
+ungraceful. It would be far too much to say that she charmed them,
+but all of her callers were interested, many of them were
+entertained, and a few became her warm defenders. Aunt Delia
+McCormick surprised every one by aligning herself with this latter
+minority. She declared, after her first call, that Miss Caroline
+was "a dear"; and after the second call, that she was "a poor
+dear," and she forthwith became of service to the newcomer in a
+thousand ways known only to the masonry of housekeeping.</p>
+<p>And since none of the ladies, for one reason or another, had
+found a way to say those things that Mrs. Lansdale sorely needed to
+hear, it was agreed among them that the minister must say them.</p>
+<p>"The minister" in Little Arcady meant him of the Methodist
+church, the two other clergymen being so young and unimportant as
+to need identification by name.</p>
+<p>Of the official and inspired visit of this good man to Miss
+Caroline, the version that reached the public was one thing: its
+secret and true history was another. The latter has never been told
+until now. It was known abroad only that the minister had called on
+a warm afternoon in July; that Miss Caroline had received him out
+of doors, on the shaded east side of the house, where the heat had
+driven her to await a cooling breeze from the river. One of the
+dingy rugs had been spread upon the grass close to the lilac clump,
+and by an unfashionable little table Miss Caroline sat, in a chair
+sadly out of date, reading of Childe Harold. It was understood that
+the minister had there sat in another antiquated chair of capacious
+arms and upholstered in faded green velvet, a chair brought by
+Clem; and that he had weakly chatted away a pleasant hour or two
+without ever once daring to bring Miss Caroline's evil state to
+that attention which it merited from her. His difficulty seemed to
+have been similar to that experienced by the calling ladies. He
+could observe no opening that promised anything but an ungracious
+plunge or an awkward stumble, and the ladies had been wrong in
+suspecting that his authority as a cleric would nerve him to either
+of these things.</p>
+<p>There was despair next day when it was known that he had come
+away even lavisher in praise of Miss Caroline than Aunt Delia had
+become; that he refused with a gentle but unbreakable stubbornness,
+a thing he was known to be cursed with latently, ever again to
+approach the lady with a concealed purpose or with aught in his
+heart but a warm and flagrant esteem.</p>
+<p>So much for the public's knowledge; and doubtless the public in
+every case knows all that it ought to know. But these are the facts
+as they came to my privileged ears, and to what, I believe, are
+gifts of interpretation not below the average.</p>
+<p>When Clem brought the chair for the minister, Miss Caroline gave
+him a brief, low-toned order, which he hurried away to execute.
+Within ten minutes, and before Miss Caroline had finished telling
+how altogether beautiful she found Arcady of the Little Country,
+Clem returned, bearing breast-high a napkin-covered tray, from
+which towered twin pillars of glass, topped with fragrant leafage
+and pierced each by a yellow straw. This tray he placed upon the
+table beside the poems of Lord Byron, and the minister permitted
+himself an oblique look thereat, even though this involved
+deserting the eyes of his agreeable hostess. The ice in the glasses
+tinkled a brief phrase of music, the tops burgeoned with a
+luxuriant summer green, and the straws were of a sweetly pastoral
+suggestiveness. The fragrance moved one to the heart of some
+spice-scented dell where a brooklet purled down a pebbled course.
+The ensemble was indeed overwhelming in its message of a
+refreshment joyous, satisfying, timely, and of a consummate
+innocence.</p>
+<p>"The day is warm," said Miss Caroline, receiving one of the
+glasses from her servant, and with a bright look at her guest.</p>
+<p>"It is intensely warm, and quite unusually so for this time of
+year," said the minister, absently taking the other glass now
+proffered him.</p>
+<p>"We shall combat it," said Miss Caroline with some vivacity. She
+delicately applied her lips to the straw, and a slight depression
+appeared in each of her acceptable cheeks.</p>
+<p>"A cooling beverage at this hour is most grateful," said the
+minister, rejoicing in the icy feel of the glass, and falling
+hopefully to his own straw.</p>
+<p>"Clem makes them perfectly," said Miss Caroline.</p>
+<p>"What do you call them?" asked the minister. He had relinquished
+his straw, and his kind face shone with a pleased surprise.</p>
+<p>"Why, mint juleps," replied Miss Caroline, glancing quickly
+up.</p>
+<p>"Ah, mint! that explains it," said the minister with
+satisfaction, his broad face clearing of a slight bewilderment.</p>
+<p>"Clem found a beautiful patch of it by a spring half a mile up
+the river," volunteered Miss Caroline, between dainty pulls at her
+straw.</p>
+<p>"It is a lovely plant&mdash;a <i>lovely</i> plant, indeed!"
+rejoined the minister, for a moment setting down his glass to wipe
+his brow. "I remember now detecting the same fragrance when I
+watered my horse at that spring. But I did not dream that
+it&mdash;I wonder&mdash;" he broke off, taking up his
+glass&mdash;"that its virtues are not more widely apprehended. I
+have never heard that an acceptable beverage might be made from
+it."</p>
+<p>"Not every one can make a mint julep as Clem can," said his
+hostess.</p>
+<p>A moist and futile splutter from the bottom of the minister's
+glass was his only reply.</p>
+<p>He set the glass back on the table with a pleasant speculation
+showing in his eyes. The talk became again animated. Chiefly the
+minister talked, and his hostess found him most companionable.</p>
+<p>"Let me offer you another julep," she said, after a little,
+noting that his eyes had swept the empty glass with a chastened
+blankness. The minister let her.</p>
+<p>"If it would not be troubling you&mdash;really? The heat is
+excessive, and I find that the mint, simple herb though it be, is
+strangely salutary."</p>
+<p>The minister was a man of years and weight and worth. He
+possessed a reliant simplicity that put him at once close to those
+he met. Of these, by his manner, he asked all: confidence without
+reserve, troubles, doubts, distresses, material or otherwise. And
+this manner of his prevailed. The hearts of his people opened to
+him as freely as his own opened to receive them. He was a good man
+and, partly by reason of this ingenuous, unsuspicious mind, an
+invaluable instrument of grace.</p>
+<p>When he had talked to Miss Caroline through the second
+julep,&mdash;digressing only to marvel briefly again that the
+properties of mint should so long have been Nature's own secret in
+Little Arcady,&mdash;telling her his joys, his griefs, his
+interests, which were but the joys and griefs and interests of his
+people, he wrought a spell upon her so that she in turn became
+confiding.</p>
+<p>She was an Episcopalian. Her line had been born Episcopalians
+since a time whereof no data were obtainable; and this was, of
+course, not a condition to meddle with in late life, even if one's
+mind should grow consenting. For that matter, Miss Caroline would
+be frank and pretend to no change of mind. She was an old woman and
+fixed. She could not at this day free herself of a doubtless
+incorrect notion that the outside churches&mdash;meaning those not
+Episcopal&mdash;had been intended for people other than her own
+family and its offshoots. Clem had once been a Baptist, and it was
+true that he was now a Methodist. He had told her that his new
+religion was distinguished from the old by being "dry religion".
+But these were intricacies with which a woman of Miss Caroline's
+years could not be expected to entangle herself. This she would
+say, however, that during her residence in Little Arcady she would
+fling aside the prejudice of a lifetime and worship each Sabbath at
+the minister's Methodist church.</p>
+<p>It did not seem to the minister that she said it as might an
+explorer who consents for a time to adopt the manner and customs of
+the tribe among which a spirit of adventure has led him. He
+accepted her implied tribute modestly and with unaffected
+gratification, again wiping his brow and his broad, good face.</p>
+<p>When I joined them at four o'clock, having been moved by hope of
+a cooling chat with Miss Caroline, the minister was slightly more
+flushed, I thought, than the day could warrant. He was about to
+leave, was, in fact, concluding his choicest anecdote of "Big Joe"
+Kestril&mdash;for he was a man who met all our kinds. "Big Joe,"
+six feet, five, a tower of muscled brawn, standing on a corner,
+pleasantly inebriated, had watched go feebly by the tottering,
+palsied form of little old Bolivar Kent, our most aged and richest
+man. The minister, also passing, had observed Kestril's humorous
+stare.</p>
+<p>"The big fellow called to me," he was saying to Miss Caroline as
+I came up. "'Parson,' said he&mdash;they all know me familiarly,
+madam&mdash;'Parson,' said he, 'I wish I could take all I'm worth
+and all old Kent is worth and put it in a bunch on the sidewalk
+there and then fight the old cuss for it!'"</p>
+<p>It was a favorite anecdote of the minister's, but I had never
+known him before to tell it to a lady on the occasion of his first
+call. Miss Caroline laughed joyously as she turned to greet me.</p>
+<p>"I can't tell you how finely I've been entertained," she said to
+me.</p>
+<p>"Nor can I tell him for myself, madam," retorted the minister. I
+thought indeed he spoke with an effort that made this gallantry
+seem not altogether baseless in fact.</p>
+<p>"I was on the point of leaving," said the minister.</p>
+<p>"Are you returning home, or have you more calls in the
+neighborhood?" I asked, feeling just a tinge of uneasiness about
+his expansive manner.</p>
+<p>"No more calls, no. I had planned, instead, a pleasant walk up
+along the riverside to a spring some distance above. I mean to
+procure a supply of this delicious mint&mdash;for mint juleps," he
+added affably.</p>
+<p>"Come with me," I urged. I was about to walk out myself.
+Together we bade adieu to Miss Caroline.</p>
+<p>But the minister's walk ended at my own door. In the cool gloom
+of my little library I asked him if he would be good enough to
+excuse me a moment, indicating the broad couch beneath the
+window.</p>
+<p>"With pleasure, Major!" and he sank among the restful pillows.
+"I am ashamed to say that the heat has rendered me a trifle
+indolent".</p>
+<p>When I came softly back five minutes later, he lay in deep
+slumber, his face cherubically innocent, his breathing soft as a
+babe's. He awoke freshly two hours later. He apologized for his
+rudeness and expressed a wish for a glass of cool water. Three of
+these he drank with evidences of profound relish. Then he drew his
+large silver watch from his pocket.</p>
+<p>"On my word, Major, it's after six, and I shall be late for tea!
+I have trespassed shamefully upon you!"</p>
+<p>"The heat was very trying," I said.</p>
+<p>"Quite enervating, indeed! I seem only now to be feeling its
+effects."</p>
+<p>As he walked briskly down the now cooling street, he bared his
+brow to the gentle breeze of evening.</p>
+<p>To the ladies, solicitous about Miss Caroline, who called upon
+him a few days later, he said, "She is a most admirable and lovely
+woman&mdash;not at all a person one could bring one's self to
+address on the painful subject of intoxicants. Had she offered me a
+glass of wine or other stimulant, a way might have been opened, but
+I am delighted to say that her hospitality went no farther than
+this innocent beverage." The minister indicated on his study table
+a glass containing sweetened ice-water in which some leaves of mint
+had been submerged.</p>
+<p>"It is called a mint julep," he added, "though I confess I do
+not get the same delicate tang from the herb that her black fellow
+does. As he prepared the decoction I assure you its flavor was
+capital!"</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH17">CHAPTER XVII</a></h2>
+<center>THE TRUTH ABOUT SHAKSPERE AT LAST</center>
+<p>Miss Caroline dutifully returned the calls that were paid her,
+with never a suspicion that her slavery to strong drink had been
+the secret inspiration of them. She was not yet awake to our
+sentiments in this matter. She had given strong waters to the
+minister with a heart as innocent as their disguise of ice and
+leafage had made them actually appear to that good man. And I, who
+was well informed, hesitated to warn her, hoping weakly that she
+would come to understand. For I had seen there were many things
+that Miss Caroline had not to be told in order to know.</p>
+<p>For one, she had quickly divined that the ladies of Little
+Arcady considered her furniture to be unfortunate. She knew that
+they scorned it for its unstylishness; that some of them
+sympathized in the humiliation that such impossible stuff must be
+to her; while others believed that she was too unsophisticated to
+have any proper shame in the matter. These latter strove by every
+device to have her note the right thing in furniture and thus be
+moved to contrast it instructively with her own: as when Mrs. Judge
+Robinson borrowed for an afternoon Aunt Delia McCormick's best blue
+plush rocker, Mrs. Westley Keyts's new sofa, upholstered with
+gorgeous ingrain, and Mrs. Eubanks's new black walnut combination
+desk and bookcase with brass trimmings and little spindled
+balconies, in which could be elegantly placed the mineral specimens
+picked up along the river bank, and the twin statuettes of the
+fluting shepherd and his inamorata. As Mrs. Judge Robinson herself
+possessed new and high-priced furniture, including a gold-and-onyx
+stand to occupy the bay window and uphold the Rogers group, "Going
+for the Parson," as well as two fragile gilt chairs, which
+considerate guests would not sit in but leave exposed to view, and
+a complete new set of black walnut, the effect that day&mdash;which
+included a grand smell of varnish&mdash;was nothing less than
+sumptuous.</p>
+<p>The occasion was a semi-monthly meeting of the Ladies' Home
+Study and Culture Club, at which Miss Caroline was to be present.
+There had been a suspension of the Club's meetings while Mrs. Potts
+was in abeyance, but on this day she was to enter the world again
+and preside over the meeting as "Madam President," though the
+ladies sometimes forgot to call her that.</p>
+<p>The paper read by Mrs. Potts&mdash;who was not at all
+ineffective in her black&mdash;was on "The Lake Poets," with a few
+pointed selections from Wordsworth and others.</p>
+<p>Whether or not Miss Caroline was rightly impressed by the
+furniture exhibit was a question not easy to determine. True, she
+stared at it with something in her eyes beyond a mere perception of
+its lines; but whether this was the longing passion of an awakened
+soul or the simple awe of the unenlightened was not to be
+ascertained at the moment.</p>
+<p>Testimony as to her enjoyment of the President's paper was more
+circumstantial. In the midst of this, as the listeners were
+besought to "dwell a moment on this exquisite delineation of
+Nature,"&mdash;expertly pronounced "Nate-your" by Mrs.
+Potts,&mdash;Miss Caroline turned her head aside as one deeply
+moved by the poet's magic. But Marcella Eubanks, glancing at that
+moment into a mirror on the opposite wall,&mdash;a mirror in a
+plush frame on which pansies had been painted,&mdash;caught the
+full and frank exposure of a yawn. It was a thorough yawn. Miss
+Caroline had surrendered abjectly to it, in the
+belief&mdash;unrecking the mirror&mdash;that she could not be
+detected.</p>
+<p>The discussion that followed the paper&mdash;as was customary at
+the meetings&mdash;proved to be a bit livelier. Each lady said
+something she had thought up to say, beginning, "Does it not
+seem&mdash;" or "Are we not forced to conclude&mdash;"</p>
+<p>I suspect that Miss Caroline was sleepy. Perhaps she was nettled
+by the boredom she had been made to endure without just
+provocation; perhaps the fashionable fumes of varnish had been
+toxic to her unaccustomed senses. At any rate she now compromised
+herself regrettably.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Westley Keyts had been thinking up something to say,
+something choice that should yet be sufficiently vague not to
+incriminate her. It had seemed that these requirements would be met
+if she said, in a tone of easy patronage, "Mr. Wordsworth is
+certainly a very bright writer of poetry, but as for me&mdash;give
+<i>me</i> Shakspere!"</p>
+<p>She had thought of saying "the Bard of Avon," a polished phrase
+coined for his "Compendium" by the ingenious Mr. Gaskell; but,
+hearing her own voice strangely break the silence, Mrs. Keyts
+became timid at the last moment and let it go at "Shakspere."</p>
+<p>"Oh, Shakspere&mdash;of <i>course</i>!" said most of the ladies
+at once, and those not quick enough to utter it concertedly looked
+it almost reprovingly at the speaker.</p>
+<p>A silence fell, as if every one must have time to recover from
+this trivial platitude. But it was a silence outrageously shattered
+by Miss Caroline, who said:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"O dear! I've always considered Shakspere such an overrated
+man!"</p>
+<p>The silence grew more intense, only Mrs. Potts emitting a slight
+but audible gasp. But swift looks flashed from each lady to her
+horrified sisters. Was it possible that the unfortunate woman had
+been in no condition to come among them?</p>
+<p>"Oh, a <i>greatly</i> overrated man!" repeated Miss Caroline,
+terribly, "far too wordy&mdash;too fond of wretched puns&mdash;so
+much of his humor coarse and tiresome. By the way, have you ladies
+taken up Byron?"</p>
+<p>The moment was charged, almost to explosion. A crisis impended,
+out of the very speechlessness of the gathering. Mrs. Potts was
+aghast in behalf of William Shakspere, and Marcella Eubanks was
+crimsoning at the blunt query about Byron, well knowing that he
+could be taken up by a lady only with the wariest caution, and that
+he would much better be let alone. The others were torn
+demoralizingly between these two extremes of distress.</p>
+<p>But the situation was saved by the ready wit of Mrs. Judge
+Robinson.</p>
+<p>"I think the hour has come for refreshments, Madam President!"
+she said urbanely, and the meeting was nervously adjourned. Under
+the animation thus induced an approximate equilibrium was restored.
+The ladies gulped down chicken salad, many of them using forks with
+black thread tied about them to show they were borrowed from Mrs.
+Eubanks. They drank lemonade from a fine glass pitcher that had
+come as a gratuitous mark of esteem from the tea merchant
+patronized by the hostess; and they congealed themselves pleasantly
+with vanilla ice-cream eaten from dishes of excellent pressed glass
+that had come one by one as the Robinson family consumed its baking
+powder.</p>
+<p>But Miss Caroline would have been dense indeed had she not
+divined, even amid that informal babbling, that she was being
+viewed by the ladies of the Club with a shocked stupefaction.</p>
+<p>Precisely what emotion this knowledge left with her I have never
+known. But I do know that before the meeting broke up, it had been
+agreed to hold the next one at the house of Miss Caroline herself.
+It may be that she suggested and urged this in pure desperation,
+wishing to regain a favor which she had felt unaccountably
+withdrawn; and it may be that the ladies accepted in a similar
+desperation, knowing not how to inform her that she was grossly
+ineligible for membership in a Home Study Club.</p>
+<p>The intervening two weeks were filled with tales and talks of
+Miss Caroline's heresy. Excitement and adverse criticism were
+almost universally aroused. It was a scandal of proportions almost
+equal to that of her love for strong drink. About most writers one
+could be permitted to have an opinion. But it was not thought that
+one could properly have an opinion about Shakspere, and, so far as
+we knew, no one had ever before subjected him to this indignity.
+One might as well have an opinion about Virtue or the law of
+gravitation. An opinion of any sort was impossible. One favorable
+would be puny, futile, immodestly patronizing. An unfavorable
+opinion had heretofore not been within realms of the idlest
+speculation.</p>
+<p>There were but two of us, I believe, who did not promptly
+condemn Miss Caroline's violence of speech&mdash;two men of varying
+parts. Westley Keyts frankly said he had never been able to "get
+into" Shakspere, and considered it, as a book for reading purposes,
+inferior to "Cudjo's Cave," which he had read three times. The
+minister, whose church Miss Caroline now patronized,&mdash;that
+term being chosen after some deliberation,&mdash;held up both his
+hands at the news and mildly exclaimed, "Well!" Then, after a
+pause, "Well, well!" And still again, after another pause, "Well,
+well, well!"</p>
+<p>This was thought to be shifty and evasive&mdash;certainly not so
+outspoken as the town had a right to expect.</p>
+<p>Solon Denney, though in his heart true to Shakspere, affected
+to be gleeful. A paragraph, mysterious to many, including Miss
+Caroline, appeared in the ensuing <i>Argus</i>:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"An encounter long supposed by scientists to be a mere
+metaphysical abstraction of almost playful import has at last
+occurred in sober physics. The irresistible force has met up with
+the immovable body. We look for results next week."</p>
+<p>I knew that Solon considered Miss Caroline to be an irresistible
+force. I was uncertain whether Shakspere or Mrs. Potts was meant
+by the immovable body. I knew that he held them in equal awe, and I
+knew that Mrs. Potts felt, in a way, responsible for Shakspere this
+far west of Boston, regarding any attack upon him as a personal
+affront to herself.</p>
+<p>On the day of the next meeting the ladies of the Club gathered
+in the dingy and inelegant drawing-room of Miss Caroline. No
+vividly flowered carpet decked the floor; only a time-toned rug
+that left the outer edge of the floor untidily exposing its dull
+stain; no gilt and onyx table bore its sculptured fantasy by the
+busy Rogers. The mantel and shelves were bare of those fixed
+ornaments that should decorate the waste places of all true homes;
+there were no flint arrow-heads, no "specimens," no varnished pine
+cones, no "Rock of Ages," no waxen lilies, not even a china cup
+goldenly emblazoned with "Love the Giver," in German script. And
+there were no beautiful chairs with delicate gilded
+spindles&mdash;not an elegant and impracticable chair in the whole
+big room&mdash;not one chair which could not be occupied as
+comfortably as any common kitchen rocker. It was indeed a poor
+place; obviously the woman's best room, yet showing careless traces
+of almost daily use. To ladies who never opened their best rooms
+save to dust and air them on days when company was expected, and
+who would as soon have lounged in them informally as they would
+have desecrated a church, this laxity was heinous.</p>
+<p>And ordinarily, in the best rooms of one another, the ladies
+became spontaneously, rigidly formal as they assembled, speaking in
+tones suitably stiff of the day's paper, or viewing with hushed
+esteem those art treasures that surrounded them.</p>
+<p>But so difficult was it to attain this formality amid the homely
+surroundings of Miss Caroline that to-day they not only lounged
+with negligent ease in the big chairs and on the poor, broad sofas,
+but they talked familiarly of their household concerns quite as if
+they had been in one of their own second-best rooms on any common
+day.</p>
+<p>On a table in one cool corner was a huge bowl of thin silver,
+whence issued a baffling fragrance. Discreet observation, as the
+throng gathered, revealed this to contain a large block of ice and
+a colored liquid in which floated cherries with slices of lemon and
+orange. A ladle of generous lines reposed in the bowl, and circling
+it on the table were many small cups.</p>
+<p>There was a feeling of relief when these details had been
+ascertained. Fear had been felt that Miss Caroline might forget
+herself and offer them a glass of wine, or something worse, from a
+large black bottle; for Little Arcady believed, in its innocent
+remoteness, that the devil's stuff came in no other way than large
+black bottles. Miss Eubanks had made sure that the ladies wore
+their white ribbons. Marcella's own satin bow was larger than
+common, so that no one might mistake the principles of the heart
+beating beneath it.</p>
+<p>But the cool big bowl with its harmless fruit restored
+confidence at once, and when Miss Caroline urged them to try Clem's
+punch they refrained not. The walk to the north end of town on a
+sultry afternoon had qualified them to receive its consolations,
+and they gathered gratefully about.</p>
+<p>Marcella Eubanks quaffed the first beaker, a trifle timorously,
+it is true, for the word "punch" had stirred within her a vague
+memory of sinister associations. Sometime she had read a tale in
+which one Howard Melville had gone to the great city and wrecked a
+career of much promise by accepting a glass of something from the
+hands of a beautiful but thoughtless girl, pampered child of the
+banker with whom he had secured a position. For a dread moment
+Marcella seemed to recall that the fatal draught was named "punch."
+But after a tentative sip of the compound at hand, she decided that
+it must have been something else&mdash;doubtless "a glass of
+sparkling wine." For this punch before her was palpably of a babe's
+innocence. Indeed it tasted rather like an inferior lemonade. But
+it was cold, and Marcella tossed off a second cup of it. She could
+make better lemonade herself, and she murmured slightingly of the
+stuff to Aunt Delia McCormick.</p>
+<p>"It wants more lemons and more sugar," said Marcella, firmly.
+Aunt Delia pressed back the white satin bow on her bosom in order
+to manage her second glass with entire safety.</p>
+<p>"I don't know, Marcella," she said in a dreamy undertone, after
+draining the cup to its cherry. "I don't know&mdash;it does seem to
+take hold, for all it tastes so trifling."</p>
+<p>As each lady arrived she was led to the punch-bowl. When the
+last one had been taught the way to that cool nook, there was a
+pleasant hum of voices in the room. There was still an undercurrent
+of difference as to the punch's merit&mdash;other than mere
+coolness; though Miss Eubanks now agreed with Aunt Delia that it
+possessed virtues not to be discerned in the first careless
+draught. The conversation continued to be general, to the immense
+delight of the hostess, for she had dreaded the ordeal of that
+formal opening, with its minutes of the last meeting; and she had
+dared even to hope that the day's paper might, by tactful
+management, be averted.</p>
+<p>She waxed more daringly hopeful when Clem came to refill the
+punch-bowl. She felt that she owed much to the heat of the day,
+which was insuring the thirst of the arrivals. The punch and
+general conversation seemed to suffice them even after their first
+thirst had been allayed. She began to wonder if the ladies were not
+a more unbending and genial lot than she had once suspected.</p>
+<p>A considerable group of them now chatted vivaciously about the
+replenished bowl, including Madam the President, who had arrived
+very thirsty indeed, and who was now, between sips, accounting for
+the singular favor which the Adams family had always found in the
+sight of God and the people of Massachusetts. She seemed to be
+prevailed over, not without difficulty, by Aunt Delia, who related
+her failure to learn from Clem the ingredients of his acceptable
+punch. This was not surprising, for Clem was either never able or
+never willing to tell how he made anything whatever. Of this punch
+Aunt Delia had been able to wheedle from him only that it contained
+"some little fixin's." Insistent questioning did develop, further,
+that "cold tea" was one of these; but cold tea did not make plain
+its recondite potencies&mdash;did not explain why a beverage so
+unassuming to the taste should inspire one with a wish to partake
+of it continuously.</p>
+<p>"We might get him to make a barrel of it for the Sunday-school
+picnic," said Marcella, brightly, over her fourth cup. "If it
+contains only a little tea, perhaps the effect upon the children
+would not be deleterious."</p>
+<p>"We'll try it," said Aunt Delia, reaching for the ladle at sight
+of empty cups in the hands of Mrs. Judge Robinson and Mrs. Westley
+Keyts. "<i>I'll</i> furnish the cherries and the sugar and the
+tea."</p>
+<p>How it came about was never quite understood by the ladies, but
+the true and formal note of a Ladies' Home Study Club was never
+once struck that afternoon. Madam the President did not call the
+meeting to order, the minutes of the last meeting are unread to
+this day, and a motion to adjourn never became necessary.</p>
+<p>It had been thought wisest to keep entirely away from poetry at
+this meeting, and the paper for the day, to have been read by
+Marcella Eubanks, was "The Pathos of Charles Dickens." Marcella had
+taken unusual pains in its preparation, bringing with her two
+volumes of the author from which to read at the right moment the
+deaths of Little Nell and Paul Dombey. She had practised these
+until she could make her voice quaver effectively, and she had
+looked forward to a genuine ovation when she sat down.</p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><a href="images/illp220t.jpg"><img width="50%"
+src="images/illp220t.jpg" alt=
+"WE MIGHT GET HIM TO MAKE A BARREL OF IT FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL PICNIC" />
+</a></p>
+<center><h5>"WE MIGHT GET HIM TO MAKE A BARREL OF IT FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL
+PICNIC"</h5></center>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p>If it is clearly understood, then, that no one thought of
+calling for the paper, that even its proud author felt the hours
+gliding by without any poignant regret, it should be seen that the
+occasion had strangely come to be one of pure and joyous
+relaxation, with never an instructive or cultured or studious
+moment.</p>
+<p>There was talk of domestic concerns, sprightly town gossip,
+mirth, wit, and anecdotes. Aunt Delia McCormick told her parrot
+story, which was <i>risqu&eacute;</i>, even when no gentlemen were
+present, for the parrot said "damn it!" in the course of his
+surprisingly human repartee under difficulties.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Westley Keyts, the bars being down, thereupon began another
+parrot story. But Miss Eubanks, who had observed that all parrot
+stories have "damn" in them, suddenly conceived that matters had
+gone far enough in <i>that</i> direction. Affecting not to have
+heard Mrs. Keyts's opening of "A returned missionary made a gift of
+a parrot to two elderly maiden ladies&mdash;" Marcella led the
+would-be anecdotist to the punch-bowl, and, under the cover of
+operations there, spoke to her in an undertone. Mrs. Keyts said
+that the thing had been printed right out on the funny page of
+"Hearth and Home," but over the cup of punch that Marcella pressed
+upon her, she consented to forego it on account of the minister's
+wife being present.</p>
+<p>There were other anecdotes, however; not of a parrot character,
+but chiefly of funny sayings of the little ones at home. Mrs. Judge
+Robinson, with the artistic mendacity of your true
+<i>raconteur</i>, accredited to her own four-year-old a speech
+about the stars being holes in the floor of heaven, although it was
+said of this gem in "Harper's Drawer," where she had read it, that
+"the following good one comes to us from a lady subscriber in the
+well-known city of X&mdash;&mdash;."</p>
+<p>It could not be recalled afterwards how, from this harmless
+exchange, they had come to be listening to passages from the
+adventurous life of Childe Harold, read crisply by their hostess.
+Still less could the ladies later comprehend how some of their
+number had been guilty of innuendos&mdash;or worse&mdash;against
+the well-known Bard of Avon. Yet, so it was.</p>
+<p>Miss Caroline herself had refrained from abusing him&mdash;had
+seemed to have forgotten him, indeed; but, as she read Byron to
+them, their hearts opened to her&mdash;rushed out, indeed, with a
+friendly wholeness that demanded something more than mere cordial
+applause of her favorite poet. Some intimation of a sympathy with
+her view of the other poet came to seem not ungraceful. During one
+of the reader's pauses to impress upon them the splendors of the
+Byronic imagery, and eke its human heart-warmth, good Aunt Delia,
+with defiant looks about the circle, broke in with:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"I shouldn't wonder if Shakspere <i>has</i> been made too much
+over."</p>
+<p>Mrs. Keyts stepped loyally into the breach thus effected.</p>
+<p>"Westley thinks Shakspere isn't such an <i>awful</i> good book,"
+she said, feeling her way, "though it seems to me it has some very
+interesting and excellent pieces in it."</p>
+<p>"Shakspere is <i>ver-ry</i> uneven," remarked Mrs. Judge
+Robinson, in a tone of dignified concession.</p>
+<p>"There is always a word to be said on either side of these
+matters&mdash;there is undeniably room for controversy." Thus Mrs.
+Potts, in her best manner of authority, from the punch-bowl.</p>
+<p>"Let the dead rest!" gently murmured Miss Eubanks, from her
+dreamy corner of the biggest sofa. Her inflection was archly
+significant. One had to suspect that Shakspere, alive and a fair
+target for dispraise, might have learned something to his advantage
+if not to his delight.</p>
+<p>Miss Caroline was both surprised and gratified. At the previous
+meeting she had detected no sign of this concurring sentiment. She
+plunged again into Byron with renewed enthusiasm.</p>
+<p>The afternoon came to a glorious end, and the ladies departed
+with many expressions of rejoicing. They had found Miss Caroline so
+charming that several of them were torn with fresh pity and brought
+to the verge of tears when they thought of her furniture.</p>
+<p>Marcella Eubanks did cry on the way home and had to put down her
+green barege veil. But that was for thinking of poor little Paul
+Dombey. She was mourning him as a personal loss. Also must she have
+adored the genius of a master who could thus move her from a calm
+that was constitutional with every known Eubanks.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH18">CHAPTER XVIII</a></h2>
+<center>IN WHICH THE GAME WAS PLAYED</center>
+<p>The next <i>Argus</i> said of Miss Caroline's afternoon that
+"the ladies present one and all report a most enjoyable time."
+There was another mysterious paragraph, too, farther down the
+column of "locals," which proclaimed that "The immovable body has
+at last been struck by the irresistible force and has failed to
+live up to its reputation. It moved and moved so you could see it
+move. Another bubble exploded! We live in a sensational age."</p>
+<p>Now, while it is true that the ladies, "one and all," had spoken
+with entire enthusiasm of their afternoon at the unpretentious home
+of my neighbor, I, nevertheless, deemed it vital to hold plain
+speech with that impulsive woman immediately. I saw, indeed, that I
+should have acted after the incident of the mint juleps.</p>
+<p>Solon Denney, who had experienced the hospitality of Miss
+Caroline, and who could speak from a wider knowledge than our
+minister or the ladies of the town, had once said:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Those mint juleps are simple, honest things. They taste
+injurious from the start. But that punch&mdash;it's hypocritical.
+It steals into your brain as a little child steals its rosebud hand
+into yours, beguiling you with prattle; but afterwards&mdash;well,
+if I had the choice, I'd rather be chloroformed and struck sharply
+with an axe. I'd be my old self again sooner." Whereupon he would
+have written a guarded piece for the paper about this had I not
+dissuaded him. But I saw that I must at once have with Miss
+Caroline what in a later day came to be called "a heart-to-heart
+talk"; and I forthwith summoned what valor I could for the
+ordeal.</p>
+<p>"I never dreamed&mdash;I never suspected&mdash;how <i>should</i>
+I?" she murmured pathetically, after my opening speech of a few
+simple but telling phrases. She listened in genuine horror while I
+gave the reasons why she might justly regard the call of our
+minister and her entertainment of the Club as nothing short of
+adventures&mdash;adventures which she had survived scathless not
+but by the favor of an indulgent Providence.</p>
+<p>"So <i>that</i> is what those little white satin bows mean?" she
+asked, and I said that it most emphatically was.</p>
+<p>"I suspected it might be some kind of mourning for
+babies&mdash;a local custom, you know, though it did seem queer.
+What can they think of me?"</p>
+<p>"They don't know what to think now," I said, "and if you are
+wise, you will never let them know."</p>
+<p>"The Colonel was proud of that punch," she mused.</p>
+<p>"I dare say he had reasons," I answered grimly.</p>
+<p>"Especially after Cousin Looshe Peavey came to spend Christmas
+with us one time. The Colonel had always considered Cousin Looshe
+rather arrogant about this punch, and it may have been a special
+brew. I know that Cousin had an immense respect for it after he was
+able&mdash;that is&mdash;afterwards&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"I can easily believe it."</p>
+<p>"Cherry brandy&mdash;Jamaica rum&mdash;pint of
+Madeira&mdash;gill of port&mdash;a bit of cordial&mdash;some
+sherry&mdash;I forget if there's anything else."</p>
+<p>I grasped the chair in which I sat.</p>
+<p>"Heaven forbid!" I cried; "and don't tell me, anyway&mdash;I'm
+reeling now."</p>
+<p>"But of course there are lemons and oranges and cherries and tea
+and <i>quantities</i> of ice to weaken it&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"The whole frozen polar sea itself couldn't weaken that mixture
+of elemental forces. See to it," I went on sternly, "that you
+remember only the innocent parts of it if you are ever asked for
+the recipe." She actually cowered.</p>
+<p>"Also as to mint juleps&mdash;remember that you have forgotten,
+if you ever knew how they are made."</p>
+<p>"Dear, <i>dear</i>&mdash;and our Bishop did enjoy his mint julep
+so!"</p>
+<p>"That's different," I said; "they were probably raised
+together."</p>
+<p>"And that afternoon, I thought something of the sort was
+necessary; do you know, they seemed rather cold to me at that other
+meeting&mdash;and of course there wasn't enough of it to hurt
+them."</p>
+<p>"Your intentions were amiable, I concede, but your carelessness
+was criminal&mdash;nothing short of it. You laid the train for a
+scandal that would have shaken Slocum County to its remotest
+outlying cornfield, and even made itself felt over this whole
+sovereign state."</p>
+<p>I was gratified to see that she shuddered.</p>
+<p>"I shall never learn," she pleaded; "their life is so
+different."</p>
+<p>"Let them at least live it out to its natural end, such as it
+is," I urged.</p>
+<p>Hereupon, confessing herself unnerved, Miss Caroline led me to
+the dining room, and in a glass of Madeira from a cask forwarded by
+Second-cousin Colonel Lucius Quintus Peavey, C.S.A., she pledged
+herself to preserve the decencies as these had been codified in
+Little Arcady by the Sons and Daughters of Temperance. For my part
+I drank to her continuance in the wondrous favor of Heaven.</p>
+<p>Thereafter, I am bound to say, Miss Caroline conducted herself
+with a discretion that was admirable. Upon more than one occasion I
+was made to notice this. One of them was at an evening
+entertainment at the Eubanks home that autumn, to which it was my
+privilege to escort her. "A large and brilliant company was
+present," to quote from a competent authority, and the refreshments
+were "recherche," to quote again, this being, I believe, the first
+of our social functions at which Japanese paper napkins were handed
+around. Eustace Eubanks entertained "one and all" by exhibiting and
+describing lantern views of important scenes in the Holy Land;
+Marcella sang "Comin' Thro' the Rye" with such iron restraint that
+the most fastidious among us could have found no cause for offence,
+and Eustace sang an innocent song of war and bloodshed and death.
+All went well until Eustace, being pressed for more, ventured a
+drinking song. Whether this had been censored by his household I
+have never learned. Perhaps there had been demurs&mdash;there were
+almost certain to have been; and possibly Eustace had held out for
+the thing because of the rare opportunity it afforded for the
+exercise of his lowest tones. Perhaps it had been deemed wise to
+indulge him in this, lest in rebellion he break all bonds of
+propriety and revert to the "Bedouin Love Song." At any rate he
+sang "Drinking," a song that lauds the wine-cup as chiefest of
+godless joys, and terminating in "drinking" thrice reiterated, of
+which each individual one finishes so much lower than it begins
+that the last one seems to expire in the bottomless pit.</p>
+<p>Many of those present appeared to enjoy this song. Even Marcella
+Eubanks seemed for once to have soared above mere principle into
+the unmoral realm of "Art for Art's sake." But it falls to be said,
+and I say it with a pride which I think should not excite cavil,
+that Miss Caroline frowned splendidly from the first moment that
+the song's true character was revealed. She superbly evinced
+uneasiness, moreover, when the thing was done, as if to say, "One
+can't tell <i>what</i> may occur in a place where <i>that</i> is
+permitted!" And her performance was not observed by myself alone.
+Marcella saw it and sped to her brother, who, after listening to
+hurried words from her, dashed into "The Lost Chord" with a swift
+and desperate fervor, as if to allay all alarm in the mind of this
+sensitive guest. Eustace was at heart as earnestly well meaning as
+any Eubanks that ever lived, and his vagaries in song were
+attributable solely to a trusting nature capriciously endowed with
+a dash of the artistic temperament. It was only a dash, however.
+Beyond doubt, had his family but known, he could have sung the
+"Bedouin Love Song," and been none the worse for it.</p>
+<p>If Miss Caroline's eloquent pantomime at this time aroused a
+suspicion that she had been maligned, as to her habits of drink,
+her behavior on a subsequent evening, when Mrs. Judge Robinson
+entertained, left no one to doubt it. There was music, too, on this
+occasion&mdash;described elsewhere as "a gala occasion"&mdash;after
+Eustace had concluded his part of the entertainment and gotten his
+lantern out of the way,&mdash;music by a quartet consisting of
+Messrs. Fancett and Eubanks, first and second bass, and Messrs.
+Updyke and G. Brown, first and second tenor. In excellent accord
+these tenors and basses, so blameless in their living, lifted up
+their voices and sang they "would that the wavelets of ocean were
+wavelets of sparkling champagne!" It was a blithe and rippling
+morceau if one could forget the well-nigh cosmic depravity of it;
+but Miss Caroline, it appeared, was not able to forget. She
+confided as much to Marcella Eubanks and Aunt Delia McCormick,
+intimating that while she was doubly desirous to be pleased because
+of her position as an outsider, she was, nevertheless, a silly old
+woman, encrusted with prejudice, and she could not deny that she
+found this song <i>suggestive</i>. Her eyes glistened when she said
+it, and Marcella felt like pinning a white ribbon to her then and
+there.</p>
+<p>Escorting Miss Caroline to her home that night, I listened to
+her account of this colloquy and found myself wishing that matters
+had been different. It seemed to me that I must ultimately become
+the victim of a romantic passion for her, and I told her as much
+when we parted.</p>
+<p>Gossip, the yellow-tongued dragon, had been tracked to its lair
+and done to death, or at least that one of its heads had been
+smitten off which babbled slander of Miss Caroline.</p>
+<p>Thenceforth she and I were free to think upon other matters. And
+there were these other matters in both our lives.</p>
+<p>As to most of them we did not hold speech together. Our intimacy
+as yet lay quite within a circle so charmed that it might not be
+entered by things too personal to either of us. By a kind of tacit
+treaty we brought thither none but those affairs which invited a
+not too serious tone. Our late common life had provided an
+abundance of these, and they had been hailed by my friend with an
+unfailing levity which the widow of J. Rodney Potts, for one, would
+have found it impossible to condone. "I am a light old woman," she
+had said to me; "I laugh at the world even when I fear it most."
+There was a desperate sprite of banter in her eye when she made
+this confession, a sprite that leaped forth to be gay when I
+shrived her. But, though we sacredly observed all mirthful
+conventions in our dallying, I knew that Miss Caroline had more
+than enough to ponder of matters weighty. I knew that she was
+likely to have regretted a too-ready sharing of Clem's easy
+enthusiasm over industrial conditions in the North.</p>
+<p>Clem believed by instinct not only that the evil thereof is
+sufficient unto the day, but that the incidental good sufficeth
+also. His quality of faith would have seemed a pointed rebuke to
+the common run of believers in a Providence that watches and sends.
+Confronted by the spectre of present want he could exorcise it
+neatly by the device of beholding, in a contrary vision, future
+limitless pullets of a marketable immaturity, or endless acres of
+garden produce ripe and ready to sell. Moreover, his experience
+with "gold money" was as yet insufficient to acquaint him with its
+truly volatile character. All sums greater than a hundred dollars
+were blessedly alike to him&mdash;equally prodigious. Two hundred,
+or thousands, or tens of thousands sent the same rays of light
+through the spectrum of his poetic mind, and a bank was an
+institution of such abiding grace that, having once established a
+connection with it, one possessed forever a stout prop in time of
+need. I was sure indeed that Miss Caroline had defined these
+limitations of Clem as a financier. It was one of those enjoyable
+topics which we had been free to discuss. That she had discovered
+how lamentably his resources had been reduced by freight tolls on
+her furniture I could only infer. But I knew, at least, that she
+was aware of the blistering, rainless summer that had laid Clem's
+high hopes of a garden in dust and cut off half his revenue.
+Plainly, Miss Caroline had more than enough of matters fit to
+engage her graver moments.</p>
+<p>For my own part I, too, had matters to dwell upon of an equal
+gravity in their own poor way; though perhaps, too, I could not
+have defined them as understandingly as I did the perplexities of
+my neighbor.</p>
+<p>Happily the feat need not be attempted; I had the game, in which
+troubles may be played away at least beyond the necessity for
+analyzing them&mdash;the game which requires two decks and is to be
+played alone&mdash;the most efficacious of those devices for the
+solitary which cards afford.</p>
+<p>I had been made acquainted with its scheme and with some of its
+cruder virtues by a certain illustrious soldier whom I was once
+much thrown with. He confessed to me that he played it before a
+battle to inspire him with coolness, and after a battle to learn
+wise behavior under victory or defeat, as it might have been.</p>
+<p>I was persuaded to learn more of it. I played the thing at
+first, to be sure, as I have noticed that novices always do, with a
+mind so bent upon "getting it" that I was insensible of its
+curative and refining agencies.</p>
+<p>"You haven't the secret yet," said my mentor, who watched me as
+I won for the first time, and was moved to warn me by my
+unconcealed pride in this achievement. "After you've played it a
+few years, you'll learn that the value of it lies chiefly in
+losing. You'll try like the devil to win, of course, but you'll
+learn not to wish for it. To win is nothing but an endless piling
+up of the right cards, beginning with the ace and ending with the
+king, and it only means more shuffling for next time. But every
+time you lose you will learn things about everything."</p>
+<p>It was even as he said,&mdash;it took me years to learn this
+true merit of the game; and still, as he had said, I learned much
+from it of life.</p>
+<p>There is a fine moment at the last shuffling of the cards, a
+moment when free will and fatalism are indistinguishably
+merged.</p>
+<p>I am ready to lay down eight cards in a horizontal row off my
+double deck. Who will say that the precise number of shuffles I
+have given to it was preordained?</p>
+<p>"I do," exclaimed an obliging fatalist. "The sequence of every
+one of those cards was determined when we were yet star-dust."</p>
+<p>I bring confusion to him by performing half a dozen other
+shuffles. I am thus far the master of my unborn game&mdash;another
+last shuffle to prove it, though I shuffle clumsily enough.</p>
+<p>I glance disdainfully at the fatalist whom I have refuted, and
+prepare again to lay down the first row of cards. But the fellow
+comes back with, "Those last shuffles were also determined, as was
+this challenge&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Very well!" and I prepare for still another rearrangement. But
+here I reflect that this could be endless and not at all
+interesting.</p>
+<p>I dismiss the fatalist as a quibbler and play on. Now there is
+no dispute, unless there be other quibblers. Fixed is the order in
+which the cards shall fall, eight at a time. There is pure
+fatalism. But in the movings after each eight are dealt, I shall
+consciously choose and judge, which is pure free will&mdash;or an
+imitation of it sufficiently colorable to satisfy any, but
+quibblers. There, for me, is the fatalism of body, the free will of
+soul. Of these I learn when I play the game.</p>
+<p>Now my first eight cards are down in a horizontal row. There are
+two kings among them, which is auspicious, for kings must be placed
+sometime at the top. There is a red queen, also auspicious, to be
+placed on one of the black kings. There is an ace of diamonds and
+its deuce. Good, again! The ace is placed above the row, beginning
+a row of aces to be placed there as fast as they fall, and the
+deuce is placed atop of it, for in that row the suits will be built
+<i>up</i>, each in its kind. In the lower rows the suits are to be
+built down and crossed, as when I played the red queen on the black
+king, so that only the top of his crowned head can be seen. Then I
+play a red eight on a black nine and a black seven on the red
+eight. I am now left most fortunately with five spaces when I deal
+off my second row of eight,&mdash;five spaces into which, it may
+be, a king or two shall happily fall.</p>
+<p>The game usually becomes intense after the third eight cards are
+played. By that time a choice must be made. Shall this black six or
+the other be played on the red seven? One must be wise, for either
+will release important cards.</p>
+<p>The game has started so well that it promises to play out too
+easily&mdash;which is one of its tricks. Presently a deuce will be
+covered by a king for which no space is ready, a dark queen will be
+buried under a succession of smaller cards, crowding along with
+apparent carelessness, but relentlessly. Now a space is opened for
+the king that covers the deuce, but the king has meantime been
+covered by an insignificant but unmanageable four-spot, and cannot
+be reached. The game is not so absurdly easy as it promised to be.
+Still it may be won by clever playing. There follow eight cards
+that prove to be immovable, and the issue is almost in doubt. Now
+the last eight cards are down, and the game is suddenly seen to be
+lost. One small other shuffle might have won it; if that tray of
+spades had fallen one place to the right or left, the thing would
+now be easy; if it were a deuce or a four, the thing were easy. One
+spot on the card has brought ruin. The game has foiled us with its
+own peculiar cleverness.</p>
+<p>But then, we learn to expect failure; and, most important of
+all, we learn to succeed while failing. We learn to see our cards
+fall wretchedly without a tremor. We learn to take small gains that
+offer, and to watch unmoved while splendid chances come to naught.
+We learn to live life and to waste no energy in vain wishing that
+we had shuffled differently. We learn even to marvel admiringly at
+the unobtrusive cunning which thwarts us of our dream's
+own&mdash;to wonder that cards ever should come right for any
+player in that maze of chances and faulty judgments. And we learn,
+above all, to brush the things together without loss of time and to
+play a new hand with the same old hope.</p>
+<p>As I studied the cards, making sure of my defeat&mdash;one must
+be most careful to do that; a way is sometimes to be found&mdash;it
+was not strange that I fell to thinking of the face on my
+neighbor's wall.</p>
+<p>I had mused often upon it since that first night. It seemed,
+curiously enough, to be a face that had long been mistily afloat in
+my shut eyes, a girl's face that had a trick of blending from time
+to time with the face of another I had better reason to know.
+Unaccountably they had come and gone, one followed by the other. Of
+that last new face in my vision I could make nothing, save that
+some one seemed to have painted it over there in the other house.
+How I had come by my own mind copy of it was a mystery to me beyond
+solution.</p>
+<p>I played the game again to still this perplexity which had a way
+of seizing me at odd moments. It is an especially good game for a
+man who has had to believe that life will always beat him.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH19">CHAPTER XIX</a></h2>
+<center>A WORTHLESS BLACK HOUND</center>
+<p>After an autumn speciously benign came our season of cold and
+snow. It proved to be a season of unwonted severity, every weather
+expert in town, from Uncle William McCormick, who had kept a diary
+record for thirty years, to Grandma Steck, who had foretold its
+coming from a goose-bone, agreeing that the cold was most unusual.
+The editor of the <i>Argus</i> not only spoke of "Nature's snowy
+mantle," but coined another happy phrase about Little Arcady being
+"locked in the icy embrace of winter." This was admitted to be
+accurately literal, in spite of its poetic daring.</p>
+<p>Miss Caroline confessed homesickness to me after the first heavy
+snow. She spoke as lightly of it as she should have done, but I
+could see that her own land pulled at her heart with every blast
+that shook her casements. No longer, however, was there even a
+second-cousin whose hospitality she was free to claim, for Colonel
+Lucius Quintus Peavey, C.S.A., now slept with his fathers in
+far-off Virginia, leaving behind him only traditions and a little
+old sherry. The former Miss Caroline had always shared with him,
+and a cask of the latter he bequeathed to her with his love. And
+the valley being now void of her kin, she was doubly an exile.</p>
+<p>Such new desolation as she must have felt was masked under
+jesting dispraise of our execrable Northern climate. Surely a land
+permitted to congeal so utterly had forfeited the grace of its
+Maker.</p>
+<p>Clem's lack of executive genius also earned a meed of my
+neighbor's disparagement. He was a worthless, trifling "boy," an
+idling dreamer, an irresponsible, inconsequent visionary, in whose
+baseless fancies it was astounding that a woman of her years should
+fatuously place reliance.</p>
+<p>I must confess that I was more than once guilty of irritation
+when Miss Caroline spoke thus slightingly of her "boy"&mdash;of one
+who had been unable to view himself as other than her personal
+property. Again and again it seemed to me that, fine little
+creature that she was, her tone toward Clem lacked the right
+feeling. I should not have demanded gratitude precisely; at least
+no bald expression of it. But a manner of speech denoting, if not
+wording, a recognition of his unswerving loyalty would have
+accorded better with the estimate I had otherwise formed of her
+character. The absence of any tone or word that even one so devoted
+as I could construe to her advantage was puzzling in the
+extreme.</p>
+<p>Still, feeling toward her as I did, I was compelled to excuse
+her as best I might by attributing her hardness to an evil system
+now happily abolished. But the nerves in my lost arm seemed to
+tingle with a secret satisfaction when I thought of Clem's empty
+reward for his life-work and remembered that I had helped, though
+ever so little, to free him and his kind from a bond so unfortunate
+for each of the parties to it.</p>
+<p>The winter deepened about us, chill and bleak and ravaging. The
+smoke from our chimneys went up in tall columns that lost
+themselves in the gray sky. The snow shut us in, and presently the
+wind lay in wait to blast us when we dared the drifts.</p>
+<p>Yet Miss Caroline throve, despite her nostalgia. She was even
+jaunty in her recital of the weather's minor hardships. To its
+rigors she brought a front of resolute gayety. A new stove graced
+the parlor, a stove with the proud nickeled title of "Frost King";
+a title seen to be deserved when Clem had it properly gorged with
+dry wood. Within its tropic radiations Miss Caroline bloomed and
+was hale of being, like some hardy perennial.</p>
+<p>Of Clem, nothing but hardiness was to be anticipated. He had
+been toughened by four other of our winters, all said to have been
+unusual for severity. And yet it was Clem, curiously enough, and
+not Miss Caroline, who found the season most trying. True, he had
+to be abroad most of the time, procuring sustenance for the
+insatiable "Frost King," or performing labor for other people by
+which Miss Caroline should preserve her independence; but it was
+not supposed that a creature of his sort could be subject to
+weaknesses natural enough to a superior race.</p>
+<p>I believe this was his own view of the matter; for when he
+admitted to me one morning that he had "took cold in the chest,"
+his manner was one of deprecating confusion, and he swore me
+against betrayal of his lapse to Miss Caroline.</p>
+<p>She discovered his guilt for herself, however, after a few days,
+from his very annoying cough. She taxed him with it so sturdily
+that efforts at deception availed him not. His tale that the snow
+sifted into his "bref-place" and "tickled it" was pitifully
+unconvincing, for his cough was deeper than Eustace Eubanks's
+proudest note in the drinking song.</p>
+<p>"He's a worthless thing," said Miss Caroline, telling me of his
+fault, and I said he was indeed&mdash;that he hadn't served me four
+years without my finding <i>that</i> out. I added that he was
+undoubtedly shamming, but that at the same time it might be as well
+to take a few simple precautions. Miss Caroline said that of course
+he was shamming, in order to get out of work, and that she would
+soon drive <i>that</i> nonsense out of his head if she had to wear
+the black wretch out to do it. She added that she was about tired
+of his nonsense.</p>
+<p>It may be known that I have heretofore lost no opportunity to
+foist all faults of understanding upon the heads of my
+fellow-townsmen. And I should have liked to keep my record clear in
+that matter; but it would be uncandid to pretend, even at this late
+day, that I have ever divined the precise relationship that exists
+between Miss Caroline and her slave. I may know a bit more of its
+intricacies than does Little Arcady at large, but not enough to
+permit that certain thrill of superior discernment which I have so
+often been able to enjoy in Slocum County.</p>
+<p>Each of the two, considered alone, is fairly comprehensible. But
+taken together, there is something between them which must always
+baffle me&mdash;something which I cannot believe to have been at
+all typical of the relation between owner and slave, else many of
+the facts noted by our discerning and impartial investigators were
+either imperfectly observed or unintelligently reported.</p>
+<p>Up to a certain point my own studies of this slave-holder
+aligned perfectly with the information which we of the North had
+been at such pains to gather. And I tried to hold Miss Caroline
+blameless, remembering that she had been long schooled to the
+inhumanity of it.</p>
+<p>I resolved, nevertheless, to take Clem under my own
+roof&mdash;there was a small unused room almost directly under
+it&mdash;the moment Miss Caroline's impatience with him should move
+her to the extremes foretold by her abusive fashion of speech. I
+would not see even a negro turned out in the coldest of winters for
+no better reason than that he was sick and useless, though I
+planned to intervene delicately, so as not to affront my neighbor.
+For my heart was still hers, despite this hardness, for which I saw
+that she must not be blamed.</p>
+<p>As I had feared, Clem's cough became more obtrusive, and with
+this Miss Caroline's irritation deepened toward him. She declared
+that his trifling, no-account nature made him all but
+impossible.</p>
+<p>Then one morning&mdash;one to be distinguished by its cold even
+among many unusual mornings&mdash;there was no Clem to light my
+fires and to scent my snug dining room with unparalleled coffee.
+This brought it definitely home to me that the situation had become
+grave. I dressed with what speed I could and hurried to Miss
+Caroline's door. The time had come when I should probably have to
+do something.</p>
+<p>My neighbor met me and said that Clem had meanly decided to
+remain in bed for the day. I searched her face for some sign of
+consideration as she said this, but I was disappointed. She seemed
+to feel only a fierce disgust for his foolishness.</p>
+<p>"But you may go up and look at the black good-for-nothing if you
+like," she said, grudgingly enough I thought.</p>
+<p>I climbed the brief flight of stairs. I knew that Clem had not
+refused to get up without reasons that seemed sufficient to him. In
+a narrow bed in one of the doll-house rooms he lay coughing.</p>
+<p>"So you can't get up this morning?" I asked.</p>
+<p>"Yes, seh, Mahstah Majah, Ah <i>was</i> a-gittin' up, but Ah was
+fohced to cough raght smahtly an' Miss Cahline she yehs it an' she
+awdeh me back to baid, seh. Then Ah calls out to huh that Ah ain't
+go'n' a' have no sech foolishness in this yeh place, an' so she
+stahts to come up, which fohces me to retiah huhiedly. Then she
+stands theh at th' head of th' staihs an' she faulted me&mdash;yes,
+seh&mdash;she <i>threaten</i> me, Mahstah Majah, an' she tek mah
+clothes away, an' so on an' so fothe. Then Ah huhd huh a' mekin'
+th' fiah an' then she brung this yeh cawfee an' she done mek it
+that foolish that Ah can't tech it. Yes, seh, she plumb ruined that
+theh cawfee, <i>that's</i> what she done!"</p>
+<p>His tone was peevish. Clem himself was not talking as I thought
+would have been becoming in him. And there was a definite issue of
+veracity between him and his mistress. I went down again, for the
+room was cold.</p>
+<p>"He has some fever," I said.</p>
+<p>"He is a lazy black hound," said Miss Caroline.</p>
+<p>"He says you ordered him to stay in bed&mdash;threatened him and
+hid his clothes."</p>
+<p>"Oh, never fear but what that fellow will always have an
+excuse!" she retorted shortly.</p>
+<p>Observing that she had a day's supply of wood at hand, I left,
+not a little annoyed at both of them. I missed my coffee.</p>
+<p>When I knocked at the door that evening, no one came to admit
+me. I went in, hearing Clem's voice in truculent protest from a
+large room on the first floor which had been called the room of
+Little Miss. I went to the door of this room.</p>
+<p>Clem and his bed were there. We had two physicians in Little
+Arcady, Old Doc and Young Doc. Young Doc was now present measuring
+powders into little papers which he folded neatly, while Miss
+Caroline stood at hand, cowering but stubborn under Clem's
+violence.</p>
+<p>"Miss Cahline, yo' suttinly old enough t' know betteh'n that. Ah
+do wish yo' Paw was about th' house&mdash;he maghty quickly put
+yo'-all in yo' place. Now Ah tole yo' Ah ain't go'n' a' have none
+o' this yeh Doctah foolishness. Yo' not go'n' a' stravagate all
+that theh gole money on sech crazy doin's an' mek us be indigent in
+ouah ole aige. What Ah <i>want</i> with a Doctah? Hanh! Anseh me
+that! Yo'-all jes' git me a little bit calamus an' some catnip, an'
+Ah do all th' doctahin' tha's advisable." All this he brought out
+with difficulty, for his breathing was by no means free.</p>
+<p>"He's up to his tricks," said Miss Caroline, contemptuously, to
+me. Then, to Clem, seeming to draw courage from my presence, "You
+be quiet, there, you lazy, black good-for-nothing, or I'll get some
+one here to wear you out!" And Clem was again the vanquished.</p>
+<p>"Pneumonia," said Young Doc. "Bad," he added as we stepped into
+the drawing-room. "Take lots of care."</p>
+<p>I thought it as well that Young Doc had come. Old Doc, though
+well liked, boasted that all any man of his profession needed,
+really, were calomel and a good knife. Young Doc had always seemed
+to be subtler. Anyway, he was of a later generation. I learned that
+Old Doc had scorned to make the call, believing that a "nigger"
+could not suffer from anything but yellow fever or cracked shins.
+For this reason he became genuinely interested in Clem's case as it
+was later reported to him by Young Doc.</p>
+<p>To the rest of Little Arcady the case was also of interest.
+Sympathy had heretofore been with Clem, because Miss Caroline paid
+him no wages, and was believed to take what he earned from other
+people.</p>
+<p>Now, however, an important number of persons veered&mdash;in
+wonder if not in absolute sympathy. That the woman should watch and
+nurse the black fellow, apparently with perfect single-heartedness,
+was not to be squared with any known laws of human association.
+"Nursing a nigger in her own house with her own hands," was the
+fashion of describing this untoward spectacle. It was like taking a
+sick horse into your house, and making play that it was human. The
+already puzzled town was further mystified, and it is probable that
+Miss Caroline fell a little in public esteem. Her course was not
+thought to be edifying. She could have sent Clem to the county poor
+farm, where he would have been seen to, after a fashion good enough
+for one of his color, by the proper authorities.</p>
+<p>My own bewilderment was at first hardly less than the town's.
+Had Miss Caroline suddenly changed her manner toward Clem, showing
+regret, however belated, for her previous abuse of him, I should
+have understood. That would have been a simple case of awakened
+sensibility. But she continued to disparage him to his face and to
+me. She was venomous&mdash;scurrilous in her abuse. Yet only with
+the greatest difficulty could I persuade her to let me share the
+watch that must be kept over him. She called him an infamous black
+wretch, in tones befitting her words, but I could not get her to
+leave him even so long as her own health demanded.</p>
+<p>There came nights, however, as the disease ran its course, when
+she had to give up from sheer lack of force. Then she permitted me
+to watch, though even at these times she often broke from sleep to
+come and be assured that the worthless black hound had not changed
+for the worse.</p>
+<p>One dim, early morning, when she thought I had gone, after my
+night's watch, I returned softly to the half-opened door with a
+forgotten injunction about the medicines. All night Clem had
+babbled languidly of many things, of "a hunded thousan' hatchin'
+aigs," and "a thousan' brillion dollahs," of "Mahstah Jere" and
+"Little Miss," of a visiting Cousin Peavey whom he had been obliged
+to "whup" for his repeated misdemeanors; and darkly and often had
+he whispered, so low I could scarcely hear it, of an enemy that was
+entering the room with a fell design. "<i>Tha'</i> he is&mdash;he
+go'n' a' sprinkle snake-dust in mah boots&mdash;tha' he
+is&mdash;watch <i>out</i>!"</p>
+<p>He still maundered weakly as I reached the door, but it was not
+this that detained me at its threshold. It was Miss Caroline, who
+had actually knelt at his side. At first I thought she wept over
+one of his blue-black hands, which she clung eagerly to with both
+her own. Then I saw that there seemed to be no tears&mdash;yet
+silently, almost impassively, she gave me a sense of hopeless grief
+that I thought no outburst of weeping could have done.</p>
+<p>I wondered wildly then if her fashion of speech for Clem might
+not mask some real affection for him. But this was unsatisfying. On
+the spot I gave up all wondering forever about Miss Caroline. I
+have ever since constrained myself to accept her without question,
+even in situations of difficulty. There is so much vain
+knowledge.</p>
+<p>That day, too, was the bad day when news came that Little Miss
+had been stricken with the same dread pneumonia. When she told me
+this, Miss Caroline had a look in her eyes that I suspect must
+often have been there in the first half of the sixties. It was calm
+enough, but there was a resistance in it that promised to be
+unbreakable. And to my never-ending wonder she seemed still to be
+more concerned about Clem than about her daughter.</p>
+<p>"Will you go to her?" I asked.</p>
+<p>She smiled. "That could hardly be afforded just now."</p>
+<p>"You could manage it, I think. Clem has some money due from
+me."</p>
+<p>"Even so, I couldn't leave Clem. My daughter will be cared for,
+but Clem wouldn't have anybody. We'll fight it out on this line,
+Major."</p>
+<p>I now saw that continuous questioning about Miss Caroline would
+bring one in time to madness, and I was glad of my resolve never
+again to indulge in this unprofitable occupation.</p>
+<p>But even pneumonia has its defeats. Young Doc surprised Old Doc
+again; for the latter, once convinced that an African could suffer
+so civilized an affliction as pneumonia, had declined to believe
+that he could ever "throw it off," and had disclosed good reasons
+why he could not to an attentive group at the City Drug Store.</p>
+<p>Yet after a night when Miss Caroline had refused to let me
+watch, she met me at the door as Young Doc was leaving. She was
+wearied but chipper, though there was an unsteady little lift in
+her voice as she said:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"That lazy black wretch is going to get well!"</p>
+<p>"It's about time," I said grimly. "I've been in a bad way
+without him. Indeed I'm very glad to hear you say so."</p>
+<p>Her eyes twinkled approval upon me, I thought.</p>
+<p>"You've behaved excellently, Major. Really, I am glad that we
+left you that other arm." This was almost in her old manner, though
+her eyes seemed a little dimmed by her excitement. Then, with a
+sudden return to the patient:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"I wonder if you would be good enough to go in and swear at
+Clem. He's perfectly rational now, and it will hearten him
+wonderfully. He's dreadfully mortified because he's been sick so
+long. And it needs a man, you know, really. I'll close the door for
+you. Do it hard! Call him a damned black hound, if you please, and
+ask him what he means by it!"</p>
+<p>I hurried in, for Miss Caroline's eyes were threatening to
+betray her.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH20">CHAPTER XX</a></h2>
+<center>IN WHICH SOMETHING MUST BE DONE</center>
+<p>Clem's prolonged convalescence was a trial to his militant
+spirit. The month or more of curious weakness in his body, always
+before so stout, left him with a fear that he had been "pah'lyzed
+in th' frame." Moreover, there were troubles less intimately
+personal to him, but not less harassing to the household.</p>
+<p>There was Little Miss, who was making a fight like Clem's own in
+a Baltimore hospital. Each day I bore to Miss Caroline a telegram
+detailing the progress of her daughter, though it had cost me time
+and trouble to convince my correspondent that he was not to skimp
+such encouragement as might be his to offer, merely to comprise it
+within ten words. There were three days, it is true, when ten words
+were more than enough in which to be non-committal. And there was a
+day that came upon the heels of these when the profits of the
+telegraph company must have been unusual, for only two words came
+instead of ten&mdash;"Recovery doubtful." This might as well have
+been left unsent, for I tore it up and assured the waiting pair
+that no news was good news. They tried eagerly to believe this
+aphorism, which has the authority of age, but which I suspect was
+coined originally from despair.</p>
+<p>The next day's bulletin read "Temperature still up, but making a
+strong fight." Stupid it was, when these were but eight words, not
+to have added two more, such as, "Very hopeful." I induced our
+telegraph operator to rectify this oversight, and felt repaid for
+my trouble when I showed the message. That last touch seemed to
+have been needed. Of course Little Miss would make a strong fight.
+Miss Caroline and Clem both knew that. But they had known other
+strong fights to be none the less hopeless, and they were grateful
+for those last two words of qualification.</p>
+<p>There were four other days when the report seemed to need
+judicious editing, and in this I did not prove remiss. As the
+telegraph company remained indifferent, I could see that no harm
+was done. For at last came a bulletin of seventeen words which left
+us assured that Little Miss had conquered. Henceforth we could
+receive the things without that stifling dread, that eager
+fearfulness of the eyes to read all the words in one glance.
+Leisurely could we learn that Little Miss was getting back her
+strength, and Miss Caroline and I could laugh at Clem's fear that
+she also would find herself "pah'lyzed in th' frame."</p>
+<p>After that Miss Caroline and I were free to consider another
+matter, weighty enough with pneumonia out of the running. This was
+a matter of ways and means&mdash;of sheer, downright money.</p>
+<p>When Clem, in the first days of his sickness, had warned Miss
+Caroline that she would not be let to waste "all that gold money,"
+his lofty reference, as a matter of cold figures, was to a sum less
+than nine dollars. I forget the precise amount, but that is near
+enough&mdash;nine dollars, in round numbers. And the winter had
+been an expensive one.</p>
+<p>At the lowest time of doubt, when Miss Caroline had affairs of
+extreme gravity to face, I had spoken to her incidentally of money
+that I owed to Clem for services performed, and I had, in fact,
+paid several instalments of the debt as money seemed to be
+needed.</p>
+<p>When Clem's recovery was assured and I urged Miss Caroline to go
+to Little Miss, she asked me bluntly what sum I had owed Clem. I
+felt obliged to confess that it was not more than two hundred
+dollars.</p>
+<p>This must have surprised Miss Caroline as much as it rejoiced
+her, for she took up the matter with Clem, and in so clumsy a
+fashion that he, perhaps owing to his enfeebled condition,
+witlessly made a confession at variance with mine, and with an
+effect of candor that moved his questioner to take his word rather
+than that of an officer and a gentleman. Of course this was not at
+all like Clem. In referring to sums of money due him he had ever
+been wont to chant them with a bard-like inflation that recognized
+only sums of a vague but immense rotundity. I had never known him
+to be thus prosaic, and I suspected that Miss Caroline had, in a
+sudden impulse of doubt, terrified him into being so brutally
+explicit.</p>
+<p>Whence fell a coldness between Miss Caroline and me, for the
+discrepancy between Clem's confession and mine was not slight. Even
+my mutterings about interest having accumulated were put down as
+the desperate resource of embarrassment. Miss Caroline did not even
+dignify them with her notice, and the coldness increased.</p>
+<p>Yet, while it was a true coldness, it was distinguished by a
+certain alien quality of warmth, for Miss Caroline, though now on
+guard against any mere vulgar benevolence of mine, talked to me
+frankly, as she had never done before, about her situation.</p>
+<p>First, it was impossible to think of going to her daughter.
+There were debts in the town; Clem would be unable to work for many
+weeks; and not only had Little Miss's contribution from her small
+wage now failed, but she herself had incurred debts and would be
+without money to pay them.</p>
+<p>My neighbor depicted the gravity of this situation with a spirit
+that taxed my powers of admiration,&mdash;powers not slight, I may
+explain; for had they not already been developed beyond the
+ordinary by this same woman? Not even was she downcast in my
+presence. In fine, she was superbly Miss Caroline to me. If I saw
+that to herself she was an ill-fated old woman, perversely
+surviving a wreck with which she should have gone down, alone in a
+land that seemed unkind because it did not understand, and in
+desperate straits for the commonest stuff in the world,&mdash;why,
+that was no matter to be opened between us. We affected with mild
+philosophy to study a situation that not only did not require study
+but scarcely permitted it by candid souls. But we affected to agree
+that something must be done, which sounded very well indeed.</p>
+<p>As a sign that she bore me no malice it was promised that I
+might hire a man to plant Clem's garden that spring, with the
+understanding that I should thus acquire an equity in its product.
+This seemed to be in the line of that something that must be done,
+and Miss Caroline and I made much of it, to avoid the situation's
+more embarrassing aspects.</p>
+<p>"If I could only sell something," said my neighbor, with a
+vacant look about the room&mdash;a look of humorous disparagement.
+"The silver is good, but there's hardly enough of it to pay one of
+those debts&mdash;and I've nothing else but Clem. But if I tried to
+sell him," she added brightly, "it would only bring on trouble
+again with your Northern President. I know just how it would
+be."</p>
+<p>We parted on this jest. Miss Caroline, I believe, went to be
+scolded by Clem for her trifling ways, while I sought out Solon
+Denney.</p>
+<p>When something must be done, I seem never to know what it shall
+be. I believe Solon is often quite as uncertain, but he will never
+confess this, so that talk with him under such circumstances
+stimulates if it does not sustain.</p>
+<p>I put Miss Caroline's difficulties before him. As any common
+catalogue of troubles will not provoke Solon from a happy unconcern
+which is temperamental, I spared no details in my recital, and I
+observed at length that my listener was truly aroused to the bad
+way in which Miss Caroline found herself. He sat forward in his
+chair, rested one elbow upon his untidy desk, and for several
+moments of silence jabbed an inky pen rhythmically into the largest
+rutabaga ever grown in Slocum County. At last he sat back and gazed
+upon me distantly from inspired eyes. Then, with his characteristic
+enthusiasm, he exclaimed:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Something will have to be done!"</p>
+<p>"Wonderful!" I murmured. "Here I've worried over the thing for
+two months, studied it in court, studied it in my office, studied
+it in bed&mdash;and couldn't make a thing out of it. All at once I
+am guided to a welling fount of wisdom, and the thing is solved in
+a flash. Solon, you dazzle me! Denney forever!"</p>
+<p>"Now, don't be funny, Calvin&mdash;I mean, don't try to
+be&mdash;" but I arose to go.</p>
+<p>"You've solved it, Solon. <i>Something must be done.</i> There's
+the difference between intuition and mere clumsy ratiocination. In
+another month I might have found this out for myself, but you
+divine it instantly. You're a clairvoyant. Now I'm going to find
+Billy Durgin. You've done the heavy work&mdash;you've discovered
+that something must be done. What we need now, I suppose, is a
+bright young detective to tell us what it is."</p>
+<p>But Solon interrupted soothingly. "There, there, something must
+be done, and, of course, I'll do it."</p>
+<p>"What will you do?"</p>
+<p>Even then I think he did not know.</p>
+<p>"We must use common sense in these matters," he said, to gain
+time, and narrowed his gaze for an interval of study. At last he
+drove the pen viciously to its hilt in the rutabaga, and almost
+shouted:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"I'll go to see Mrs. Potts!"</p>
+<p>Before I could again express my enthusiasm, reawakened by the
+felicitous adequacy of this device, he had seized his hat and was
+clattering noisily down the stairway.</p>
+<p>Two hours later Solon bustled into my own office, whither I had
+fled to forget his manifest incompetence. His hat was well back,
+and he seemed to be inflated with secrecy. I remembered it was thus
+he had impressed me just previous to the <i>coup</i> that had
+relieved us of Potts. I knew at once that he was going to be
+mysterious with me.</p>
+<p>"I am not to say a word to any one," I began, merely to show him
+that I was not dense.</p>
+<p>He paused, apparently on the point of telling me as much. I saw
+that I had read him aright.</p>
+<p>"I am merely to be quiet and trust everything to you," I
+continued.</p>
+<p>"Oh, well,&mdash;if you&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"One moment&mdash;let me take a few more words out of your
+mouth. You are not certain, I am to remember, that anything will
+come of it, but you think something will. You think you may say
+<i>that</i> much. But I am again to remember not to talk about it.
+There! That's it, isn't it?"</p>
+<p>He was entirely serious.</p>
+<p>"Well, that's <i>practically</i> it. But I don't mind hinting a
+little, in strict confidence." He dropped into a chair, sitting
+earnestly forward.</p>
+<p>"You see, Cal, I remembered a little remark Mrs. Potts once
+made. I believe it was the day after Mrs. Lansdale entertained the
+ladies' club last summer&mdash;I remember she was complaining of a
+headache&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"I never knew Mrs. Potts to make a little remark," I said. I was
+not to be trifled with. Solon grinned.</p>
+<p>"Well, perhaps this one wasn't so very little, only I never
+thought of it again until this morning. It was about Mrs.
+Lansdale's furniture."</p>
+<p>"Indeed," I said in cold disinterest, having designed to be told
+more.</p>
+<p>"Well, Mrs. Potts thinks there may be something in it."</p>
+<p>His effort was to seem significant, but those things are apt to
+fail with me.</p>
+<p>"Oh, I see. Well, that's a good idea, Solon, but you and Mrs.
+Potts are slow. Billy Durgin had the same idea last summer while
+the furniture was being unloaded. He took a good look at some of
+those old pieces, and he confided to me in strict secrecy that
+there were probably missing wills and rolls of banknotes hidden
+away in them. It seems that they're the kind that have secret
+drawers. Billy knows a case where a man touched a spring and found
+thirty thousand dollars in a secret drawer, 'and from there,' as
+Billy says, 'he fled to Australia.' So you can see it's been
+thought of. Of course I've never spoken of it, because I promised
+Billy not to,&mdash;but there's nothing in it."</p>
+<p>"Bosh!" said Solon.</p>
+<p>"Of course it's bosh. I could have told Billy that, but some way
+I always feel tender about his illusions. You may be sure I've
+learned enough of the Lansdale family to know that no member of it
+ever hid any real money&mdash;money that would
+<i>spend</i>&mdash;and there hasn't been a will missing for at
+least six generations."</p>
+<p>"Bosh again!" said Solon. "It isn't secret drawers!"</p>
+<p>"No? What then?"</p>
+<p>"Well,&mdash;it's worse&mdash;and more of it."</p>
+<p>"Is that all you have to say?" I asked as he stood up.</p>
+<p>"Well, that's all I can say now. We must use common sense in
+these matters. But&mdash;Mrs. Potts has written!" With this cryptic
+utterance he stalked out.</p>
+<p>There had been little need to caution me to secrecy. I was not
+tempted to speak. Had I known any debtor of Miss Caroline's who
+would have taken "Mrs. Potts has written" in payment of his
+account, it might have been otherwise.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH21">CHAPTER XXI</a></h2>
+<center>LITTLE ARCADY IS GRIEVOUSLY SHAKEN</center>
+<p>Mrs. Potts had written. I had Solon's word for it; but that
+which followed the writing will not cease within this generation or
+the next to be an affair of the most baffling mystery to our town
+folk. Me, also, it amazed; though my emotion was chiefly concerned
+with those gracious effects which the gods continued to manage from
+that apparently meaningless sojourn of J. Rodney Potts among
+us.</p>
+<p>Superficially it was a thing of utter fortuity. Actually it was
+a masterpiece of cunning calculation, a thing which clear-visioned
+persons might see to bristle with intention on every side.</p>
+<p>Years after that innocent encounter between an adventurous negro
+and an amiable human derelict in the streets of a far
+city,&mdash;those two atoms shaken into contact while the gods
+affected to be engaged with weightier matters,&mdash;the cultured
+widow of that derelict recalled the name of a gentleman in the East
+who was accustomed to buy tall clocks and fiddle-backed chairs, in
+her native New England, paying prices therefor to make one, in that
+conservative locality, rich beyond the dreams of avarice,
+almost.</p>
+<p>Such was the cleverly devised circumstance that now intervened
+between my neighbor and an indigence distressing to think about. It
+was as if, in the game, a red four which one had neglected to "play
+up" should actually permit victory after an intricate series of
+disasters, by providing a temporary resting-place for a black trey,
+otherwise fatally obstructive, causing the player to marvel afresh
+at that last fateful but apparently chance shuffle.</p>
+<p>A week after Mrs. Potts had written, the gentleman who received
+her letter registered as "Hyman Cohen, New York, N.Y.," at the City
+Hotel. From his manner of speech when he inquired for the Lansdale
+home it was seen that he seemed to be a German.</p>
+<p>When Miss Caroline received him a little later, he asked
+abruptly about furniture, and she, in some astonishment, showed him
+what she had, even to that crowded into dark rooms and out of
+use.</p>
+<p>He examined it carelessly and remarked that it was the worst lot
+that he had ever seen.</p>
+<p>This did not surprise Miss Caroline in the least, though she
+thought the gentleman's candor exceptional. Little Arcady's
+opinion, which she knew to tally with his, had always come to her
+more circuitously.</p>
+<p>The strange gentleman then asked Miss Caroline, not too
+urbanely, if she had expected him to come all the way from New York
+to look at such cheap stuff. Miss Caroline assured him quite
+honestly that she had expected nothing of the sort, and intimated
+that her regret for his coming surpassed his own, even if it must
+remain more obscurely worded. She indicated that the interview was
+at an end.</p>
+<p>The strange gentleman arose also, but as Clem was about to close
+the door after him, he offered Miss Caroline one hundred and fifty
+dollars for "the lot," observing again that it was worthless stuff,
+but that in "this business" a man had to take chances. Miss
+Caroline declined to notice this, having found that there was
+something in the gentleman's manner which she did not like, and he
+went down the path revealing annoyance in the shrug of his
+shoulders and the sidewise tilt of his head.</p>
+<p>To Mrs. Lansdale's unaffected regret, and amazement as well, the
+gentleman returned the following morning to say that he was about
+to leave for New York, but that he would actually pay one hundred
+and seventy-eight dollars for the stuff. This was at least
+twenty-two dollars more than it could possibly be worth, but the
+gentleman had an unfortunate passion for such things. Miss Caroline
+bowed, and called Clem as she left the room.</p>
+<p>The gentleman returned the morning of the third day to close the
+deal. He said he had missed his train on the previous day, and
+being a superstitious man he regarded that as an augury of evil.
+Nevertheless he had resolved to take the stuff even at a price that
+was ruinous. He unfolded two hundred dollars in the presence of
+Clem, and wished to know if he might send a wagon at once. Clem
+brought back word from Miss Caroline, who had declined to appear,
+that the strange gentleman would oblige her by ceasing his
+remarkable intrusions. Whereupon the gentleman had said: "Oh, very
+<i>well</i>! Then I go!"</p>
+<p>But he went no farther than the City Hotel; and here one may
+note a further contrivance of indirection on the part of our
+attending Fates.</p>
+<p>From the evening train of that day the 'bus brought another
+strange gentleman, of an Eastern manner, but somewhat neater of
+dress than the first one and speaking with an accent much less
+obtrusive. This gentleman wrote "James Walsingham Price, N.Y.," on
+the register, called for a room with a bath, ordered "coffee and
+rolls" to be sent there at eight-thirty the next morning, and then
+asked to see the "dinner card."</p>
+<p>After mine host, Jake Kilburn, had been made to understand what
+"dinner card" meant, he made Mr. James Walsingham Price understand
+that there was no dinner card. This being clear at last, the
+newcomer said: "Oh, <i>very</i> well! Then just give my order to
+the head-waiter, will you&mdash;there's a good chap&mdash;a cup of
+consomm&eacute;, a bit of fish, a bird of some sort, broiled, I
+fancy,&mdash;er&mdash;potatoes <i>au gratin</i>, a green salad of
+some kind,&mdash;serve that with the bird,&mdash;a piece of
+Camembert, if it's in good condition, any <i>entremet</i> you have
+and a <i>demi-tasse</i>. I'll mix the salad dressing myself, tell
+him,&mdash;oh, yes&mdash;and a pint of Chambertin if you've
+something you can recommend."</p>
+<p>Billy Durgin, scrutinizing the newcomer in a professional way,
+told me afterwards that Jake Kilburn "batted his eyes" during this
+strange speech and replied to it, "like a man coming
+to"&mdash;"supper in twenty minutes," after which he pounded a bell
+furiously and then himself showed his new and puzzling guest to a
+room&mdash;but not a room "with a bath," be it understood, for a
+most excellent reason.</p>
+<p>Billy Durgin was excited half an hour later by noting the
+behavior of the first strange gentleman from the East as his eyes
+fell upon this second. He threw both hands into the air, where they
+engaged in rapid horizontal shakings from his pliant wrists, and in
+hushed gutturals exclaimed, "My God, my God!" in his own fashion of
+speech, which was reproduced admirably for me by my informant.
+Billy was thus confirmed in his earlier belief that the first
+strange gentleman was a house-breaker badly wanted somewhere, and
+he now surmised that the newcomer must be a detective on his trail.
+But a close watch on their meeting, a little later in the evening,
+seemed to contradict this engaging hypothesis. The second stranger
+emerged from the dining room, where he had been served with supper,
+and as he shut the door of that banqueting hall, Billy, standing
+by, heard him, too, call upon his Maker. He called only once, but
+it was in a voice so full of feeling as to make Billy suspect that
+he was remembering something unpleasant.</p>
+<p>At this point the newcomer had glanced up to behold the first
+strange gentleman, and Billy held his breath, expecting to witness
+a sensational capture. To his unspeakable disgust the supposed
+sleuth grinned affably at his supposed quarry and said: "Ah, Hyman!
+Is the stuff any good?"</p>
+<p>"How did you find it out?" asked the first strange
+gentleman.</p>
+<p>The other smiled winningly. "Why, I dropped into your place the
+other day, and that beautiful daughter-in-law of yours mentioned
+incidentally where you'd gone and what for. She's a good soul,
+Hyman, bright, and as chatty as she can be."</p>
+<p>"Ach! That Malke! She goes back right off to De Lancey Street,
+where she belongs," said the first stranger, plainly irritated.</p>
+<p>"How did you find the stuff, Hyman?"</p>
+<p>"Have you et your supper yet?"</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;'tisn't Kosher, is it? How did you find the
+stuff?"</p>
+<p>"No, it ain't Kosher&mdash;nothing ain't Kosher!"</p>
+<p>"It's a devilish sight worse, though. How did you find the
+stuff, Hyman?"</p>
+<p>The one called Hyman here seemed to despair of putting off this
+query.</p>
+<p>"No good! No good!&mdash;not a decent piece in the lot! I pledge
+you my word as a gentleman I wouldn't pay the freight on it to
+Fourth Avenue!" Billy remarked that the gentleman said "pletch" for
+pledge and "afanoo" for avenue.</p>
+<p>The second stranger, hearing this, at once became strangely
+cheerful and insisted upon shaking hands with the first one.</p>
+<p>"Fine, Hyman, fine! I'm delighted to hear you say so. Your words
+lift a load of doubt from my mind. It came to me in there just now
+that I might be incurring that supper for nothing but my sins!"</p>
+<p>"Have your choke," said Hyman, a little bitterly.</p>
+<p>"I have, Hyman, I have had my 'choke'!" said James Walsingham
+Price, with a glance of disrelish toward the dining room.</p>
+<p>It seemed clear to Billy Durgin, who reported this interview to
+me in a manner of able realism, that these men were both crooks of
+the first water.</p>
+<p>Billy at once polished his star and cleaned and oiled his new
+32-caliber "bull-dog." The promise of work ahead for the right man
+loomed more brightly than ever before in his exciting career.</p>
+<p>While I discussed with Miss Caroline, that evening, the
+unpleasant mystery of her late caller, there came a note from him
+by messenger. He offered six hundred and twenty-one dollars for her
+furniture, the sum being written in large letters, so that it had
+the effect of being shouted from the page. He further expressed a
+wish to close the deal within the half hour, as he must leave town
+on the night train.</p>
+<p>Had Miss Caroline been alone, she might have fallen. Even I was
+staggered, but not beyond recovery. The messenger bore back, at my
+suggestion, a refusal of the offer and a further refusal to
+consider any more offers that evening. There was indicated a need
+for calm daylight consideration, and a face-to-face meeting with
+this variable Mr. Cohen.</p>
+<p>"But he leaves on the night train," said Miss Caroline. "It may
+be our last chance, and six hundred dollars is&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"He only says he leaves," I responded. "And for three days, at
+least, Mr. Cohen seems to have been grossly misinformed about his
+own movements. Perhaps he's deceived himself again."</p>
+<p>At eight o'clock the following morning Clem served my breakfast
+for the first time since his illness, and I approached it with
+thanksgiving for his recovery.</p>
+<p>A knock at the door took him from me just as he had poured the
+first cup of real coffee I had seen for nearly three months. He
+came back with the card of one James Walsingham Price, whom I did
+not know; whereas I did know the coffee.</p>
+<p>"Fetch him here," I said. "He can't expect me to leave this
+coffee, whoever he is."</p>
+<p>Into my dining room was then ushered a tall, smartly dressed,
+smooth-faced man of perhaps middle age, with yellowish hair
+compactly plastered to his head. He became, I thought, suddenly
+alert as he crossed my threshold. I arose to greet him.</p>
+<p>"This is&mdash;" I had to glance at the card.</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;and you're Major Blake? I regret to disturb you,
+Major,"&mdash;here his glance rested blankly upon the rich
+golden-brown surface of Clem's omelette, and it seemed to me that
+the thread of his intention was broken for an instant by a fit of
+absentmindedness. He resumed his speech only after an appreciable
+pause, as if the omelette had reminded him of something.</p>
+<p>"The hour is untimely, but I'm told that you're a friend of a
+Mrs. Lansdale, who has some pieces of Colonial furniture she wishes
+to let go. I wondered, you know, if you'd be good enough to
+introduce me. I rather thought some such formality might be
+advisable&mdash;I understand that a shark named Cohen has already
+approached her."</p>
+<p>Even as he spoke I recalled that Mr. Cohen's face, in profile,
+might provoke the vision of a shark to a person of lively
+imagination.</p>
+<p>"I shall be glad," I said, "to present you to Mrs.
+Lansdale."</p>
+<p>Again had my caller's glance trailed across the breakfast table,
+where the omelette, the muffins, and the coffee-urn waited. The
+glance was politely unnoting, but in it there yet lurked, far back,
+the unmistakable quality of a caress. In an instant I remembered,
+and, with a pang of sympathy, I became his hungered brother.</p>
+<p>"By the way, Mr. Price, are you staying at the City Hotel?"</p>
+<p>"The man said it was the only place, you know."</p>
+<p>"You had breakfast there this morning?" He bowed his assent
+eloquently, I thought.</p>
+<p>"Then by all means sit down and have breakfast."</p>
+<p>"Oh, <i>really</i>, no&mdash;by <i>no</i> means&mdash;I assure
+you I'd a capital breakfast&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Clem!"</p>
+<p>Clem placed a chair, into which Mr. Price dropped without loss
+of time, though protesting with polished vehemence against the
+imposition.</p>
+<p>His eyes shone, nevertheless, as Clem set a cup of coffee at his
+elbow and brought a plate.</p>
+<p>"May I ask when you arrived?" I questioned.</p>
+<p>"Only last evening."</p>
+<p>"Then you dined at the City Hotel?"</p>
+<p>"Major Blake, I will be honest with you&mdash;I <i>did!</i>"</p>
+<p>"Clem, another omelette, quick&mdash;but first fetch some
+oranges, then put on a lot more of that Virginia ham and mix up
+some waffles, too. Hurry along!"</p>
+<p>"Really, you are very good, Major."</p>
+<p>"Not that," I answered modestly; "I've merely eaten at the City
+Hotel." But I doubt if he heard, for he lovingly inhaled the aroma
+of his coffee with half-shut eyes.</p>
+<p>"I am delighted to have met you," he said. "If ever you come to
+New York&mdash;" He tore himself from the omelette long enough to
+scribble the name of a club on the card by my plate.</p>
+<p>"I rarely crave more than coffee and a roll in the morning," he
+continued, after the second omelette, the ham, the waffles, and
+more coffee had been consumed. "I fancy it's your bracing air."</p>
+<p>I fancied it was only the City Hotel, but I did not revert to
+that.</p>
+<p>When at last Mr. Price lighted a cigar which I had procured at
+an immense distance from Slocum County, he spoke of furniture, also
+of Cohen.</p>
+<p>Beheld through the romantic mist of after-breakfast, Cohen was,
+perhaps, not wholly a shark; at least not more than any dealer in
+old furniture. Really, they were almost forced to be sharks. It was
+not in the nature of the business that they should lead honest
+lives. Mere collectors&mdash;of which class my guest was&mdash;were
+bad enough. Still, if you could catch a collector in one of his
+human moments&mdash;</p>
+<p>He blew forth the smoke of my cigar with a relish so poignant
+that I suspected he had already tried one of Jake Kilburn's best,
+the kind concerning which Jake feels it considerate to warn
+purchasers that they are "five cents, straight" and <i>not</i> six
+for a quarter. I saw that if the collector before me were subject
+to human moments, he must be suffering one now. So, while he
+smoked, I told him freely of Miss Caroline, of her furniture and
+her plight.</p>
+<p>He commended the tale.</p>
+<p>"One of the best I ever heard," he declared. "Only, if you'll
+pardon me, it sounds too good to be true. It sounds, indeed, like a
+'plant,'&mdash;fine old Southern family, impoverished by
+war&mdash;faithful body-servant&mdash;old Colonial mansion
+despoiled of its heirlooms&mdash;rare opportunities for the
+collector. Really, Major, you should see some of the stuff that was
+landed on me when I began, years ago, with a story almost as good.
+Reproductions, every piece of it, with as fine an imitation of
+worm-eaten backs as you could ever wish to see."</p>
+<p>I had never wished to see any worm-eaten backs whatever, but I
+sought to betray regret that I had not encountered this surpassing
+lot of them.</p>
+<p>"Of course," he continued, "you will understand that I am
+speaking now as a hardened collector, whose life is beset with
+pitfalls and with gins&mdash;not as a starved wretch to the saver
+of his life."</p>
+<p>"You shall see the stuff," I said.</p>
+<p>"Oh, by all means, and the quicker the better. Cohen is waiting
+at the hotel for me now&mdash;at the foot of the front stairway,
+and he may suspect any minute that I was mean enough to slink down
+the back stairs and out through an alley. In fact, I'm rather
+excited at the prospect of seeing that furniture&mdash;Cohen
+condemned it so bitterly."</p>
+<p>"He sent an offer of six hundred dollars for it last night," I
+said. Hereupon my guest became truly excited.</p>
+<p>"He <i>did</i>&mdash;six hundred&mdash;<i>Cohen</i> did? I don't
+wish to be rude, old chap, but would you mind hastening? That is
+more eloquent than all your story."</p>
+<p>For half an hour, notwithstanding his eagerness, Mr. James
+Walsingham Price succumbed to the manner of Miss Caroline. Noting
+the lack of compunction with which she played upon him before my
+very eyes, I divined that the late Colonel Lansdale had not found
+the need of pistols entirely done away with even by the sacrament
+of marriage.</p>
+<p>Not until Clem announced "Mr. Cohen" did the self-confessed
+collector cease to be a man.</p>
+<p>"Not at home," said Miss Caroline, crisply. Price grinned with
+appreciation and fell to examining the furniture in strange
+ways.</p>
+<p>It was a busy day for him, but I could see that he found it
+enjoyable, and strangely was it borne in upon me that Miss
+Caroline's ancient stuff was in some sense desirable.</p>
+<p>More than once did Price permit some sign of emotion to be read
+in his face&mdash;as when the sixth chair of a certain set was at
+last found supporting a water-pail in the kitchen. The house was
+not large, but it was crowded, and Price was frankly surprised at
+the number of things it held.</p>
+<p>At six o'clock he went to dine with me, Miss Caroline having
+told him that I was authorized to act for her on any proposal he
+might have to make.</p>
+<p>"You have saved me again," he said warmly, in the midst of
+Clem's dinner. "I assure you, Major, that hotel is infamous. I'm
+surprised, you know, that something isn't done about it by the
+authorities."</p>
+<p>I had to confess that the City Hotel was very highly regarded by
+most of our citizens.</p>
+<p>Again, after a brief interval of stupefaction, did James
+Walsingham Price call upon his Maker. "And yet," he murmured, "we
+are spending millions annually to impose mere theology upon savages
+far less benighted. Think for a moment what a tithe of that money
+would do for these poor people. Take the matter of green salads
+alone&mdash;to say nothing of soups&mdash;don't you have so simple
+a thing as lettuce here?"</p>
+<p>"We do," I said, "but it's regarded as a trifle. They put
+vinegar and sugar on it and cut it up with their knives."</p>
+<p>My guest shuddered.</p>
+<p>"I dare say it's hopeless, but I shall always be glad to
+remember that <i>you</i> exist away from your City Hotel."</p>
+<p>Thus did we reach the coffee and some cognac which the late L.Q.
+Peavey had gifted me with by the hands of his estimable
+kinswoman.</p>
+<p>"And now to business," said my guest. His whimsical gray eyes
+had become studious and detached from our surroundings. He had a
+generous mouth, which he seemed habitually to sew up in a
+close-drawn seam, but this would suddenly and pleasantly rip in
+moments of forgetfulness. Being the collector at this moment, the
+mouth was tightly stitched.</p>
+<p>"Let me begin this way," he said. "There are exactly six pieces
+in that house that will prevent my being honest so long as they are
+not mine. I am not unmindful of your succor, Major. I'll prove that
+to you if you look me up in town,&mdash;send me a wire and a room
+shall be waiting for you,&mdash;and I am enraptured by that small
+and lively brown lady. Nevertheless I shall remain a collector and,
+humanly speaking, an ingrate, a wolf, a caitiff, until those six
+articles are mine. Make them mine, and for the remainder of that
+stuff you shall have the benefit of an experience that has been of
+incredible cost. Accept my figure, and I promise you as man to man
+to de-Cohenize myself utterly."</p>
+<p>"They are yours," I said&mdash;"what are they and what is the
+figure? Clem&mdash;Mr. Price's glass."</p>
+<p>"There&mdash;you disarm me. One bit of haggling or hesitation
+might have hardened me even now; the serpent within me would have
+lifted its head and struck. But you have saved yourself&mdash;and
+very well for that! The articles are those six ball-and-claw-foot
+chairs with violin backs. I will pay fifty dollars apiece for
+those. Remember&mdash;it is the voice of Cohen. The chairs are
+worth more&mdash;some day they'll fetch twice that; but, really, I
+must throw a sop to that collector-Cerberus within me. He's
+entitled to something. He had the wit to fetch me here."</p>
+<p>"The chairs are yours," I said, wondering if I had not mistaken
+his offer, but determining not to betray this.</p>
+<p>"A little memorandum of sale, if you please&mdash;and I'll give
+you my check. That larger sideboard would also have stood in the
+way, but those glass handles aren't the originals."</p>
+<p>The formality was soon despatched, and my curious friend became
+truly human.</p>
+<p>"Now, Blake, this is from the grateful wretch whose life you
+have not only saved but enriched. Well, there's an excellent lot of
+stuff there. I've got the pick, from a collector's
+standpoint&mdash;though not from a money valuation. I can't tell
+what it will bring, but enough to put our youngish old friend easy
+for some time to come. You box it up, as much as she wants to let
+go, and send it to the Empire Auction Rooms&mdash;here's the card.
+They're plain auction-room people, you understand,&mdash;wouldn't
+hesitate to rob you in a genteel, auction way,&mdash;but I'll be
+there and see that they don't. Some of those other pieces I may
+want, but I'll take a bidding chance on them like a man, and I'll
+watch the whole thing through and see that it's straight."</p>
+<p>Billy Durgin told me that Cohen and James Walsingham Price left
+on the night train going East. Billy noticed that Cohen seemed
+morose, and heard him exclaim something that sounded like "Goniff!"
+under his breath, as Price turned away from him after a brief
+chat.</p>
+<p>For Little Arcady the appalling wonder was still to dawn. Load
+after load of the despised furniture went into freight-cars, until
+the home of Miss Caroline was only comfortably furnished. This was
+sensational enough&mdash;that the things should be thought worth
+shipping about the country with freights so high.</p>
+<p>But after a few weeks came tales that atrophied
+belief&mdash;tales corroborated by a printed catalogue and by
+certain deposits of money in our bank to the account of Miss
+Caroline. That six wretched chairs, plain to ugliness, had sold for
+three hundred dollars spread consternation. The plain old sideboard
+for a hundred and ten dollars only fed the flames. But there had
+been sold what the catalogue described as "A Colonial sofa with
+carved dolphin arms, winged claw feet, and carved back" for two
+hundred and ten dollars, and after that the emotions aroused in
+Little Arcady were difficult to classify. Upon that very sofa most
+of the ladies of Little Arcady had sat to pity Miss Caroline for
+being "lumbered" with it. Again, a "Colonial highboy, hooded,"
+recalled as an especially awkward thing, and "five mahogany side
+chairs" had gone for three hundred and eighty dollars. A
+"Heppelwhite mahogany armchair," remembered for its faded red
+satin, had veritably brought one hundred and sixty dollars; and a
+carved rosewood screen, said to be of Empire design, but a shabby
+thing, had sold astonishingly for ninety dollars. A "Hogarth
+chair-back settee" for two hundred and ten dollars, and "four
+Hogarth side chairs" for three hundred and fifteen dollars only
+darkened our visions still further. Some of us had known that
+Hogarth was an artist, but not that he had found time from his
+drawing to make furniture. Of Heppelwhite we had heard not at all,
+although twelve arm-chairs said to be his had been by some one
+thought to be worth around seven hundred dollars. Nor of any
+Sheraton did we know, though one of his sideboards and a "pair of
+Sheraton knife urns" fetched the incredible sum of five hundred and
+fifty dollars. Chippendale was another name unfamiliar in Slocum
+County, but Chippendale, it seemed, had once made a wing book-case
+which was now worth two hundred and forty dollars of some
+enthusiast's money. After that a Chippendale settee for a hundred
+and forty dollars and an "Empire table with 1830 base" for
+ninety-three dollars seemed the merest trifles of this insane
+outbreak.</p>
+<p>The amount netted by the late owner of these things was reported
+with various exaggerations, which I never saw any good reason to
+correct. As I have said, the thing was, and promises to remain
+forever in Little Arcady, a phenomenon to be explained by no known
+natural laws. For a long time our ladies were too aghast even to
+marvel at it intelligibly. When Aunt Delia McCormick in my hearing
+said, "Well, now, what a world this is!" and Mrs. Westley Keyts
+answered, "That's very <i>true!</i>" I knew they referred to the
+Lansdale furniture. It was typical of the prevailing
+stupefaction.</p>
+<p>"It seems that a collector <i>may</i> be a gentleman," said Miss
+Caroline, "but Mr. Cohen wasn't even a collector!"</p>
+<p>Then I told her the considerable sum now to her credit. She drew
+a long breath and said, "<i>Now!</i>" and Clem, who stood by,
+almost cried, "<i>Now</i>, Little Miss!"</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><img width="50%" src="images/illp281.png" alt=
+"THE BOOK OF LITTLE MISS." /></p>
+<center><h4>"THE BOOK OF LITTLE MISS."</h4></center>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH22">CHAPTER XXII</a></h2>
+<center>THE TIME OF DREAMS</center>
+<p>I had Clem to myself for a time. Little Miss, it seemed, was not
+yet rugged enough for travel into the far Little Country. Nor was
+she at once to be convinced that she might safely leave her work. I
+suspect that she had found cause in the past to rank her mother
+with Clem as a weigher and disburser of moneys. I noticed that she
+chose to accept Miss Caroline's earliest letters about their good
+fortune with a sort of half-tolerant attention, as an elder listens
+to the wonder-tales of an imaginative child, or as I had long
+listened to Clem's own dreamy-eyed recital of the profits already
+his from "brillions" of chickens not yet come even to the egg-stage
+of their careers.</p>
+<p>Not until Miss Caroline had ceased from large and beauteous
+phrases about "the great good fortune that has befallen us in the
+strangest manner"&mdash;not until she descended to actual,
+dumfounding figures with powerful little dollar-marks back of them,
+did her daughter seem to permit herself the sweet alarms of hope.
+Even in that moment she did not forget that she knew her own
+mother, for she took the precaution to elicit a confirmatory letter
+from her mother's attorney, under guise of thanking him for the
+friendly interest he had "ever manifested" in the welfare of the
+Lansdales.</p>
+<p>It occurred to me that Little Miss had been endowed, either by
+nature or experience, with a marked distrust of mere seemings. The
+impression conveyed to me by her unenthusiastic though skilfully
+polite letter was of one who had formed the habit of doubting
+beyond her years. These I judged to be twenty-eight or thereabouts,
+while her powers of restraint under provocation to believe savored
+of more years than even her mother could claim. I had myself been
+compelled to note the value of negative views, save in that inner
+and lonely world where I abode of nights and Sundays; I, too, had
+proved the wisdom of much doubting as to actual, literal events;
+but Little Miss was making me think of myself as almost
+raw-and-twenty credulous. In a lawyer's letter of formal
+conciseness, devoid of humanities, maintaining to the end an
+atmosphere of unemotional fact and figure that descended not even
+to conventional felicitations upon the result, I therefore
+acquainted Little Miss with the situation. So nearly perfect was
+this letter that it caused her to refer to me, in a later
+communication to Miss Caroline, as "your dry-and-dusty
+counting-machine of a lawyer, who doubtless considers the
+multiplication table as a cycle of sonnets." That, after I had
+merely determined to meet her palpable needs and had signed myself
+her obedient servant!</p>
+<p>But I had convinced her. She admitted as much in words almost
+joyous, so that Miss Caroline went to be with her&mdash;to fetch
+her when she should be strong enough for the adventure of
+travel.</p>
+<p>There were three weeks of my neighbor's absence&mdash;three
+weeks in which Clem "cleaned house", polished the battered silver,
+"neated" the rooms, and tried to arrange the remaining furniture so
+that it would look like a great deal of furniture indeed; three
+weeks in which Little Arcady again decked itself with June garlands
+and seemed not, at first glance, to belie its rather pretentious
+name; three weeks when I studied a calendar which impassively
+averred that I was thirty-five, a mirror which added weight to that
+testimony, and the game which taught me with some freshness at each
+failure that the greater game it symbolizes is not meant to be
+won&mdash;only to be played forever with as eager a zest, as daring
+a hope, as if victory were sure.</p>
+<p>The season at hand found me in sore need of this teaching. It
+was then that errant impulse counselled rebellion against the
+decrees of calendar and looking-glass. If vatted wine in dark
+cellars turns in its bed and mutters seethingly at this time, in a
+mysterious, intuitive sympathy with the blossoming grape, a man
+free and above ground, with eyes to behold that miracle, may hardly
+hope to escape an answering thrill to its call.</p>
+<p>Wherefore I played the game diligently, torn by the need of its
+higher lessons. And at last I was well instructed by it, as all may
+be who approach it thus, above a trivial lust for winning.</p>
+<p>Two of us played in that provocative June. One was myself, alert
+for auspicious falls of the cards, yet stoical and undepressed when
+a deal promising to be almost too easy for interest was suddenly
+blocked by some trifling card. Thus was I schooled to expectations
+of a wise shallowness, not so deep but that they might be overrun
+by the moderate flow of human happiness. Thus one learned to expect
+little under much wanting, and to find his most certain profit in
+observing the freshness of those devices which left him frustrated.
+Jim, the other player of us, chased gluttonous robins on the lawn,
+ever with an indifferent success, but with as undimmed a faith, as
+fatuous a certainty, as the earliest of gods could have wished to
+see. And between us we achieved a conviction that the greater game
+is worth playing, even when one has discovered its terrific
+percentage of failures.</p>
+<p>I was not unpleased to be alone during this period of discipline
+when my soul was perforce purged of its troublesome ferments. It
+was well that my neighbor should have gone where she might distract
+me never so little.</p>
+<p>For it was at the season when Nature brews the irresistible
+philter. Always, I resolved to forego it like a man; always, like a
+man, I was overborne by the ancient longing, the formless "heimweh"
+that haunts the hearts of the unmated, and which in my own case
+made short work of stoic resolutions. And, since the game had
+taught me that yielding&mdash;where opposition is fated to avail
+not&mdash;is graceful in proportion to its readiness, I surrendered
+as quietly as might be.</p>
+<p>One woman face had been wholly mine for hidden cherishing
+through all the years. A woman face, be it understood, not the face
+of a woman. At first it had been that; but with the years it had
+lost the lines that made it but that one. Imperceptibly, it had
+taken on an alien, vague softness that but increased its charm
+while diminishing its power to hurt.</p>
+<p>It brought me now only a pensive pleasure and no feeling more
+acute. It was my ashes of roses, the music of my first love, its
+poignancies softened by time and memory into an ineffable, faint
+melody; it was the moon that drenched my bygone youth with
+wonder-light&mdash;a dream-face, exquisite as running water,
+unfolding flowers and those other sweets that poets try in vain to
+entangle in the meshes of word and rhythm.</p>
+<p>This was the face my fancy brought to go with me into every June
+garden of familiar surprises. All of which meant that I was a poor
+thing of clay and many dolors, who still perversely made himself
+believe that somewhere between him and God was the one woman,
+breathing and conscious, perhaps even longing. More plainly, it
+meant that I was a man whose gift for self-fooling promised ably to
+survive his hair. Gravitation would presently pull down my
+shoulders, my face would flaunt "the wrinkled spoils of age", my
+voice would waver ominously, and I should forfeit the dignities
+befitting even this decay by still playing childish games of belief
+with some foolish dog. I would be a village "character" of the sort
+that is justly said to "dodder." And the judicious would shun
+observation by me, or, if it befell them, would affect an intense
+preoccupation lest I halt and dodder to them of a past
+unromantically barren.</p>
+<p>There were moments in which I made no doubt of all this. But I
+fought them off as foolishly as did Jim his own intervals of clear
+seeing. Sometimes in a half doze he breathes a long, almost human
+sigh of perfect and despairing comprehension, as if the whole dead
+weight of his race's history flashed upon him; as if the woful
+failure of his species to achieve anything worth while, and the
+daily futilities of himself as an individual dog were suddenly
+revealed. In such instants he knows, perhaps, that there is little
+reward in being a dog, unless you cheat yourself by believing more
+than the facts warrant. But presently he is up to dash at a bird,
+with a fine forgetfulness, quite as startled by the trick of flight
+as in his first days. And I, envying him his gift of credulity,
+weakly strive for it.</p>
+<p>As I have said, I had noted that in these free dreamings of mine
+the painted face above my neighbor's mantel seemed to have had a
+place long before I looked upon its actual lines. This perplexed me
+not a little; that the face should seem to have been familiar
+before I had seen it&mdash;the portrait, that it should have
+blended with and then almost replaced another's, so that now the
+woman face I saw was eloquent of two, though fittingly harmonized
+in itself. Must I lay to the philter's magic this audacious notion;
+that the face of Little Miss had tangibly come to me in some night
+of the mind? Sober, I was loath to commit this absurdity; but
+breasting drunkenly that tide of dreams, it ceased to be
+absurd.</p>
+<p>And so I had plunged into the current again one early evening
+when the growing things seemed to have stopped reluctantly for
+rest, when the robins had fluted of their household duties the last
+time for the day, and when only the songs of children at a game
+were brought to me from a neighboring yard.</p>
+<p>Unconsciously my thoughts fell into the rhythm of this song,
+with the result that I presently listened to catch its
+words&mdash;faint, childish, laughing, yet musical in the scented
+dusk:&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"King William was King James's son and from the royal race he
+sprung;<br />
+Upon his breast he wore a star that showed the royal points of
+war.<br />
+Go choose your east and choose your west, and choose the one that
+you love best.<br />
+If she's not here to take your part, go choose another with all
+your heart.<br />
+Down on this carpet you must kneel, low as the grass grows in yon
+field.<br />
+Salute your bride and kiss her sweet, and then arise upon your
+feet."</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>The sentiment was ill suited to my own at the moment, but the
+raw-voiced little singers appealed to my ears not unpleasantly.
+Again the verse came&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"If she's not here to take your part&mdash;go choose another
+with all your heart!"</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>I heard wheels then, nearer than the singing,&mdash;the clumsy
+rumble of our big yellow 'bus. Voices were borne to
+me,&mdash;Clem's voice, Miss Caroline's and another not like her's,
+a voice firmer, yet a dusky-warm woman's voice. That was all I
+could think of at the time: perhaps the night suggested it; they
+had qualities in common. It was a woman's voice, but a determined
+woman's. I knew of course that Little Miss had come. But also I
+knew at once&mdash;this being her voice&mdash;that it would not be
+in my power to call her Little Miss.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH23">CHAPTER XXIII</a></h2>
+<center>THE STRAIN OF PEAVEY</center>
+<p>It was too true that I could not call her "Little Miss," as I
+had lightly called her mother "Miss Caroline" at our first
+encounter. Of a dusky pallor was Miss Lansdale when I first beheld
+her under the night of her hair. As the waning light showed me her,
+I thought of a blossomed young sloe tree in her own far valley of
+the Old Dominion. Closer to her I could note only that she was dark
+but fair, for observations of this character became, for some
+reason, impracticable in her immediate presence.</p>
+<p>She greeted me kindly, as her mother's lawyer; she was cordial
+to me a moment, as her mother's friend; but later, when these debts
+of civility had been duly paid, when we had gone from the outer
+dusk into candle light, she favored me only with occasional glances
+of the mildest curiosity, in which was neither kindness nor
+cordiality. Not that these had given way to their opposites; they
+were simply not there. Not the faintest hint of unfriendliness
+could I detect. Miss Lansdale had merely detached herself into a
+magnificent void of disinterest, from the centre of which she
+surveyed me without prejudice in moments when her glance could not
+be better occupied.</p>
+<p>I have caught much the same look in the eyes of twelve bored
+jurymen who were, nevertheless, bound to give my remarks their
+impartial attention. Sometimes one may know from the look of these
+twelve that one's case is already as good as lost; or, at least,
+that an opinion has been reached which new and important testimony
+will be required to change.</p>
+<p>It occurred to me as my call wore on that I caught even a hint
+of this prejudgment in the eyes of the young woman. It put me
+sorely at a disadvantage, for I knew not what I was expected to
+prove; knew not if I were on trial as her mother's lawyer, her
+mother's friend, or as a mere man. The latter seemed improbable as
+an offence, for was not my judge a daughter of Miss Caroline? And
+yet, strangely enough, I came to think that this must be my
+offence&mdash;that I was a man. She made me feel this in her
+careless, incidental glances, her manner of turning briskly from me
+to address her mother with a warmer show of interest than I had
+been able to provoke.</p>
+<p>It seemed, indeed, opportune to remember at the moment that,
+while this alleged Little Miss was the daughter of Miss Caroline,
+she was likewise&mdash;and even more palpably, as I could note by
+fugitive swift glimpses of her face&mdash;the daughter of a
+gentleman whose metal had been often tried; one who had won his
+reputation as much by self-possession under difficulties as by the
+militant spirit that incurred them.</p>
+<p>"Kate has little of the Peavey in her,&mdash;she is every inch a
+Lansdale," Miss Caroline found occasion to say; while I, thus
+provided with an excuse to look, remarked to myself that her
+inches, while not excessive, were unusually meritorious.</p>
+<p>"Worse than that&mdash;she's a Jere Lansdale," was my response,
+though I tactfully left it unuttered for an "Indeed?" that seemed
+less emotional. I could voice my deeper conviction not more
+explicitly than by saying further to Miss Caroline, "Perhaps that
+explains why she has the effect of making her mother seem
+positively immature."</p>
+<p>"My mother <i>is</i> positively immature," remarked the
+daughter, with the air of telling something she had found out long
+since.</p>
+<p>"Then perhaps the other is the false effect," I ventured. "It is
+your mother's immaturity that makes you seem so&mdash;" I thought
+it kind to hesitate for the word, but Miss Lansdale said, again
+confidently:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Oh, but I really <i>am</i>," and this with a finality that
+seemed to close the incident.</p>
+<p>Her voice had the warm little roughness of a thrush's, which
+sings through a throat that is loosely strung with wires of soft
+gold.</p>
+<p>"In <i>my</i> day," began Miss Caroline; but here I rebelled, no
+longer perceiving any good reason to be overborne by her daughter.
+I could endure only a certain amount of that.</p>
+<p>"Your day is to-day," I interrupted, "and to-morrow and many
+to-morrows. You are a woman bereft of all her yesterdays. Let your
+daughter have had <i>her</i> day&mdash;let her have come to an
+incredible maturity. But you stay here in to-day with me. We won't
+be fit companions for her, but she shall not lack for company.
+Uncle Jerry Honeycutt is now ninety-four, and he has a splendid new
+ear-trumpet&mdash;he will be rarely diverting for Miss
+Lansdale."</p>
+<p>But the daughter remained as indifferent to taunts as she had
+been to my friendly advances. It occurred to me now that her
+self-possession was remarkable. It was little short of threatening
+if one regarded her too closely. I wondered if this could really be
+an inheritance from her well-nerved father or the result of her
+years as teacher in a finishing school for young ladies. I was
+tempted to suspect the latter, for, physically, the creature was by
+no means formidable. Perhaps an inch or two taller than her mother,
+she was of a marked slenderness; a <i>completed</i> slenderness, I
+might say&mdash;a slenderness so palpably finished as to details
+that I can only describe it as felicitous in the extreme. It seemed
+almost certain that her appearance had once been disarming, that
+the threat in her eye-flash and tilted head was a trick learned by
+contact with many young ladies who needed finishing more than they
+would admit.</p>
+<p>Of course this did not explain why Miss Lansdale should visually
+but patently disparage me at this moment. I was by no means an
+unfinished young lady, and, in any event, she should have left all
+that behind; the moment was one wherein relaxation would have been
+not only graceful but entirely safe, for she was in no manner to be
+held accountable for my conduct.</p>
+<p>Yet again and again her curious reserve congealed me back upon
+the stanch regard of Miss Caroline. My passion for that sprightly
+dame and her gracious acceptance of it were happily not to
+deteriorate under the regard of any possible daughter, however
+egregiously might we flaunt to her trained eye our need to be
+"finished."</p>
+<p>The newcomer's reserve was indeed pregnable to no assault I
+could devise. Not even did she lighten when I said to her mother,
+in open mockery of that reserve, "Well, she cost you a lot of
+furniture that was really most companionable about the house," and
+paused with a sigh betokening a regretful comparison of values.
+That lance shattered against her Lansdale shield like all the
+others.</p>
+<p>Ending my call, I felt vividly what I have elsewhere seen
+described as "the cosmic chill". The small, mighty, night-eyed,
+well-completed Miss Lansdale, with the voice of a golden jangle,
+had frozen it about me in lavish abundance.</p>
+<p>I went home to play the game, until my eyes tired so that the
+face of king, queen, and knave leered at me in defeat or simpered
+sickeningly when I was able to shape their destinies. Thrice I lost
+interestingly and with profit to my soul, and once I won, though
+without elation, for we know that little skill may be needed to win
+when the cards fall right; whereas, to lose profitably is a mark of
+supreme merit.</p>
+<p>Even after that I must have recourse to the wonted philter to
+bring sleep, the face of my vision being unaccountably the face of
+the true Little Miss before she had evolved into Miss Lansdale of
+the threatening self-possession. I refused to bother about the
+absurdity of this, for the sake of bringing sleep the sooner.</p>
+<p>I was privileged to observe the following day that my neighbor's
+daughter was still of a dusky whiteness, the baffling, shaded
+whiteness of soft new snow in a cedar thicket. Incidentally she
+partook of another quality of soft new snow&mdash;one by no means
+so incommunicable.</p>
+<p>And yet in sunlight I incurred the full, close look of her eyes,
+and no longer doubted the presence of a Peavey strain in her
+immediate ancestry. Far in their incalculable depths I saw a myriad
+of lights, brown-gold, that smouldered, ominously, even
+promisingly. It might never meet this young woman's caprice to be
+flagrantly a Peavey in my presence, but her capacity for this, if
+she chose to exercise it, I detected beyond a doubt. She was
+patently a daughter of Miss Caroline, and the cosmic chill had been
+an afterthought of her own.</p>
+<p>She did me the honor, late in the afternoon of this day, to
+occupy an easy-chair within my vined porch. She went farther. She
+affected a polite interest in myself. But her craft was crude. I
+detected at once that she had fallen in love with my dog; that she
+came not to seek me, but to follow him, who had raced joyously from
+her at his first knowledge of my home-coming.</p>
+<p>I was secretly proud of the exquisite thoroughness with which he
+now ignored her. Again and again he assured me in her very presence
+that the woman was nothing, <i>could</i> be nothing, to him. I knew
+this well enough&mdash;I needed no protestations from him; but I
+thought it was well that she should know it. I saw that he had
+probably consented to receive her addresses through a long
+afternoon, had perhaps eaten of her provender, and even behaved
+with a complaisance which could have led her to hope that some day
+she might be something to him. But I knew that he had not
+persistently faced the peril of being trampled to death by me in
+his pulpy infancy&mdash;so great his fear of our
+separation&mdash;to let a mere woman come between us at this day.
+And it was well that he should now tell her this in the plainest of
+words.</p>
+<p>The woman seemed to view me with an increased respect from that
+very moment. She tried first to bring Jim to her side by a soft
+call that almost made me tremble for his integrity. But he did not
+so much as turn his head. His eyes were for me alone. With a rubber
+shoe flung gallantly over his shoulder, he danced incitingly before
+me, praying that I would pretend to be crazed by the sight of his
+prize and seek to wrench it from him.</p>
+<p>But I pretended instead to be bored by his importunities,
+choosing to rub it in. To her who longed for his friendly
+notice,&mdash;a little throaty bark, a lift of the paw, perhaps a
+winsome laying of his head along her lap,&mdash;I affected
+indifference to his infatuation for me. I pretended always to have
+been a perfect devil of a fellow among the dogs, and professed
+loftily not to have divined the secret of my innumerable and
+unvarying conquests.</p>
+<p>"Dogs are so foolishly faithful," remarked Miss Lansdale, with
+polite acerbity.</p>
+<p>"I know it," I conceded; "that fellow thinks I am the most
+beautiful person in all the world."</p>
+<p>She said "Indeed?" with an inflection and a sweeping glance at
+me which I found charged with meaning. But I knew well enough that
+I had for all time mastered a certain measure of her difficult
+respect.</p>
+<p>"And he's such a fine dog, too," she added in a tone intended to
+convey to me the full extent of her pity for him.</p>
+<p>"I have him remarkably well trained," I said. "I can often force
+him to notice people whom I like, especially if they are clever
+enough to let him see that they like me rather well."</p>
+<p>"It would be almost worth while," she remarked with a longing
+look at Jim but none at me.</p>
+<p>"Many have found it quite so," I said, ordering Jim to charge at
+my feet, "but it's a great bore, I assure you."</p>
+<p>I needed not to be told that she envied me my power, and so deep
+and genuine appeared to be her love for him that secretly I hoped
+he would again be amiable to her during my absence on the morrow.
+The contrast of his manner on my return would further chasten
+her.</p>
+<p>From the porch we both watched her move across the little
+stretch of lawn, and, at my whispered suggestion, Jim rose to his
+feet and barked her insultingly over the last twenty feet of it. I
+was delighted to note that this induced a shamed acceleration of
+her pace and a tighter clutching of her skirts. I thought it
+important to let her know clearly and at once just who was the
+master in my own house.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH24">CHAPTER XXIV</a></h2>
+<center>THE LOYALTY OF JIM</center>
+<p>If it must be my lot to dream out a life of insubstantial
+visions, that were well. But it appeared not unreasonable that I
+should keep at least one ponderable dog by me, as an emblem of
+something I had missed through one too many shuffle of the cards
+before this big game began. Yet Miss Lansdale had clearly resolved
+to deprive my dreaming of even this slight support of realness. I
+tried always to remember, in her behalf, that she did not know the
+circumstances, and she herself very soon discovered that she did
+not know Jim. The assaults she made upon his fidelity proved her to
+be past-mistress of tactics and strategy. No possible approach to
+his heart did she leave untried. She flattered and petted, lured,
+cajoled, entreated; she menaced, commanded, stormed, raged. Drawing
+inspiration from a siege celebrated in antiquity, she sought to
+secrete her forces&mdash;not in a horse of wood, but within the
+frames of numerous fowl, picked to the bone but shredded over so
+temptingly with fugitive succulence as to have made a dog of
+feelings less fine her slave for life.</p>
+<p>It was not until the desperate woman had, in the terminology of
+Billy Durgin, been "baffled and beaten at every turn," that I could
+get into communication with her on a basis at all acceptable to a
+free-necked man. Having proved to the last resource of her
+ingenuity that Jim was more than human in his loyalty, she seemed
+disposed to admit, though grudgingly enough, that I myself might be
+not less than human to have won him so utterly. And thereafter I
+found it often practicable to associate with her on terms of
+apparent equality.</p>
+<p>She surrendered, I believe, on a day when she had thought to
+lure Jim into her boat,&mdash;fatuously, for was I not a
+distinguishable figure in the landscape? Her hopes must have been
+high, for she had but lately repleted him with chicken-bones
+divinely crunchable, and then bestowed upon him a charlotte russe,
+an unnatural taste for which she had succeeded in teaching him.</p>
+<p>With something of a swagger,&mdash;she swaggered in a rather
+starchy white dress that day, and under a garden hat of broad
+rim,&mdash;she had enticed him to the water's edge, so that I must
+have been nervous but for knowing the dog through and through.</p>
+<p>Her failure was so crushing, so swift, so entire, that for an
+instant I almost failed to rejoice in her open humiliation. Seated
+in the boat, oars poised, she invited Jim with soft speech and a
+smile that might have moved an iron dog without occasioning any
+remark from me; but Jim, noting, with one paw already in the boat,
+that I was not to be of the party, turned quickly from her and came
+to me with his head down. His informing and well-feathered tail
+signalled to Miss Lansdale that she seemed to have forgotten
+herself.</p>
+<p>At that moment, I think, the woman abandoned all her
+preposterous hopes; then, too, I think, she learned the last and
+bitterest lesson which great fighters must learn, to embellish
+defeat with an air of urbane acceptance. Miss Lansdale
+relaxed&mdash;she melted before my eyes to an aspect that no victor
+who knew his business could afford to despise.</p>
+<p>I clambered in. Jim followed, remarking amiably to the woman as
+he passed her on his way to the bow of the boat, "I <i>thought</i>
+you couldn't have meant <i>that</i>!"</p>
+<p>And Defeat rowed Jim and me; rowed us past the feathered marge
+of green islands quite as if nothing had happened. But I knew it
+<i>had</i> happened, for Miss Lansdale was so nearly human that I
+presently found myself thinking "Miss Kate" of her. She not only
+answered questions, but, what amazed me far more, she condescended
+to ask them now and then. To an observer we might have seemed to be
+holding speech of an actual friendliness&mdash;speech of the water
+and the day; of herself and the dog and a little of me.</p>
+<p>At length, as I caught an overhanging willow to rest her arms a
+moment, I felt bold enough to venture words about this assumption
+of amity which was so becoming in her. I even confessed that she
+was reminding me of certain distinguished but truly amiable
+personages who are commonly to be found in the side-show adjacent
+to the main tent. "Particularly of the wild man," I said, to be
+more specific, for my listener seemed at once to crave details.</p>
+<p>"There is a powerfully painted banner swelling in the breeze
+outside, you know. It shows the wild man in all his untamed
+ferocity, in his native jungle, armed with a simple but rather
+promising club. A dozen intrepid tars from a British
+man-of-war&mdash;to be seen in the offing&mdash;are in the act of
+casting a net over him. It's an exciting picture, I assure you,
+Miss Lansdale. The net looks flimsy, and the wild person is not
+only enraged but very muscular&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"I fail to see," she interrupted, with a slight lapse into what
+I may call her first, or Lansdale, manner.</p>
+<p>"Of course you fail! You have to go inside to see," I explained
+kindly. "But it only costs a dime, which is little enough&mdash;the
+hired enthusiast, indeed, stationed just outside the entrance,
+reminds us over and over again that it is only 'the tenth part of a
+dollar,' and he sometimes adds that 'it will neither make nor break
+nor set a man up in business.' He is a flagrant optimist in small
+money matters, ever looking on the bright side."</p>
+<p>"Inside?" suggested my listener, with some impatience. I had
+regretted my beginning and had meant to shirk a finish if she would
+let me; but it seemed I must go on.</p>
+<p>"Well, inside there's a hand-organ going all the time, you
+know&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"The wild man?" she insisted, like a child looking ahead for the
+real meat of the story one is telling it.</p>
+<p>"I'm getting to him as fast as I consistently can. The wild man
+sits tamely in a cheap chair on a platform, with a row of his
+photographs spread charmingly at his feet. Of course you are
+certain at once that he is no longer wild. You know that a wild man
+whose spirit had not been utterly broken would never sit there and
+listen to that hand-organ eight hours every day except Sunday. The
+fluent and polished gentleman in charge&mdash;who has a dyed
+mustache&mdash;assures us that we have nothing to fear from this
+'once ferocious monster of the tropic jungle, with his bestial
+craving for human flesh,' but that seems a mere matter of form,
+with the hand-organ going in our ears&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Really," Miss Lansdale began&mdash;or tried to.</p>
+<p>"One moment, please! The scholarly person goes on to relate the
+circumstances of the wild person's capture&mdash;substantially as
+depicted upon the canvas outside&mdash;and winds up with: 'After
+being brought to this country in chains he was reclaimed from his
+savage estate, was given a good English education, and can now
+converse intelligently upon all the leading topics of the day. Step
+up, ladies and gentlemen' he concludes, with a rather pointed
+delicacy, 'and you will find him ready and willing to answer all
+proper questions.'"</p>
+<p>Miss Lansdale dropped her oars into the water, dully, I thought.
+I released the willow that had moored us, but I persisted.</p>
+<p>"And he always <i>does</i> answer all proper questions, just as
+the gentleman said he would. Doubtless an improper question would
+be to ask him if he weren't born tame on our own soil, of reputable
+New England parents; but I don't know. I have always conducted
+myself in his presence as a gentleman must, with the result that he
+has never failed to be chatty. He is a trifle condescending, to be
+sure; he does not forget the difference in our stations, but he
+does not permit himself to study me with eyes of blank
+indifference, nor is he reticent to the verge of hostility. Of
+course he feels indifferent to me,&mdash;nothing else could be
+expected,&mdash;but his captors have taught him to be gracious in
+public. And, really, Miss Lansdale, you seemed strangely tame and
+broken to-day yourself. You have not only received a good English
+education, but you answer all proper questions with a condescension
+hardly more marked than that of the wild person's. I can only pray
+you won't resume a manner that will inevitably recall him to me to
+your own disadvantage."</p>
+<p>She rowed in silence against the gentle current, but she lifted
+her eyes to me with a look that was not all Lansdale. There was
+Peavey in it. And she smiled. I had seen her smile before, but
+never before had she seen me at those times. That she should now
+smile for and at me seemed to be a circumstance little short of
+epoch-making.</p>
+<p>I cannot affirm that there was even one moment of that curiously
+short afternoon when she became wholly and frankly a Peavey. But
+more than once did this felicity seem to impend, and I suspected
+that she might even have been more graciously endowed than with a
+mere Peavey capacity in general. I believed that if she chose, she
+might almost become a Miss Caroline Peavey. This occurred to me
+when she said:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"I only brought you along for your dog."</p>
+<p>It was, of course, quite like a Lansdale to do that; but much
+liker a Peavey to tell it, with that brief poise of the opened eyes
+upon one's own.</p>
+<p>"Don't hold it against Jim," I pleaded. "It's my fault. I'm
+obliged to be most careful about his associates. I've brought him
+up on a system."</p>
+<p>"Indeed? It would be interesting to know why you object&mdash;"
+she bridled with a challenge almost Miss Caroline in its
+flippancy.</p>
+<p>"Well, for one thing, I have to make sure that he doesn't become
+worldly. Lots of good dogs are spoiled that way. And I've succeeded
+very well, thus far. To this moment he believes everything is true
+that ought to be true; or, if not, that something 'just as good' is
+true, as the people in drug stores tell one."</p>
+<p>"And you are afraid of me&mdash;that I'll&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"One can't be too careful about dogs, especially one that
+believes as much as that one does. Frankly, I <i>am</i> afraid of
+you. You have such a knowing way of fighting off moments that might
+become Peavey."</p>
+<p>"I don't quite understand&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Of course you don't, but that's of little consequence&mdash;to
+Jim. He doesn't understand either. But you see he has a fine faith
+now that the world is all Peavey&mdash;he learned it from me. Of
+course, I <i>know</i> better, but I pretend not to, and often I can
+fool myself for half an hour at a time. And of course I shouldn't
+care to have that dog find out that this apparently Peavey
+world&mdash;flawlessly Peavey&mdash;has a streak of Lansdale
+running through it&mdash;that it has even its moments of curious,
+hard suspicion, of distrust, of downright disbelief in all the good
+things,&mdash;in short, its Miss Katherine Lansdale moments, if you
+will pardon that hastily contrived metaphor."</p>
+<p>Perceiving that further concealment would be unavailing, I added
+quite openly: "Now, young woman, you see that I know your secret. I
+felt it in the dark of our first meeting; it has since become
+plainer,&mdash;too plain. You know too much&mdash;far more than is
+good for either Jim or me to know. You can't believe
+enough&mdash;all those things that Jim and I have found it best to
+believe. I myself always fear that I shall be led into ways of
+unbelief in your presence. That is why I can't trust Jim with you
+alone, and why I could hardly trust myself there without Jim's
+sustaining looks&mdash;that is why, in fact, that I shall try to
+shun you in all but your approximately Peavey moments. I trust now
+that this shall be the last time I must ever speak bitterly in your
+presence. You are sufficiently warned."</p>
+<p>While I spoke she had ceased rowing, and we drifted with the
+current. A long time we drifted, and I rejoiced to see that I had
+taunted Miss Lansdale into something like interest. I saw that she
+was uncertain as to the degree of seriousness I had meant my words
+to convey. Once she began as if they were wholly serious, and once
+again as if they had been wholly unserious. If she at last appeared
+to suspect that she must effect a compromise, I dare say she was as
+nearly correct as I could have put her with any words I knew.</p>
+<p>"But you had that dog from the first," she at length decided to
+say, clearly in self-defence, "and still you are worried and
+obliged to guard him from evil companions."</p>
+<p>"You confess," I exclaimed in triumph.</p>
+<p>"You had him as a puppy. Could you have expected so much of him
+if he had run wild, in a world where any number of good dogs learn
+unbelief, where they are shocked into it, all in a moment?"</p>
+<p>"I didn't have myself from the first," I reminded her, "and I
+believe only a few trifles less than Jim does. I know that robins
+ascend without visible means, for example, if you run at them; but
+I believe it's good to run at them just the same, even more
+enjoyable than if they sat still to be caught."</p>
+<p>"We were speaking of dogs," said Miss Lansdale. "At any rate Jim
+had <i>you</i> from the first."</p>
+<p>"Let us keep to dogs, then," I answered. "Meantime, if you
+listen to me, you'll soon be in deep water, when we've both lost
+the taste for adventure. This current will take us over the dam in
+about seven minutes, I should judge."</p>
+<p>She fell to the oars again with a dreaming face, in which
+Lansdale and the other were so well blended that it was indeed the
+face of visions that had long been coming to me.</p>
+<p>"You remind me again of the wild gentleman," I said, after a
+long look at her, a look which she was good enough to let me see
+that she observed.</p>
+<p>"<i>Et ego in Arcadia vixi</i>&mdash;and I, too, was netted in
+my native jungle."</p>
+<p>I saw that she, too, essayed the feat of being both light and
+serious without letting the seam show.</p>
+<p>"I mean about pictures," I explained. "The gentlemanly curator
+of the side-show always says of the wild man thoughtfully, 'I
+<i>believe</i> he has a few photographs for sale.' He is always
+right&mdash;the wild man does have them, though I should not care
+to say that they're worth the money; that depends upon one's
+tastes, of course&mdash;by the way, Miss Lansdale, I have long had
+a picture of you."</p>
+<p>"Has mother&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"No&mdash;long before I became a fellow-slave with
+Clem&mdash;long before there was a juvenile mother or even a Clem
+in Little Arcady."</p>
+<p>"May I ask how you got it?"</p>
+<p>"Certainly you may! I don't know."</p>
+<p>"May I see it?" I thought she felt a deeper interest than she
+cared to reveal.</p>
+<p>"Unfortunately, no. If you only could see it, you would see that
+it is almost a perfect likeness&mdash;perhaps a bit more Little
+Miss than you could be now&mdash;but it's unmistakably true."</p>
+<p>"I lost such a picture once," she said with a fall of her eyes.
+"Where is the one you have?"</p>
+<p>"Sometimes it's behind my eyes and sometimes it is out before
+them."</p>
+<p>"Nonsense!"</p>
+<p>"To be sure! Only Jim and I, trained and hardened in the ways of
+belief, are equal to a feat of that sort."</p>
+<p>"I see no merit in believing that."</p>
+<p>"I don't know that there is, especially&mdash;not in believing
+this particular thing, but the power for belief in general which it
+implies&mdash;you see I am unprejudiced."</p>
+<p>"Why should you want to believe it?"</p>
+<p>I should have known, without catching the glint of her eyes
+under the hat brim, that a Peavey spoke there.</p>
+<p>"If you could see the thing once, you'd understand," I said, an
+answer, of course, fit only for a Peavey.</p>
+<p>"At all events, you'll not keep it long." The words were Peavey
+enough, but the voice was rather curiously Lansdale.</p>
+<p>"I have made as little effort to keep it as I did to acquire
+it," I said, "but it stays on, and I've a notion it will stay on as
+long as Jim and I are uncorrupted. But it shan't inconvenience
+you," I added brightly, in time to forestall an imminent other
+"Nonsense!"</p>
+<p>Being thus neatly thwarted, she looked over my shoulder and bent
+to her oars, for we had again drifted toward the troubled waters of
+the dam.</p>
+<p>"I warned you&mdash;if you listened to me," I reminded her.</p>
+<p>"Oh, I've not been listening&mdash;only thinking."</p>
+<p>"Of course, and you were disbelieving. It's high time you put us
+ashore. I want to believe, and I want not to be drowned. So does
+Jim,&mdash;<i>both</i> of 'em."</p>
+<p>She pointed the boat to our landing, and as she leaned her
+narrow shoulders far back she shot me; one swift look. But I could
+see much farther into the water that floated us.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH25">CHAPTER XXV</a></h2>
+<center>THE CASE OF FATTY BUDLOW</center>
+<p>Lest Miss Katharine Lansdale seem unduly formidable, I should,
+perhaps, say that I appeared to be alone in finding her so. Little
+Arcadians of my own sex younger than myself&mdash;and, if I may
+suggest it, less discerning&mdash;were not only not menaced, but
+she invited them with a cordiality in which the keenest eye among
+them could detect no flaw. Miss Lansdale's mother had also pleased
+the masculine element of the town at her first progress through its
+pleasant streets. But Miss Caroline, despite many details of dress
+and manner that failed interestingly to corroborate the fact, was
+an old woman, and one whose way of life made her difficult of
+comprehension to the Little Country. Socially and industrially, one
+might say, she did not fit the scheme of things as the town had
+been taught to conceive it. Whereas, her daughter was a person
+readily to be understood in all parts of the world where men have
+eyes&mdash;as well by the homekeeping as by the travelled. Eustace
+Eubanks, more or less a man of the world by virtue of that
+adventurous trip to the Holy Land, understood her at one glance, as
+did Arthur Updyke, who had fared abroad to the college of pharmacy
+and knew things. But she was also lucid as crystal to G. Brown and
+Creston Fancett, whose knowledge of the outside world was somewhat
+affected by their experience of it, which was nothing. To all seven
+of the ages was this woman comprehensible. Old Bolivar Kent,
+eighty-six and shuffling his short steps to the grave not far
+ahead, understood her with one look; the but adolescent Guy
+McCormick, hovering tragically on the verge of his first public
+shave, divined her quite as capably; the middle-yeared Westley
+Keyts read her so unerringly on a day when she first regaled his
+vision that he toiled for half an hour as one entranced,
+disengaging what he believed to be porter-house steaks long after
+the porter-house line in the beef under his hand had been
+passed.</p>
+<p>In short, Miss Lansdale was understood spontaneously&mdash;to
+borrow a phrase from the <i>Argus</i>&mdash;"by each and all who
+had the good fortune to be present," for she was dowered with that
+quick-drawing charm which has worked a familiar spell upon the sons
+of men in all times. She was incontestably feminine. She gave the
+woman-call. That she seemed to give it against her
+wish,&mdash;without intention,&mdash;that I was alone in detecting
+this, were trifles beside the point. Masculine Little Arcady cared
+not that she had been less successful than the late Colonel Potts,
+for example, in preserving the truly Greek spirit&mdash;cared
+naught for this so long as, meaningly or otherwise, she uttered the
+immemorial woman-call in its true note wheresoever she fared.</p>
+<p>And, curiously, since Miss Lansdale did not appear formidable to
+masculine Little Arcady&mdash;with one negligible
+exception&mdash;she seemed to try perversely not to be so. She was
+amazingly gracious to it&mdash;still with one exception. She melted
+to frivolity and the dance of mirth. She affected joy in its music
+and confessed to a new feeling for Jerusalem after attending a lawn
+party at which Eustace Eubanks did his best to please. She spoke of
+this to Eustace with a crafty implication that it had remained for
+him to interpret the antique graces of that storied place to a
+world all too heedless. Eustace himself felt not only a renewed
+interest in the land exploited by his magic lantern, but he began
+to view all the rest of the world in a new and rosy light, of which
+Miss Lansdale was the iridescent globe that diffused and subdued it
+to the mellow hue of romance.</p>
+<p>It is impossible to believe that Eustace was ever at any pains
+to conceal the effects of this astral phenomenon from his family,
+for its members were very quickly excited. If in that vale the
+woman-call could be heard by ears attuned to its haunting cadences,
+so also did the frightened mother-call echo its equally primitive
+note, accompanied by the less well-known sister-call of warning and
+distress.</p>
+<p>The truth is that Eustace was becoming harder to manage with
+each recurring crisis. For testimony in the present instance, I
+need only adduce that he wrote poetry, more or less, after meeting
+Miss Lansdale but a scant half-dozen times. This came to me in
+confidence, however, and the obliquity of it spread no farther
+beyond the family lines.</p>
+<p>Fluttering with alarm, the mother of Eustace approached me as
+one presumably familiar with the power of the Lansdales to work
+disaster in a peaceful and orderly family. She sought to know if I
+could not prevent her boy from "making a fool of himself." It was
+never her way to bother with many words when she knew the right
+few.</p>
+<p>With an air that signified her intention of letting me know the
+worst at once, Mrs. Eubanks drew from her bead reticule a sheet of
+paper scribbled over in the handwriting of her misguided offspring.
+It was a rondeau; I knew that by the shape, and the mother
+apologized for the indelicacy of it before permitting my own cheeks
+to blush thereat. The dominant line of the composition I saw to
+be&mdash;</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>"When love lights night to be its day."</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>I turned from the stricken mother to cough deprecatingly when I
+had read. She likewise had the delicacy to turn away and cough. But
+an emergency of this momentous import must be discussed in plain
+terms, however disconcerting the details, and Mrs. Eubanks had
+nerved herself for the ordeal.</p>
+<p>"I can't think," she began, "where the boy <i>learned</i> such
+things!"</p>
+<p>I had not the courage to tell her that they might be entirely
+self-taught under certain circumstances.</p>
+<p>"Such shameless, brazen things!" she persisted. "We have always
+been <i>so</i> careful of Euty&mdash;striving to keep
+him&mdash;well, wholesome and pure, you understand, Major
+Blake."</p>
+<p>"There are always dangers," I said, but only because she had
+stopped speaking, and not in any hope of instructing her.</p>
+<p>"If only we can keep him from making a fool of
+himself&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"It seems rather late," I said, this time with profound
+conviction. "See there!"</p>
+<p>Upon the margin of that captured sheet Eustace had exposed, as
+it were, the very secret mechanics of his passion. There were
+written tentative rhymes, one under another, as
+"Kate&mdash;mate&mdash;Fate&mdash;late"&mdash;and eke an unblushing
+"sate." Also had he, in the frenzy of his poetic rapture, divined
+and indicated the technical affinities existing among words like
+"bliss," "kiss," and "miss."</p>
+<p>Interference, however delicately managed, seemed hopeless after
+that, and I said as much. But I added: "Of course, if you let him
+alone, he may come back to his better self. Perhaps the young lady
+herself may prove to be your ally."</p>
+<p>"Indeed not! She has set out deliberately to ensnare my poor
+Euty," said the mother, with an incisive drawing in of her
+expressively thin lips. "I knew it the very first evening I saw
+them together."</p>
+<p>"Mightn't it have been sheer trifling on her part ?" I
+suggested.</p>
+<p>"Can you imagine that young woman <i>daring</i> to trifle with
+Eustace Eubanks?" she demanded.</p>
+<p>I could, as a matter of fact; but as her query seemed to repel
+such a disclosure, I lied.</p>
+<p>"True," I said, "she would never dare. I didn't think of
+that."</p>
+<p>"With <i>all</i> her frivolity and lightness of manner and
+fondness for dress, she must have some sense of fitness&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"She must, indeed!"</p>
+<p>"She could not go <i>that</i> far!"</p>
+<p>"Certainly <i>not</i>!"</p>
+<p>"Even if she <i>does</i> wear too many ribbons and laces and
+fancy furbelows, with never a common-sense shoe to her foot!"</p>
+<p>"Even if she <i>does</i>" I assented warmly.</p>
+<p>And thus we were compelled to leave it. In view of those verses
+I could suggest no plan for relief, and my one poor morsel of
+encouragement had been stonily rejected.</p>
+<p>Eustace went the mad pace. So did Arthur Updyke. It was rather
+to be expected of Arthur, however. His duties at the City Drug
+Store seemed to encourage a debonair lightness of conduct. He
+treated his blond ringlets assiduously from the stock of pomades;
+he was as fastidious about his fingernails as we might expect one
+to be in an environment of manicure implements and nail
+beautifiers; it was his privilege to make free with the varied
+assortment of perfumes&mdash;a privilege he forewent in no degree;
+his taste in tooth-powders was widely respected; and in moments of
+leisure, while he leaned upon a showcase awaiting custom, he was
+wont to draw a slender comb from an upper waistcoat pocket and pass
+it delicately through his small but perfect mustache. Naturally
+enough, it was said by the ladies of Little Arcady that Arthur's
+attentions were never serious,&mdash;"except them he pays to
+himself!" Aunt Delia McCormick would often add, for that excellent
+woman was not above playing venomously with familiar words.</p>
+<p>Also did G. Brown and Creston Fancett go the same mad pace.
+These four were filled with distrust of one another, but as they
+composed our male quartette, they would gather late on summer
+nights and conduct themselves in a manner to make me wish that old
+Azariah Prouse's peculiar belief as to house structure might have
+included a sound-proof fence about his premises. For, on the
+insufficient stretch of lawn between that house and my own, the
+four rivals sang serenades.</p>
+<p>"She sleeps&mdash;my lady sleeps," they sang, with a volume that
+seemed bound to insure their inaccuracy as to the lady, and which
+assuredly left them in the wrong as to her mother's
+attorney&mdash;if their song meant in the least to report
+conditions at large. As this was, however, the one occasion when
+they felt that none of the four had any advantage over his fellows,
+they made the most of it. Then, in the dead of night, I would be
+very sorry that I had not counselled the mother of Eustace Eubanks
+to send him around the world on a slow sailing ship; for it was his
+voice, even in songs of sleep, that rendered this salutary exercise
+most difficult.</p>
+<p>On one of these wakeful summer nights, however, I received a
+queer little shock. Perhaps I half dreamed it in some fugitive
+moment of half sleep; but it was as if I were again an awkward,
+silent boy, worshipping a girl new to the school, a girl who wore
+two long yellow braids. I worshipped her from afar so that she saw
+me not, being occupied with many adorers less timid, who made
+nothing of snatching a hair ribbon. But the face in that instant of
+dream was the face of Miss Katharine Lansdale, and coupled with the
+vision was a prescience that in some later life I should again look
+back and see myself as now, a grown but awkward boy, still holding
+aloof&mdash;still adoring from some remote background while other
+and bolder gallants captured trophies and lightly carolled their
+serenades. It seemed like borrowing trouble to look still farther
+into the future, but the vision was striking. Surely, History does
+repeat itself. I should have made this discovery for myself had it
+not been exploited before my day. For on the morrow I found my
+woman child on the Lansdale lawn when I went home in the afternoon.
+She had now reached an age when she was beginning to do "pretties"
+with her lips as she talked&mdash;almost at the age when I had
+first been enraptured by her mother, with the identical two braids,
+also the tassels dangling from her boot tops. This latter was
+unexciting as a coincidence, however. I myself had deliberately
+produced it.</p>
+<p>Miss Lansdale turned from talk with the child to greet me. Her
+face was so little menacing that I called her "Miss Katharine" on
+the spot. But my business was with the child.</p>
+<p>"Lucy," I said, as I took the wicker chair by the hammock in
+which they both lounged, "there is a boy at school who looks at you
+a great deal when you're not watching him&mdash;you catch him at
+it&mdash;but he never comes near you. He acts as if he were afraid
+of you. He is an awkward, stupid boy. If he gets up to recite about
+geography, or about 'a gentleman sent his servant to buy ten and
+five-eighths yards of fine broadcloth,' or anything of that sort,
+and if he happens to catch your eye at the moment, he flounders
+like a caught fish, stares hard at the map of North America on the
+wall, and sits down in disgrace. And when the other boys are
+chasing you and pulling off your hair ribbons, he mopes off in a
+corner of the school yard, though he looks as if he'd like to shoot
+down all the other boys in cold blood."</p>
+<p>"He has nice hair," said my woman child.</p>
+<p>"Oh, he <i>has!</i> Very well; does his name happen to be
+'Horsehead' or anything like that&mdash;the name the boys call him
+by, you know?"</p>
+<p>"Fatty&mdash;Fatty Budlow, if that's the one you mean. Do you
+know him, Uncle Maje?"</p>
+<p>"Better than any boy in the world! Haven't I been telling you
+about him?"</p>
+<p>"Once he brought a bag of candy to school, and I thought he was
+coming up to hand it to me, but he turned red in the face and
+stuffed it right into his pocket."</p>
+<p>"He meant to give it to you, really&mdash;he bought it for
+you&mdash;but he couldn't when the time came."</p>
+<p>"Oh, did he tell you?"</p>
+<p>"It wasn't necessary for him to tell me. I know that boy, I tell
+you, through and through. Lucy, do you think you could encourage
+him a little, now and then&mdash;be sociable with him&mdash;not
+enough to hurt, of course? You don't know how he'd appreciate the
+least kindness. He might remember it all his life."</p>
+<p>"I might pat his hair&mdash;he has such nice hair&mdash;if he
+wouldn't know it&mdash;but of course he would know it, and when he
+looks at you, he is so queer&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Yes, I know; I suppose it is hopeless. Couldn't you even ask
+him to write in your autograph album?"</p>
+<p>"Y-e-s&mdash;I could, only he'd be sure to write something funny
+like 'In Memory's wood-box let me be a stick.' He always does write
+something witty, and I don't much care for ridiculous things in my
+album; I'm being careful with it."</p>
+<p>"Well, if he's as witty as <i>that</i> in your album, it will be
+to mask a bleeding heart. I happen to know that in a former
+existence he was never even asked to write, though he always hoped
+he might be."</p>
+<p>"I'm sorry if you like him, Uncle Maje, but I'm positive that
+Fatty Budlow is not a boy I could <i>ever</i> feel deeply for. I
+don't believe our acquaintance will even ripen into friendship,"
+and she looked with profound eyes into the wondrous, opening
+future.</p>
+<p>"Of course it won't," I said. "I might have known that. He will
+continue through the ages to be an impossible boy. Miss Lansdale
+feels the same way about him. Poor Fatty or Horsehead or whatever
+they call him stands off and glares at her, and can't say his
+lesson when he catches her eye&mdash;only he seldom does catch it,
+because she's so busy with other boys of more spirit who crowd
+about her and snatch hair ribbons and sing 'My lady sleeps' until
+no one else can."</p>
+<p>"Do you know Fatty Budlow?" asked my surprised woman child of
+Miss Lansdale. But that young woman only reached out one foot to
+point its toe idly at a creeping green worm and turn its vagrant
+course. The toe was by no means common-sense, and the heel was
+simply idiotic.</p>
+<p>"Of course she knows him," I said; "she knows he would give his
+right hand for her, which is a good deal under the circumstances,
+and she very properly despises him for it. She'd take her picture
+away from him if she could."</p>
+<p>"She wouldn't," said Miss Lansdale, with a gesture of her foot
+that disconcerted me.</p>
+<p>"Miss Kate," I said, "I have lived my life in terror of seeing
+one of those squashy green worms meet a fearful disaster in my
+presence. Would you mind&mdash;"</p>
+<p>With a fillip of the bronzed toe she sent the amazed worm into a
+country that must have been utterly strange to it,</p>
+<p>"She'd take it back quickly enough if she knew what he makes of
+it," I said, returning to the picture; "if she knew that he had
+kept it ever since he learned that agriculture, mining, and
+ship-building are principal industries&mdash;only at first it had
+two long yellow braids, and tassels dangling from its boot
+tops."</p>
+<p>"My mother had beautiful long golden hair," said the woman
+child, adding simply, "papa says mine is just like it."</p>
+<p>Miss Lansdale regarded me narrowly.</p>
+<p>"You get me all mixed up," she said.</p>
+<p>"I like to. You're heady then&mdash;like your mother's punch
+when it's 'all mixed up.'"</p>
+<p>"I must put in more ice," remarked Miss Lansdale, calmly.</p>
+<p>"Fatty Budlow is so serious," said the woman child, suspecting
+that the talk had drifted away from her.</p>
+<p>"It's his curse," I admitted. "If he weren't an A No. 1 dreamer,
+he'd be too serious to live, but be goes dreaming and maundering
+along&mdash;dreaming that things are about as he would like to have
+them. He sees your face and Miss Lansdale's, and then they get
+mixed up in a queer way, and Miss Kate's face comes out of the
+picture with such a look in the eyes that a man of ordinary spirit
+would call her 'Little Miss' right off without ever stopping to
+think; but of course this Fatty or Horsehead or whatever it is
+can't say it right out, so he says it to himself about twenty-three
+or twenty-four thousand times a day, as nearly as he can
+reckon&mdash;he always was weak in arithmetic."</p>
+<p>"You might let him write in <i>your</i> autograph album," said
+the woman child, brightly, to Miss Lansdale.</p>
+<p>"I know what he'd write if he got the chance," I added
+incitingly. But it did not avail. Miss Lansdale remained incurious
+and merely said, "Long golden braids," as one trying to picture
+them.</p>
+<p>"And later a little row of curls over each ear, and a tiny chain
+with a locket around the neck. I had a picture once&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"You have had many pictures."</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;two are many if you've had nothing else."</p>
+<p>But she was now regarding the woman child with a curious, close
+look, almost troubled in its intensity.</p>
+<p>"Do you look like your mother?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Papa says I do, and Uncle Maje thinks so too. She was very
+pretty," This came with an unconscious placidity.</p>
+<p>"She looks almost as her mother's picture did," I said.</p>
+<p>When the child had gone, Miss Lansdale searched my face long
+before speaking. She seemed to hesitate for words, and at length to
+speak of other matters than those which might have perplexed
+her.</p>
+<p>"Why did they call you 'Horsehead'?" she asked almost
+kindly.</p>
+<p>"I never asked. It seemed to be a common understanding.
+Doubtless there was good reason for it, as good as there is for
+calling Budlow 'Fatty.'"</p>
+<p>"What did you do?" she asked again.</p>
+<p>"I went to the war with what I could take&mdash;nothing but a
+picture."</p>
+<p>"And you lost that?"</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;under peculiar circumstances. It seemed a kind thing
+to do at the time."</p>
+<p>"And you came back with&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"<i>With yours, Little Miss!</i>"</p>
+<p>Some excitement throbbed between us so that I had involuntarily
+emphasized my words. Briefly her eyes clung to mine, and very
+slowly we relaxed from that look.</p>
+<p>"I only wanted to say," she began presently, "that I shall have
+to believe your absurd tale of my picture being with you before you
+saw me. Something makes me credit it&mdash;a strange little notion
+that I have carried that child's picture in my own mind."</p>
+<p>"We are even, then," I answered, "only you are thinking more
+things than you say. That isn't fair."</p>
+<p>But she only nodded her head inscrutably.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH26">CHAPTER XXVI</a></h2>
+<center>A LITTLE MYSTERY IS SOLVED</center>
+<p>The significance of Miss Lansdale's manner, rather than her
+words, ran through my darkened thoughts like a thread as I played
+the game that night. After a third defeat this thread seemed to
+guide me to daylight from a tortuously winding cavern. At first the
+thing was of an amazing simplicity.</p>
+<p>In a far room was a chest filled with forgotten odds and ends
+that had come back with me years before. I ran to it, and from
+under bundles of letters, old family trinkets, a canteen, a pair of
+rusty pistols, and other such matters, I brought forth an
+ambrotype&mdash;the kind that was mounted in a black case of
+pressed rubber and closed with a spring.</p>
+<p>But even as I held the thing, flushed with my discovery, another
+recollection cooled me, and the structure of my discovery tumbled
+as quickly as it had built itself. Little Miss had found her own
+picture when she found <i>him</i>. Her mother had told me this
+definitely. It had been clutched in his hands, and she, after a
+look, had tenderly replaced it to stay with his dust forever. This
+I had forgotten at first, in my eagerness for light.</p>
+<p>I pressed the spring that brought the face to my eyes, knowing
+it would not be her face. Close to the light I studied it; the face
+of a girl, eighteen or so, with dreaming eyes that looked beyond
+me. It could not be Miss Lansdale, and yet it was strangely like
+her&mdash;like the Little Miss she must once have been.</p>
+<p>But one mystery at least was now plain&mdash;the mystery of my
+own mind picture. I had not looked at this thing for ten years, but
+its lines had stayed with me, and this was the face of my dreaming,
+carried so long after its source had been forgotten. The face of
+this picture had naturally enough changed to seem like the face of
+Miss Lansdale after I had seen her.</p>
+<p>Perhaps it was the face of a Peavey; there was at least a family
+resemblance; that would explain the likeness to Miss Kate. This was
+not much, but it was enough to sleep on.</p>
+<p>As I left the house the following morning, Miss Lansdale, her
+skirts pinned up, was among her roses with a watering pot and a
+busy pair of scissors.</p>
+<p>As I approached her I had something to say, but it was, for an
+interval, driven from my lips.</p>
+<p>"Promise me," I said instead, "never to wear a common-sense
+shoe."</p>
+<p>She stared at me with brows a trifle raised.</p>
+<p>"Of course it will displease Mrs. Eubanks, but there is still a
+better reason for it."</p>
+<p>The brows went farther up at this until they were hardly to be
+detected under the broad rim of her garden hat.</p>
+<p>Her answer was icy, even for an "Indeed?"&mdash;quite in her
+best Lansdale manner.</p>
+<p>"Yes, 'indeed!'" I retorted somewhat rudely, "but never
+mind&mdash;it's not of the least consequence. What I meant to say
+was this&mdash;about those pictures of people, you remember."</p>
+<p>"I remember perfectly, and I've concluded that it's all
+nonsense&mdash;all of it, you understand."</p>
+<p>"That's queer&mdash;so have I." Had I been a third person and an
+observer, I would doubtless have sworn that Miss Lansdale was more
+surprised than pleased by this remark of mine.</p>
+<p>"I haven't had your picture at all," I went on; "it was a
+picture of some one else, and I hadn't thought to look at it for a
+long time&mdash;had forgotten it utterly, in fact. That's how I
+came to think I knew your face before I knew you."</p>
+<p>"I told you it was nonsense!" and she snipped off a rose with a
+kind of miniature brusqueness.</p>
+<p>"But you shall see that I had some reason. If you find time
+to-day, step into my library and look at the picture. It's on the
+mantel, and the door is open. It may be some one you know, though I
+doubt even that."</p>
+<p>With this I brazenly snatched a pink rose from those within her
+arm.</p>
+<p>"You see Fatty Budlow is coming on," I remarked of this bit of
+boldness.</p>
+<p>"Let him come&mdash;he shan't find <i>me</i> in the way." This
+with an effort to seem significant.</p>
+<p>"Oh, not at <i>all</i>!" I assured her politely, and with equal
+subtlety, I believe.</p>
+<p>Had I known that this was the last time I should ever look upon
+Miss Katharine Lansdale, I might have looked longer. She was well
+worth seeing for sundry other reasons than her need for
+common-sense shoes. But those last times pass so often without our
+suspecting them! And it was, indeed, my good fortune never to see
+her again. For never again was she to rise, even at her highest,
+above Miss Kate.</p>
+<p>She was even so low as Little Miss when I found her on my porch
+that afternoon&mdash;a troubled Little Miss, so drooping, so
+queerly drawn about the eyes, so weak of mouth, so altogether
+stricken that I was shot through at sight of her.</p>
+<p>"I waited here&mdash;to speak alone&mdash;you are late
+to-day."</p>
+<p>I was early, but if she had waited, she would of course not know
+this.</p>
+<p>"What has happened, Miss Kate?"</p>
+<p>"Come here."</p>
+<p>Through my opened door I followed her quick step.</p>
+<p>"You were jesting about that this morning,"&mdash;she pointed to
+the picture, propped open against a book on the mantel; and then,
+with an effort to steady her voice,&mdash;"you were jesting, and of
+course you didn't know&mdash;but you shouldn't have jested."</p>
+<p>"Can it be you, Miss Kate&mdash;can it really be you?"</p>
+<p>"It is, it is&mdash;couldn't you see? Tell me
+quickly&mdash;don't, don't jest again!"</p>
+<p>"Be sure I shall not. Sit down."</p>
+<p>But she stood still, with an arm extended to the picture, and
+again implored me: "See&mdash;I'm waiting.
+Where&mdash;how&mdash;did you get it?"</p>
+<p>"Sit down," I said; and this time she obeyed with a little cry
+of impatience.</p>
+<p>"I'll try to bring it back," I said. "It was that day Sheridan
+hurried back to find his army broken&mdash;all but beaten. Just at
+dark there was a last charge&mdash;a charge that was met. I went
+down in it, hearing yells and a spitting fire, but feeling only
+numbness. When I woke up the firing was far off. Near me I could
+hear a voice, the voice of a young man, I thought, wounded like
+myself. I first took him for one of our men. But his talk
+undeceived me. It was the talk of your men, and sorrowful talk. He
+was badly hurt; he knew that. But he was sure of life. He couldn't
+die there like a brute. He had to go back and he would go back
+alive and well; for God was a gentleman, whatever else He was, and
+above practical jokes of that sort. Then he seemed to know he was
+losing strength, and he cried out for a picture, as if he must at
+least have that before he went. Weak as he was, he tried to turn on
+his side to search for it. 'It was here a moment ago,' he would
+say; 'I had it once,' and he tried to turn again, still crying out
+for it,&mdash;he must not die without it. It hurt me to hear his
+voice break, and I made out to roll near him to help him search.
+'We'll find it,' I told him, and he thanked me for my help. 'Look
+for a square hard case,' he said eagerly. 'It must be here; I had
+it after I fell down.' Together we searched the rough ground over
+in the dark as well as we could. I was glad enough to help him. I
+had a picture like that of my own that I shouldn't have liked to
+lose. But we were clumsy searchers, and he seemed to lose hope as
+he lost strength. Again he cried out for that picture, but now it
+was a despairing cry, and it hurt me. Under the darkness I reached
+my one good hand up and took my own picture from its place. So many
+of us carried pictures over our hearts in those days. I pretended
+then to search once more, telling him to have courage, and then I
+said, 'Is this it?' He fumbled for it, and his hand caught it
+quickly up under his chin. He was so glad. He thanked me for
+finding it, and then he lay still, panting. After a while&mdash;we
+both wanted water&mdash;I crawled away to where I heard a running
+stream. It must have been farther than I thought, and I couldn't be
+quick because so much of me was numb and had to be dragged. But I
+reached the water and filled a canteen I had found on the way. As
+soon as I could manage it I went back to him with the water, but I
+must have been gone a long time. He wasn't there. But as I crawled
+near where he had lain, I put my hand on a little square case such
+as I had given him. I thought it must be mine. I lost consciousness
+again. When I awoke two hospital stewards carried me on a
+stretcher, and a field surgeon walked beside us. I still had the
+picture, and not for many days did I know that it wasn't my own.
+After that I forgot it&mdash;but I've already told you of
+that."</p>
+<p>Her eyes had not quitted my face while I spoke, though they were
+glistening; her mouth had weakened more than once, and a piteous
+little "Oh!" would come from her lips. When I had finished she
+looked away from me, dropping her eyes to the floor, leaning
+forward intently, her hands shut between her knees. For a long time
+she remained so, forgetting me. But at last I could hear her
+breathe and could see the increasing rise and fall of it, so that I
+feared a crisis. But none came. Again she mastered herself and even
+managed a smile for me, though it was a poor thing.</p>
+<p>"I've told you all, Miss Kate."</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;I'm unfair, but you have a right to know. I found
+that picture&mdash;your picture, when they brought him in. His
+hands were clenched about it. They said he had pleaded to hold it
+and made them promise not to take it from him&mdash;ever. I was
+left alone, and I dared to take it, just for a moment. Something in
+the design of the cover puzzled me. I had meant to put it right
+back, and after I had looked at it there was only one thing to
+do&mdash;to put it back."</p>
+<p>"They said you found your own picture, or I might have
+suspected."</p>
+<p>"They had reason to say it&mdash;I never told."</p>
+<p>"Of course you never told, Miss Kate!" I seemed to learn a great
+deal of her from that. She had carried her wound secretly through
+all those years.</p>
+<p>"Poor Little Miss!" I said in spite of myself, and at this quite
+unexpectedly there befell what I had hoped we might both be
+spared.</p>
+<p>I might not soothe her as I would have wished, so I busied
+myself in the next room until she called to me. She was putting
+what touches she could to her eyes with a small and sadly
+bedraggled handkerchief.</p>
+<p>"There is a better reason for telling no one now," she said, "so
+we must destroy this. Mother might see it."</p>
+<p>My grate contained its summer accumulation of waste paper. She
+laid the picture on this and I lighted the pyre.</p>
+<p>"Your mother will see your eyes," I said.</p>
+<p>"She has seen them so before." And she gave me her hand, which I
+kissed.</p>
+<p>"Poor Little Miss!" I said, still holding it.</p>
+<p>"Not poor now&mdash;you have given me back so much. I can
+believe again&mdash;I can believe almost as much as Jim."</p>
+<p>But I released her hand. Though her eyes had not quitted mine,
+their look was one of utter friendliness.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH27">CHAPTER XXVII</a></h2>
+<center>HOW A TRUCE WAS TROUBLESOME</center>
+<p>In the days and nights that followed this interview I associated
+rather more than usual with Jim. It seemed well to do so. I needed
+to learn once more some of the magnificent belief that I had taught
+him in days when my own was stronger. Close companionship with a
+dog of the truly Greek spirit, under circumstances in which I now
+found myself, was bound to be of a tonic value. I had seen, almost
+at the moment of Miss Kate's disclosure, that a change was to come
+in our relations. Perhaps I was wild enough at the moment to hope
+that it might be a change for the better; but this was only in the
+first flush of it&mdash;of a moment ill adapted for close
+reasoning. It took no great while to convince me that the discovery
+in which we had cooperated was of a character necessarily to put me
+from her even farther than she had at first chosen to put
+me&mdash;and that was far enough, Heaven knows.</p>
+<p>In effect I had given back her love to her, a love she had for
+ten years unjustly doubted. That was the cold truth of it for one
+who knew women. One who could doubt the tenth year as poignantly as
+she had doubted in the first&mdash;would she not in bitterness
+regret her doubt ten other years, and sweetly mourn her lost love
+still another ten? She who had let me be little enough to her while
+she felt her wound&mdash;how much less could I be when the hurt was
+healed? Before she might have been in want. At least that was
+conceivable. Now her want was met. Not only was there this to fill
+her heart, but remorse, the tenderest a woman may know, it seems to
+me&mdash;remorse for undeserved suspicion.</p>
+<p>In a setting less prosaic than Little Arcady, where events might
+be of a story-fitness, that lover would have been alive by a happy
+chance, estranged by the misunderstanding but splendidly faithful,
+and I should have been helper and interested witness to an ideal
+reconciliation; thereafter to play out my game with a full heart,
+though with an exterior placidly unconcerned. But with us events
+halt always a little short of true romance. They are unexcitingly
+usual.</p>
+<p>I would have to play out my game full heartedly, nursing my
+powers of belief back to their one-time vigor; nothing would occur
+to ease my lot&mdash;not even an occasion to pretend that I gave my
+blessing to a reunited and happy pair. Miss Kate could go on
+believing. Unwittingly I had given her the stuff for belief. I,
+too, must go on believing, and providing my own material, as had
+ever been my lot; all of which was why my dog seemed my most
+profitable companion at this time. His every bark at a threatening
+baby-carriage a block away, each fresh time he believed sincerely
+that a rubber shoe was engaging in deadly struggle with him, taxing
+all his forces to subdue it, each time he testified with sensitive,
+twitching nostrils that the earth is good with innumerable scents,
+each streaking of his glad-tongued white length over yellowing
+fields designed solely for his recreation held for me a certain
+soothing value. And when in quiet moments he assured me with
+melting gaze that I was a being to challenge the very heart of
+love&mdash;in some measure, at least, did my soul gain strength
+from his own.</p>
+<p>To know as much as I have indicated had been unavoidable for one
+of any intuitive powers. The change at once to be detected in Miss
+Kate's manner toward me confirmed my divinations without enlarging
+them. Miss Katharine Lansdale was gone forever; in her place was a
+Miss Kate,&mdash;even a Little Miss to the eye,&mdash;who regarded
+me at first with an undisguised alarm, then with a curious
+interfusion of alarm and shyness, a little disguised with not a
+little effort. This was plain reading. She would at first have
+distrusted me, apprehending I know not what rashness of ill-timed
+and forever impossible declarations. As she perceived this alarm to
+be baseless, for I not only refrained from intruding but I
+ostentatiously let Miss Kate alone, shyness would creep into her
+apprehension to make amends for its first crude manifestations.</p>
+<p>As the days went by and I displayed still the fine sense to keep
+myself aloof, to seek Miss Kate only in those ways that I sought
+her refreshing mother, she let me discern more clearly her faith in
+my firmness and good sense. To be plain, in reward for letting her
+alone, she did not let me alone. And this reward I accepted
+becomingly, with a resolve&mdash;the metal of which I hoped she
+would divine&mdash;never to show myself undeserving of its
+benisons.</p>
+<p>When I say that the young woman did not let me alone, I mean
+that she seemed almost to put herself in my way; not obviously,
+true enough, but in a degree palpable enough to one who had
+observed her first almost shrinking alarm. And this behavior of
+hers went forward, at last, without the slightest leaven of
+apprehension on her part, but her shyness remained. It was so
+marked and so novel in her&mdash;with reference to
+myself&mdash;that I could not fail to be sensible to it. It was as
+if she divined that mad notions might still lurk within my untaught
+mind to be reasons why she should fear me; but that her confidence
+in my self-mastery could not, at the same time, be too openly
+shown.</p>
+<p>Tacitly, it was as if we had treated together; a treaty that
+bound me to observe a perpetual truce. My arms were forever laid
+down, and she, who had once so feared me, was now free to wander
+when she would within the lines of an honorable enemy. That she
+should walk there with increasing frequency as the days passed was
+a tribute to my powers of restraint which I was too wise to
+undervalue. I ignored the shyness of which she seemed unable to
+divest herself in my presence. It would have been easy not to
+ignore it, for there were times when, so little careful was she to
+guard herself, that this shyness suggested, invited, appealed,
+signalled; times when, without my deeper knowledge of her sex, I
+could have sworn that the true woman-call rang in my ears. But a
+treaty is a treaty, on paper or on honor, and ours would never be
+broken by black treachery of mine, let her eyes fall under my own
+with never so fluttering an allurement.</p>
+<p>They were not bad days, as days go in this earth-life of too
+much exact knowledge. Miss Kate rowed me over still waters and
+walked beside me in green pastures. At times like these she might
+even seem to forget. She would even become, I must affirm, more
+nearly Peavey than was strictly her right; for it was plain that
+our treaty, must involve certain stipulations of restraint on her
+part as well as on my own. The burden was not all to be mine. But
+these moments I learned to withstand, remembering that she was a
+woman. That was a circumstance not hard to remember when she was
+by. It is probable that my heart could not have forgotten it, even
+had my trained head learned blandly to ignore it.</p>
+<p>Further to enliven those days, I permitted Jim to give her
+lessons in believing everything. When I told her of this, she said,
+"I need them, I'm so out of practice." That was the nearest we had
+come to touching upon the interview of a certain afternoon. I
+should not have considered this a forbidden topic, but her shyness
+became pitiful at any seeming approach to it. "Jim will put you
+right again," I assured her. And I believe he did, though it was
+not easy to persuade him that she could be morally recognized when
+I was by. The occasion on which he first remained crouching at her
+feet while I walked away was regarded by Miss Kate as a personal
+triumph. She was so childishly open of her pleasure at this that I
+did not tell her it was a mere trick of mine; that I had told him
+to charge when he sprang up. She knew his eyes so little as to
+think he displayed regard for rather than respect for my command.
+She could not see that he begged me piteously to know <i>why</i> he
+must crouch there at a couple of strange inconsequential feet and
+see the good world go suddenly wrong.</p>
+<p>Still further, to make those days not bad days, Miss Kate would
+cross our little common ground of an early evening to where I
+played the game on my porch. Often I did this until dusk obscured
+the faces of the cards. I faintly suspected in the course of these
+bird-like visits a caprice in Miss Kate to know what it might be
+that I preferred to the society of her mother on her own porch. She
+appeared to be more curious than interested. She promptly made
+those observations which the unillumined have ever considered it
+witty to make concerning those who play at solitaire. But, finding
+that I had long ceased to be moved by these, she was friendly
+enough to judge the game upon its merits. That she judged it to be
+stupid was neither strange nor any reflection upon the fairness of
+her mind. The game&mdash;in those profounder, rarer aspects which
+alone dignify it&mdash;is not for women. I believe that the game of
+cards to teach them philosophy under defeat, respect for the
+inevitable and a cheerful manipulation of such trifling good
+fortune as may befall&mdash;instead of that wild, womanish demand
+for all or nothing&mdash;has yet to be invented. I predict of this
+game, moreover, if ever it be found, that it will be a game at
+which two, at least, must play. Rarely have I known a woman,
+however rigid her integrity otherwise, who would not brazenly amend
+or even repeal utterly those decrees of Fate which are symbolized
+by the game. She desires intensely to win, and she will not be
+above shifting a card or two in contravention of the known rules.
+Far am I from intimating that this puts upon her the stigma of
+moral delinquency. It is mere testimony, rather, to her astounding
+capacity for self-deception. And this I cannot believe to be other
+than gracious of influence upon the intricate muddle of human
+association.</p>
+<p>Miss Kate was finely the woman at those times when she deigned
+for a ten minutes to overlook my playing of the game. Before I had
+half finished, on the first occasion, she had mastered its simple
+mechanism; and before I had quite finished she sought to practise
+upon it those methods of the world woman in games of solitaire. She
+would calmly have placed a black nine on a black ten.</p>
+<p>"But the colors must alternate," I protested, thinking she had
+forgotten this important rule.</p>
+<p>"Of course&mdash;I know that perfectly well&mdash;but look what
+a fine lot of cards that would give you. There's a deuce of hearts
+you could play up and a three of spades, and then you could go back
+to crossing the colors again, right away, you know, and you'd have
+that whole line running up to the king ready to put into that
+space."</p>
+<p>I looked at her, as she would have glided brazenly over that
+false play to rejoice in the true plays it permitted. But I did not
+speak. There are times, indeed, when we most honor the tongue of
+Shakspere by silence; emergencies to which words are so inadequate
+that to attempt to use them were to degrade the whole language.</p>
+<p>At the last I was brought face to face with a most intricately
+planned defeat; a defeat insured by one spot on a card. Had the
+obstructive card been a six-spot of clubs instead of a seven-spot,
+victory was mine. I pointed this out to Miss Kate, who had declined
+a chair at the table and had chosen to stand beside my own. I
+showed her the series of plays which, but for that seven-spot,
+would put the kings in their places at the top and let me win. And
+I was beaten for lack of a six.</p>
+<p>That she had grasped my explanation was quickly made plain.
+Actually with some enthusiasm she showed me that the much-desired
+six of clubs lay directly under the fatal seven.</p>
+<p>"Just lay the seven over here," she began eagerly, "and there's
+your black six ready for that horrid red five that's in the
+way&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"But there isn't any 'over here,'" I exclaimed in some
+irritation. "There can only be eight cards in a row&mdash;that
+would make nine."</p>
+<p>"Yes, but then you could play up all the others so
+beautifully&mdash;just see!"</p>
+<p>"Is this a game," I asked, "or a child's crazy play?"</p>
+<p>"Then it's an exceedingly stupid game if you can't do a little
+thing like that when it's absolutely necessary. What is the
+<i>sense</i> of it?"</p>
+<p>Her eyes actually flashed into mine as she leaned at my side
+pointing out this simple way to victory.</p>
+<p>"What's the sense of any rules to any game on earth?" I
+retorted. "If I hadn't learned to respect rules&mdash;if I hadn't
+learned to be thankful for what the game allows me, however little
+it may be&mdash;" I paused, for the water was deeper than I had
+thought.</p>
+<p>"Well?"</p>
+<p>"Well&mdash;well <i>then</i>&mdash;I shouldn't be as thankful as
+I am this instant for&mdash;for many things that I can't have more
+of."</p>
+<p>She straightened herself and favored me with a curious look that
+melted at last into a puzzling smile.</p>
+<p>"I don't understand you," she said. With a shade more of
+encouragement in her voice I had been near to forgetting my honor
+as a truce-observing enemy. I was grateful, indeed, afterwards,
+that her wish to understand me was not sufficiently implied to
+bring me thus low.</p>
+<p>"Neither do I understand the morbid psychology that finds
+satisfaction in cheating at solitaire," I succeeded in saying. "I
+never can see how they fix it up with themselves."</p>
+<p>"I believe you think and talk a great deal of foolishness," said
+Miss Kate, in tones of reproof; and with this she was off the porch
+before I could rise.</p>
+<p>She wore pink, with bits of blue spotting it in no systematic
+order that I could discern, and a pink rose lay abashed in her
+hair.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH28">CHAPTER XXVIII</a></h2>
+<center>THE ABDICATION OF THE BOSS</center>
+<p>There is no need to conceal that I was by this time put to it
+for matters to think upon not clearly related to myself; in other
+words for matters extraneous to my neighbor's troublesome daughter.
+In sheer self-defence was I driven to look abroad for interests
+that would suffice without disquieting me. I was now compelled to
+admit that there was plainly to be observed in Miss Kate Lansdale
+something more than a mere winning faith in my powers of
+self-control. It was difficult at first to suspect that she
+actually meant to try me to the breaking point. The suspicion
+brought a false note to that harmony of chastened grief wherein, I
+had divined, she meant to live out her life. It seemed too Peavey
+and perverse a thing that she should, finding our truce honorably
+observed by myself, behave toward me as if with a cold design to
+bring me down in disgrace&mdash;as a proof of her superior powers
+and my own wretched weakness. Yet this very thing was I obliged
+regretfully to concede of her before many days. And it was behavior
+that I could palliate only by reminding myself constantly that she
+was not only a woman but the daughter of Miss Caroline, and by that
+token subject inevitably to certain infirmities of character. And
+still did she at times evince for me that shyness which only
+enhanced my peril.</p>
+<p>I managed to refrain, though in so grievous a plight, from
+wishing for another war; though I did concede that if we must ever
+again be cursed with war, it might as well come now as later.
+Regrettable though I must consider it, I should there find, spite
+of my disability, some field of active endeavor to engage my
+mind.</p>
+<p>Lacking war, I sought distraction in a matter close at
+hand&mdash;one which possessed quite all the vivacity of war
+without its violence.</p>
+<p>Early in the summer Mrs. Aurelia Potts had resumed her
+activities in behalf of our broader culture, whereupon our people
+murmured promptly at Solon Denney; for him did Little Arcady still
+hold to account for the infliction of this relentless evangel.</p>
+<p>It was known that something still remained to Mrs. Potts, even
+after a year, of the pittance secured from the railway company, so
+that it was not necessity which drove her. To a considerable
+element of the town it seemed to be mere innate perversity. "It's
+<i>in</i> her," was an explanation which Westley Keyts thought
+all-sufficient, though he added by way, as it were, of putting this
+into raised letters for the blind, "she'd have to raise hell just
+the same if it had cost that there railroad eight million 'stead of
+eight hundred to exterminate Potts!"</p>
+<p>For myself, I should have set this thing to different words. I
+regarded Mrs. Potts as a zealot whom no advantage of worldly
+resource could blind to our shortcomings, nor deter from
+ministering unto them. Had it been unnecessary to earn bread for
+herself and little Roscoe, I am persuaded that she would still have
+been unremitting in her efforts to uplift us. In that event she
+might, it is true, have read us more papers and sold us fewer
+books; but she would have allowed herself as little leisure.</p>
+<p>That Little Arcady was unequal to this broader view, however,
+was to be inferred from comments made in the hearing of and often,
+in truth, meant for the ears of Solon Denney. The burden was
+shifted to his poor shoulders with as little concern as if our best
+citizens had not co&ouml;perated with him in the original move,
+with grateful applause for its ingenious and fanciful daring. In
+ways devoid of his own vaunted subtlety, it was conveyed to Solon
+that Little Arcady expected him to do something. This was after the
+town had been cleanly canvassed for two monthly magazines&mdash;one
+of which had a dress-pattern in each number, to be cut out on the
+dotted line&mdash;and after our heroine had gallantly returned to
+the charge with a rather heavy "Handbook of Science for the
+Home,"&mdash;a book costing two dollars and fifty cents and
+treating of many matters, such as, how to conduct electrical
+experiments in a drawing-room, how to cleanse linen of ink-stains,
+how the world was made, who invented gun-powder, and how to restore
+the drowned. I recite these from memory, not having at hand either
+of my own two copies of this valuable work. Upon myself Mrs. Potts
+was never to call in vain, for to me she was an important card
+miraculously shuffled into the right place in the game. It was the
+custom of Miss Caroline, also, to sign gladly for whatsoever Mrs.
+Potts signified would be to her advantage. She gave the "Handbook
+of Science" to Clem, who, being strongly moved by any group of
+figures over six, rejoiced passionately to read the weight of the
+earth in net tons, and to dwell upon those vastly extensive
+distances affected by astronomers.</p>
+<p>But abroad in the town there was not enough of this complaisance
+nor of this passion for mere numerals to prevent worry from
+creasing the brow of Solon Denney.</p>
+<p>"The good God helped him once, but it looks like he'd have to
+help himself now," said Uncle Billy McCormick, the day he refused
+to subscribe for an improving book on the ground that the
+clock-shelf wouldn't hold another one. And this view of the
+situation came also to be the desperate view of Solon himself. That
+he suffered a black hour each week when Mrs. Potts read the
+<i>Argus</i> to him with corrections to make it square with "One
+Hundred Common Errors" and with good taste, in no way lessened the
+feeling against him. If he sustained an injury peculiar to his
+calling, it seemed probable that he would the sooner be moved to
+action. Little Arcady did not know what he could do, but it had
+faith that he would do something if he were pushed hard enough. So
+the good people pushed and trusted and pushed.</p>
+<p>To those brutal enough to seek direct speech about it with
+Solon, he professed to be awaiting only the right opportunity for a
+brilliant stroke, and he counselled patience.</p>
+<p>To me alone, I think, did he confide his utter lack of
+inspiration. And yet, though he seemed to affect entire candor with
+me, I was, strangely enough, puzzled by some reserve that still
+lurked beneath his manner. I hoped this meant that he was slowly
+finding a way too good to be told as yet, even to his best
+friend.</p>
+<p>"Something must be done, Cal," he said, on one occasion, "but
+you see, here's the trouble&mdash;she's a woman and I'm a man."</p>
+<p>"That's a famous old trouble," I remarked.</p>
+<p>"And she's <i>got</i> to live, though Wes' Keyts says he isn't
+so sure of that&mdash;he says I'm lucky enough to have an
+earthquake made up especially for this case&mdash;and if she lives,
+she must have ways and means. And then I have my own troubles. Say,
+I never knew I was so careless about my language until she came
+along. She says only an iron will can correct it. Did you ever
+notice how she says 'i&mdash;ron' the way people say it when they're
+reading poetry out loud? I'll bet, if he had her help, the author
+of 'One Hundred Common Errors' could take an <i>Argus</i> and run
+his list up to a hundred and fifty in no time. She keeps finding
+common errors there that I'll bet this fellow never heard of. You
+mustn't say 'by the sweat of the brow,' but 'by the
+perspiration'&mdash;perspiration is refined and sweat is
+coarse&mdash;and to-day I learned for the first time that it's
+wrong to say 'Mrs. Henry Peterby of Plum Creek, <i>n&eacute;e</i>
+Jennie McCormick, spent Sunday with her parents of this city.' It
+looks right on the face of it, but it seems you mustn't say
+'n&eacute;e' for the first name&mdash;only the last; though it
+means in French that that was her name before she was married. I
+tell you, that woman is a stickler. But what can I do?"</p>
+<p>"Well, what <i>can</i> you do? Far be it from me to suggest that
+something must be done."</p>
+<p>"Do you know, Cal, sometimes I've thought I'd adopt a tone with
+her?"</p>
+<p>"Better be careful," I cautioned. Mrs. Potts was not a person
+that one should adopt a tone with except after long and prayerful
+deliberation.</p>
+<p>"Oh, I've considered it long enough&mdash;in fact I've
+considered a lot of things. That woman has bothered me in more ways
+than one, I tell you frankly. She's such a fine woman,
+splendid-looking, capable, an intellectual giant&mdash;one, I may
+say, who makes no common errors&mdash;and yet&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Ah! and yet&mdash;?" There was then in Solon's eyes that
+curious reserve I had before noted&mdash;a reserve that hinted of
+some desperate but still secret design.</p>
+<p>"Well, there you are."</p>
+<p>"Where?"</p>
+<p>"Well&mdash;she seems to me to be a born leader of men."</p>
+<p>"I see, and you?"</p>
+<p>"Oh, nothing&mdash;only I'm a man. But something has got to be
+done. We must use common sense in these matters."</p>
+<p>It was early evening a week later when I again saw Solon; one of
+those still, serene evenings of later summer when the light would
+yet permit an hour's play at the game. I heard a step, but it was
+not she I longed, half-expected, and wholly dreaded to see. Instead
+came Solon, and by his restored confidence of bearing I knew at a
+glance that something had been done or&mdash;since he seemed to be
+hurried&mdash;that he was about to do it.</p>
+<p>"It's all over, Cal&mdash;it's fixed!"</p>
+<p>"Good&mdash;how did you fix it?"</p>
+<p>"Well&mdash;uh&mdash;I adopted a tone."</p>
+<p>"That was brave, Solon. No other man on God's earth would have
+dared&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"A tone, I was about to say&mdash;" he broke in a little
+uncomfortably, I thought&mdash;"which I have long contemplated
+adopting. If I could tell you just how that woman has impressed
+herself upon me, you'd understand what I mean when I say that she
+has <i>powers</i>. But I suppose you can't understand it, can you?"
+His tone, curiously enough, was almost pleading.</p>
+<p>"It isn't necessary that I should. I can at least understand
+that you are the Boss of Little Arcady once more."</p>
+<p>"Boss of nothing!&mdash;that's all over. Cal, I've
+abdicated&mdash;I'm not even Boss of myself."</p>
+<p>"Why, Solon&mdash;you can't possibly mean&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"I do, though! Mrs. Potts is going to marry me
+and&mdash;uh&mdash;put an end to everything!"</p>
+<p>With this rather curious finish he held out his hand
+expectantly.</p>
+<p>"Well, you certainly <i>did</i> something, Solon."</p>
+<p>"We have to use common sense in these matters," he said with an
+effort to control his excitement. But, looking into his eyes, I saw
+reason to shake him warmly by the hand. What was my own poor
+opinion at a crisis like this? Certainly nothing to be obtruded
+upon my friend. It was clear that he had done a thing which he
+earnestly wanted and had earnestly dreaded to do&mdash;and that the
+dread was past.</p>
+<p>"I'm pretty happy, Cal&mdash;that's all. Of course you'll soon
+know how it is yourself." He referred here to the well-known fact
+that I was much in the company of Miss Lansdale. But this was a
+thing to be turned.</p>
+<p>"Oh, the game is teaching me resignation to a solitary life," I
+said with an affectation of disinterest that must have irritated
+him, for he asked bluntly:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Say, Calvin, how long do you intend to keep up that damned
+nonsense when everybody knows&mdash;"</p>
+<p>This interesting sentence was cut off by Miss Kate Lansdale, who
+appeared around the corner and paused politely before us, with a
+look of trained and admirable deafness.</p>
+<p>"Ah, Miss Lansdale," said Solon, urbanely, "I was just about to
+speak of you."</p>
+<p>"Dear me!" said the young woman, simply. I thought she was
+aghast.</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;but it's not worth repeating&mdash;or finishing."</p>
+<p>Miss Lansdale seemed to be relieved by this assurance.</p>
+<p>"And now I must hurry off," added Solon.</p>
+<p>"Good evening!" we both said.</p>
+<p>It seemed to be of a stuff from which curtains are sometimes
+made, white, with little colored figures in it, but the design
+would have required at least a column of the most technical
+description in a magazine I had subscribed for that summer. There
+was lace at the throat, and I should say that the thing had been
+constructed with the needs of Miss Lansdale's slender but completed
+figure solely and clearly in mind.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH29">CHAPTER XXIX</a></h2>
+<center>IN WHICH ALL RULES ARE BROKEN</center>
+<p>Swiftly I appraised the cool perfection of her attire, scenting
+the spice of the pinks she had thrust at her belt. And I suffered
+one heart-quickening look from her eyes before she could lower them
+to me. In that instant I was stung with a presentiment that our
+treaty was in peril&mdash;that it might go fearfully to smash if I
+did not fortify myself. It came to me that the creature had
+regarded my past success in observing this treaty with a kind of
+provocative resentment. I cannot tell how I knew it&mdash;certainly
+through no recognized media of communication.</p>
+<p>Most formally I offered her a chair by the card-table, and
+resumed my own chair with what I meant for an air of inhospitable
+abstraction. She declined the chair, preferring to stand by the
+table as was her custom.</p>
+<p>"It was on this spot years ago," I said, laying down the second
+eight cards, "that Solon Denney first told me he was about to
+marry."</p>
+<p>Discursive gossip seemed best, I thought.</p>
+<p>"Two long yellow braids," she remarked. It would be too much to
+say that her words were snapped out.</p>
+<p>"And now he has told me again&mdash;I mean that he's going to
+marry again."</p>
+<p>"What did you do?" she asked more cordially, studying the
+cards.</p>
+<p>"The first time I went to war," I answered absently, having to
+play up the ace and deuce of diamonds.</p>
+<p>"I have never been able to care much for yellow hair," she
+observed, also studying the cards; "of course, it's
+<i>effective</i>, in a way, but&mdash;may I ask what you're going
+to do this time?"</p>
+<p>"This time I'm going to play the game."</p>
+<p>Again she studied the cards.</p>
+<p>"It's refining," I insisted. "It teaches. I'm learning to be a
+Sannyasin."</p>
+<p>Eight other cards were down, and I engrossed myself with
+them.</p>
+<p>"Is a Sannyasin rather dull?"</p>
+<p>"In the Bhagavad-gita," I answered, "he is to be known as a
+Sannyasin who does not hate and does not love anything."</p>
+<p>"How are you progressing?" I felt her troubling eyes full upon
+me, and I suspected there was mockery in their depths.</p>
+<p>"Oh, well, fairishly&mdash;but of course I haven't studied as
+faithfully as I might."</p>
+<p>"I should think you couldn't afford to be negligent."</p>
+<p>I played up the four of spades and put a king of hearts in the
+space thus happily secured.</p>
+<p>"I have read," I answered absently, "that a benevolent man
+should allow himself a few faults to keep his friends in
+countenance. I mustn't be everything perfect, you know."</p>
+<p>"Don't restrain yourself in the least on my account."</p>
+<p>"You are my sole trouble," I said, playing a black seven on a
+red eight. She looked off the table as I glanced up at her.</p>
+<p>I am a patient enough man, I believe, and I hope meek and lowly,
+but I saw suddenly that not all the beatitudes should be taken
+without reservation.</p>
+<p>"I repeat," I said, for she had not spoken, "your presence is
+the most troubling thing I know. It keeps me back in my
+studies."</p>
+<p>"There's a red five for that black six," she observed.</p>
+<p>"Thank you!" and I made the play.</p>
+<p>"Then you're not a Sannyasin yet?"</p>
+<p>"I've nearly taken the first degree. Sometimes after hard
+practice I can succeed in not hating anything for as much as an
+hour."</p>
+<p>I dealt eight more cards and became, to outward seeming, I hope,
+absorbed in the new aspect of the game.</p>
+<p>"Perseverance will be rewarded," she said kindly. "You can't
+expect to learn it all at once."</p>
+<p>"You might try not to make it harder for me."</p>
+<p>Again had I been a third person of fair discernment, I believe I
+should have sworn that I caught in her eyes a gleam of hardened,
+relentless determination; but she only pointed to a four of hearts
+which I was neglecting to play up.</p>
+<p>"Why not play the game to win?" she asked, and there was that in
+her voice which was like to undo me&mdash;a tone and the merest
+fanning of my face by her loose sleeve as she pointed to the
+card.</p>
+<p>Suddenly I knew that honor was not in me. She walked within my
+lines in imminent peril of the deadliest character. But there was
+no sign of fear in the look she held me with, and I knew she had
+not sensed her danger.</p>
+<p>"You should play your stupid game to win," she repeated
+terribly. "You are too ingenious at finding balm in defeat." That
+little golden roughness in her voice seemed to grate on my bared
+heart. I left her eyes with a last desperate appeal to the game. My
+hand shook as it laid down the final eight cards.</p>
+<p>"Have I ever had any reason to think I could win?" I found I
+could ask this if I kept my eyes upon the cards.</p>
+<p>She laughed a curious, almost silent, confidential little laugh,
+through which a sigh of despair seemed to breathe.</p>
+<p>I looked quickly up, but again there was that strange gleam in
+her eyes, a gleam of sternest resolve I should have called it under
+other circumstances.</p>
+<p>"You see!" I exclaimed, pointing with a trembling but triumphant
+finger at the cards. "You see! I am beaten now, in this game that
+seemed easy up to the very last moment. What could I hope for in a
+game where the cards fell wretchedly from the very start? If I
+hoped now, I'd be a hopeless fool, indeed!"</p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p class="figure"><a href="images/illp357t.jpg"><img width="50%"
+src="images/illp357t.jpg" alt=
+"'THAT WILL DO,' I SAID SEVERELY. 'REMEMBER THERE IS A GENTLEMAN PRESENT.'" />
+</a></p>
+<center><h5>"'THAT WILL DO,' I SAID SEVERELY. 'REMEMBER THERE IS A
+GENTLEMAN PRESENT.'"</h5></center>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<p>"Are you sure you know how to play this game?"</p>
+<p>There was a sort of finality in her words that sickened me.</p>
+<p>"I have abided always by the rules," I answered doggedly, "and I
+do know the rules. Look&mdash;this game is neatly blocked by one
+little four-spot on that queen. If that queen were free, I could
+finish everything."</p>
+<p>"Oh, oh&mdash;I've told you it's a stupid game with stupid
+rules&mdash;and it makes its players&mdash;" She did not complete
+that, but went about on another tack&mdash;with the danger note in
+her voice. "Just now I overheard your caller say a
+thing&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Ah, I feared you overheard."</p>
+<p>The arrogance of the gesture with which she interrupted me was
+splendid.</p>
+<p>"He said, 'How long are you going to keep up
+that&mdash;that&mdash;'"</p>
+<p>"That will do," I said severely. "Remember there is a gentleman
+present." But my voice sounded queerly indeed to the ears most
+familiar with its quality. Also it trembled, for her gaze, almost
+stern in its questioning, had not released me.</p>
+<p>"But how long <i>are</i> you?" Her own voice had trembled, as
+mine did. She might as well have used the avoided word. Her tone
+carried it far too intelligibly. It was quite as bad as swearing. I
+tried twice before I succeeded in finding my voice.</p>
+<p>"I've <i>told</i> you," I said desperately; "can't you
+see&mdash;that queen isn't free?"</p>
+<p>Swiftly&mdash;I regret to say, almost with a show of
+temper&mdash;she snatched the four of diamonds from its lawful
+place and laid it brazenly far outside the game.</p>
+<p>"The creature <i>is</i> free," she said crisply&mdash;but at
+once her arrogance was gone and she drooped visibly in
+weakness.</p>
+<p>So quickly did I rise from the table that the cards of the game
+were hurled into a meaningless confusion. I stood at her side. I
+had lost myself.</p>
+<p>"Little Miss,&mdash;oh, Little Miss! I've a thousand arms all
+crying for you."</p>
+<p>Slowly she made her eyes come to mine&mdash;not without effort,
+for we were close.</p>
+<p>"I am glad we left you,"&mdash;she had meant to say "that arm,"
+I judge, but there was a break in her voice, a swift movement, and
+she suddenly said "<i>this</i> arm," with a little shudder in which
+she could not meet my eyes; for, such as the arm was, she had
+finished her speech from within it. Close I held her, like a
+witless moonling, forgetting all resolves, all lessons, all
+treaties&mdash;all but that she was not a dream woman.</p>
+<p>"Oh, Little Miss!" was all I could say; and she&mdash;"Calvin
+Blake!" as if it were a phrase of endearment.</p>
+<p>"Little Miss, that loss has put me out, but never has it been
+the hardship it is now&mdash;one arm!"</p>
+<p>I had not thought it possible for her to come nearer, but a
+successful nestling movement was her answer.</p>
+<p>"I feel the need of a thousand arms, and yet their strength
+is&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Is in this one." She completed my sentence with her own
+nestling emphasis for "this one."</p>
+<p>"Can you believe now, Little Miss?"</p>
+<p>"Yes&mdash;you gave it to me again."</p>
+<p>"Can you believe that I&mdash;I&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"<i>That</i> was never hard. I believed that the first evening I
+saw you."</p>
+<p>"A womanish thing to say&mdash;I didn't know it myself."</p>
+<p>But she laughed to me, laughed still as I brought her face
+nearer&mdash;so near. Only then did her parted lips close tensely
+in the woman fear of what she read in my eyes. I have reason to
+believe that she would have mastered this fear, but at that instant
+Miss Caroline coughed rather alarmingly.</p>
+<p>"You should do something for that right away," I said, as we
+struck ourselves apart. "You let a cough like that run along and
+you don't know what it may end in." Whereupon, having kissed no one
+on this occasion, I now kissed Miss Caroline,&mdash;without
+difficulty, I may add.</p>
+<p>"I've been meaning to do it for a year," I explained.</p>
+<p>"I must remind you that they were far less deliberate in
+<i>my</i> day," said she, with a delicate hint of reminiscence in
+her tone. Whereupon she looked searchingly at each of us in turn.
+Then, with a little gasp, she wept daintily upon my love's
+shoulder.</p>
+<p>I had long suspected that tears were a mere aesthetic
+refreshment with Miss Caroline. I had never known her weaken to
+them when there seemed to be far better reasons for it than the
+present occasion furnished.</p>
+<p>"I must take her home," said my love, without speaking.</p>
+<p>"<i>Do!</i>" I urged, likewise in silence, but
+understandably.</p>
+<p>"And I must be alone," she called, as they stepped out on to the
+lawn.</p>
+<p>"So must I." It had not occurred to me; but I could see thoughts
+with which my mind needed at once to busy itself. I watched them go
+slowly into the dusk. I thought Miss Caroline seemed to be
+recovering.</p>
+<p>When they had gone, I stepped out to look up at the strange new
+stars. The measure of my dream was full and running over. To stand
+there and breathe full and laugh aloud&mdash;that was my prayer of
+gratitude; nor did I lack the presence of mind to hope that, in
+ascending, it might in some way advantage the soul of J. Rodney
+Potts, that humble tool with which the gods had wrought such
+wonders.</p>
+<p>It was no longer a dream, no vision brief as a summer's night,
+when the light fades late to come again too soon. Before, in that
+dreaming time, I saw that I had drawn water like the Danaides, in a
+pitcher full of holes. But now&mdash;I wondered how long she would
+find it good to be alone. I felt that I had been alone long enough,
+and that seven minutes, or possibly eight, might suffice even
+her.</p>
+<p>She came almost with the thought, though I believe she did not
+hurry after she saw that I observed her.</p>
+<p>"I had to be alone a long time, to think well about it&mdash;to
+think it all out," she said simply.</p>
+<p>I thought it unnecessary to state the precise number of minutes
+this had required. Instead I showed her all those strange new stars
+above us, and together we surveyed the replenished heavens.</p>
+<p>"How light it is&mdash;and so late!" she murmured absently.</p>
+<p>"Come back to our porch."</p>
+<p>There for the first time in its green life my vine came into its
+natural right of screening lovers. In its shade my love cast down
+her eyes, but intrepidly lifted her lips. Miss Caroline was still
+where she should have remained in the first place.</p>
+<p>"I am very happy, Little Miss!"</p>
+<p>"You shall be still happier, Calvin Blake. I haven't waited this
+long without knowing&mdash;"</p>
+<p>"Nor I! I know, too."</p>
+<p>"I hope Jim will be glad," she suggested.</p>
+<p>"He'll be delighted, and vastly relieved. It has puzzled him
+fearfully of late to see you living away from me."</p>
+<p>We sat down, for there seemed much to say.</p>
+<p>"I believed more than you did, with all your game," she taunted
+me.</p>
+<p>"But you broke the rules. Anybody can believe anything if he can
+break all the rules."</p>
+<p>"I'd a dreadful time showing you that I meant to."</p>
+<p>I shall not detail a conversation that could have but little
+interest to others. Indeed, I remember it but poorly. I only know
+that it seemed magically to feed upon itself, yet waxed to little
+substance for the memory.</p>
+<p>One thing, however, I retain vividly enough. In a moment when we
+both were silent, renewing our amazement at the stars, there burst
+upon the night a volume of song that I instantly identified.</p>
+<p>"She sleeps, my lady sleeps!" sang the clear tenor of Arthur
+Updyke. "My lady sleeps&mdash;she sleeps!" sang three other voices
+in well-blended corroboration; after which the four discoursed upon
+this interesting theme.</p>
+<p>We were down from the stars at once, but I saw nothing to laugh
+at, and said as much.</p>
+<p>"We might take them out some sandwiches and things to drink,"
+persisted my Little Miss.</p>
+<p>But the starlight had shown me a gleam in her eyes that was too
+outrageously Peavey.</p>
+<p>"We will <i>not</i>" I chanted firmly to the music's mellowed
+accompaniment. "I am free to say now that the thing must be
+stopped, but you shall do it less brutally&mdash;to-morrow or next
+day."</p>
+<p>"Oh, well, if you&mdash;"</p>
+<p>She nestled again. So soon had this habit seemed to fasten upon
+her adaptable nature.</p>
+<p>"It's wonderful what one arm can do," she said; and in the
+darkness she felt for the closing hand of it to draw it yet more
+firmly about her.</p>
+<p>"It has the spirit of all the arms in the world, Little
+Miss&mdash;oh, my Little Miss&mdash;my dream woman come true!"</p>
+<p>She nestled again, with a sigh of old days ended.</p>
+<p>"You <i>can't</i> get any closer," I admonished.</p>
+<p>"<i>Here!</i>" she whispered insistingly, so that I felt the
+breath of it.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+<h2><a name="CH30">CHAPTER XXX</a></h2>
+<center>BY ANOTHER HAND</center>
+<p>A wanderer from Little Arcady in early days returned to its
+placid shades after many years, drawn thither by a little
+quick-born yearning to walk the old streets again. But he found
+such strangeness in these that his memory was put to prodigious
+feats of reconstruction ere it could make them seemly as of
+yore.</p>
+<p>To the west, away from the river, the town has groped beyond a
+prairie frontier that had once been sacred to boyish games and the
+family cow. Now, so thickly was it built with neat white houses,
+that only with strenuous clairvoyance could famous old localities
+be identified: the ball-ground; the marshy stretch that made
+skating in winter, or, in spring, a fascinating place to catch cold
+by wading; the grassy common where "shinny" was played by day and
+"Yellow Horn" by night; the enchanted spot where the circus built
+airy castles of canvas, and where, on the day after, one might
+plant one's feet squarely in the magic ring, on the veritable spot,
+perchance, where the clown had superhumanly ridden the difficult
+trick-mule after local volunteers had failed so entertainingly.</p>
+<p>Barns in this once wild country had failed amazingly. Only one
+of any character was left, and it had shrunk. Of old a structure of
+possibilities intensely romantic, it was now dingy, pitiable,
+insignificant. No reasonable person would consider holding a circus
+there&mdash;admission ten pins for boys and five pins for
+girls.</p>
+<p>Orchards, too, had suffered. Acres of them, once known to their
+last tree, including the safest routes of approach by day or night,
+had been cut down to make space for substantial but unexciting
+houses, quite like the houses in anybody's town. Other orchards had
+shrunk to a few poor unproductive trees so little prized by their
+owners that they could no longer excite evil thoughts in the
+young.</p>
+<p>Indeed, almost everything had shrunk. The church steeples, once
+of an inconceivable height, were now but a scant sixty feet; and
+the buildings beneath them, that once had vied with old-world
+cathedrals, were seen to be but toy churches.</p>
+<p>Especially had gardens shrunk. One that boasted the widest area
+in days when it must be hoed for the advantage of potatoes insanely
+planted there, was now a plot so tiny that the returned wanderer,
+amazedly staring at it, abandoned all effort to make it occupy its
+old place in his memory.</p>
+<p>North and south were dozens of strange, prim houses to puzzle up
+the streets. The street-signs, another innovation, were truly
+needed. Of old it had been enough to say "down toward the depot,"
+"out by the McCormick place," "next to the Presbyterian church,"
+"up around the schoolhouse," or "down by the lumber yard." But now
+it was plain that one had to know First, Second, and Third streets,
+Washington, Adams, and Jefferson streets.</p>
+<p>Socially as well, the town had changed. Not only is the native
+stock more travelled, speaking&mdash;entirely without an
+air&mdash;of trips to the Yellowstone, to Europe, Chicago, or Santa
+Barbara, but a new element has invaded the little country. It goes
+in the fall, but it comes again each summer, drawn by the green
+beauty of the spot, and it has left its impress.</p>
+<p>The revisiting wanderer observed, as in a dream, an immaculate
+coup&eacute; with a couple of men on the box who behaved quite as
+if they were about to enter the park in the full glare of
+Fifty-ninth Street and Fifth Avenue, though they were but on a
+street of the little country among farm wagons. The outfit was
+ascertained to belong to a summer resident who was said, by common
+report, to "have wine right on the table at every meal." No one
+born out of Little Arcady can appraise the revolutionary character
+of this circumstance at anything like its true value.</p>
+<p>Further, in the line of vehicular sensationalism, a modish
+wicker-bodied phaeton and a minute pony-cart were seen on a
+pleasant afternoon to issue from a driveway far up a street that
+now has a name, but which used to be adequately identified by
+saying "up toward the Fair Grounds."</p>
+<p>The phaeton was occupied by two ladies, one rather old, to whom
+a couple of half-grown children in the pony-cart kissed their hands
+and shouted. They were not permitted to follow the phaeton,
+however, as they seemed to have wished. Its shock-headed pony,
+driven by an aged negro who scolded both children with a worn and
+practised garrulity, was turned in another direction. One of the
+children, a little dark-faced girl of eight or nine, called "Little
+Miss" by the driver, was repeatedly threatened in the fiercest tone
+by him because of her perilous twistings to look back at the
+phaeton. The cart was followed by a liver-and-white setter; a young
+dog, it seemed, from his frenzied caperings and his manner of
+appearing to think of something else in the midst of every
+important moment.</p>
+<p>There proved to be two papers in the town, as of old, but the
+<i>Argus</i> was now published twice a week, Wednesdays and
+Saturdays. The wanderer eagerly scanned its columns for familiar
+names and for something of the town's old tone; but with little
+success.</p>
+<p>Said one item, "A string of electric lights, on a street leading
+up one of our hills, looks like a necklace of brilliants on the
+bosom of the night." Old Little Arcady had not electric lights; nor
+the <i>Argus</i> this exuberance of simile.</p>
+<p>Again: "This new game of golf that the summer folks play seems
+to have too much walking for a good game and just enough game to
+spoil a good walk." Golf in the Little Country!</p>
+<p>The advent of musical culture was signified by this: "At least
+thirty girls in this town can play the first part of 'Narcissus'
+pretty well. But when they come to the second part they mangle the
+keys for a minute and then say, 'I don't care much for that second
+part&mdash;do you?' Why don't some of them learn it and give us a
+chance to judge?"</p>
+<p>The <i>Argus</i> had acquired a "Woman's Department," conducted
+by Mrs. Aurelia Potts Denney, wife of the editor,&mdash;a
+public-spirited woman, prominent in club circles, and said to be of
+great assistance to her husband in his editorial duties. The town
+was proud of her, and sent her as delegate to the Federation of
+Woman's Clubs; her name, indeed, has been printed in full more than
+once, even by Chicago newspapers. Some say that wisely she might
+give more attention to her twin sons, Hayes and Wheeler Denney; but
+this likely is ill-natured carping, for Hayes and Wheeler seem not
+more lawless than other twins of eight. And carpers, to a
+certainty, do exist in Little Arcady.</p>
+<p>One Westley Keyts, for example, lounging in the doorway of his
+meat-shop, renewed acquaintance with the wanderer, who remembered
+him as a glum-faced but not bad-hearted chap. Names recalled and
+hands shaken, Mr. Keyts began to lament the simple ways of an elder
+day, glancing meanwhile with honest disapproval at a newly
+installed competitor across the street. The shop itself was
+something of an affront, its gilt name more&mdash;"The Bon Ton
+Market." Mr. Keyts pronounced "Bon Ton" in his own fashion, but his
+contempt was ably and amply expressed.</p>
+<p>"Sounds like one of them fancy names for a corset or a patent
+lamp," he complained. "It's this here summer business that done it.
+They swarm in here with their private hacks and their hired help
+all togged out till you'd think they was generals in the army, and
+they play that game of sissy-shinny (drop-the-handkerchief for
+mine, if <i>I</i> got to play any such game), and they're such
+great hands to kite around nights when folks had ought to be in
+their beds. I tell you, my friend, it ain't doing this town one bit
+of good. The idea of a passel of strong, husky young men settin'
+around on porches in their white pants and calling it 'passing the
+summer.' <i>I</i> ain't never found time to pass any summers."</p>
+<p>The wanderer expressed a proper regret for this decadence. Mr.
+Keyts reverted bitterly to the Bon Ton market:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"Good name for a tooth powder, or a patent necktie, or an
+egg-beater. But a butcher-shop!&mdash;why, it's a <i>hell</i> of a
+name for a butcher-shop!"</p>
+<p>The wanderer expressed perfect sympathy with this view of the
+shop legend, and remarked, "By the way, whose big house is that
+with the columns in front, up where the Prouse and old Blake houses
+used to be?"</p>
+<p>The face of Mr. Keyts became pleasanter.</p>
+<p>"Oh, that?&mdash;that's Cal Blake's&mdash;Major Blake's, you
+know. He married a girl that come in here from the South with her
+mother. I guess that was after you got out of here. They tore down
+the two houses and built that big one. They say it's like them
+Southern houses, but I don't know. It seems awful plain up the
+front of it. Cal's all right, though. I guess mebbe he built the
+house kind of bare that way to please his wife and his
+mother-in-law. I'll bet if he'd had his own way, there'd be some
+brackets and fret work on the front to liven it up some. But I'd a
+done just like him in his place, I would, by Gee! So would you if
+you seen his wife. <i>Say!</i> but never mind; you wait right here.
+She'll drive up to git Cal from his office at
+four-thirty&mdash;it's right across there over the bank where that
+young fellow is settin' in the window&mdash;that's young Cal
+Denney, studyin' law with Blake. You just wait and see&mdash;she'll
+drive up in about six minutes."</p>
+<p>The wanderer waited, out of pure cordiality to Mr. Keyts. The
+prospect was not exciting, but the simple faith of the villagers
+that outsiders must share their interest in local concerns has
+always seemed too touching a thing to wreck.</p>
+<p>Within the six minutes mentioned by Mr. Keyts the diurnal
+happening to which he attached such importance was observed. A
+woman (the younger of the two seen in the phaeton) drove up for
+Major Calvin Blake; a youngish rather than a young woman, slight,
+with an effect of stateliness, and not unattractive. Her husband, a
+tall and pleasant enough looking man, came down the stairs, and
+when he saw the woman his face lighted swiftly&mdash;and rather
+wonderfully, when one considers that she was not unexpected. They
+drove away.</p>
+<p>The wanderer was not disposed to minimize the incident, however
+far he might fall short of Westley Keyts's appreciation. But he had
+been long absent from the Little Country, and the people of to-day
+were strange and unimportant. He preferred to revive, as best he
+might, the days of his own simple faith in the town's sufficiency;
+days when the world beyond the Little Country was but a place from
+which to order merchandise, or into which, at the most, adventurous
+Arcadians dared brief journeys for profit or a doubtful pleasure;
+the days of a boy's Little Arcady, that existed no more save as a
+wraith in remembering minds.</p>
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+&nbsp;
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10358 ***</div>
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