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diff --git a/21964-h/21964-h.htm b/21964-h/21964-h.htm index 98b96aa..4fead2c 100644 --- a/21964-h/21964-h.htm +++ b/21964-h/21964-h.htm @@ -1,20 +1,16 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<!DOCTYPE html> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<html lang="en"> <head> - <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> - <title> - The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Short Story, by W. Patterson Atkinson, A.M.. - </title> - <style type="text/css"> -/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ -<!-- + <meta charset="utf-8"> + <title>The Short Story | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/illus01.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> p { margin-top: .75em; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: .75em; } - h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6,.h4 { text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ clear: both; } @@ -58,62 +54,28 @@ .footnote {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; font-size: 0.9em;} .footnote .label {position: absolute; right: 84%; text-align: right;} .fnanchor {vertical-align: super; font-size: .8em; text-decoration: none;} - - // --> - /* XML end ]]>*/ + .h4 { + font-size: 1em; + margin-top: 1.33em; + margin-bottom: 1.33em; + } </style> </head> <body> - - -<pre> - -The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Short-story, by William Patterson Atkinson - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: The Short-story - -Author: William Patterson Atkinson - -Release Date: June 29, 2007 [EBook #21964] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SHORT-STORY *** - - - - -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Graeme Mackreth and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 21964 ***</div> <p class="center" style="margin-bottom: 3em;"> -<img src="images/illus01.jpg" alt="cover" /> +<img src="images/illus01.jpg" alt="cover"> </p> <p class="center"> -<img src="images/illus02.png" alt="Irvine" /> -<a id="illus02" name="illus02"></a> +<img src="images/illus02.png" alt="Irvine"> +<a id="illus02"></a> </p> -<p class='center'><span class="smcap">Washington Irving</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p> +<p class='center'><span class="smcap">Washington Irving</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p> <h1> THE SHORT-STORY</h1> @@ -125,25 +87,25 @@ Introduction and Notes</h2> <h2>W. PATTERSON ATKINSON, A.M.</h2> -<h4>VICE-PRINCIPAL OF THE LINCOLN HIGH SCHOOL -JERSEY CITY</h4> +<div class="h4">VICE-PRINCIPAL OF THE LINCOLN HIGH SCHOOL +JERSEY CITY</div> -<p class='center' style="margin-top: 10em;"><small>ALLYN AND BACON<br /> +<p class='center' style="margin-top: 10em;"><small>ALLYN AND BACON<br > -Boston New York Chicago<br /><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span> +Boston New York Chicago<br ><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span> -COPYRIGHT, 1916,<br /> -BY ALLYN AND BACON.<br /> -<br /> -Norwood Press<br /> -J. S. Cushing Co.—Berwick & Smith Co.<br /> +COPYRIGHT, 1916,<br > +BY ALLYN AND BACON.<br > +<br > +Norwood Press<br > +J. S. Cushing Co.—Berwick & Smith Co.<br > Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.</small> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h2>FOREWORD</h2> @@ -155,7 +117,7 @@ quality the book may possess is due to their criticisms.</p> <p>Hearty thanks are due Messrs. G. P. Putnam's Sons, Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons, The Thomas Y. Crowell Company, and The Houghton Mifflin -Company for gracious permission to use copyrighted material.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> +Company for gracious permission to use copyrighted material.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> <h2>CONTENTS</h2> @@ -164,65 +126,65 @@ Company for gracious permission to use copyrighted material.<span class='pagenum <p> -<a href='#LIST_OF_PORTRAITS'><span class="smcap">Portraits of Authors</span></a><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#INTRODUCTION"><span class="smcap">Introduction</span></a><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#DEFINITION">I. Definition and Development</a> </span> <br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#FORMS">II. Forms</a> </span> <br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#NARRATION">III. The Short-story as Narration </a></span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#REPRESENTATIVE">IV. Representative Short-stories </a></span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#BIBLIOGRAPHY">V. Bibliography </a> </span><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#RIP_VAN_WINKLE"><span class="smcap">Washington Irving</span>: Rip Van Winkle (1820) </a><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#THE_GOLD_BUG"><span class="smcap">Edgar Allan Poe</span>: The Gold Bug (1842)</a><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 8em;"><a href="#THE_LETTER">The Purloined Letter (1845) </a></span><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#HOWES_MASQUERADE"><span class="smcap">Nathaniel Hawthorne</span>: Howe's Masquerade (1838)</a> <br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 10.75em;"><a href="#THE_BIRTHMARK">The Birthmark (1843) </a></span><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#THE_OUTCASTS_OF_POKER_FLAT"><span class="smcap">Francis Bret Harte</span>: The Outcasts of Poker Flat (1869)</a><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#THE_SIRE_DE_MALETROITS_DOOR"><span class="smcap">Robert Louis Stevenson</span>: The Sire de Malétroit's Door (1878) </a><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 11.25em;"><a href="#MARKHEIM">Markheim (1885)</a></span><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#WEE_WILLIE_WINKIE"><span class="smcap">Rudyard Kipling</span>: Wee Willie Winkie (1888)</a><br /> -<br /> -<a href="#NOTES"><span class="smcap">Notes</span> </a><br /> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name='LIST_OF_PORTRAITS' id='LIST_OF_PORTRAITS'></a>LIST OF PORTRAITS</h2> +<a href='#LIST_OF_PORTRAITS'><span class="smcap">Portraits of Authors</span></a><br > +<br > +<a href="#INTRODUCTION"><span class="smcap">Introduction</span></a><br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#DEFINITION">I. Definition and Development</a> </span> <br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#FORMS">II. Forms</a> </span> <br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#NARRATION">III. The Short-story as Narration </a></span><br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#REPRESENTATIVE">IV. Representative Short-stories </a></span><br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#BIBLIOGRAPHY">V. Bibliography </a> </span><br > +<br > +<a href="#RIP_VAN_WINKLE"><span class="smcap">Washington Irving</span>: Rip Van Winkle (1820) </a><br > +<br > +<a href="#THE_GOLD_BUG"><span class="smcap">Edgar Allan Poe</span>: The Gold Bug (1842)</a><br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 8em;"><a href="#THE_LETTER">The Purloined Letter (1845) </a></span><br > +<br > +<a href="#HOWES_MASQUERADE"><span class="smcap">Nathaniel Hawthorne</span>: Howe's Masquerade (1838)</a> <br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 10.75em;"><a href="#THE_BIRTHMARK">The Birthmark (1843) </a></span><br > +<br > +<a href="#THE_OUTCASTS_OF_POKER_FLAT"><span class="smcap">Francis Bret Harte</span>: The Outcasts of Poker Flat (1869)</a><br > +<br > +<a href="#THE_SIRE_DE_MALETROITS_DOOR"><span class="smcap">Robert Louis Stevenson</span>: The Sire de Malétroit's Door (1878) </a><br > +<br > +<span style="margin-left: 11.25em;"><a href="#MARKHEIM">Markheim (1885)</a></span><br > +<br > +<a href="#WEE_WILLIE_WINKIE"><span class="smcap">Rudyard Kipling</span>: Wee Willie Winkie (1888)</a><br > +<br > +<a href="#NOTES"><span class="smcap">Notes</span> </a><br > +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a id='LIST_OF_PORTRAITS'></a>LIST OF PORTRAITS</h2> <p> -<a href='#illus02'><span class="smcap">Washington Irving</span></a> <i>Frontispiece</i><br /> -<br /> -<a href='#illus03.png'><span class="smcap">Edgar Allan Poe</span> </a> <br /> -<br /> -<a href='#illus05.png'><span class="smcap">Nathaniel Hawthorne</span></a><br /> -<br /> -<a href='#illus06.png'><span class="smcap">Francis Bret Harte</span></a><br /> -<br /> -<a href='#illus07.png'><span class="smcap">Robert Louis Stevenson</span> </a><br /> -<br /> -<a href='#illus08.png'><span class="smcap">Rudyard Kipling</span></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span><br /> +<a href='#illus02'><span class="smcap">Washington Irving</span></a> <i>Frontispiece</i><br > +<br > +<a href='#illus03.png'><span class="smcap">Edgar Allan Poe</span> </a> <br > +<br > +<a href='#illus05.png'><span class="smcap">Nathaniel Hawthorne</span></a><br > +<br > +<a href='#illus06.png'><span class="smcap">Francis Bret Harte</span></a><br > +<br > +<a href='#illus07.png'><span class="smcap">Robert Louis Stevenson</span> </a><br > +<br > +<a href='#illus08.png'><span class="smcap">Rudyard Kipling</span></a><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span><br > </p> -<h2><a name="INTRODUCTION" id="INTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION</h2> +<h2><a id="INTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION</h2> -<h3>I<br /> +<h3>I<br > -<a name="DEFINITION" id="DEFINITION"></a>DEFINITION AND DEVELOPMENT</h3> +<a id="DEFINITION"></a>DEFINITION AND DEVELOPMENT</h3> <p>Mankind has always loved to tell stories and to listen to them. The most primitive and unlettered peoples and tribes have always shown and still @@ -242,7 +204,7 @@ of Mirza</i>; the parable, e.g. <i>The Prodigal Son</i>. Sometimes it was merely to amuse, sometimes to instruct. With this process are intimately connected famous books, such as "The Gesta Romanorum" (which, by the way, has nothing to do with the Romans) and famous writers like -Boccaccio.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span></p> +Boccaccio.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span></p> <p>Gradually there grew a body of rules and a technique, and men began to write about the way stories should be composed, as is seen in @@ -262,14 +224,14 @@ short-story.</p> <p>The short-story—Prof. Brander Matthews has suggested the hyphen to differentiate it from the story which is merely short and to indicate -that it is a new species<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>—is a narrative which is short and has +that it is a new species<a id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>—is a narrative which is short and has unity, compression, originality, and ingenuity, each in a high -degree.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> The notion of shortness as used in this definition may be +degree.<a id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> The notion of shortness as used in this definition may be inexactly though easily grasped by considering the length of the average magazine story. Compression means that nothing must be included that can be left out. Clayton Hamilton expresses this idea by the convenient -phrase "economy of means."<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> By originality is meant something new in -plot, point, outcome, or character. (See Introduc<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span>tion III for a +phrase "economy of means."<a id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> By originality is meant something new in +plot, point, outcome, or character. (See Introduc<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span>tion III for a discussion of these terms.) Ingenuity suggests cleverness in handling the theme. The short-story also is impressionistic because it leaves to the reader the reconstruction from hints of much of the setting and @@ -278,15 +240,15 @@ details.</p> <p>Mr. Hamilton has also constructed another useful definition. He says: "The aim of a short-story is to produce a single narrative effect with the greatest economy of means that is consistent with the utmost -emphasis."<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> +emphasis."<a id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> <p>However, years before, in 1842, in his celebrated review of Hawthorne's -<i>Tales</i><a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Edgar Allan Poe had laid down the same theory, in which he +<i>Tales</i><a id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Edgar Allan Poe had laid down the same theory, in which he emphasizes what he elsewhere calls, after Schlegel, the unity or totality of interest, <i>i.e.</i> unity of impression, effect, and economy. Stevenson, too, has written critically of the short-story, laying stress on this essential unity, pointing out how each effect leads to the next, -and how the end is part of the beginning.<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></p> +and how the end is part of the beginning.<a id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></p> <p>America may justly lay claim to this new species of short narrative. Beginning in the early part of the nineteenth century there had begun to @@ -294,9 +256,9 @@ appear in this country stories showing variations from the English type of story which "still bore upon it marks of its origin; it was either a hard, formal, didactic treatise, derived from the moral apologue or fable; or it was a sentimental love-tale derived from the artificial -love-romance that followed the romance of chivalry."<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> The first one to +love-romance that followed the romance of chivalry."<a id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> The first one to stand out prominently is Washington Irving's <i>Rip Van Winkle</i>, which was -published in 1820. This story, while more leisurely and less<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> condensed +published in 1820. This story, while more leisurely and less<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> condensed than the completely developed form of the short-story, had the important element of humor, as well as freshness, grace, and restraint, nothing being said that should not be said.</p> @@ -324,7 +286,7 @@ him who contemplates it with a kindred art a sense of the fullest satisfaction. The idea of the tale has been presented unblemished because undisturbed; and this is an end unattainable by the novel." It is to be noted that Poe roused interest in his effect by the method of -suspense, that is, by holding back the solution of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span> plot, by putting +suspense, that is, by holding back the solution of the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span> plot, by putting off telling what the reader wants to know, though he continually aggravates the desire to know by constant hints, the full significance of which is only realized when the story is done. His stories are of two @@ -353,7 +315,7 @@ there is some outward symbol of the circumstances or the state of mind. It is seen, for example, in <i>The Minister's Black Veil</i> (1835).</p> <p>In 1868 was published <i>Luck of Roaring Camp</i>, by Bret Harte. In this -story and those that immediately followed,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> the author advanced the +story and those that immediately followed,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> the author advanced the development of the short-story yet another step by introducing local color. Local color means the peculiar customs, scenery, or surroundings of any kind, which mark off one place from another. In a literary sense @@ -381,7 +343,7 @@ the name of Henry James is indissolubly linked. <i>The Passionate Pilgrim</i> <p>By this time the American short-story had crossed to England and found in Robert Louis Stevenson an artist who could handle it with consummate skill. He passed it on a more finished and polished article than when -he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span> received it, because by a long course of self-training he had become +he<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span> received it, because by a long course of self-training he had become a master in the use of words. His stories remind one of Hawthorne because there is generally in them some underlying moral question, some question of human action, something concerning right and wrong. But they @@ -408,12 +370,12 @@ maturity a new kind of short narrative identified with American Literature and the American people, exhibiting the foremost traits of the American character, and written by a large number of authors of different rank whose work, of a surprisingly high average of technical -excellence, appears chiefly in the magazines.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span></p> +excellence, appears chiefly in the magazines.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span></p> -<h3>II<br /> +<h3>II<br > -<a name="FORMS" id="FORMS"></a>FORMS</h3> +<a id="FORMS"></a>FORMS</h3> <p>Though the short-story has achieved a normal or general form of straightforward narrative, as in Kipling's <i>An Habitation Enforced</i> or @@ -442,7 +404,7 @@ Error in the Fourth Dimension</i>, wherein setting is emphasized.</p> stories of dramatic interest, that is, of some striking happening that would hold the audience of a play in a highly excited state, as Stevenson's <i>Sire de Malétroit's Door</i>; of love, as Bunner's <i>Love in -Old Cloathes</i>; of roman<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span>tic adventure, as Kipling's <i>Man Who Would Be +Old Cloathes</i>; of roman<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span>tic adventure, as Kipling's <i>Man Who Would Be King</i>; of terror, as Poe's <i>Pit and the Pendulum</i>; of the supernatural, as Crawford's <i>The Upper Berth</i>; of humor, as humor, as Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews' <i>A Good Samaritan</i>; of animals, as Kipling's @@ -450,9 +412,9 @@ Shipman Andrews' <i>A Good Samaritan</i>; of animals, as Kipling's Future</i>; and so on.</p> -<h3>III<br /> +<h3>III<br > -<a name="NARRATION" id="NARRATION"></a>THE SHORT-STORY AS NARRATION</h3> +<a id="NARRATION"></a>THE SHORT-STORY AS NARRATION</h3> <p>All the previous discussion must not obscure the fact that the short-story is a form of narration and subject to all that pertains @@ -473,7 +435,7 @@ Often this conflict, technically the collision, is brought about by another character. But it may be some happening. Whatever it is, it is called the complicating force. Then again, toward the end of the story, there is something else which either helps the protagonist to overcome -the obstacle, or the obstacle to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span> overcome the protagonist. This is +the obstacle, or the obstacle to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span> overcome the protagonist. This is called the resolving force.</p> <p>As these two forces work in different parts of the story, the action is @@ -491,176 +453,176 @@ the dénouement or conclusion.</p> interest. When the lines of interest become entangled we have the plot.</p> <p>The following diagram illustrates to the eye the development of a story. -Of course it must be distinctly under<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span>stood that no story is the result +Of course it must be distinctly under<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span>stood that no story is the result of a mere substitution in a formula. Sometimes the various steps in the working-out of a story overlap in such a manner that its development according to a prescribed plan is not apparent.</p> <p class="center" style="margin-top: 2em;"> -<img src="images/illus04.png" alt="chart" /> +<img src="images/illus04.png" alt="chart"> </p> <p>Small <i>c</i> is sometimes called the crisis, being the point at which the -action is most intense and begins to turn toward the end.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span></p> +action is most intense and begins to turn toward the end.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span></p> -<h3>IV<br /> +<h3>IV<br > -<a name="REPRESENTATIVE" id="REPRESENTATIVE"></a>LIST OF REPRESENTATIVE SHORT-STORIES</h3> +<a id="REPRESENTATIVE"></a>LIST OF REPRESENTATIVE SHORT-STORIES</h3> <p> -1. <span class="smcap">Aldrich</span>: Marjorie Daw.<br /> -2.<span style="margin-left: 4em;"> Quite So.</span><br /> -<br /> -3. <span class="smcap">Andrews</span>: Amici.<br /> +1. <span class="smcap">Aldrich</span>: Marjorie Daw.<br > +2.<span style="margin-left: 4em;"> Quite So.</span><br > +<br > +3. <span class="smcap">Andrews</span>: Amici.<br > 4. <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"> The Glory of the Commonplace.</span> -<br /> -5. <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"> A Good Samaritan.</span><br /> -<br /> -6. <span class="smcap">Bunner</span>: "As One Having Authority."<br /> -7. <span style="margin-left: 4em;"> Love in Old Cloathes.</span><br /> -<br /> -8. <span class="smcap">Bunner and Matthews</span>: Documents in the Case.<br /> -<br /> -9. <span class="smcap">Cable</span>: Posson Jone.<br /> -<br /> -10. <span class="smcap">Child</span>: The Man in the Shadow.<br /> -<br /> -11. <span class="smcap">Clemens</span>: Jumping Frog.<br /> -<br /> -12. <span class="smcap">Cobb</span>: To the Editor of the Sun.<br /> -<br /> -13. <span class="smcap">Colcord</span>: The Game of Life and Death.<br /> -<br /> -14. <span class="smcap">Davis, R. H.</span>: The Bar Sinister.<br /> +<br > +5. <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"> A Good Samaritan.</span><br > +<br > +6. <span class="smcap">Bunner</span>: "As One Having Authority."<br > +7. <span style="margin-left: 4em;"> Love in Old Cloathes.</span><br > +<br > +8. <span class="smcap">Bunner and Matthews</span>: Documents in the Case.<br > +<br > +9. <span class="smcap">Cable</span>: Posson Jone.<br > +<br > +10. <span class="smcap">Child</span>: The Man in the Shadow.<br > +<br > +11. <span class="smcap">Clemens</span>: Jumping Frog.<br > +<br > +12. <span class="smcap">Cobb</span>: To the Editor of the Sun.<br > +<br > +13. <span class="smcap">Colcord</span>: The Game of Life and Death.<br > +<br > +14. <span class="smcap">Davis, R. H.</span>: The Bar Sinister.<br > 15. <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;"> Gallegher.</span> -<br /> -16. <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;"> The Lion and the Unicorn.</span><br /> -<br /> +<br > +16. <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;"> The Lion and the Unicorn.</span><br > +<br > 17. <span class="smcap">Doyle</span>: The Red-Headed League. -<br /> +<br > 18. <span style="margin-left: 3em;"> A Scandal in Bohemia.</span> -<br /> +<br > 19.<span style="margin-left: 3em;"> The Striped Chest.</span> -<br /> -20. <span style="margin-left: 3em;"> Through the Veil.</span><br /> -<br /> -21. <span class="smcap">Garland</span>: The Return of a Private.<br /> -<br /> -22. <span class="smcap">Gerould</span>: On the Staircase.<br /> -<br /> -23. <span class="smcap">Hale</span>: The Man without a Country.<br /> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span></p> +<br > +20. <span style="margin-left: 3em;"> Through the Veil.</span><br > +<br > +21. <span class="smcap">Garland</span>: The Return of a Private.<br > +<br > +22. <span class="smcap">Gerould</span>: On the Staircase.<br > +<br > +23. <span class="smcap">Hale</span>: The Man without a Country.<br > +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span></p> <p> -24. <span class="smcap">Hardy</span>: The Three Strangers.<br /> -<br /> -25. <span class="smcap">Harris</span>: The Wonderful Tar Baby.<br /> -<br /> +24. <span class="smcap">Hardy</span>: The Three Strangers.<br > +<br > +25. <span class="smcap">Harris</span>: The Wonderful Tar Baby.<br > +<br > 26. <span class="smcap">Harte</span>: Luck of Roaring Camp. -<br /> -27.<span style="margin-left: 3.25em;"> Tennessee's Partner.</span><br /> -<br /> +<br > +27.<span style="margin-left: 3.25em;"> Tennessee's Partner.</span><br > +<br > 28. <span class="smcap">Hawthorne</span>: The Ambitious Guest. -<br /> +<br > 29. <span style="margin-left: 5.75em;"> Ethan Brand.</span> -<br /> +<br > 30. <span style="margin-left: 5.75em;"> The Gray Champion.</span> -<br /> -31. <span style="margin-left: 5.75em;"> The Great Stone Face.</span><br /> -<br /> +<br > +31. <span style="margin-left: 5.75em;"> The Great Stone Face.</span><br > +<br > 32. "<span class="smcap">O. Henry</span>": Friends in San Rosario. -<br /> -33.<span style="margin-left: 5em;"> Jimmie Hayes and Muriel.</span><br /> -<br /> -34. <span class="smcap">Irving</span>: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.<br /> -<br /> -35. The Spectre Bridegroom.<br /> -<br /> -36. <span class="smcap">James</span>: A Passionate Pilgrim.<br /> -<br /> +<br > +33.<span style="margin-left: 5em;"> Jimmie Hayes and Muriel.</span><br > +<br > +34. <span class="smcap">Irving</span>: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.<br > +<br > +35. The Spectre Bridegroom.<br > +<br > +36. <span class="smcap">James</span>: A Passionate Pilgrim.<br > +<br > 37. <span class="smcap">Janvier</span>: In the St. Peter's Set. -<br /> -38. <span style="margin-left: 3.70em;"> The Passing of Thomas.</span><br /> -<br /> -39. <span class="smcap">Jewett</span>: A Native of Winby.<br /> -<br /> +<br > +38. <span style="margin-left: 3.70em;"> The Passing of Thomas.</span><br > +<br > +39. <span class="smcap">Jewett</span>: A Native of Winby.<br > +<br > 40. <span class="smcap">Kipling</span>: The Brushwood Boy. -<br /> +<br > 41. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> An Habitation Enforced.</span> -<br /> +<br > 42. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> The Maltese Cat.</span> -<br /> +<br > 43. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> My Lord the Elephant.</span> -<br /> +<br > 44. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> Rikki-tikki-tavi.</span> -<br /> +<br > 45. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> They.</span> -<br /> +<br > 46. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> The Tomb of His Ancestors.</span> -<br /> +<br > 47. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> Wee Willie Winkie.</span> -<br /> -48. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> William the Conqueror.</span><br /> -<br /> -49. <span class="smcap">London</span>: The White Silence.<br /> -<br /> -50. <span class="smcap">Morris</span>: The Trap.<br /> -<br /> -51. <span class="smcap">Murfree</span>: The "Harnt" that Walks Chilhowee.<br /> -<br /> -52. <span class="smcap">Page</span>: Marse Chan.<br /> +<br > +48. <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;"> William the Conqueror.</span><br > +<br > +49. <span class="smcap">London</span>: The White Silence.<br > +<br > +50. <span class="smcap">Morris</span>: The Trap.<br > +<br > +51. <span class="smcap">Murfree</span>: The "Harnt" that Walks Chilhowee.<br > +<br > +52. <span class="smcap">Page</span>: Marse Chan.<br > 53. <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"> Meh Lady.</span> -<br /> -54. <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"> Polly.</span><br /> -<br /> -55. <span class="smcap">Parker</span>: The Stake and the Plumb Line.<br /> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span></p> +<br > +54. <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"> Polly.</span><br > +<br > +55. <span class="smcap">Parker</span>: The Stake and the Plumb Line.<br > +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span></p> <p> -56. <span class="smcap">Poe</span>: The Fall of the House of Usher.<br /> +56. <span class="smcap">Poe</span>: The Fall of the House of Usher.<br > 57. <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> The Murders in the Rue Morgue.</span> -<br /> -58. <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> The Pit and the Pendulum.</span><br /> -<br /> -59. <span class="smcap">Roberts</span>: From the Teeth of the Tide.<br /> -<br /> -60. <span class="smcap">Spearman</span>: Jimmie the Wind.<br /> -<br /> -61. <span class="smcap">Smith, F. H.</span>: Colonel Carter of Cartersville.<br /> -<br /> -62. <span class="smcap">Stevenson</span>: The Bottle Imp.<br /> +<br > +58. <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> The Pit and the Pendulum.</span><br > +<br > +59. <span class="smcap">Roberts</span>: From the Teeth of the Tide.<br > +<br > +60. <span class="smcap">Spearman</span>: Jimmie the Wind.<br > +<br > +61. <span class="smcap">Smith, F. H.</span>: Colonel Carter of Cartersville.<br > +<br > +62. <span class="smcap">Stevenson</span>: The Bottle Imp.<br > 63. <span style="margin-left: 5em;"> A Lodging for the Night.</span> -<br /> +<br > 64.<span style="margin-left: 5em;"> Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.</span> -<br /> +<br > 65. <span style="margin-left: 5em;"> The Merry Men.</span> -<br /> -66. <span style="margin-left: 5em;"> The Pavilion on the Links.</span><br /> -<br /> -67. <span class="smcap">Stockton</span>: The Lady or the Tiger?<br /> +<br > +66. <span style="margin-left: 5em;"> The Pavilion on the Links.</span><br > +<br > +67. <span class="smcap">Stockton</span>: The Lady or the Tiger?<br > 68. <span style="margin-left: 4.75em;"> The Transferred Ghost.</span> -<br /> -69. <span style="margin-left: 4.75em;"> A Story of Seven Devils.</span><br /> -<br /> -70. <span class="smcap">Van Dyke</span>: The Blue Flower.<br /> -<br /> -71. <span class="smcap">Wilkins (Freeman)</span>: A New England Nun.<br /> - -72. <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;"> The Revolt of Mother.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span><br /> +<br > +69. <span style="margin-left: 4.75em;"> A Story of Seven Devils.</span><br > +<br > +70. <span class="smcap">Van Dyke</span>: The Blue Flower.<br > +<br > +71. <span class="smcap">Wilkins (Freeman)</span>: A New England Nun.<br > + +72. <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;"> The Revolt of Mother.</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span><br > </p> -<h3>V<br /> +<h3>V<br > -<a name="BIBLIOGRAPHY" id="BIBLIOGRAPHY"></a>BIBLIOGRAPHY</h3> +<a id="BIBLIOGRAPHY"></a>BIBLIOGRAPHY</h3> <p><span class="smcap">Baldwin, Charles Sears</span>. American Short-stories. <i>Longmans, Green, & Co., 1904.</i></p> @@ -680,11 +642,11 @@ and XI). <i>Doubleday, Page & Co., 1908.</i></p> Mifflin Co., 1902.</i></p> <p><span class="smcap">Smith, C. Alphonso</span>, The American Short-story. <i>Ginn & Co., -1912.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxvii" id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span></p> +1912.</i><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxviii" id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" ><p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span></p> <h2>THE SHORT-STORY</h2> @@ -723,20 +685,20 @@ folks, whose good opinion is well worth having; particularly by certain biscuit-bakers, who have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on their new-year cakes; and have thus given him a chance for immortality, almost equal to the being stamped on a Waterloo Medal, or a Queen Anne's -Farthing.]<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +Farthing.]<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="RIP_VAN_WINKLE" id="RIP_VAN_WINKLE"></a>RIP VAN WINKLE</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="RIP_VAN_WINKLE"></a>RIP VAN WINKLE</h2> <p class='center'>A POSTHUMOUS WRITING OF DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER</p> <p style="margin-left: 15em;"> -By Woden, God of Saxons,<br /> -From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday,<br /> -Truth is a thing that ever I will keep<br /> -Unto thylke day in which I creep into<br /> +By Woden, God of Saxons,<br > +From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday,<br > +Truth is a thing that ever I will keep<br > +Unto thylke day in which I creep into<br > My sepulchre— </p> @@ -759,7 +721,7 @@ rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.</p> <p>At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village whose shingle-roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the -fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists, in the early times of the province, just about the beginning of the government of the good Peter Stuyvesant, (may he rest in peace!) and there were @@ -788,7 +750,7 @@ Winkle was thrice blessed.</p> <p>Certain it is, that he was a great favorite among all the good wives of the village, who, as usual with the amiable sex, took his part in all -family squabbles; and never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> failed, whenever they talked those matters +family squabbles; and never<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> failed, whenever they talked those matters over in their evening gossipings, to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle. The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, @@ -816,7 +778,7 @@ and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.</p> <p>In fact, he declared it was of no use to work on his farm; it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country; everything about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him. His fences -were con<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>tinually falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray or +were con<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>tinually falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than anywhere else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out-door work to do, so that though his patrimonial estate @@ -843,7 +805,7 @@ to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked a fresh -volley from his wife; so that he was fain to draw off his forces,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> and +volley from his wife; so that he was fain to draw off his forces,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> and take to the outside of the house—the only side which, in truth, belongs to a hen-pecked husband.</p> @@ -873,7 +835,7 @@ stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman's money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands from some passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled -out by Derrick Van Bummel, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> schoolmaster, a dapper learned little +out by Derrick Van Bummel, the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events some months after they had taken place.</p> @@ -904,7 +866,7 @@ husband in habits of idleness.</p> <p>Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair; and his only alternative, to escape from the labor of the farm and clamor of his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods. Here he -would sometimes seat him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>self at the foot of a tree, and share the +would sometimes seat him<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>self at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathized as a fellow-sufferer in persecution. "Poor Wolf," he would say, "thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live @@ -932,7 +894,7 @@ For some time Rip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the -terrors of Dame Van Winkle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> +terrors of Dame Van Winkle.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> <p>As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, "Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!" He looked round, but could see nothing @@ -960,7 +922,7 @@ of this new acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual alacrity; and mutually relieving one another, they clambered up a narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that -seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder-showers which often take place in mountain heights, he @@ -988,7 +950,7 @@ to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather-beaten countenance; he wore a laced doublet, broad belt and hanger, high-crowned hat and feather, red stockings, and high-heeled shoes, with roses in them. The whole group reminded Rip of the figures in an old -Flemish painting, in the parlor of Dominie Van<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> Shaick, the village +Flemish painting, in the parlor of Dominie Van<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> Shaick, the village parson, and which had been brought over from Holland at the time of the settlement.</p> @@ -1018,7 +980,7 @@ gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.</p> <p>On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes—it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the -eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> mountain breeze. +eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night." He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks—the @@ -1047,7 +1009,7 @@ stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to scramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch, sassafras, and witch-hazel, and sometimes tripped up or entangled by -the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> wild grapevines that twisted their coils or tendrils from tree to +the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> wild grapevines that twisted their coils or tendrils from tree to tree, and spread a kind of network in his path.</p> <p>At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs @@ -1077,7 +1039,7 @@ astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long!</p> <p>He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray -beard. The dogs, too, not one of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> which he recognized for an old +beard. The dogs, too, not one of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had @@ -1107,7 +1069,7 @@ with his voice, and then all again was silence.</p> <p>He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn—but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in its -place, with great gaping win<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>dows, some of them broken and mended with +place, with great gaping win<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>dows, some of them broken and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, "the Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle." Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall @@ -1136,7 +1098,7 @@ to the bewildered Van Winkle.</p> <p>The appearance of Rip, with his long grizzled beard, his rusty fowling-piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women and children at -his heels, soon attracted the atten<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>tion of the tavern politicians. They +his heels, soon attracted the atten<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>tion of the tavern politicians. They crowded round him, eying him from head to foot with great curiosity. The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired "on which side he voted?" Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but @@ -1165,7 +1127,7 @@ search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern.</p> <p>Rip bethought himself a moment, and inquired, "Where's Nicholas Vedder?"</p> -<p>There was a silence for a little while, when an old man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> replied, in a +<p>There was a silence for a little while, when an old man<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too."</p> @@ -1199,7 +1161,7 @@ whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name?</p> <p>"God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself—I'm -somebody else—that's me yonder—no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>—that's somebody else got into my +somebody else—that's me yonder—no<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>—that's somebody else got into my shoes—I was myself last night, but I fell asleep on the mountain, and they've changed my gun, and every thing's changed, and I'm changed, and I can't tell what's my name, or who I am!"</p> @@ -1234,7 +1196,7 @@ voice:</p> <p>"Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood-vessel in a fit of passion at a New-England peddler."</p> -<p>There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelli<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>gence. The honest +<p>There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelli<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>gence. The honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. "I am your father!" cried he—"Young Rip Van Winkle once—old Rip Van Winkle now!—Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?"</p> @@ -1263,7 +1225,7 @@ satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the first discoverer of the river and country, -kept a kind of vigil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> there every twenty years, with his crew of the +kept a kind of vigil<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> there every twenty years, with his crew of the Half-moon; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name. That his father had once seen them in their old @@ -1292,7 +1254,7 @@ village, and a chronicle of the old times "before the war." It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip, or could be made to comprehend the strange events that had taken place during his torpor. How that there had been a revolutionary war—that the country -had thrown off the yoke of old England—and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> that, instead of being a +had thrown off the yoke of old England—and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> that, instead of being a subject of his Majesty George the Third, he was now a free citizen of the United States. Rip, in fact, was no politician; the changes of states and empires made but little impression on him; but there was one @@ -1317,7 +1279,7 @@ thunderstorm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out -of Rip Van Winkle's flagon.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> +of Rip Van Winkle's flagon.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> <p class='center'>NOTE</p> @@ -1359,7 +1321,7 @@ morning dew, and send them off from the crest of the mountain, flake after flake, like flakes of carded cotton, to float in the air; until, dissolved by the heat of the sun, they would fall in gentle showers, causing the grass to spring, the fruits to ripen, and the corn to grow -an inch<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> an hour. If displeased, however, she would brew up clouds black +an inch<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> an hour. If displeased, however, she would brew up clouds black as ink, sitting in the midst of them like a bottle-bellied spider in the midst of its web; and when these clouds broke, woe betide the valleys.</p> @@ -1390,23 +1352,23 @@ continues to flow to the present day; being the identical stream known by the name of the Kaaters-kill.</p> <p class="center"> -<img src="images/illus03.png" alt="Poe" /> -<a id="illus03.png" name="illus03.png"></a> +<img src="images/illus03.png" alt="Poe"> +<a id="illus03.png"></a> </p> -<p class='center'><span class="smcap">Edgar Allan Poe</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> +<p class='center'><span class="smcap">Edgar Allan Poe</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="THE_GOLD_BUG" id="THE_GOLD_BUG"></a>THE GOLD BUG</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="THE_GOLD_BUG"></a>THE GOLD BUG</h2> <p class='center'> -"What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad!<br /> -He hath been bitten by the Tarantula."<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><i>All in the Wrong.</i></span><br /> +"What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad!<br > +He hath been bitten by the Tarantula."<br > +<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><i>All in the Wrong.</i></span><br > </p> @@ -1429,7 +1391,7 @@ fugitives from Charleston dust and fever, may be found, indeed, the bristly palmetto; but the whole island, with the exception of the western point, and a line of hard, white beach on the sea-coast, is covered with a dense undergrowth of sweet myrtle, so much prized by the -horticulturalists of England. The shrub here often attains the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> height +horticulturalists of England. The shrub here often attains the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> height of fifteen or twenty feet, and forms an almost impenetrable coppice, burthening the air with its fragrance.</p> @@ -1459,7 +1421,7 @@ considered necessary. About the middle of October, 18—, there occurred, however, a day of remarkable chilliness. Just before sunset I scrambled my way through the evergreens to the hut of my friend, whom I had not visited for several weeks, my residence being at that time in -Charleston, a distance of nine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> miles from the island, while the +Charleston, a distance of nine<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> miles from the island, while the facilities of passage and re-passage were very far behind those of the present day. Upon reaching the hut I rapped, as was my custom; and, getting no reply, sought for the key where I knew it was secreted, @@ -1490,7 +1452,7 @@ creation!"</p> <p>"What—sunrise?"</p> <p>"Nonsense! no! the bug. It is of a brilliant gold color, about the size -of a large hickory nut, with two jet black<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> spots near one extremity of +of a large hickory nut, with two jet black<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> spots near one extremity of the back, another, somewhat longer, at the other. The <i>antennæ</i> are"—</p> <p>"Dey ain't <i>no</i> tin in him, Massa Will, I keep a-telling on you," here @@ -1521,7 +1483,7 @@ at what my friend had depicted.</p> <p>"Well!" I said, after contemplating it for some minutes, "this <i>is</i> a strange <i>scarabæus</i>, I must confess; new to me; never saw anything like -it before—unless it was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> skull, or a death's-head—which it more +it before—unless it was a<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> skull, or a death's-head—which it more nearly resembles than anything else that has come under <i>my</i> observation."</p> @@ -1555,7 +1517,7 @@ is sufficient."</p> <p>"Well, well," I said, "perhaps you have—still I don't see them;" and I handed him the paper without additional remark, not wishing to ruffle his temper; but I was much surprised at the turn affairs had taken; his -ill-humor puzzled me—and, as for the drawing of the beetle,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> there were +ill-humor puzzled me—and, as for the drawing of the beetle,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> there were positively <i>no antennæ</i> visible, and the whole <i>did</i> bear a very close resemblance to the ordinary cuts of a death's-head.</p> @@ -1583,7 +1545,7 @@ even more than his usual cordiality.</p> <p>It was about a month after this (and during the interval I had seen nothing of Legrand) when I received a visit, at Charleston, from his man Jupiter. I had never seen the good old negro look so dispirited, and I -feared that some serious disaster had befallen my friend.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> +feared that some serious disaster had befallen my friend.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> <p>"Well, Jup," said I, "what is the matter now?—how is your master?"</p> @@ -1619,7 +1581,7 @@ hadn't de heart arter all—he look so berry poorly."</p> <p>"Eh?—what?—ah, yes!—upon the whole I think you had better not be too severe with the poor fellow—don't flog him, Jupiter—he can't very well -stand it—but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> can you form no idea of what has occasioned this illness, +stand it—but<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> can you form no idea of what has occasioned this illness, or rather this change of conduct? Has anything unpleasant happened since I saw you?"</p> @@ -1657,7 +1619,7 @@ goole-bugs fore dis."</p> <p>"How I know? why, cause he talk bout it in he sleep, dat's how I nose."</p> <p>"Well, Jup, perhaps you are right; but to what fortunate circumstance am -I to attribute the honor of a visit from you to-day?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> +I to attribute the honor of a visit from you to-day?"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> <p>"What de matter, massa?"</p> @@ -1699,7 +1661,7 @@ What could he be dreaming of? What new crotchet possessed his excitable brain? What "business of the highest importance" could <i>he</i> possibly have to transact? Jupiter's account of him boded no good. I dreaded lest the continued pressure of misfortune had, at length, fairly unsettled -the reason<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> of my friend. Without a moment's hesitation, therefore, I +the reason<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> of my friend. Without a moment's hesitation, therefore, I prepared to accompany the negro.</p> <p>Upon reaching the wharf, I noticed a scythe and three spades, all @@ -1735,7 +1697,7 @@ better to say, if he had yet obtained the <i>scarabæus</i> from Lieutenant G——.</p> <p>"Oh, yes," he replied, coloring violently; "I got it from him the next -morning. Nothing should tempt me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> to part with that <i>scarabæus</i>. Do you +morning. Nothing should tempt me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> to part with that <i>scarabæus</i>. Do you know that Jupiter is quite right about it?"</p> <p>"In what way?" I asked, with a sad foreboding at heart.</p> @@ -1767,7 +1729,7 @@ my examination of the beetle, "I sent for you that I might have your counsel and assistance in furthering the views of Fate and of the bug"—</p> <p>"My dear Legrand," I cried interrupting him, "you are certainly unwell, -and had better use some little pre<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>cautions. You shall go to bed, and I +and had better use some little pre<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>cautions. You shall go to bed, and I will remain with you a few days until you get over this. You are feverish and"—</p> @@ -1807,7 +1769,7 @@ propose to be absent?"</p> <p>"Probably all night. We shall start immediately, and be back, at all events, by sunrise."</p> -<p>"And will you promise me, upon your honor, that when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> this freak of +<p>"And will you promise me, upon your honor, that when<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> this freak of yours is over, and the bug business (good God!) settled to your satisfaction, you will then return home and follow my advice implicitly, as that of your physician?"</p> @@ -1837,7 +1799,7 @@ reply than "we shall see!"</p> <p>We crossed the creek at the head of the island by means of a skiff, and, ascending the high grounds on the shore of the mainland, proceeded in a northwesterly direction, through a tract of country excessively wild -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> desolate, where no trace of a human footstep was to be seen. +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> desolate, where no trace of a human footstep was to be seen. Legrand led the way with decision; pausing only for an instant, here and there, to consult what appeared to be certain landmarks of his own contrivance upon a former occasion.</p> @@ -1864,7 +1826,7 @@ When we reached this tree, Legrand turned to Jupiter, and asked him if he thought he could climb it. The old man seemed a little staggered by the question, and for some moments made no reply. At length he approached the huge trunk, walked slowly around it, and examined it with -minute attention. When he had completed his scrutiny, he merely said,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>—</p> +minute attention. When he had completed his scrutiny, he merely said,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>—</p> <p>"Yes, massa, Jup climb any tree he ebber see in he life."</p> @@ -1899,7 +1861,7 @@ make their appearance on the stem. Thus the difficulty of ascension, in the present case, lay more in semblance than in reality. Embracing the huge cylinder as closely as possible with his arms and knees, seizing with his hands some projections, and resting his naked toes upon -others,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> Jupiter, after one or two narrow escapes from falling, at +others,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> Jupiter, after one or two narrow escapes from falling, at length wriggled himself into the first great fork, and seemed to consider the whole business as virtually accomplished. The <i>risk</i> of the achievement was, in fact, now over, although the climber was some sixty @@ -1938,7 +1900,7 @@ strange, let me know."</p> <p>By this time what little doubt I might have entertained of my poor friend's insanity was put finally at rest. I had no alternative but to conclude him stricken with lunacy, and I became seriously anxious about -getting him home.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> While I was pondering upon what was best to be done, +getting him home.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> While I was pondering upon what was best to be done, Jupiter's voice was again heard.</p> <p>"Mos feerd for to ventur pon dis limb berry far—'tis dead limb putty @@ -1979,7 +1941,7 @@ that beetle I'll break your neck. Look here, Jupiter, do you hear me?"</p> <p>"Yes, massa; needn't hollo at poor nigger dat style."</p> -<p>"Well, now listen. If you will venture out on the limb<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> as far as you +<p>"Well, now listen. If you will venture out on the limb<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> as far as you think safe, and not let go the beetle, I'll make you a present of a silver dollar as soon as you get down."</p> @@ -2021,7 +1983,7 @@ wood wid."</p> as your left hand. Now, I suppose you can find the left eye of the skull, or the place where the left eye has been. Have you found it?"</p> -<p>Here was a long pause. At length the negro asked,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>—</p> +<p>Here was a long pause. At length the negro asked,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>—</p> <p>"Is de lef eye ob de skull pon de same side as de lef hand ob de skull, too?—cause de skull aint got not a bit ob a hand at all—nebber mind! I @@ -2053,7 +2015,7 @@ established by the two points of the tree and the peg, for the distance of fifty feet—Jupiter clearing away the brambles with the scythe. At the spot thus attained a second peg was driven, and about this, as a centre, a rude circle, about four feet in diameter, described. Taking -now a spade himself, and giving one to Jupiter and one to me,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> Legrand +now a spade himself, and giving one to Jupiter and one to me,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> Legrand begged us to set about digging as quickly as possible.</p> <p>To speak the truth, I had no special relish for such amusement at any @@ -2082,7 +2044,7 @@ entertained.</p> more rational cause; and, as the glare fell upon our persons and implements, I could not help thinking how picturesque a group we composed, and how strange and suspicious our labors must have appeared -to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> any interloper who, by chance, might have stumbled upon our +to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> any interloper who, by chance, might have stumbled upon our whereabouts.</p> <p>We dug very steadily for two hours. Little was said; and our chief @@ -2111,7 +2073,7 @@ signal from his master, began to gather up his tools. This done, and the dog having been unmuzzled, we turned in profound silence toward home.</p> <p>We had taken, perhaps, a dozen steps in this direction, when, with a -loud oath, Legrand strode up to Jupiter, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> seized him by the collar. +loud oath, Legrand strode up to Jupiter, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> seized him by the collar. The astonished negro opened his eyes and mouth to the fullest extent, let fall the spades, and fell upon his knees.</p> @@ -2148,7 +2110,7 @@ his right eye that the negro indicated.</p> <p>"That will do—we must try it again."</p> <p>Here my friend, about whose madness I now saw, or fancied that I saw, -certain indications of method, removed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> the peg which marked the spot +certain indications of method, removed<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> the peg which marked the spot where the beetle fell, to a spot about three inches to the westward of its former position. Taking, now, the tape-measure from the nearest point of the trunk to the peg, as before, and continuing the extension @@ -2175,7 +2137,7 @@ into the hole, tore up the mould frantically with his claws. In a few seconds he had uncovered a mass of human bones, forming two complete skeletons, intermingled with several buttons of metal, and what appeared to be the dust of decayed woollen. One or two strokes of a spade -upturned the blade of a large Spanish knife, and, as we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> dug further, +upturned the blade of a large Spanish knife, and, as we<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> dug further, three or four loose pieces of gold and silver coin came to light.</p> <p>At sight of these the joy of Jupiter could scarcely be restrained; but @@ -2204,7 +2166,7 @@ confused heap of gold and of jewels, that absolutely dazzled our eyes.</p> <p>I shall not pretend to describe the feelings with which I gazed. Amazement was, of course, predominant. Legrand appeared exhausted with -excitement, and spoke<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> very few words. Jupiter's countenance wore, for +excitement, and spoke<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> very few words. Jupiter's countenance wore, for some minutes, as deadly a pallor as it is possible, in the nature of things, for any negro's visage to assume. He seemed stupefied, thunderstricken. Presently he fell upon his knees in the pit, and, @@ -2232,7 +2194,7 @@ were, it was not in human nature to do more immediately. We rested until two, and had supper, starting for the hills immediately afterward, armed with three stout sacks, which, by good luck, were upon the premises. A little before four we arrived at the pit, divided the remainder of the -booty as equally as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> might be among us; and, leaving the holes unfilled, +booty as equally as<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> might be among us; and, leaving the holes unfilled, again set out for the hut, at which, for the second time, we deposited our golden burthens, just as the first faint streaks of the dawn gleamed from over the tree-tops in the east.</p> @@ -2262,7 +2224,7 @@ ten in all, and not one of them small; eighteen rubies of remarkable brilliancy; three hundred and ten emeralds, all very beautiful; and twenty one sapphires, with an opal. These stones had all been broken from their settings, and thrown loose in the chest. The settings -themselves,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> which we picked out from among the other gold, appeared to +themselves,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> which we picked out from among the other gold, appeared to have been beaten up with hammers, as if to prevent identification. Besides all this, there was a vast quantity of solid gold ornaments; nearly two hundred massive finger and ear rings; rich chains—thirty of @@ -2292,7 +2254,7 @@ circumstances connected with it.</p> <p>"You remember," said he, "the night when I handed you the rough sketch I had made of the <i>scarabæus</i>. You recollect, also, that I became quite vexed at you for insisting that my drawing resembled a death's-head. -When<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> you first made this assertion, I thought you were jesting; but +When<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> you first made this assertion, I thought you were jesting; but afterward I called to mind the peculiar spots on the back of the insect, and admitted to myself that your remark had some little foundation in fact. Still the sneer at my graphic powers irritated me—for I am @@ -2320,7 +2282,7 @@ coincidence involved in the fact that, unknown to me, there should have been a skull upon the other side of the parchment, immediately beneath my figure of the <i>scarabæus</i>, and that this skull, not only in outline, but in size, should so closely resemble my drawing. I say the -singularity of this coincidence absolutely stupefied me for a time.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> +singularity of this coincidence absolutely stupefied me for a time.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> <p>"This is the usual effect of such coincidences. The mind struggles to establish a connection, a sequence of cause and effect; and, being @@ -2349,7 +2311,7 @@ me a sharp bite, which caused me to let it drop. Jupiter, with his accustomed caution, before seizing the insect, which had flown towards him, looked about him for a leaf, or something of that nature, by which to take hold of it. It was at this moment that his eyes, and mine also, -fell upon the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> scrap of parchment, which I then supposed to be paper. It +fell upon the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> scrap of parchment, which I then supposed to be paper. It was lying half buried in the sand, a corner sticking up. Near the spot where we found it, I observed the remnant of the hull of what appeared to have been a ship's long boat. The wreck seemed to have been there for @@ -2377,7 +2339,7 @@ circumstances impressed me with peculiar force.</p> <p>"No doubt you will think me fanciful—but I had already established a kind of <i>connection</i>. I had put together two links of a great chain. There was a boat lying upon a sea-coast, and not far from the boat was a -parchment—<i>not a paper</i>—with a skull depicted upon it. You will, of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +parchment—<i>not a paper</i>—with a skull depicted upon it. You will, of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> course, ask, 'where is the connection?' I reply that the skull, or death's-head, is the well-known emblem of the pirate. The flag of the death's-head is hoisted in all engagements.</p> @@ -2407,7 +2369,7 @@ thus: When I drew the <i>scarabæus</i>, there was no skull apparent upon t parchment. When I had completed the drawing I gave it to you and observed you narrowly until you returned it. <i>You</i>, therefore, did not design the skull, and no one else was present to do it. Then it was not -done by human agency. And nevertheless it was done.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> +done by human agency. And nevertheless it was done.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> <p>"At this stage of my reflections I endeavored to remember, and <i>did</i> remember, with entire distinctness, every incident which occurred about @@ -2437,7 +2399,7 @@ reapplication of heat.</p> <p>"I now scrutinized the death's-head with care. Its outer edges—the edges of the drawing nearest the edge of the vellum—were far more <i>distinct</i> than the others. It was clear that the action of the caloric -had been imperfect<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> or unequal. I immediately kindled a fire, and +had been imperfect<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> or unequal. I immediately kindled a fire, and subjected every portion of the parchment to a glowing heat. At first, the only effect was the strengthening of the faint lines in the skull; but, upon persevering in the experiment, there became visible, at the @@ -2469,7 +2431,7 @@ signature."</p> <p>"Something of that kind. The fact is, I felt irresistibly impressed with a presentiment of some vast good fortune impending. I can scarcely say -why. Perhaps, after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> all, it was rather a desire than an actual belief; +why. Perhaps, after<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> all, it was rather a desire than an actual belief; but do you know that Jupiter's silly words, about the bug being of solid gold, had a remarkable effect upon my fancy? And then the series of accidents and coincidences—these were so <i>very</i> extraordinary. Do you @@ -2497,7 +2459,7 @@ a memorandum indicating its locality—had deprived him of the means of recovering it, and that this accident had become known to his followers, who otherwise might never have heard that treasure had been concealed at all, and who, busying themselves in vain, because unguided, attempts to -regain it, had given first birth, and then universal currency,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> to the +regain it, had given first birth, and then universal currency,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> to the reports which are now so common. Have you ever heard of any important treasure being unearthed along the coast?"</p> @@ -2529,7 +2491,7 @@ between the death's-head and the goat:—</p> <p>53‡‡†305))6*;4826)4‡.)4‡);806*;48†8¶60))85;;]8*;:‡*8†83(88)5*†;46(;88*96*?;8)*‡(;485);5*†2:*‡(;4956*2(5*-4)8¶ 8*;4069285);)6†8)4‡‡;1 (‡9;48081;8:8‡1;48†85;4)485†528806*81(‡9;48; -(88;4(‡?34;48)4‡;161;:188; ‡?;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> +(88;4(‡?34;48)4‡;161;:188; ‡?;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> <p>"But," said I, returning him the slip, "I am as much in the dark as ever. Were all the jewels of Golconda awaiting me upon my solution of @@ -2561,7 +2523,7 @@ depend upon, and are varied by, the genius of the particular idiom. In general, there is no alternative but experiment (directed by probabilities) of every tongue known to him who attempts the solution, until the true one be attained. But, with the cipher now before us, all -difficulty was removed by the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> signature. The pun upon the word 'Kidd' +difficulty was removed by the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> signature. The pun upon the word 'Kidd' is appreciable in no other language than the English. But for this consideration I should have begun my attempts with the Spanish and French, as the tongues in which a secret of this kind would most @@ -2577,16 +2539,16 @@ assured. But, there being no division, my first step was to ascertain the predominant letters, as well as the least frequent. Counting all, I constructed a table thus:—</p> -<table summary='cipher' width='60%' cellspacing='5'> +<table style="width: 60%;"> <tr> -<td align='right'>Of the character +<td style="text-align: right;">Of the character </td> -<td align='right'>8 +<td style="text-align: right;">8 </td> -<td align='center'>there are +<td style="text-align: center;">there are </td> -<td align='right'>33 +<td style="text-align: right;">33 </td> </tr> @@ -2594,160 +2556,160 @@ constructed a table thus:—</p> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>; +<td style="text-align: right;">; </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>26 +<td style="text-align: right;">26 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>4 +<td style="text-align: right;">4 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>19 +<td style="text-align: right;">19 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>‡) +<td style="text-align: right;">‡) </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>16 +<td style="text-align: right;">16 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>* +<td style="text-align: right;">* </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>13 +<td style="text-align: right;">13 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>5 +<td style="text-align: right;">5 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>12 +<td style="text-align: right;">12 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>6 +<td style="text-align: right;">6 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>11 +<td style="text-align: right;">11 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>( +<td style="text-align: right;">( </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>10 +<td style="text-align: right;">10 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>†1 +<td style="text-align: right;">†1 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>8 +<td style="text-align: right;">8 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>0 +<td style="text-align: right;">0 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>6 +<td style="text-align: right;">6 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>92 +<td style="text-align: right;">92 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>5 +<td style="text-align: right;">5 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>:3 +<td style="text-align: right;">:3 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>4 +<td style="text-align: right;">4 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>? +<td style="text-align: right;">? </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>3 +<td style="text-align: right;">3 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>¶ +<td style="text-align: right;">¶ </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>2 +<td style="text-align: right;">2 </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> -<td align='right'>]-. +<td style="text-align: right;">]-. </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> -<td align='right'>1 +<td style="text-align: right;">1 </td> </tr> </table> <p>"Now, in English, the letter which most frequently occurs is <i>e</i>. Afterward, the succession runs thus: <i>a o i d h n r s t u y c f g l m w -b k p q x z</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> <i>E</i> predominates so remarkably that an individual sentence +b k p q x z</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> <i>E</i> predominates so remarkably that an individual sentence of any length is rarely seen in which it is not the prevailing character.</p> @@ -2777,7 +2739,7 @@ vastly important point; that is to say, several commencements and terminations of other words. Let us refer, for example, to the last instance but one, in which the combination;48 occurs—not far from the end of the cipher. We know that the; immediately ensuing is the -commencement of a word, and of the six characters<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> succeeding this +commencement of a word, and of the six characters<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> succeeding this 'the,' we are cognizant of no less than five. Let us set these characters down, thus, by the letters we know them to represent, leaving a space for the unknown:—</p> @@ -2819,7 +2781,7 @@ substitute dots, we read thus:—</p> <p>when the word '<i>through</i>' makes itself evident at once. But this discovery gives us three new letters, <i>o, u, g</i>, represented by ‡? and 3.</p> -<p>"Looking now, narrowly, through the cipher for com<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>binations of known +<p>"Looking now, narrowly, through the cipher for com<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>binations of known characters, we find, not very far from the beginning, this arrangement:—</p> @@ -2858,11 +2820,11 @@ words are 'A good.'</p> <p>"It is now time that we arrange our key, as far as discovered, in a tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> -<table summary='cipher'width='30%'> +<table style="width: 30%;"> <tr> <td>5 </td> -<td align='center'>represents +<td style="text-align: center;">represents </td> <td>a </td> @@ -2871,7 +2833,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>† </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>d </td> @@ -2880,7 +2842,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>8 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>e </td> @@ -2889,7 +2851,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>3 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>g </td> @@ -2898,7 +2860,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>4 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>h </td> @@ -2907,7 +2869,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>6 </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>i </td> @@ -2916,7 +2878,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>* </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>n </td> @@ -2925,7 +2887,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>‡ </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>o </td> @@ -2934,7 +2896,7 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>( </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>r </td> @@ -2943,14 +2905,14 @@ tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:—</p> <tr> <td>; </td> -<td align='center'>" +<td style="text-align: center;">" </td> <td>t </td> </tr> </table> -<p>have, therefore, no less than ten of the most important letters<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><br /> +<p>have, therefore, no less than ten of the most important letters<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><br > represented, and it will be unnecessary to proceed with the details of the solution. I have said enough to convince you that ciphers of this nature are readily soluble, and to give you some insight into the @@ -2984,7 +2946,7 @@ certain to overdo the matter. When, in the course of his composition, he arrived at a break in his subject which would naturally require a pause, or a point, he would be exceedingly apt to run his characters, at this place, more than usually close together. If you will observe the MS., -in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> the present instance, you will easily detect five such cases of +in<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> the present instance, you will easily detect five such cases of unusual crowding. Acting upon this hint, I made the division thus:—</p> <div class="blockquot"><p>"'A good glass in the Bishop's hostel in the Devil's seat—forty-one @@ -3013,7 +2975,7 @@ but that it was not a castle, nor a tavern, but a high rock.</p> <p>"I offered to pay her well for her trouble, and, after some demur, she consented to accompany me to the spot. We found it without much difficulty, when, dismissing her, I proceeded to examine the place. The -'castle' consisted of an irregular assemblage of cliffs and rocks—one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +'castle' consisted of an irregular assemblage of cliffs and rocks—one<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> of the latter being quite remarkable for its height as well as for its insulated and artificial appearance. I clambered to its apex, and then felt much at a loss as to what should be next done.</p> @@ -3043,7 +3005,7 @@ elevation above the visible horizon, since the horizontal direction was clearly indicated by the words, 'north-east and by north.' This latter direction I at once established by means of a pocket-compass; then, pointing the glass as nearly at an angle of forty-one degrees of -elevation as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> I could do it by guess, I moved it cautiously up or down, +elevation as<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> I could do it by guess, I moved it cautiously up or down, until my attention was arrested by a circular rift or opening in the foliage of a large tree that overtopped its fellows in the distance. In the centre of this rift I perceived a white spot, but could not, at @@ -3072,7 +3034,7 @@ that the circular opening in question is visible from no other attainable point of view than that afforded by the narrow ledge on the face of the rock.</p> -<p>"In this expedition to the 'Bishop's Hotel' I had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> attended by +<p>"In this expedition to the 'Bishop's Hotel' I had been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> attended by Jupiter, who had no doubt observed for some weeks past the abstraction of my demeanor, and took especial care not to leave me alone. But, on the next day, getting up very early, I contrived to give him the slip, @@ -3103,7 +3065,7 @@ this ominous insignium."</p> <p>"Perhaps so; still, I cannot help thinking that common-sense had quite as much to do with the matter as poetical consistency. To be visible -from the Devil's seat, it was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> necessary that the object, if small, +from the Devil's seat, it was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> necessary that the object, if small, should be <i>white</i>: and there is nothing like your human skull for retaining and even increasing its whiteness under exposure to all vicissitudes of weather."</p> @@ -3129,12 +3091,12 @@ doubt not—it is clear that he must have had assistance in the labor. But this labor concluded, he may have thought it expedient to remove all participants in his secret. Perhaps a couple of blows with a mattock were sufficient, while his coadjutors were busy in the pit; perhaps it -required a dozen—who shall tell?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> +required a dozen—who shall tell?"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="THE_LETTER" id="THE_LETTER"></a>THE PURLOINED LETTER</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="THE_LETTER"></a>THE PURLOINED LETTER</h2> <p class='center'><i>Nil sapientiæ odiosius acumine nimio.</i></p> @@ -3161,7 +3123,7 @@ entertaining as of the contemptible about the man, and we had not seen him for several years. We had been sitting in the dark, and Dupin now arose for the purpose of lighting a lamp, but sat down again without doing so, upon G——'s saying that he had called to consult us, or -rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> some official business +rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> some official business which had occasioned a great deal of trouble.</p> <p>"If it is any point requiring reflection," observed Dupin, as he @@ -3203,7 +3165,7 @@ fault," said my friend.</p> <p>"Ha! ha! ha!—ha! ha! ha!—ho! ho! ho!" roared our visitor, profoundly amused, "O Dupin, you will be the death of me yet!"</p> -<p>"And what, after all, <i>is</i> the matter on hand?" I asked.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> +<p>"And what, after all, <i>is</i> the matter on hand?" I asked.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> <p>"Why, I will tell you," replied the Prefect, as he gave a long, steady, and contemplative puff, and settled himself in his chair. "I will tell @@ -3242,7 +3204,7 @@ valuable." The Prefect was fond of the cant of diplomacy.</p> be nameless, would bring in question the honor of a personage of most exalted station; and this fact gives the holder of the document an ascendency over the illustrious personage whose honor and peace are so -jeopardized."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> +jeopardized."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> <p>"But this ascendency," I interposed, "would depend upon the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. Who would dare—"</p> @@ -3272,7 +3234,7 @@ of no importance—upon the table."</p> <p>"Here, then," said Dupin to me, "you have precisely what you demand to make the ascendency complete—the robber's knowledge of the loser's -knowledge of the robber."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> +knowledge of the robber."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> <p>"Yes," replied the Prefect; "and the power thus attained has for some months past been wielded, for political purposes, to a very dangerous @@ -3306,7 +3268,7 @@ minister gave me, too, a great advantage. He is frequently absent from home all night. His servants are by no means numerous. They sleep at a distance from their master's apartment, and, being chiefly Neapolitans, are readily made drunk. I have keys, as you know, with which I can open -any chamber or cabinet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> in Paris. For three months a night has not +any chamber or cabinet<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> in Paris. For three months a night has not passed, during the greater part of which I have not been engaged, personally, in ransacking the D—— Hôtel. My honor is interested, and, to mention a great secret, the reward is enormous. So I did not abandon @@ -3341,7 +3303,7 @@ presume, is not altogether a fool, and, if not, must have anticipated these waylayings, as a matter of course."</p> <p>"Not <i>altogether</i> a fool," said G——; "but then he's a poet, which I -take to be only one remove from a fool."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> +take to be only one remove from a fool."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> <p>"True," said Dupin, after a long and thoughtful whiff from his meerschaum, "although I have been guilty of certain doggerel myself."</p> @@ -3373,7 +3335,7 @@ way."</p> <p>"By no means, if, when the article is deposited, a sufficient wadding of cotton be placed around it. Besides, in our case we were obliged to -proceed without noise."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> +proceed without noise."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> <p>"But you could not have removed—you could not have taken to pieces <i>all</i> articles of furniture in which it would have been possible to make @@ -3408,7 +3370,7 @@ of trouble."</p> <p>"You include the <i>grounds</i> about the houses?"</p> -<p>"All the grounds are paved with brick. They gave us<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> comparatively +<p>"All the grounds are paved with brick. They gave us<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> comparatively little trouble. We examined the moss between the bricks, and found it undisturbed."</p> @@ -3450,7 +3412,7 @@ would you advise me to do?"</p> <p>"That is absolutely needless," replied G——. "I am not more sure that I breathe than I am that the letter is not at the hôtel."</p> -<p>"I have no better advice to give you," said Dupin.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> "You have, of +<p>"I have no better advice to give you," said Dupin.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> "You have, of course, an accurate description of the letter?"</p> <p>"Oh, yes." And here the Prefect, producing a memorandum-book, proceeded @@ -3481,7 +3443,7 @@ trebled, however, I could do no more than I have done."</p> <p>"Why, yes," said Dupin drawlingly, between the whiffs of his meerschaum, "I really—think, G——, you have not exerted yourself—to the utmost in -this matter. You might do a little more, I think, eh?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> +this matter. You might do a little more, I think, eh?"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> <p>"How? in what way?"</p> @@ -3517,7 +3479,7 @@ starting from their sockets; then, apparently recovering himself in some measure, he seized a pen, and, after several pauses and vacant stares, finally filled up and signed a check for fifty thousand francs, and handed it across the table to Dupin. The latter examined it carefully, -and depos<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>ited it in his pocket-book; then, unlocking an <i>escritoire</i>, +and depos<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>ited it in his pocket-book; then, unlocking an <i>escritoire</i>, took thence a letter and gave it to the Prefect. This functionary grasped it in a perfect agony of joy, opened it with a trembling hand, cast a rapid glance at its contents, and then, scrambling and struggling @@ -3548,7 +3510,7 @@ executed; their defect lay in their being inapplicable to the case and to the man. A certain set of highly ingenious resources are, with the Prefect, a sort of Procrustean bed, to which he forcibly adapts his designs. But he perpetually errs by being too deep or too shallow, for -the matter in hand; and many a school<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>boy is a better reasoner than he. +the matter in hand; and many a school<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>boy is a better reasoner than he. I knew one about eight years of age, whose success at guessing in the game of 'even and odd' attracted universal admiration. This game is simple, and is played with marbles. One player holds in his hand a @@ -3577,7 +3539,7 @@ with that of his opponent."</p> <p>"It is," said Dupin; "and, upon inquiring of the boy by what means he effected the <i>thorough</i> identification in which his success consisted, I -received answer as follows:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> 'When I wish to find out how wise, or how +received answer as follows:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> 'When I wish to find out how wise, or how stupid, or how good, or how wicked is any one, or what are his thoughts at the moment, I fashion the expression of my face, as accurately as possible, in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see @@ -3605,7 +3567,7 @@ in their investigations; at best, when urged by some unusual emergency—by some extraordinary reward—they extend or exaggerate their old modes of <i>practice</i>, without touching their principles. What, for example, in this case of D——, has been done to vary the principle of -action? What is all this boring, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> probing, and sounding, and +action? What is all this boring, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> probing, and sounding, and scrutinizing with the microscope, and dividing the surface of the building into registered square inches—what is it all but an exaggeration <i>of the application</i> of the one principle or set of @@ -3633,7 +3595,7 @@ within the principles of the Prefect—its discovery would have been a matter altogether beyond question. This functionary, however, has been thoroughly mystified; and the remote source of his defeat lies in the supposition that the minister is a fool, because he has acquired renown -as a poet. All<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> fools are poets; this the Prefect <i>feels</i>; and he is +as a poet. All<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> fools are poets; this the Prefect <i>feels</i>; and he is merely guilty of a <i>non distributio medii</i> in thence inferring that all poets are fools."</p> @@ -3666,7 +3628,7 @@ algebra, about as much as, in Latin, '<i>ambitus</i>' implies 'ambition,' men.'"</p> <p>"You have a quarrel on hand, I see," said I, "with some of the -algebraists of Paris; but proceed."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> +algebraists of Paris; but proceed."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> <p>"I dispute the availability, and thus the value, of that reason which is cultivated in any especial form other than the abstractly logical. I @@ -3694,7 +3656,7 @@ realities.' With the algebraists, however, who are Pagans themselves, the 'Pagan fables' <i>are</i> believed; and the inferences are made, not so much through lapse of memory, as through an unaccountable addling of the brains. In short, I never yet encountered the mere mathematician who -could be trusted out of equal roots, or one who did<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> not clandestinely +could be trusted out of equal roots, or one who did<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> not clandestinely hold it as a point of his faith that <i>x</i><sup>2</sup> + <i>px</i> was absolutely and unconditionally equal to <i>q</i>. Say to one of these gentlemen, by way of experiment if you please, that you believe occasions may occur where @@ -3721,7 +3683,7 @@ arrive—the conviction that the letter was not upon the premises. I felt, also, that the whole train of thought, which I was at some pains in detailing to you just now, concerning the invariable principle of policial action in searches for articles concealed, I felt that this -whole train of thought would necessarily pass through the mind of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +whole train of thought would necessarily pass through the mind of the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> minister. It would imperatively lead him to despise all the ordinary <i>nooks</i> of concealment. <i>He</i> could not, I reflected, be so weak as not to see that the most intricate and remote recess of his hôtel would be @@ -3751,7 +3713,7 @@ and full of hesitation in the first few steps of their progress. Again; have you ever noticed which of the street signs over the shop doors are the most attractive of attention?"</p> -<p>"I have never given the matter a thought," I said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> +<p>"I have never given the matter a thought," I said.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> <p>"There is a game of puzzles," he resumed, "which is played upon a map. One party playing requires another to find a given word—the name of @@ -3782,7 +3744,7 @@ to conceal it at all.</p> <p>"Full of these ideas, I prepared myself with a pair of green spectacles, and called one fine morning, quite by accident, at the ministerial hôtel. I found D—— at home, yawning, lounging, and dawdling, as usual, -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> pretending to be in the last extremity of <i>ennui</i>. He is, perhaps, +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> pretending to be in the last extremity of <i>ennui</i>. He is, perhaps, the most really energetic human being now alive—but that is only when nobody sees him.</p> @@ -3813,7 +3775,7 @@ one of the uppermost divisions of the rack.</p> <p>"No sooner had I glanced at this letter, than I concluded it to be that of which I was in search. To be sure, it was, to all appearance, radically different from the one of which the Prefect had read us so -minute a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>description. Here the seal was large and black, with the D—— +minute a <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>description. Here the seal was large and black, with the D—— cipher; there it was small and red, with the ducal arms of the S—— family. Here the address, to the minister, was diminutive and feminine; there the superscription, to a certain royal personage, was markedly @@ -3840,7 +3802,7 @@ presented the <i>broken</i> appearance which is manifested when a stiff paper, having been once folded and pressed with a folder, is refolded in a reversed direction, in the same creases or edges which had formed the original fold. This discovery was sufficient. It was clear to me that -the letter had been turned, as a glove, inside out, re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>directed, and +the letter had been turned, as a glove, inside out, re<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>directed, and re-sealed. I bade the minister good-morning, and took my departure at once, leaving a gold snuff-box upon the table.</p> @@ -3871,7 +3833,7 @@ seized it openly, and departed?"</p> hôtel, too, is not without attendants devoted to his interest. Had I made the wild attempt you suggest, I might never have left the ministerial presence alive. The good people of Paris might have heard of -me no more. But I had an object apart from these<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> considerations. You +me no more. But I had an object apart from these<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> considerations. You know my political prepossessions. In this matter I act as a partisan of the lady concerned. For eighteen months the minister has had her in his power. She has now him in hers—since, being unaware that the letter is @@ -3899,23 +3861,23 @@ clew. He is well acquainted with my MS.; and I just copied into the middle of the blank sheet the words—</p> <p style="margin-left: 15em;"> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"'<i>——Un dessein si funeste,</i></span><br /> -<i>S'il n'est digne d'Atrée, est digne de Thyeste.</i>'<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"'<i>——Un dessein si funeste,</i></span><br > +<i>S'il n'est digne d'Atrée, est digne de Thyeste.</i>'<br > </p> <p>They are to be found in Crébillon's <i>Atrée</i>."</p> <p class="center"> -<img src="images/illus05.png" alt="Hawthorne" /> -<a id="illus05.png" name="illus05.png"></a> +<img src="images/illus05.png" alt="Hawthorne"> +<a id="illus05.png"></a> </p> -<p class='center'> <span class="smcap">Nathaniel Hawthorne</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> +<p class='center'> <span class="smcap">Nathaniel Hawthorne</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="HOWES_MASQUERADE" id="HOWES_MASQUERADE"></a>HOWE'S MASQUERADE</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="HOWES_MASQUERADE"></a>HOWE'S MASQUERADE</h2> <p>One afternoon, last summer, while walking along Washington Street, my @@ -3940,7 +3902,7 @@ watch over the city.</p> been overlaid with a coat of light-colored paint. A flight of red freestone steps, fenced in by a balustrade of curiously wrought iron, ascends from the court-yard to the spacious porch, over which is a -balcony, with an iron balustrade of similar pattern and work<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>manship to +balcony, with an iron balustrade of similar pattern and work<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>manship to that beneath. These letters and figures—16 P. S. 79—are wrought into the iron work of the balcony, and probably express the date of the edifice, with the initials of its founder's name. A wide door with @@ -3968,7 +3930,7 @@ elderly person was smacking his lips with a zest which satisfied me that the cellars of the Province House still hold good liquor, though doubtless of other vintages than were quaffed by the old governors. After sipping a glass of port sangaree, prepared by the skilful hands of -Mr. Thomas Waite, I besought that worthy suc<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>cessor and representative +Mr. Thomas Waite, I besought that worthy suc<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>cessor and representative of so many historic personages to conduct me over their time honored mansion.</p> @@ -3996,7 +3958,7 @@ have beheld his disastrous victory on Bunker Hill (unless one of the tri-mountains intervened), and Howe have marked the approaches of Washington's besieging army; although the buildings since erected in the vicinity have shut out almost every object, save the steeple of the Old -South, which seems almost within arm's length. Descend<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>ing from the +South, which seems almost within arm's length. Descend<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>ing from the cupola, I paused in the garret to observe the ponderous white-oak framework, so much more massive than the frames of modern houses, and thereby resembling an antique skeleton. The brick walls, the materials @@ -4024,7 +3986,7 @@ gentleman above mentioned, the smack of whose lips had spoken so favorably for Mr. Waite's good liquor, was still lounging in his chair. He seemed to be, if not a lodger, at least a familiar visitor of the house, who might be supposed to have his regular score at the bar, his -summer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> seat at the open window, and his prescriptive corner at the +summer<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> seat at the open window, and his prescriptive corner at the winter's fireside. Being of a sociable aspect, I ventured to address him with a remark calculated to draw forth his historical reminiscences, if any such were in his mind; and it gratified me to discover, that, @@ -4038,7 +4000,7 @@ that despairing of literal and absolute truth, I have not scrupled to make such further changes as seemed conducive to the reader's profit and delight.</p> -<hr style='width: 45%;' /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' > <p>At one of the entertainments given at the Province House, during the latter part of the siege of Boston, there passed a scene which has never @@ -4052,7 +4014,7 @@ provincial court circle might be believed, was the most gay and gorgeous affair that had occurred in the annals of the government. The brilliantly-lighted apartments were thronged with figures that seemed to have stepped from the dark canvas of historic portraits, or to have -flitted forth from the magic pages of romance,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> or at least to have +flitted forth from the magic pages of romance,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> or at least to have flown hither from one of the London theatres, without a change of garments. Steeled knights of the Conquest, bearded statesmen of Queen Elizabeth, and high-ruffled ladies of her court, were mingled with @@ -4082,7 +4044,7 @@ smile.</p> <p>It was an old man, formerly of high station and great repute in the province, and who had been a very famous soldier in his day. Some surprise had been expressed that a person of Colonel Joliffe's known -whig principles,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> though now too old to take an active part in the +whig principles,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> though now too old to take an active part in the contest, should have remained in Boston during the siege, and especially that he should consent to show himself in the mansion of Sir William Howe. But thither he had come, with a fair granddaughter under his arm; @@ -4109,7 +4071,7 @@ clerical wig and band."</p> crime, you had never gained your doctorate in divinity. As to this new foolery, I know no more about it than yourself; perhaps not so much. Honestly now, Doctor, have you not stirred up the sober brains of some -of your countrymen to enact a scene in our masquerade?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> +of your countrymen to enact a scene in our masquerade?"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> <p>"Perhaps," slyly remarked the granddaughter of Colonel Joliffe, whose high spirit had been stung by many taunts against New England,—"perhaps @@ -4139,7 +4101,7 @@ drum-major to one of the British regiments.</p> silence that dead march—or, by my word, they shall have sufficient cause for their lugubrious strains! Silence it, sirrah!"</p> -<p>"Please your honor," answered the drum-major, whose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> rubicund visage had +<p>"Please your honor," answered the drum-major, whose<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> rubicund visage had lost all its color, "the fault is none of mine. I and my band are all here together, and I question whether there be a man of us that could play that march without book. I never heard it but once before, and that @@ -4166,7 +4128,7 @@ his legs. Under his arm was a rolled-up banner, which seemed to be the banner of England, but strangely rent and torn; he had a sword in his right hand, and grasped a Bible in his left. The next figure was of milder aspect, yet full of dignity, wearing a broad ruff, over which -descended a beard, a gown of wrought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> velvet, and a doublet and hose of +descended a beard, a gown of wrought<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> velvet, and a doublet and hose of black satin. He carried a roll of manuscript in his hand. Close behind these two came a young man of very striking countenance and demeanor, with deep thought and contemplation on his brow, and perhaps a flash of @@ -4198,7 +4160,7 @@ Joliffe.</p> wisest head in England upon the block for the principles of liberty."</p> <p>"Will not your Excellency order out the guard?" whispered Lord Percy, -who, with other British officers, had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> now assembled round the General. +who, with other British officers, had<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> now assembled round the General. "There may be a plot under this mummery."</p> <p>"Tush! we have nothing to fear," carelessly replied Sir William Howe. @@ -4228,7 +4190,7 @@ William Howe. "What worthies are these?"</p> <p>"If it please your Excellency they lived somewhat before my day," answered the doctor; "but doubtless our friend, the Colonel, has been -hand and glove with them."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> +hand and glove with them."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> <p>"Their living faces I never looked upon," said Colonel Joliffe, gravely; "although I have spoken face to face with many rulers of this land, and @@ -4258,7 +4220,7 @@ cut in a fashion old enough to have been worn by the Duke of Marlborough. His nose had a rubicund tinge, which, together with the twinkle of his eye, might have marked him as a lover of the wine cup and good fellowship; notwithstanding which tokens he appeared ill at ease, -and often glanced around him as if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> apprehensive of some secret +and often glanced around him as if<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> apprehensive of some secret mischief. Next came a portly gentleman, wearing a coat of shaggy cloth, lined with silken velvet; he had sense, shrewdness, and humor in his face, and a folio volume under his arm; but his aspect was that of a man @@ -4290,7 +4252,7 @@ Massachusetts," observed Miss Joliffe. "Heavens, how dim the light grows!"</p> <p>It was certainly a fact that the large lamp which illuminated the -staircase now burned dim and duskily: so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> that several figures, which +staircase now burned dim and duskily: so<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> that several figures, which passed hastily down the stairs and went forth from the porch, appeared rather like shadows than persons of fleshly substance. Sir William Howe and his guests stood at the doors of the contiguous apartments, watching @@ -4319,7 +4281,7 @@ land.</p> Percy, turning pale.</p> <p>"No, surely," cried Miss Joliffe, laughing hysterically; "it could not -be Gage, or Sir William would have greeted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> his old comrade in arms! +be Gage, or Sir William would have greeted<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> his old comrade in arms! Perhaps he will not suffer the next to pass unchallenged."</p> <p>"Of that be assured, young lady," answered Sir William Howe, fixing his @@ -4350,7 +4312,7 @@ completely hidden. But the British officers deemed that they had seen that military cloak before, and even recognized the frayed embroidery on the collar, as well as the gilded scabbard of a sword which protruded from the folds of the cloak, and glittered in a vivid gleam of light. -Apart from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> these trifling particulars, there were characteristics of +Apart from<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> these trifling particulars, there were characteristics of gait and bearing which impelled the wondering guests to glance from the shrouded figure to Sir William Howe, as if to satisfy themselves that their host had not suddenly vanished from the midst of them.</p> @@ -4380,7 +4342,7 @@ portal of the Province House.</p> <p>The music was dying away along the street, and its dismal strains were mingled with the knell of midnight from the steeple of the Old South, and with the roar of artillery, which announced that the beleaguering -army of Washington had intrenched itself upon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> a nearer height than +army of Washington had intrenched itself upon<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> a nearer height than before. As the deep boom of the cannon smote upon his ear, Colonel Joliffe raised himself to the full height of his aged form, and smiled sternly on the British General.</p> @@ -4410,12 +4372,12 @@ a place in history, yet left no names. But superstition, among other legends of this mansion, repeats the wondrous tale, that on the anniversary night of Britain's discomfiture the ghosts of the ancient governors of Massachusetts still glide through the portal of the -Prov<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>ince House. And, last of all, comes a figure shrouded in a military +Prov<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>ince House. And, last of all, comes a figure shrouded in a military cloak, tossing his clinched hands into the air, and stamping his iron-shod boots upon the broad freestone steps, with a semblance of feverish despair, but without the sound of a foot-tramp.</p> -<hr style='width: 45%;' /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' > <p>When the truth-telling accents of the elderly gentleman were hushed, I drew a long breath and looked round the room, striving, with the best @@ -4437,17 +4399,17 @@ brown paper, the direction of which I had the idle curiosity to read. chambermaid, no doubt. In truth, it is desperately hard work, when we attempt to throw the spell of hoar antiquity over localities with which the living world, and the day that is passing over us, have aught to do. -Yet, as I glanced at the stately staircase<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> down which the procession of +Yet, as I glanced at the stately staircase<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> down which the procession of the old governors had descended, and as I emerged through the venerable portal whence their figures had preceded me, it gladdened me to be conscious of a thrill of awe. Then, diving through the narrow archway, a few strides transported me into the densest throng of Washington -Street.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> +Street.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="THE_BIRTHMARK" id="THE_BIRTHMARK"></a>THE BIRTHMARK</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="THE_BIRTHMARK"></a>THE BIRTHMARK</h2> <p>In the latter part of the last century there lived a man of science, an @@ -4470,7 +4432,7 @@ control over Nature. He had devoted himself, however, too unreservedly to scientific studies ever to be weaned from them by any second passion. His love for his young wife might prove the stronger of the two; but it could only be by intertwining itself with his love of science, and -uniting the strength of the latter to his own.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> +uniting the strength of the latter to his own.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> <p>Such a union accordingly took place, and was attended with truly remarkable consequences and a deeply impressive moral. One day, very @@ -4503,7 +4465,7 @@ surrounding rosiness. When she blushed it gradually became more indistinct, and finally vanished amid the triumphant rush of blood that bathed the whole cheek with its brilliant glow. But if any shifting motion caused her to turn pale there was the mark again, a crimson stain -upon the snow, in what Aylmer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> sometimes deemed an almost fearful +upon the snow, in what Aylmer<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> sometimes deemed an almost fearful distinctness. Its shape bore not a little similarity to the human hand, though of the smallest pygmy size. Georgiana's lovers were wont to say that some fairy at her birth hour had laid her tiny hand upon the @@ -4531,7 +4493,7 @@ prettiness of this mimic hand, now vaguely portrayed, now lost, now stealing forth again and glimmering to and fro with every pulse of emotion that throbbed within her heart; but seeing her otherwise so perfect, he found this one defect grow more and more intolerable with -every moment of their united lives. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> was the fatal flaw of humanity +every moment of their united lives. It<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> was the fatal flaw of humanity which Nature, in one shape or another, stamps ineffaceably on all her productions, either to imply that they are temporary and finite, or that their perfection must be wrought by toil and pain. The crimson hand @@ -4560,7 +4522,7 @@ amid which the crimson hand was brought strongly out, like a bas-relief of ruby on the whitest marble.</p> <p>Late one night when the lights were growing dim, so as hardly to betray -the stain on the poor wife's cheek,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> she, herself, for the first time, +the stain on the poor wife's cheek,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> she, herself, for the first time, voluntarily took up the subject.</p> <p>"Do you remember, my dear Aylmer," said she, with a feeble attempt at a @@ -4591,7 +4553,7 @@ to cut or wrench it away.</p> <p>When the dream had shaped itself perfectly in his memory, Aylmer sat in his wife's presence with a guilty feeling. Truth often finds its way to the mind close muffled in robes of sleep, and then speaks with -uncompromising directness of matters in regard to which we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> practise an +uncompromising directness of matters in regard to which we<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> practise an unconscious self-deception during our waking moments. Until now he had not been aware of the tyrannizing influence acquired by one idea over his mind, and of the lengths which he might find in his heart to go for @@ -4622,7 +4584,7 @@ of your own peace, and to save your poor wife from madness?"</p> not my power. I have already given this matter the deepest thought—thought which might almost have enlightened me to create a being less perfect than yourself. Georgiana, you have led me deeper than -ever into the heart of science. I feel myself fully com<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>petent to render +ever into the heart of science. I feel myself fully com<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>petent to render this dear cheek as faultless as its fellow; and then, most beloved, what will be my triumph when I shall have corrected what Nature left imperfect in her fairest work! Even Pygmalion, when his sculptured woman @@ -4652,7 +4614,7 @@ medicinal virtues, from the dark bosom of the earth. Here, too, at an earlier period, he had studied the wonders of the human frame, and attempted to fathom the very process by which Nature assimilates all her precious influences from earth and air, and from the spiritual world, to -create and foster man, her masterpiece. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> latter pursuit, however, +create and foster man, her masterpiece. The<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> latter pursuit, however, Aylmer had long laid aside in unwilling recognition of the truth—against which all seekers sooner or later stumble—that our great creative Mother, while she amuses us with apparently working in the @@ -4681,7 +4643,7 @@ fitted for that office by his great mechanical readiness, and the skill with which, while incapable of comprehending a single principle, he executed all the details of his master's experiments. With his vast strength, his shaggy hair, his smoky aspect, and the indescribable -earthiness that incrusted him, he seemed to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> represent man's physical +earthiness that incrusted him, he seemed to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> represent man's physical nature; while Aylmer's slender figure, and pale, intellectual face, were no less apt a type of the spiritual element.</p> @@ -4711,7 +4673,7 @@ wife's side, watching her earnestly, but without alarm; for he was confident in his science, and felt that he could draw a magic circle round her within which no evil might intrude.</p> -<p>"Where am I? Ah, I remember," said Georgiana,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> faintly; and she placed +<p>"Where am I? Ah, I remember," said Georgiana,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> faintly; and she placed her hand over her cheek to hide the terrible mark from her husband's eyes.</p> @@ -4740,7 +4702,7 @@ original. When wearied of this, Aylmer bade her cast her eyes upon a vessel containing a quantity of earth. She did so, with little interest at first; but was soon startled to perceive the germ of a plant shooting upward from the soil. Then came the slender stalk; the leaves gradually -unfolded themselves; and amid them was a perfect and lovely flower.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> +unfolded themselves; and amid them was a perfect and lovely flower.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> <p>"It is magical!" cried Georgiana. "I dare not touch it."</p> @@ -4774,7 +4736,7 @@ base. Aylmer appeared to believe that, by the plainest scientific logic, it was altogether within the limits of possibility to discover this long-sought medium; "but," he added, "a philosopher who should go deep enough to acquire the power would attain too lofty a wisdom to stoop to -the exercise of it." Not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> less singular were his opinions in regard to +the exercise of it." Not<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> less singular were his opinions in regard to the elixir vitæ. He more than intimated that it was at his option to concoct a liquid that should prolong life for years, perhaps interminably; but that it would produce a discord in Nature which all @@ -4807,7 +4769,7 @@ the perfume into the air and filled the room with piercing and invigorating delight.</p> <p>"And what is this?" asked Georgiana, pointing to a small crystal globe -containing a gold-colored liquid. "It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> is so beautiful to the eye that I +containing a gold-colored liquid. "It<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> is so beautiful to the eye that I could imagine it the elixir of life."</p> <p>"In one sense it is," replied Aylmer; "or, rather, the elixir of @@ -4839,7 +4801,7 @@ as to her sensations and whether the confinement of the rooms and the temperature of the atmosphere agreed with her. These questions had such a particular drift that Georgiana began to conjecture that she was already subjected to certain physical influences, either breathed in -with the fragrant air or taken with her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> food. She fancied likewise, but +with the fragrant air or taken with her<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> food. She fancied likewise, but it might be altogether fancy, that there was a stirring up of her system—a strange, indefinite sensation creeping through her veins, and tingling, half painfully, half pleasurably, at her heart. Still, @@ -4868,7 +4830,7 @@ husband's own hand, in which he had recorded every experiment of his scientific career, its original aim, the methods adopted for its development, and its final success or failure, with the circumstances to which either event was attributable. The book, in truth, was both the -history and emblem of his ardent, ambitious,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> imaginative, yet practical +history and emblem of his ardent, ambitious,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> imaginative, yet practical and laborious life. He handled physical details as if there were nothing beyond them; yet spiritualized them all, and redeemed himself from materialism by his strong and eager aspiration towards the infinite. In @@ -4897,7 +4859,7 @@ though his countenance was uneasy and displeased. "Georgiana, there are pages in that volume which I can scarcely glance over and keep my senses. Take heed less it prove as detrimental to you."</p> -<p>"It has made me worship you more than ever," said she.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p> +<p>"It has made me worship you more than ever," said she.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p> <p>"Ah, wait for this one success," rejoined he, "then worship me if you will. I shall deem myself hardly unworthy of it. But come, I have sought @@ -4928,7 +4890,7 @@ the fantastic elegance of her boudoir. But what chiefly, indeed almost solely, drew her attention, was the aspect of Aylmer himself.</p> <p>He was pale as death, anxious and absorbed, and hung over the furnace as -if it depended upon his utmost watch<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>fulness whether the liquid which it +if it depended upon his utmost watch<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>fulness whether the liquid which it was distilling should be the draught of immortal happiness or misery. How different from the sanguine and joyous mien that he had assumed for Georgiana's encouragement!</p> @@ -4960,7 +4922,7 @@ for my share in it is far less than your own."</p> draught you bring me; but it will be on the same principle that would induce me to take a dose of poison if offered by your hand."</p> -<p>"My noble wife," said Aylmer, deeply moved, "I knew<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> not the height and +<p>"My noble wife," said Aylmer, deeply moved, "I knew<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> not the height and depth of your nature until now. Nothing shall be concealed. Know, then, that this crimson hand, superficial as it seems, has clutched its grasp into your being with a strength of which I had no previous conception. I @@ -4991,7 +4953,7 @@ kind which would have borne with the imperfection for her sake, and have been guilty of treason to holy love by degrading its perfect idea to the level of the actual; and with her whole spirit she prayed that, for a single moment, she might satisfy his highest and deepest conception. -Longer than one moment she well knew it could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> not be; for his spirit +Longer than one moment she well knew it could<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> not be; for his spirit was ever on the march, ever ascending, and each instant required something that was beyond the scope of the instant before.</p> @@ -5024,7 +4986,7 @@ roots of the plant had taken up the moisture, the unsightly blotches began to be extinguished in a living verdure.</p> <p>"There needed no proof," said Georgiana, quietly. "Give me the goblet. I -joyfully stake all upon your word."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p> +joyfully stake all upon your word."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p> <p>"Drink, then, thou lofty creature!" exclaimed Aylmer, with fervid admiration. "There is no taint of imperfection on thy spirit. Thy @@ -5056,7 +5018,7 @@ thoughts of years were all concentrated upon the last.</p> <p>While thus employed, he failed not to gaze often at the fatal hand, and not without a shudder. Yet once, by a strange and unaccountable impulse, he pressed it with his lips. His spirit recoiled, however, in the very -act; and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> Georgiana, out of the midst of her deep sleep, moved uneasily +act; and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> Georgiana, out of the midst of her deep sleep, moved uneasily and murmured as if in remonstrance. Again Aylmer resumed his watch. Nor was it without avail. The crimson hand, which at first had been strongly visible upon the marble paleness of Georgiana's cheek, now grew more @@ -5086,7 +5048,7 @@ and gazed into the mirror which her husband had arranged for that purpose. A faint smile flitted over her lips when she recognized how barely perceptible was now that crimson hand which had once blazed forth with such disastrous brilliancy as to scare away all their happiness. -But then her eyes sought Aylmer's face with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> a trouble and anxiety that +But then her eyes sought Aylmer's face with<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> a trouble and anxiety that he could by no means account for.</p> <p>"My poor Aylmer!" murmured she.</p> @@ -5113,12 +5075,12 @@ wisdom, he need not thus have flung away the happiness which would have woven his mortal life of the selfsame texture with the celestial. The momentary circumstance was too strong for him; he failed to look beyond the shadowy scope of time, and living once for all in eternity, to find -the perfect future in the present.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> +the perfect future in the present.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="THE_OUTCASTS_OF_POKER_FLAT" id="THE_OUTCASTS_OF_POKER_FLAT"></a>THE OUTCASTS OF POKER FLAT</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="THE_OUTCASTS_OF_POKER_FLAT"></a>THE OUTCASTS OF POKER FLAT</h2> <p>As Mr. John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street of Poker @@ -5143,14 +5105,14 @@ it. A secret committee had determined to rid the town of all improper persons. This was done permanently in regard of two men who were then hanging from the boughs of a sycamore in the gulch, and temporarily in the banishment of certain other objectionable characters. I regret to -say that some of these were ladies. It is but due to the sex,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +say that some of these were ladies. It is but due to the sex,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> however, to state that their impropriety was professional, and it was only in such easily established standards of evil that Poker Flat ventured to sit in judgment.</p> <p class="center"> -<img src="images/illus06.png" alt="Harte" /> -<a id="illus06.png" name="illus06.png"></a> +<img src="images/illus06.png" alt="Harte"> +<a id="illus06.png"></a> </p> <p class='center'><span class="smcap">Bret Harte</span></p> @@ -5180,7 +5142,7 @@ confirmed drunkard. The cavalcade provoked no comments from the spectators, nor was any word uttered by the escort. Only when the gulch which marked the uttermost limit of Poker Flat was reached, the leader spoke briefly and to the point. The exiles were forbidden to return at -the peril of their lives.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> +the peril of their lives.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> <p>As the escort disappeared, their pent-up feelings found vent in a few hysterical tears from the Duchess, some bad language from Mother @@ -5210,7 +5172,7 @@ halted.</p> <p>The spot was singularly wild and impressive. A wooded amphitheatre, surrounded on three sides by precipitous cliffs of naked granite, sloped gently toward the crest of another precipice that overlooked the valley. -It was, undoubtedly, the most suitable spot for a camp, had camp<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>ing +It was, undoubtedly, the most suitable spot for a camp, had camp<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>ing been advisable. But Mr. Oakhurst knew that scarcely half the journey to Sandy Bar was accomplished, and the party were not equipped or provisioned for delay. This fact he pointed out to his companions @@ -5237,7 +5199,7 @@ most conducive to that calm equanimity for which he was notorious. He looked at the gloomy walls that rose a thousand feet sheer above the circling pines around him, at the sky ominously clouded, at the valley below, already deepening into shadow; and, doing so, suddenly he heard -his own name called.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> +his own name called.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> <p>A horseman slowly ascended the trail. In the fresh, open face of the newcomer Mr. Oakhurst recognized Tom Simson, otherwise known as "The @@ -5250,7 +5212,7 @@ you can't gamble worth a cent. Don't try it over again." He then handed him his money back, pushed him gently from the room, and so made a devoted slave of Tom Simson.</p> -<hr style='width: 45%;' /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' > <p>There was a remembrance of this in his boyish and enthusiastic greeting of Mr. Oakhurst. He had started, he said, to go to Poker Flat to seek @@ -5267,7 +5229,7 @@ had been blushing unseen, and rode to the side of her lover.</p> <p>Mr. Oakhurst seldom troubled himself with sentiment, still less with propriety; but he had a vague idea that the situation was not fortunate. He retained, however, his presence of mind sufficiently to kick Uncle -Billy, who was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> about to say something, and Uncle Billy was sober enough +Billy, who was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> about to say something, and Uncle Billy was sober enough to recognize in Mr. Oakhurst's kick a superior power that would not bear trifling. He then endeavored to dissuade Tom Simson from delaying further, but in vain. He even pointed out the fact that there was no @@ -5293,7 +5255,7 @@ scorn, as he surveyed the sylvan group, the glancing firelight, and the tethered animals in the foreground. Suddenly an idea mingled with the alcoholic fumes that disturbed his brain. It was apparently of a jocular nature, for he felt impelled to slap his leg again and cram his fist -into his mouth.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> +into his mouth.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> <p>As the shadows crept slowly up the mountain, a slight breeze rocked the tops of the pine-trees and moaned through their long and gloomy aisles. @@ -5324,7 +5286,7 @@ Piney slept beside her frailer sisters as sweetly as though attended by celestial guardians; and Mr. Oakhurst, drawing his blanket over his shoulders, stroked his mustaches and waited for the dawn. It came slowly in a whirling mist of snowflakes that dazzled and confused the eye. -What<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> could be seen of the landscape appeared magically changed. He +What<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> could be seen of the landscape appeared magically changed. He looked over the valley, and summed up the present and future in two words, "Snowed in!"</p> @@ -5352,7 +5314,7 @@ directed Piney in the rearrangement of the interior with a taste and tact that opened the blue eyes of that provincial maiden to their fullest extent. "I reckon now you're used to fine things at Poker Flat," said Piney. The Duchess turned away sharply to conceal something that -reddened her cheeks through their professional tint, and Mother Shipton<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +reddened her cheeks through their professional tint, and Mother Shipton<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> requested Piney not to "chatter." But when Mr. Oakhurst returned from a weary search for the trail, he heard the sound of happy laughter echoed from the rocks. He stopped in some alarm, and his thoughts first @@ -5377,7 +5339,7 @@ to its chorus, rather than any devotional quality, caused it speedily to infect the others, who at last joined in the refrain:—</p> <p class='center'> -"I'm proud to live in the service of the Lord,<br /> +"I'm proud to live in the service of the Lord,<br > And I'm bound to die in His army." </p> @@ -5386,7 +5348,7 @@ group, and the flames of their altar leaped heavenward, as if in token of the vow.</p> <p>At midnight the storm abated, the rolling clouds parted, and the stars -glittered keenly above the sleeping camp.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> Mr. Oakhurst, whose +glittered keenly above the sleeping camp.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> Mr. Oakhurst, whose professional habits had enabled him to live on the smallest possible amount of sleep, in dividing the watch with Tom Simson somehow managed to take upon himself the greater part of that duty. He excused himself @@ -5402,8 +5364,8 @@ along you're all right. For," added the gambler, with cheerful irrelevance—</p> <p class='center'> -"'I'm proud to live in the service of the Lord,<br /> -And I'm bound to die in His army.'"<br /> +"'I'm proud to live in the service of the Lord,<br > +And I'm bound to die in His army.'"<br > </p> <p>The third day came, and the sun, looking through the white-curtained @@ -5417,7 +5379,7 @@ the castaways still clung. Through the marvelously clear air the smoke of the pastoral village of Poker Flat rose miles away. Mother Shipton saw it, and from a remote pinnacle of her rocky fastness hurled in that direction a final malediction. It was her last vituperative attempt, and -perhaps for that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> reason was invested with a certain degree of +perhaps for that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> reason was invested with a certain degree of sublimity. It did her good, she privately informed the Duchess. "Just you go out there and cuss, and see." She then set herself to the task of amusing "the child," as she and the Duchess were pleased to call Piney. @@ -5447,7 +5409,7 @@ Achilles."</p> over the heads of the outcasts. The sun again forsook them, and again from leaden skies the snowflakes were sifted over the land. Day by day closer around them drew the snowy circle, until at last they looked from -their prison over drifted walls of dazzling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> white, that towered twenty +their prison over drifted walls of dazzling<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> white, that towered twenty feet above their heads. It became more and more difficult to replenish their fires, even from the fallen trees beside them, now half hidden in the drifts. And yet no one complained. The lovers turned from the dreary @@ -5475,7 +5437,7 @@ stay here," was the curt reply.</p> <p>The lovers parted with a long embrace. "You are not going, too?" said the Duchess, as she saw Mr. Oakhurst apparently waiting to accompany -him. "As far as the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> cañon," he replied. He turned suddenly and kissed +him. "As far as the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> cañon," he replied. He turned suddenly and kissed the Duchess, leaving her pallid face aflame, and her trembling limbs rigid with amazement.</p> @@ -5507,7 +5469,7 @@ of earthly travail, was hidden beneath the spotless mantle mercifully flung from above.</p> <p>They slept all that day and the next, nor did they waken when voices and -footsteps broke the silence of the camp.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> And when pitying fingers +footsteps broke the silence of the camp.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> And when pitying fingers brushed the snow from their wan faces, you could scarcely have told from the equal peace that dwelt upon them which was she that had sinned. Even the law of Poker Flat recognized this, and turned away, leaving them @@ -5518,37 +5480,37 @@ found the deuce of clubs pinned to the bark with a bowie-knife. It bore the following, written in pencil in a firm hand:—</p> <p class='center'> -†<br /> +†<br > -BENEATH THIS TREE<br /> +BENEATH THIS TREE<br > -LIES THE BODY<br /> +LIES THE BODY<br > -OF<br /> +OF<br > -JOHN OAKHURST,<br /> +JOHN OAKHURST,<br > -WHO STRUCK A STREAK OF BAD LUCK<br /> +WHO STRUCK A STREAK OF BAD LUCK<br > -ON THE 23D OF NOVEMBER 1850,<br /> +ON THE 23D OF NOVEMBER 1850,<br > -AND<br /> +AND<br > -HANDED IN HIS CHECKS<br /> +HANDED IN HIS CHECKS<br > -ON THE 7TH DECEMBER, 1850.<br /> +ON THE 7TH DECEMBER, 1850.<br > -†<br /> +†<br > </p> <p>And pulseless and cold, with a Derringer by his side and a bullet in his heart, though still calm as in life, beneath the snow lay he who was at -once the strongest and yet the weakest of the outcasts of Poker Flat.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> +once the strongest and yet the weakest of the outcasts of Poker Flat.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="THE_SIRE_DE_MALETROITS_DOOR" id="THE_SIRE_DE_MALETROITS_DOOR"></a>THE SIRE DE MALÉTROIT'S DOOR</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="THE_SIRE_DE_MALETROITS_DOOR"></a>THE SIRE DE MALÉTROIT'S DOOR</h2> <p>Denis de Beaulieu was not yet two-and-twenty, but he counted himself a @@ -5572,13 +5534,13 @@ up; and the noise of men-at-arms making merry over supper within came forth in fits and was swallowed up and carried away by the wind. The night fell swiftly; the flag of England, fluttering on the spire top, grew ever fainter and fainter against the flying clouds—a black speck -like a swallow in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> the tumultuous, leaden chaos of the sky. As the +like a swallow in<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> the tumultuous, leaden chaos of the sky. As the night fell the wind rose, and began to hoot under archways and roar amid the tree-tops in the valley below the town.</p> <p class="center"> -<img src="images/illus07.png" alt="Stevenson" /> -<a id="illus07.png" name="illus07.png"></a> +<img src="images/illus07.png" alt="Stevenson"> +<a id="illus07.png"></a> </p> <p class='center'> <span class="smcap">Robert Louis Stevenson</span></p> @@ -5607,7 +5569,7 @@ threatens an ambuscade or a chasm in the pathway; and where the air is brighter, the houses put on strange and bewildering appearances, as if to lead him further from his way. For Denis, who had to regain his inn without attracting notice, there was real danger as well as mere -discomfort in the walk; and he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> went warily and boldly at once, and at +discomfort in the walk; and he<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> went warily and boldly at once, and at every corner paused to make an observation.</p> <p>He had been for some time threading a lane so narrow that he could touch @@ -5636,7 +5598,7 @@ skill of the architects and the consideration of the two families.</p> <p>There seemed to be no issue to the terrace but the lane by which he had reached it; he could only retrace his steps, but he had gained some notion of his whereabouts, and hoped by this means to hit the main -thoroughfare and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> speedily regain the inn. He was reckoning without that +thoroughfare and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> speedily regain the inn. He was reckoning without that chapter of accidents which was to make this night memorable above all others in his career; for he had not gone back above a hundred yards before he saw a light coming to meet him, and heard loud voices speaking @@ -5664,7 +5626,7 @@ escape observation, or—if that were too much to expect—was in a capital posture whether for parley or defence. So thinking, he drew his sword and tried to set his back against the door. To his surprise it yielded behind his weight; and though he turned in a moment, continued -to swing back on oiled and noiseless hinges until<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> it stood wide open on +to swing back on oiled and noiseless hinges until<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> it stood wide open on a black interior. When things fall out opportunely for the person concerned, he is not apt to be critical about the how or why, his own immediate personal convenience seeming a sufficient reason for the @@ -5692,7 +5654,7 @@ round the edges and pulled, but the mass was immovable. He shook it, it was as firm as a rock. Denis de Beaulieu frowned and gave vent to a little noiseless whistle. What ailed the door? he wondered. Why was it open? How came it to shut so easily and so effectually after him? There -was something obscure and underhand about all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> this, that was little to +was something obscure and underhand about all<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> this, that was little to the young man's fancy. It looked like a snare, and yet who could suppose a snare in such a quiet by-street and in a house of so prosperous and even noble an exterior? And yet—snare or no snare, intentionally or @@ -5721,7 +5683,7 @@ suspect that he was not alone, his heart had continued to beat with smothering violence, and an intolerable desire for action of any sort had possessed itself of his spirit. He was in deadly peril, he believed. What could be more natural than to mount the staircase, lift the -curtain, and confront his difficulty at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> once? At least he would be +curtain, and confront his difficulty at<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> once? At least he would be dealing with something tangible; at least he would be no longer in the dark. He stepped slowly forward with outstretched hands, until his foot struck the bottom step; then he rapidly scaled the stairs, stood for a @@ -5750,7 +5712,7 @@ expression. Beautiful white hair hung straight all round his head, like a saint's and fell in a single curl upon the tippet. His beard and mustache were the pink of venerable sweetness. Age, probably in consequence of inordinate precautions, had left no mark upon his hands; -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> the Malétroit hand was famous. It would be difficult to imagine +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> the Malétroit hand was famous. It would be difficult to imagine anything at once so fleshy and so delicate in design; the taper, sensual fingers were like those of one of Leonardo's women; the fork of the thumb made a dimpled protuberance when closed; the nails were perfectly @@ -5782,7 +5744,7 @@ nothing was further from my thoughts—nothing could be more contrary to my wishes—than this intrusion."</p> <p>"Well, well," replied the old gentleman indulgently, "here you are, -which is the main point. Seat yourself,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> my friend, and put yourself +which is the main point. Seat yourself,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> my friend, and put yourself entirely at your ease. We shall arrange our little affairs presently."</p> <p>Denis perceived that the matter was still complicated with some @@ -5813,7 +5775,7 @@ behind the arras immediately opposite him. Sometimes there seemed to be but one person engaged, sometimes two; and the vehemence of the voice, low as it was, seemed to indicate either great haste or an agony of spirit. It occurred to him that this piece of tapestry covered the -entrance to the chapel he had noticed from without.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> +entrance to the chapel he had noticed from without.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> <p>The old gentleman meanwhile surveyed Denis from head to foot with a smile, and from time to time emitted little noises like a bird or a @@ -5847,7 +5809,7 @@ made my little contrivance for the door I had stopped short with that? If you prefer to be bound hand and foot till your bones ache, rise and try to go away. If you choose to remain a free young buck, agreeably conversing with an old gentleman—why, sit where you are in peace, and -God be with you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> +God be with you."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> <p>"Do you mean I am a prisoner?" demanded Denis.</p> @@ -5887,7 +5849,7 @@ myself."</p> <p>Denis had resigned himself with a good grace—all he desired was to know the worst of it as speedily as possible; so he rose at once, and bowed in acquiescence. The Sire de Malétroit followed his example and limped, -with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> assistance of the chaplain's arm, toward the chapel door. The +with the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> assistance of the chaplain's arm, toward the chapel door. The priest pulled aside the arras, and all three entered. The building had considerable architectural pretensions. A light groining sprung from six stout columns, and hung down in two rich pendants from the centre of the @@ -5915,7 +5877,7 @@ pavement, as she came slowly forward. In the course of her advance her eyes fell upon Denis de Beaulieu's feet—feet of which he was justly vain, be it remarked, and wore in the most elegant accoutrement even while travelling. She paused—started, as if his yellow boots had -conveyed some shocking meaning—and glanced suddenly up into<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> the +conveyed some shocking meaning—and glanced suddenly up into<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> the wearer's countenance. Their eyes met: shame gave place to horror and terror in her looks; the blood left her lips, with a piercing scream she covered her face with her hands and sank upon the chapel floor.</p> @@ -5949,7 +5911,7 @@ ceremony." And he turned toward the door, followed by the clergyman.</p> <p>The girl was on her feet in a moment. "My uncle, you cannot be in earnest," she said. "I declare before God I will stab myself rather than be forced on that young man. The heart rises at it; God forbids such -marriages; you dishonor your white hair. Oh, my uncle, pity me! There<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> +marriages; you dishonor your white hair. Oh, my uncle, pity me! There<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> is not a woman in all the world but would prefer death to such a nuptial. Is it possible," she added, faltering—"is it possible that you do not believe me—that you still think this" and she pointed at Denis @@ -5984,7 +5946,7 @@ understand."</p> <p>"And pray how came you here?" she asked.</p> -<p>He told her as briefly as he could. "For the rest," he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> added, "perhaps +<p>He told her as briefly as he could. "For the rest," he<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> added, "perhaps you will follow my example, and tell me the answer to all these riddles, and what, in God's name, is like to be the end of it."</p> @@ -6014,7 +5976,7 @@ billet, walking by my side all the while.</p> <p>"When he finished, he gave it back to me with great politeness. It contained another request to have the door left open; and this has been -the ruin of us all. My uncle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> kept me strictly in my room until evening, +the ruin of us all. My uncle<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> kept me strictly in my room until evening, and then ordered me to dress myself as you see me—a hard mockery for a young girl, do you not think so? I suppose, when he could not prevail with me to tell him the young captain's name, he must have laid a trap @@ -6048,7 +6010,7 @@ accomplishing it with honor.</p> <p>"Sir," said Denis, with the grandest possible air, "I believe I am to have some say in the matter of this marriage; and let me tell you at once, I will be no party to forcing the inclination of this young lady. -Had it been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> freely offered to me, I should have been proud to accept +Had it been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> freely offered to me, I should have been proud to accept her hand, for I perceive she is as good as she is beautiful; but as things are, I have now the honor, messire, of refusing."</p> @@ -6076,7 +6038,7 @@ believe you to be the guilty person, at least you are now in the secret; and you can hardly wonder if I request you to wipe out the stain. If you will not, your blood be on your own head! It will be no great satisfaction to me to have your interesting relics kicking their heels -in the breeze below my windows, but half a loaf is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> better than no +in the breeze below my windows, but half a loaf is<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> better than no bread, and if I cannot cure the dishonor, I shall at least stop the scandal."</p> @@ -6109,7 +6071,7 @@ your last hours by want of politeness to a lady?"</p> <p>Denis looked at Blanche, and she made him an imploring gesture.</p> -<p>It is likely that the old gentleman was hugely pleased<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> at this symptom +<p>It is likely that the old gentleman was hugely pleased<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> at this symptom of an understanding; for he smiled on both, and added sweetly: "If you will give me your word of honor, Monsieur de Beaulieu, to await my return at the end of the two hours before attempting anything desperate, @@ -6144,7 +6106,7 @@ sake—I could not bear to have you slain for such a scruple."</p> <p>"I am afraid," returned Denis, "that you underrate the difficulty, madam. What you may be too generous to refuse, I may be too proud to accept. In a moment of noble feeling toward me, you forget what you -perhaps owe to others."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> He had the decency to keep his eyes on the +perhaps owe to others."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> He had the decency to keep his eyes on the floor as he said this, and after he had finished, so as not to spy upon her confusion. She stood silent for a moment, then walked suddenly away, and falling on her uncle's chair, fairly burst out sobbing. Denis was in @@ -6172,7 +6134,7 @@ fine, with a warm brown skin, and the most beautiful hair, Denis thought, in the whole world of womankind. Her hands were like her uncle's: but they were more in place at the end of her young arms, and looked infinitely soft and caressing. He remembered how her blue eyes -had shone upon him, full of anger, pity, and innocence.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> And the more he +had shone upon him, full of anger, pity, and innocence.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> And the more he dwelt on her perfections, the uglier death looked, and the more deeply was he smitten with penitence at her continued tears. Now he felt that no man could have the courage to leave a world which contained so @@ -6207,7 +6169,7 @@ awkwardly we are placed to one another; make my last moments go pleasantly; and you will do me the chief service possible."</p> <p>"You are very gallant," she added, with a yet deeper sadness—"very -gallant—and it somehow pains me. But<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> draw nearer, if you please; and +gallant—and it somehow pains me. But<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> draw nearer, if you please; and if you find anything to say to me, you will at least make certain of a very friendly listener. Ah! Monsieur de Beaulieu," she broke forth—"ah! Monsieur de Beaulieu, how can I look you in the face?" And she fell to @@ -6236,7 +6198,7 @@ before his company; he receives many assurances of trust and regard—sometimes by express in a letter—sometimes face to face, with persons of great consequence falling on his neck. It is not wonderful if his head is turned for a time. But once he is dead, were he as brave as -Hercules or as wise as Sol<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>omon, he is soon forgotten. It is not ten +Hercules or as wise as Sol<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>omon, he is soon forgotten. It is not ten years since my father fell, with many other knights around him, in a very fierce encounter, and I do not think that any one of them, nor so much as the name of the fight, is now remembered. No, no, madam, the @@ -6271,7 +6233,7 @@ For—Pray, do you think me beautiful?" she asked, with a deep flush.</p> <p>"I am glad of that," she answered heartily. "Do you think there are many men in France who have been asked in marriage by a beautiful -maiden—with her own lips<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>—and who have refused her to her face? I know +maiden—with her own lips<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>—and who have refused her to her face? I know you men would half despise such a triumph; but believe me, we women know more of what is precious in love. There is nothing that should set a person higher in his own esteem; and we women would prize nothing more @@ -6302,7 +6264,7 @@ marry my uncle's groom."</p> <p>She made no answer, although she probably had her own thoughts.</p> -<p>"Come hither to the window," he said with a sigh. "Here is the dawn."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> +<p>"Come hither to the window," he said with a sigh. "Here is the dawn."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> <p>And indeed the dawn was already beginning. The hollow of the sky was full of essential daylight, colorless and clean; and the valley @@ -6335,7 +6297,7 @@ on you without your free and full consent. But if you care for me at all do not let me lose my life in a misapprehension; for I love you better than the whole world; and though I will die for you blithely, it would be like all the joys of Paradise to live on and spend my life in your -service."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p> +service."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p> <p>As he stopped speaking, a bell began to ring loudly in the interior of the house; and a clatter of armor in the corridor showed that the @@ -6354,12 +6316,12 @@ and covering her wet face with kisses.</p> <p>A melodious chirping was audible behind, followed by a beautiful chuckle, and the voice of Messire de Malétroit wished his new nephew a -good morning.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> +good morning.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="MARKHEIM" id="MARKHEIM"></a>MARKHEIM</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="MARKHEIM"></a>MARKHEIM</h2> <p>"Yes," said the dealer, "our windfalls are of various kinds. Some @@ -6384,7 +6346,7 @@ to pay for it." The dealer once more chuckled; and then, changing to his usual business voice, though still with a note of irony, "You can give, as usual, a clear account of how you came into the possession of the object?" he continued. "Still your uncle's cabinet? A remarkable -collector, sir!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p> +collector, sir!"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p> <p>And the little pale, round-shouldered dealer stood almost on tiptoe, looking over the top of his gold spectacles, and nodding his head with @@ -6417,7 +6379,7 @@ heir of a remarkable collector."</p> <p>The dealer, while he thus ran on in his dry and biting voice, had stooped to take the object from its place; and, as he had done so, a -shock had passed through Markheim,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> a start both of hand and foot, a +shock had passed through Markheim,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> a start both of hand and foot, a sudden leap of many tumultuous passions to the face. It passed as swiftly as it came, and left no trace beyond a certain trembling of the hand that now received the glass.</p> @@ -6450,7 +6412,7 @@ eager sparkle of hope, but nothing of mirth.</p> <p>"Not charitable?" returned the other, gloomily. "Not charitable; not pious; not scrupulous; unloving; unbeloved; a hand to get money, a safe -to keep it. Is that all? Dear God, man, is that all?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> +to keep it. Is that all? Dear God, man, is that all?"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> <p>"I will tell you what it is," began the dealer, with some sharpness, and then broke off again into a chuckle. "But I see this is a love match of @@ -6484,7 +6446,7 @@ moved a little nearer, with one hand in the pocket of his greatcoat; he drew himself up and filled his lungs; at the same time many different emotions were depicted together on his face—terror, horror, and resolve, fascination, and a physical repulsion; and through a haggard -lift of his upper lip, his teeth looked out.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> +lift of his upper lip, his teeth looked out.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> <p>"This, perhaps, may suit," observed the dealer; and then, as he began to re-arise, Markheim bounded from behind upon his victim. The long, @@ -6514,7 +6476,7 @@ had feared to see it, and, lo! it was nothing. And yet, as he gazed, this bundle of old clothes and pool of blood began to find eloquent voices. There it must lie; there was none to work the cunning hinges or direct the miracle of locomotion—there it must lie till it was found. -Found! aye, and then? Then would this dead flesh lift up a cry<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> that +Found! aye, and then? Then would this dead flesh lift up a cry<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> that would ring over England, and fill the world with the echoes of pursuit. Ay, dead or not, this was still the enemy. "Time was that when the brains were out," he thought; and the first word struck into his mind. @@ -6542,7 +6504,7 @@ been more bold, and killed the servant also; he should have done all things otherwise; poignant regrets, weary, incessant toiling of the mind to change what was unchangeable, to plan what was now useless, to be the architect of the irrevocable past. Meanwhile, and behind all this -activity, brute terrors, like the scurrying of rats in a deserted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +activity, brute terrors, like the scurrying of rats in a deserted<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> attic, filled the more remote chambers of his brain with riot; the hand of the constable would fall heavy on his shoulder, and his nerves would jerk like a hooked fish; or he beheld, in galloping defile, the dock, @@ -6570,7 +6532,7 @@ portion of his mind was still alert and cunning, another trembled on the brink of lunacy. One hallucination in particular took a strong hold on his credulity. The neighbor hearkening with white face beside his window, the passer-by arrested by a horrible surmise on the -pavement—these could at worst suspect, they could not know;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> through +pavement—these could at worst suspect, they could not know;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> through the brick walls and shuttered windows only sounds could penetrate. But here, within the house, was he alone? He knew he was; he had watched the servant set forth sweethearting, in her poor best, "out for the day" @@ -6600,7 +6562,7 @@ become an empty sound. And presently the jovial gentleman desisted from his knocking and departed.</p> <p>Here was a broad hint to hurry what remained to be done, to get forth -from this accusing neighborhood, to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> plunge into a bath of London +from this accusing neighborhood, to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> plunge into a bath of London multitudes, and to reach, on the other side of day, that haven of safety and apparent innocence—his bed. One visitor had come: at any moment another might follow and be more obstinate. To have done the deed, and @@ -6627,7 +6589,7 @@ interest and fear, until, coming out upon the chief place of concourse, he beheld a booth and a great screen with pictures, dismally designed, garishly colored: Brownrigg with her apprentice; the Mannings with their murdered guest; Weare in the death grip of Thurtell; and a score besides -of famous crimes. The thing was as clear as an illusion;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> he was once +of famous crimes. The thing was as clear as an illusion;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> he was once again that little boy; he was looking once again, and with the same sense of physical revolt, at these vile pictures; he was still stunned by the thumping of the drums. A bar of that day's music returned upon @@ -6656,7 +6618,7 @@ banished silence. Like some dripping cavern, the chambers of the house were haunted by an incessant echoing, which filled the ear and mingled with the ticking of the clocks. And, as Markheim approached the door, he seemed to hear, in answer to his own cautious tread, the steps of -another<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> foot withdrawing up the stair. The shadow still palpitated +another<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> foot withdrawing up the stair. The shadow still palpitated loosely on the threshold. He threw a ton's weight of resolve upon his muscles, and drew back the door.</p> @@ -6684,7 +6646,7 @@ with the tail of something nameless vanishing. The four-and-twenty steps to the first floor were four-and-twenty agonies.</p> <p>On that first story the doors stood ajar, three of them like three -ambushes, shaking his nerves like the throats of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> cannon. He could never +ambushes, shaking his nerves like the throats of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> cannon. He could never again, he felt, be sufficiently immured and fortified from men's observing eyes; he longed to be home, girt in by walls, buried among bedclothes, and invisible to all but God. And at that thought he @@ -6712,7 +6674,7 @@ excuses, which God knew; it was there, and not among men, that he felt sure of justice.</p> <p>When he got safe into the drawing-room, and shut the door behind him, he -was aware of a respite from alarms.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> The room was quite dismantled, +was aware of a respite from alarms.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> The room was quite dismantled, uncarpeted besides, and strewn with packing cases and incongruous furniture; several great pier glasses, in which he beheld himself at various angles, like an actor on a stage; many pictures, framed and @@ -6738,7 +6700,7 @@ children afield, bathers by the brookside, ramblers on the brambly common, kite-flyers in the windy and cloud-navigated sky; and then, at another cadence of the hymn, back again to church, and the somnolence of summer Sundays, and the high, genteel voice of the parson (which he -smiled a little to recall), and the painted Jaco<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>bean tombs, and the dim +smiled a little to recall), and the painted Jaco<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>bean tombs, and the dim lettering of the Ten Commandments in the chancel.</p> <p>And as he sat thus, at once busy and absent, he was startled to his @@ -6771,7 +6733,7 @@ for the money, I believe?" it was in the tones of everyday politeness.</p> <p>Markheim made no answer.</p> -<p>"I should warn you," resumed the other, "that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> maid has left her +<p>"I should warn you," resumed the other, "that the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> maid has left her sweetheart earlier than usual and will soon be here. If Mr. Markheim be found in this house, I need not describe to him the consequences."</p> @@ -6806,7 +6768,7 @@ known to me and God. But, had I the time, I could disclose myself."</p> intelligent. I thought—since you exist—you would prove a reader of the heart. And yet you would propose to judge me by my acts! Think of it; my acts! I was born and I have lived in a land of giants; giants have -dragged me by the wrists since I was born<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> out of my mother—the giants +dragged me by the wrists since I was born<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> out of my mother—the giants of circumstance. And you would judge me by my acts! But can you not look within? Can you not understand that evil is hateful to me? Can you not see within me the clear writing of conscience, never blurred by any @@ -6838,7 +6800,7 @@ to commit myself to evil."</p> <p>"Because you disbelieve their efficacy!" Markheim cried.</p> <p>"I do not say so," returned the other; "but I look on these things from -a different side, and when the life is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> done my interest falls. The man +a different side, and when the life is<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> done my interest falls. The man has lived to serve me, to spread black looks under color of religion, or to sow tares in the wheat field, as you do, in a course of weak compliance with desire. Now that he draws so near to his deliverance, he @@ -6866,7 +6828,7 @@ murder, even all life is war. I behold your race, like starving mariners on a raft, plucking crusts out of the hands of famine and feeding on each other's lives. I follow sins beyond the moment of their acting; I find in all that the last consequence is death; and to my eyes, the -pretty maid who thwarts her mother<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> with such taking graces on a +pretty maid who thwarts her mother<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> with such taking graces on a question of a ball, drips no less visibly with human gore than such a murderer as yourself. Do I say that I follow sins? I follow virtues also; they differ not by the thickness of a nail, they are both scythes @@ -6894,7 +6856,7 @@ wandered a few years, but now I see once more my city of destination."</p> <p>"You are to use this money on the Stock Exchange, I think?" remarked the visitor; "and there, if I mistake not, you have already lost some -thousands?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> +thousands?"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> <p>"Ah," said Markheim, "but this time I have a sure thing."</p> @@ -6927,7 +6889,7 @@ detect you in the fact! Downward, downward lies your way; nor can anything but death avail to stop you."</p> <p>"It is true," Markheim said huskily, "I have in some degree complied -with evil. But it is so with all: the very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> saints, in the mere exercise +with evil. But it is so with all: the very<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> saints, in the mere exercise of living, grow less dainty, and take on the tone of their surroundings."</p> @@ -6963,7 +6925,7 @@ opened, and I behold myself at last for what I am."</p> and the visitant, as though this were some concerted signal for which he had been waiting, changed at once in his demeanor.</p> -<p>"The maid!" he cried. "She has returned, as I fore<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>warned you, and there +<p>"The maid!" he cried. "She has returned, as I fore<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>warned you, and there is now before you one more difficult passage. Her master, you must say, is ill; you must let her in, with an assured but rather serious countenance—no smiles, no overacting, and I promise you success! Once @@ -6992,7 +6954,7 @@ downstairs very slowly, thinking to himself. His past went soberly before him; he beheld it as it was, ugly and strenuous like a dream, random as chance-medley—a scene of defeat. Life, as he thus reviewed it, tempted him no longer; but on the farther side he perceived a quiet -haven for his bark. He paused in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> passage, and looked into the shop, +haven for his bark. He paused in the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> passage, and looked into the shop, where the candle still burned by the dead body. It was strangely silent. Thoughts of the dealer swarmed into his mind, as he stood gazing. And then the bell once more broke out into impatient clamor.</p> @@ -7000,12 +6962,12 @@ then the bell once more broke out into impatient clamor.</p> <p>He confronted the maid upon the threshold with something like a smile.</p> <p>"You had better go for the police," said he: "I have killed your -master."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p> +master."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="WEE_WILLIE_WINKIE" id="WEE_WILLIE_WINKIE"></a>WEE WILLIE WINKIE</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="WEE_WILLIE_WINKIE"></a>WEE WILLIE WINKIE</h2> <p class='center'>"An officer and a gentleman."</p> @@ -7033,13 +6995,13 @@ not chasing the hens round the compound. He regarded Brandis with gravity for at least ten minutes, and then delivered himself of his opinion.</p> -<p>"I like you," said he, slowly, getting off his chair and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> coming over +<p>"I like you," said he, slowly, getting off his chair and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> coming over to Brandis. "I like you. I shall call you Coppy, because of your hair. Do you <i>mind</i> being called Coppy? it is because of ve hair, you know."</p> <p class="center"> -<img src="images/illus08.png" alt="Kipling" /> -<a id="illus08.png" name="illus08.png"></a> +<img src="images/illus08.png" alt="Kipling"> +<a id="illus08.png"></a> </p> <p class='center'><span class="smcap">Rudyard Kipling</span></p> @@ -7071,7 +7033,7 @@ comprehension.</p> <p>Coppy returned his liking with interest. Coppy had let him wear for five rapturous minutes his own big sword—just as tall as Wee Willie Winkie. -Coppy had prom<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>ised him a terrier puppy; and Coppy had permitted him to +Coppy had prom<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>ised him a terrier puppy; and Coppy had permitted him to witness the miraculous operation of shaving. Nay, more—Coppy had said that even he, Wee Willie Winkie, would rise in time to the ownership of a box of shiny knives, a silver soap-box and a silver-handled @@ -7102,7 +7064,7 @@ so stood on a pinnacle of virtue.</p> chair with a studious affectation of the Colonel's languor after a hot parade. He buried his freckled nose in a tea-cup and, with eyes staring roundly over the rim, asked: "I say, Coppy, is it pwoper to kiss big -girls?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> +girls?"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> <p>"By Jove! You're beginning early. Who do you want to kiss?"</p> @@ -7140,7 +7102,7 @@ appealing look at the holder of the ace.</p> <p>"Ven I won't," said Wee Willie Winkie, briefly. "But my faver says it's un-man-ly to be always kissing, and I didn't fink <i>you'd</i> do vat, -Coppy."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p> +Coppy."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p> <p>"I'm not always kissing, old chap. It's only now and then, and when you're bigger you'll do it too. Your father meant it's not good for @@ -7179,7 +7141,7 @@ was at ease, for he felt that he would not break promises. Wee Willie Winkie betrayed a special and unusual interest in Miss Allardyce, and, slowly revolving round that embarrassed young lady, was used to regard her gravely with unwinking eye. He was trying to discover why Coppy -should have kissed her. She was not half so nice as his own<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> mother. On +should have kissed her. She was not half so nice as his own<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> mother. On the other hand, she was Coppy's property, and would in time belong to him. Therefore it behooved him to treat her with as much respect as Coppy's big sword or shiny pistol.</p> @@ -7212,7 +7174,7 @@ was not forbidden—and beheld Miss Allardyce going for a ride.</p> <p>Now the cantonment in which the 195th lay was bounded on the north by a river—dry in the winter. From his earliest years, Wee Willie Winkie had been forbidden to go across the river, and had noted that even -Coppy—the almost almighty Coppy—had never set foot<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> beyond it. Wee +Coppy—the almost almighty Coppy—had never set foot<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> beyond it. Wee Willie Winkie had once been read to, out of a big blue book, the history of the Princess and the Goblins—a most wonderful tale of a land where the Goblins were always warring with the children of men until they were @@ -7240,7 +7202,7 @@ he was going to ride over to Coppy Sahib, and went out at a foot-pace, stepping on the soft mould of the flower-borders.</p> <p>The devastating track of the pony's feet was the last misdeed that cut -him off from all sympathy of Humanity.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> He turned into the road, leaned +him off from all sympathy of Humanity.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> He turned into the road, leaned forward, and rode as fast as the pony could put foot to the ground in the direction of the river.</p> @@ -7271,7 +7233,7 @@ was within range. "You didn't ought to be here."</p> <p>"You said you was going acwoss ve wiver," panted Wee Willie Winkie, throwing himself off his pony. "And nobody—not even Coppy—must go -acwoss ve wiver,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> and I came after you ever so hard, but you wouldn't +acwoss ve wiver,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> and I came after you ever so hard, but you wouldn't stop, and now you've hurted yourself, and Coppy will be angwy wiv me, and—I've bwoken my awwest! I've bwoken my awwest!"</p> @@ -7307,7 +7269,7 @@ toward the cantonments.</p> <p>"Oh, Winkie! What are you doing?"</p> <p>"Hush!" said Wee Willie Winkie. "Vere's a man coming—one of ve Bad Men. -I must stay wiv you. My<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> faver says a man must <i>always</i> look after a +I must stay wiv you. My<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> faver says a man must <i>always</i> look after a girl. Jack will go home, and ven vey'll come and look for us. Vat's why I let him go."</p> @@ -7340,7 +7302,7 @@ screamed.</p> <p>"I am the Colonel Sahib's son, and my order is that you go at once. You black men are frightening the Miss Sahib. One of you must run into cantonments and take the news that Miss Sahib has hurt herself, and that -the Colonel's son is here with her."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p> +the Colonel's son is here with her."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p> <p>"Put our feet into the trap?" was the laughing reply. "Hear this boy's speech!"</p> @@ -7377,7 +7339,7 @@ his "r's" and "th's" aright.</p> <p>Another man joined the conference, crying: "O foolish men! What this babe says is true. He is the heart's heart of those white troops. For the sake of peace let them go both, for if he be taken, the regiment -will break<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> loose and gut the valley. <i>Our</i> villages are in the valley, +will break<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> loose and gut the valley. <i>Our</i> villages are in the valley, and we shall not escape. That regiment are devils. They broke Khoda Yar's breast-bone with kicks when he tried to take the rifles; and if we touch this child they will fire and rape and plunder for a month, till @@ -7391,7 +7353,7 @@ Winkie standing over Miss Allardyce, waited the upshot. Surely his "wegiment," his own "wegiment," would not desert him if they knew of his extremity.</p> -<hr style='width: 45%;' /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' > <p>The riderless pony brought the news to the 195th, though there had been consternation in the Colonel's household for an hour before. The little @@ -7408,7 +7370,7 @@ anywhere, an' maybe those Pathans have got 'im. For the love o' Gawd don't look for 'im in the nullahs! Let's go over the river."</p> <p>"There's sense in Mott yet," said Devlin. "E Company, double out to the -river—sharp!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p> +river—sharp!"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p> <p>So E Company, in its shirt-sleeves mainly, doubled for the dear life, and in the rear toiled the perspiring Sergeant, adjuring it to double @@ -7441,7 +7403,7 @@ intense disgust, kissed him openly in the presence of the men.</p> would the breaking of arrest be condoned, but that the good-conduct badge would be restored as soon as his mother could sew it on his blouse-sleeve. Miss Allardyce had told the Colonel a story that made him -proud of his son.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> +proud of his son.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> <p>"She belonged to you, Coppy," said Wee Willie Winkie, indicating Miss Allardyce with a grimy forefinger. "I <i>knew</i> she didn't ought to go @@ -7453,14 +7415,14 @@ home."</p> <p>"I don't know what vat means," said Wee Willie Winkie, "but you mustn't call me Winkie any no more. I'm Percival Will'am Will'ams."</p> -<p>And in this manner did Wee Willie Winkie enter into his manhood.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p> +<p>And in this manner did Wee Willie Winkie enter into his manhood.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<h2><a name="NOTES" id="NOTES"></a>NOTES</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<h2><a id="NOTES"></a>NOTES</h2> -<h4>WASHINGTON IRVING</h4> +<h3>WASHINGTON IRVING</h3> <p>Washington Irving, the son of a Scotch merchant, was born in New York, @@ -7495,7 +7457,7 @@ brothers' firm, to which he had been admitted, and he stayed there seventeen years. The firm failing in 1818, he turned to literature and began the publication in 1819 of "The Sketch-Book," a collection of sketches and narratives in the manner of <i>The Spectator</i>. This book -definitely established him as an author, being received both<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> in America +definitely established him as an author, being received both<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> in America and in England with delight. Besides being successful financially it gave him an introduction to literary society. "Bracebridge Hall" and "The Tales of a Traveller" appeared soon after, in 1822 and 1824 @@ -7533,21 +7495,21 @@ as Minister to Spain. For four years he continued in office, performing his duties with tact and discretion. In 1846 he returned finally to his home, where he devoted his last days to a long-contemplated "Life of Washington," a task almost beyond his powers. On the 28th of November, -1850, he died, honored as no American man of letters had ever been.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p> +1850, he died, honored as no American man of letters had ever been.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p> -<h5>REFERENCES</h5> +<h4>REFERENCES</h4> <p> -<b>Biography</b><br /> +<b>Biography</b><br > -<span class="smcap">Warner</span>: Washington Irving.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Boynton</span>: Washington Irving.<br /> -<br /> -<b>Criticism</b><br /> +<span class="smcap">Warner</span>: Washington Irving.<br > +<span class="smcap">Boynton</span>: Washington Irving.<br > +<br > +<b>Criticism</b><br > -<span class="smcap">Howells</span>: My Literary Passions.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Thackeray</span>: Nil Nisi Bonum (Roundabout Papers).<br /> -<span class="smcap">Richardson</span>: American Literature.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Howells</span>: My Literary Passions.<br > +<span class="smcap">Thackeray</span>: Nil Nisi Bonum (Roundabout Papers).<br > +<span class="smcap">Richardson</span>: American Literature.<br > </p> @@ -7581,7 +7543,7 @@ with an <i>h</i>.</p> <p><a href="#Page_18">18</a>. <b>Hendrick Hudson</b>: really Henry Hudson, an Englishman in the employ of the Dutch East India Company. He was on a voyage to discover a north-east passage, when he explored the river which bears his name. The -<i>Half Moon</i> was the name of his boat.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p> +<i>Half Moon</i> was the name of his boat.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p> <h4>EDGAR ALLAN POE</h4> @@ -7619,7 +7581,7 @@ become an assistant on <i>The Southern Literary Messenger</i>.</p> remain long in one position. After some drifting, he settled in Philadelphia in 1838, where he did hack work until he became associate editor of <i>Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review</i> in -July, 1839. In 1840 appeared a volume of his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> tales which attracted +July, 1839. In 1840 appeared a volume of his<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> tales which attracted favorable notice. In 1841 he became editor of <i>Graham's Magazine</i>, but in this year, too, his wife became a hopeless invalid. Anxiety about her had doubtless much to do with the subsequent condition of Poe's mind. In @@ -7646,14 +7608,14 @@ lifetime.</p> <h5>REFERENCES</h5> <p> -<b>Biography</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Woodberry</span>: Edgar Allan Poe.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Harrison</span>: The Life and Letters of Edgar Allan Poe.<br /> -<br /> -<b>Criticism</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Stedman</span>: Poets of America.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Gates</span>: Studies and Appreciations.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Brownell</span>: American Prose Masters.<br /> +<b>Biography</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Woodberry</span>: Edgar Allan Poe.<br > +<span class="smcap">Harrison</span>: The Life and Letters of Edgar Allan Poe.<br > +<br > +<b>Criticism</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Stedman</span>: Poets of America.<br > +<span class="smcap">Gates</span>: Studies and Appreciations.<br > +<span class="smcap">Brownell</span>: American Prose Masters.<br > </p> @@ -7662,7 +7624,7 @@ lifetime.</p> <p>This story, which is classed in the group entitled "Stories of Ratiocination" (see Introduction), was first published in <i>The Dollar Newspaper</i> of Philadelphia in June, 1843, winning a prize of one hundred -dollars.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> +dollars.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> <p><span class="smcap">Page</span> <a href="#Page_23">23</a>. <b>Tarantula</b>: the bite of this spider was once supposed to cause a form of madness which made the victim dance. Compare the @@ -7709,7 +7671,7 @@ term referring to the metallic mass of an ore.</p> <p><a href="#Page_55">55</a>. <b>Captain Kidd</b>: William Kidd, about whose early life nothing is positively known, was commissioned by the Governor of Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1695 to put down piracy. With a good ship under him, however, -he himself turned pirate. On his return he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> was arrested, sent to +he himself turned pirate. On his return he<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> was arrested, sent to England, tried, and executed in London in 1701. Some of his buried treasure was recovered by the colonial authorities in 1699.</p> @@ -7755,7 +7717,7 @@ physician.</p> <p><a href="#Page_80">80</a>. <b>escritoire</b>: "A piece of furniture with conveniences for writing, as an opening top or falling front panel, places for inkstand, pens, and stationery, etc."—<i>Century Dictionary</i>. <b>Procrustean bed</b>: In Greek -mythology, Procrustes (derivatively "the stretcher") was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> a giant who +mythology, Procrustes (derivatively "the stretcher") was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> a giant who tied those whom he caught on a bed, making them fit by stretching them out if too short, and by cutting off their limbs if too long.</p> @@ -7797,14 +7759,14 @@ remain at rest or in motion.</p> <p><a href="#Page_88">88</a>. <b>ministerial hôtel</b>: house of the minister or cabinet officer.</p> <p><a href="#Page_92">92</a>. <b>facilis descensus Averni</b>: a misquotation from Vergil's "Aeneid," -Book VI, line 126. It should be "facilis descensus<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> Averno," <i>easy is +Book VI, line 126. It should be "facilis descensus<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> Averno," <i>easy is the descent to Avernus</i>. <b>Catalani</b>: Angelica Catalani (1779-1849). An Italian singer. <b>monstrum horrendum</b>: (Latin) <i>a horrible monster</i>, the epithet applied to the one-eyed giant, Polyphemus, in Vergil's "Aeneid," Book III, line 658. <b>Un dessein</b>, etc.: (French). <i>A design so fatal, if it is not worthy of Atrée, it is worthy of Thyeste</i>. <b>Crébillon's "Atrée"</b>: Prosper Jolyot de Crébillon (1674-1762). A French tragic poet. -His play, "Atrée et Thyeste," bears the date 1707.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> +His play, "Atrée et Thyeste," bears the date 1707.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> <h4>NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE</h4> @@ -7844,7 +7806,7 @@ Peabody.</p> <p>In January, 1839, he became a weigher and gauger in the Boston Custom House, a position which he lost in April, 1841, owing to a change in the political administration. Then for a few months he was a member of the -Brook Farm Community, a group of reformers who<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> tried to combine +Brook Farm Community, a group of reformers who<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> tried to combine agriculture and education. In the Custom House and at Brook Farm he worked so hard as to have little energy for literature, publishing only some children's books. On July 9, 1842, occurred his marriage.</p> @@ -7883,7 +7845,7 @@ second daughter, Rose. During this time he wrote and published (1851) his novel, "The House of the Seven Gables," the study of an inherited curse, made pleasing as a story by means of its realistic portrayal of ordinary life. He also put many of the stories of classical mythology -into a form understandable by chil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>dren, publishing the results in "A +into a form understandable by chil<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>dren, publishing the results in "A Wonder-Book for Girls and Boys" (1852) and "Tanglewood Tales for Girls and Boys" (1853). In 1852 appeared "The Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales," containing hitherto uncollected contributions to various @@ -7920,7 +7882,7 @@ failing for some time, and now he became incapable of sustained work. However, in 1863 was published "Our Old Home," the theme of which is well expressed by the sub-title "A Series of English Sketches," which had been composed previously. He continued to do some work, and even -promised a new novel to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> press, but he came to realize that he would +promised a new novel to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> press, but he came to realize that he would never finish it. In 1864 he went on a carriage trip with his old friend Pierce, during which he peacefully died in his sleep.</p> @@ -7928,13 +7890,13 @@ Pierce, during which he peacefully died in his sleep.</p> <h5>REFERENCES</h5> <p> -<b>Biography</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Woodberry</span>: Nathaniel Hawthorne.<br /> -<span class="smcap">James</span>: Nathaniel Hawthorne.<br /> -<br /> -<b>Criticism</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Hutton</span>: Literary Essays.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Stephen</span>: Hours in a Library.<br /> +<b>Biography</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Woodberry</span>: Nathaniel Hawthorne.<br > +<span class="smcap">James</span>: Nathaniel Hawthorne.<br > +<br > +<b>Criticism</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Hutton</span>: Literary Essays.<br > +<span class="smcap">Stephen</span>: Hours in a Library.<br > </p> @@ -7963,7 +7925,7 @@ together by the scheme of having an old inhabitant tell them to some visitor. Such machinery with its prologues and end-links, more or less elaborate, has been often used, as is seen in Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales" and in Longfellow's "Tales of a Wayside Inn." The taste for this -method has largely passed,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> though it has been recently revived by +method has largely passed,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> though it has been recently revived by Alfred Noyes in "The Tales of the Mermaid Tavern."</p> <p><span class="smcap">Page</span> <a href="#Page_93">93</a>. <b>Washington Street</b>: the scene is laid in Boston. @@ -8003,7 +7965,7 @@ linen, called a band, placed about the neck with the ends hanging down in front.</p> <p><a href="#Page_102">102</a>. <b>regicide judges</b>: in the first part of the seventeenth century -the people of England became dissatisfied with their king, Charles I,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +the people of England became dissatisfied with their king, Charles I,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> because of his illegal acts. They revolted, captured the king, put him on trial, and executed him, January 30, 1649. The judges are called regicide, because they tried and condemned a king. The royal party spoke @@ -8044,7 +8006,7 @@ of chemistry who spent most of their energy in seeking what was called the "universal solvent" which would turn every substance into gold. These men were sometimes legitimate investigators, but often cheats who made money out of foolish people. At one time they became so numerous in -London that laws<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> were passed against them, but it took Jonson's play +London that laws<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> were passed against them, but it took Jonson's play "The Alchemist" to laugh away their hold.</p> <p><a href="#Page_123">123</a>. <b>elixir vitæ</b>: (Arabic, <i>el iksir</i>, plus Latin, <i>vitæ</i>) @@ -8059,7 +8021,7 @@ the legendary "Famous History of Friar Bacon" records the construction of such a thing. <b>Transactions of the Royal Society</b>: the volumes containing the discussions of the Royal Society and also the papers read before it. This association was founded about 1660 for the advancement -of science.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p> +of science.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p> <h4>BRET HARTE</h4> @@ -8098,7 +8060,7 @@ writing, his work being published for one year altogether in <i>The Atlantic Monthly</i>. But his ever recurring financial difficulties becoming acute, he did some lecturing in addition. In 1876 appeared his only novel, "Gabriel Conroy," which was not a success. His money -difficulties continuing, his friends came to the rescue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> and secured his +difficulties continuing, his friends came to the rescue<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> and secured his appointment as United States Consul at Crefeld, Germany. Leaving his wife, whom he never saw again, he sailed in 1878. At this post he continued for two years, his life being varied by a lecture tour in @@ -8115,12 +8077,12 @@ occasional trip away, once as far as Switzerland. In 1901 he died.</p> <h5>REFERENCES</h5> <p> -<b>Biography</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Merwin</span>: The Life of Bret Harte.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Pemberton</span>: Life of Bret Harte.<br /> -<br /> -<b>Criticism</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Woodberry</span>: America in Literature.<br /> +<b>Biography</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Merwin</span>: The Life of Bret Harte.<br > +<span class="smcap">Pemberton</span>: Life of Bret Harte.<br > +<br > +<b>Criticism</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Woodberry</span>: America in Literature.<br > </p> @@ -8144,7 +8106,7 @@ the entire lot.</p> sand in which it is found is to put the mixture into a slanting trough, called a sluice, through which water is run. As these sluices were sometimes of considerable length, it was not a difficult matter for a -man to rob one.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p> +man to rob one.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p> <p><a href="#Page_136">136</a>. <b>Parthian</b>: the Parthians inhabited a part of ancient Persia. It was their custom when retreating to continue to shoot arrows at their @@ -8160,7 +8122,7 @@ the vigor of their hymns.</p> tells the story of the war of the Greeks against Troy. <b>Alexander Pope</b> (1688-1744), an English poet, who rather freely translated the poem.</p> -<p><a href="#Page_147">147</a>. <b>Derringer</b>: a pistol, so called from the name of the inventor.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p> +<p><a href="#Page_147">147</a>. <b>Derringer</b>: a pistol, so called from the name of the inventor.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p> <h4>ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON</h4> @@ -8196,7 +8158,7 @@ married in 1880. His convalescence in an abandoned mining camp is recorded in "The Silverado Squatters" (1883). Returning to Scotland, they found the climate impossible for his weak lungs, consequently they tried various places on the Continent. Throughout his ill-health he -heroically kept at work, publishing from time to time books of essays<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> +heroically kept at work, publishing from time to time books of essays<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> and short-stories, such as "Virginibus Puerisque" (1881) and "New Arabian Nights" (1882), parts of which had already appeared in magazines, and in 1883 his first popular success, "Treasure Island."</p> @@ -8228,27 +8190,27 @@ which was concluded by Quiller-Couch and published in 1898.</p> written by himself:</p> <p style="margin-left: 18em;"> -"Under the wide and starry sky,<br /> -Dig the grave and let me lie.<br /> -Glad did I live and gladly die,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I laid me down with a will.</span><br /> -This be the verse you grave for me:<br /> -<i>Here he lies where he longed to be;<br /> -Home is the sailor, home from the sea,<br /> -And the hunter home from the hill</i>."<br /> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p> +"Under the wide and starry sky,<br > +Dig the grave and let me lie.<br > +Glad did I live and gladly die,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I laid me down with a will.</span><br > +This be the verse you grave for me:<br > +<i>Here he lies where he longed to be;<br > +Home is the sailor, home from the sea,<br > +And the hunter home from the hill</i>."<br > +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p> <h5>REFERENCES</h5> <p> -<b>Biography</b>:<br /> -<span class="smcap">Balfour</span>: Life of Robert Louis Stevenson.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Raleigh</span>: R. L. Stevenson.<br /> -<br /> -<b>Criticism</b>:<br /> -<span class="smcap">Genung</span>: Stevenson's Attitude toward Life.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Phelps</span>: Modern Novelists.<br /> +<b>Biography</b>:<br > +<span class="smcap">Balfour</span>: Life of Robert Louis Stevenson.<br > +<span class="smcap">Raleigh</span>: R. L. Stevenson.<br > +<br > +<b>Criticism</b>:<br > +<span class="smcap">Genung</span>: Stevenson's Attitude toward Life.<br > +<span class="smcap">Phelps</span>: Modern Novelists.<br > </p> @@ -8287,7 +8249,7 @@ best-known works is the "Mona Lisa."</p> <p><a href="#Page_164">164</a>. <b>Charlemagne</b>: the French form of <i>Charles the Great</i> (742-814), a great king of the Franks and Emperor of the Romans.</p> -<p><a href="#Page_169">169</a>. <b>Hercules</b>: a great personage in Greek mythology, famous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> for his +<p><a href="#Page_169">169</a>. <b>Hercules</b>: a great personage in Greek mythology, famous<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> for his strength. <b>Solomon</b>: king of Israel, 993-953 B.C., noted for his wisdom.</p> @@ -8301,12 +8263,12 @@ misquotation from Shakespeare's "Macbeth," Act III, scene iv, lines 78-79. In full this most apposite reference runs:</p> <p style="margin-left: 15em;"> -<span style="margin-left: 9em;">"The times have been,</span><br /> -That, when the brains were out, the man would die,<br /> -And there an end; but now they rise again,<br /> -With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,<br /> -And push us from our stools: this is more strange<br /> -Than such a murder is."<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">"The times have been,</span><br > +That, when the brains were out, the man would die,<br > +And there an end; but now they rise again,<br > +With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,<br > +And push us from our stools: this is more strange<br > +Than such a murder is."<br > </p> <p><a href="#Page_180">180</a>. <b>Bohemian goblets</b>: drinking glasses of glass made in Bohemia, @@ -8329,7 +8291,7 @@ times of the English kings named James of the seventeenth century.</p> but one born of Markheim's troubled mind. The conversation shows the dual nature of man, containing both good and bad, and how a man excuses his wickedness. The subject was used again by Stevenson in "Dr. Jekyll -and Mr. Hyde."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> +and Mr. Hyde."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> <h4>RUDYARD KIPLING</h4> @@ -8368,7 +8330,7 @@ since been collected under the title of "From Sea to Sea" (1899).</p> 1891 Wolcott Balestier, an American, to whom he dedicated "Barrack Room Ballads" (1892) in an introductory poem filled with glowing tribute. In the same year he made further journeys to South Africa, Australia, and -New Zealand.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p> +New Zealand.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p> <p>He married Caroline Balestier in 1892, the year of publication of "The Naulahka," which had been written in collaboration with her brother. The @@ -8405,7 +8367,7 @@ panorama of India; "Puck of Pook's Hill" (1906), and "Rewards and Fairies" (1910), realistic reconstructions of English history; "Actions and Reactions" (1909), a series of stories, among them "An Habitation Enforced," a rare story of the charm of English country life; and "The -Fringes of the Fleet" (1916), relating to the European War.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> His son +Fringes of the Fleet" (1916), relating to the European War.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> His son John has had the misfortune to be captured in the present war.</p> <p>One book, "The Day's Work," deserves particular mention, as it contains @@ -8417,14 +8379,14 @@ especially the three cardinal points of his philosophy of life—"Work," <h5>REFERENCES</h5> <p> -<b>Biography</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Clemens</span>: A Ken of Kipling.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Knowles</span>: A Kipling Primer.<br /> -<br /> -<b>Criticism</b><br /> -<span class="smcap">Le Gallienne</span>: Rudyard Kipling, A Criticism.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Falls</span>: Rudyard Kipling, A Critical Study.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Hooker</span>: The Later Work of Rudyard Kipling, North American Review, May, 1911.<br /> +<b>Biography</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Clemens</span>: A Ken of Kipling.<br > +<span class="smcap">Knowles</span>: A Kipling Primer.<br > +<br > +<b>Criticism</b><br > +<span class="smcap">Le Gallienne</span>: Rudyard Kipling, A Criticism.<br > +<span class="smcap">Falls</span>: Rudyard Kipling, A Critical Study.<br > +<span class="smcap">Hooker</span>: The Later Work of Rudyard Kipling, North American Review, May, 1911.<br > </p> @@ -8434,66 +8396,66 @@ especially the three cardinal points of his philosophy of life—"Work," Scotch poem of William Miller (1810-1872). Below is given Whittier's familiar version of the poem:</p> -<table summary='winkie' cellspacing='50'> +<table style="border-spacing: 50px;"> <tr> <td> -Wee Willie Winkie<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Runs through the town,</span><br /> -Upstairs and downstairs,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his nightgown!</span><br /> -Tapping at the window,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crying at the lock,</span><br /> -"Are the weans in their bed,<br /> +Wee Willie Winkie<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Runs through the town,</span><br > +Upstairs and downstairs,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his nightgown!</span><br > +Tapping at the window,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crying at the lock,</span><br > +"Are the weans in their bed,<br > <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For it's now ten o'clock?"</span> </td> <td> -Anything but sleep, you rogue!<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glowering like the moon;</span><br /> -Rattling in an iron jug<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With an iron spoon;</span><br /> -Rumbling, tumbling all about,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crowing like a cock,</span><br /> -Screaming like I don't know what,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waking sleeping folk.</span><br /> +Anything but sleep, you rogue!<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glowering like the moon;</span><br > +Rattling in an iron jug<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With an iron spoon;</span><br > +Rumbling, tumbling all about,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crowing like a cock,</span><br > +Screaming like I don't know what,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waking sleeping folk.</span><br > </td> </tr> <tr> <td> -"Hey, Willie Winkie,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are you coming then?</span><br /> -The cat's singing purrie<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the sleeping hen;</span><br /> -The dog is lying on the floor<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And doesn't even peep;</span><br /> -But here's a wakeful laddie<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That will not fall asleep."</span><br /> +"Hey, Willie Winkie,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are you coming then?</span><br > +The cat's singing purrie<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the sleeping hen;</span><br > +The dog is lying on the floor<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And doesn't even peep;</span><br > +But here's a wakeful laddie<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That will not fall asleep."</span><br > </td> <td> -"Hey, Willie Winkie,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can't you keep him still?</span><br /> -Wriggling off a body's knee<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a very eel;</span><br /> -Pulling at the cat's ear,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she drowsy hums;</span><br /> -Heigh, Willie Winkie!<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See! there he comes!"</span><br /> +"Hey, Willie Winkie,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can't you keep him still?</span><br > +Wriggling off a body's knee<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a very eel;</span><br > +Pulling at the cat's ear,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she drowsy hums;</span><br > +Heigh, Willie Winkie!<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See! there he comes!"</span><br > </td> </tr> </table> -<p style="margin-left: 18em;">Wearied is the mother<br /> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That has a restless wean,</span><br /> -A wee stumpy bairnie,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heard whene'er he's seen—</span><br /> -That has a battle aye with sleep<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before he'll close his e'e;</span><br /> -But a kiss from off his rosy lips<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gives strength anew to me.</span><br /> +<p style="margin-left: 18em;">Wearied is the mother<br > +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span><br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That has a restless wean,</span><br > +A wee stumpy bairnie,<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heard whene'er he's seen—</span><br > +That has a battle aye with sleep<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before he'll close his e'e;</span><br > +But a kiss from off his rosy lips<br > +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gives strength anew to me.</span><br > </p> <p>"<b>An officer</b>, etc.": this quotation refers to the time when the holders @@ -8528,7 +8490,7 @@ equivalent to Mister, used by East Indians toward Europeans.</p> called a hand, which is equal to four inches. Hence twelve-two means twelve hands and two inches. <b>Waler</b>: a horse from New South Wales.</p> -<p><a href="#Page_205">205</a>. <b>Pushto</b>: sometimes <i>Pushtu</i>, the language of the Afghans.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p> +<p><a href="#Page_205">205</a>. <b>Pushto</b>: sometimes <i>Pushtu</i>, the language of the Afghans.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p> <p><a href="#Page_206">206</a>. <b>Sahib Bahadur</b>: Sahib = Mister. <i>Bahadur</i>, title of respect equivalent to "gallant officer."</p> @@ -8548,25 +8510,25 @@ assigned to soldiers. <b>pulton</b>: native expression equivalent to <p><a href="#Page_209">209</a>. <b>pukka</b>: native expression meaning "real," "thorough." </p> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <i>The Philosophy of the Short-Story in Pen and Ink</i>, page +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <i>The Philosophy of the Short-Story in Pen and Ink</i>, page 72. (Longmans, Green & Co., 1888.)</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <i>Ibid.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <i>Ibid.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <i>Materials of Fiction</i>, page 175. (Doubleday, Page & Co., +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <i>Materials of Fiction</i>, page 175. (Doubleday, Page & Co., 1912.)</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <i>Materials of Fiction</i>, page 173. (Doubleday, Page & Co., +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <i>Materials of Fiction</i>, page 173. (Doubleday, Page & Co., 1912.)</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <i>Graham's Magazine</i>, May, 1842.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <i>Graham's Magazine</i>, May, 1842.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <i>Vailima Letters</i>, I, page 147.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <i>Vailima Letters</i>, I, page 147.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Krapp's <i>Irving's Tales of a Traveller</i>, etc. Introduction. +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Krapp's <i>Irving's Tales of a Traveller</i>, etc. Introduction. 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