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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Facts Concerning The Recent Carnival Of
+Crime In Connecticut, by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
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+Title: The Facts Concerning The Recent Carnival Of Crime In Connecticut
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+Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
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+Release Date: August 19, 2006 [EBook #3183]
+Last Updated: February 24, 2018
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CARNIVAL OF CRIME ***
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+Produced by David Widger
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+
+ <h1>
+ THE FACTS CONCERNING THE RECENT CARNIVAL OF CRIME IN CONNECTICUT
+ </h1>
+ <p>
+ <br /><br />
+ </p>
+ <h2>
+ by Mark Twain
+ </h2>
+ <p>
+ <br /><br /> <br /> <br />
+ </p>
+ <hr />
+ <p>
+ <br /> <br />
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I was feeling blithe, almost jocund. I put a match to my cigar, and just
+ then the morning's mail was handed in. The first superscription I glanced
+ at was in a handwriting that sent a thrill of pleasure through and through
+ me. It was Aunt Mary's; and she was the person I loved and honored most in
+ all the world, outside of my own household. She had been my boyhood's
+ idol; maturity, which is fatal to so many enchantments, had not been able
+ to dislodge her from her pedestal; no, it had only justified her right to
+ be there, and placed her dethronement permanently among the
+ impossibilities. To show how strong her influence over me was, I will
+ observe that long after everybody else's &ldquo;do-stop-smoking&rdquo; had ceased to
+ affect me in the slightest degree, Aunt Mary could still stir my torpid
+ conscience into faint signs of life when she touched upon the matter. But
+ all things have their limit in this world. A happy day came at last, when
+ even Aunt Mary's words could no longer move me. I was not merely glad to
+ see that day arrive; I was more than glad&mdash;I was grateful; for when
+ its sun had set, the one alloy that was able to mar my enjoyment of my
+ aunt's society was gone. The remainder of her stay with us that winter was
+ in every way a delight. Of course she pleaded with me just as earnestly as
+ ever, after that blessed day, to quit my pernicious habit, but to no
+ purpose whatever; the moment she opened the subject I at once became
+ calmly, peacefully, contentedly indifferent&mdash;absolutely, adamantinely
+ indifferent. Consequently the closing weeks of that memorable visit melted
+ away as pleasantly as a dream, they were so freighted for me with tranquil
+ satisfaction. I could not have enjoyed my pet vice more if my gentle
+ tormentor had been a smoker herself, and an advocate of the practice.
+ Well, the sight of her handwriting reminded me that I way getting very
+ hungry to see her again. I easily guessed what I should find in her
+ letter. I opened it. Good! just as I expected; she was coming! Coming this
+ very day, too, and by the morning train; I might expect her any moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I said to myself, &ldquo;I am thoroughly happy and content now. If my most
+ pitiless enemy could appear before me at this moment, I would freely right
+ any wrong I may have done him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Straightway the door opened, and a shriveled, shabby dwarf entered. He was
+ not more than two feet high. He seemed to be about forty years old. Every
+ feature and every inch of him was a trifle out of shape; and so, while one
+ could not put his finger upon any particular part and say, &ldquo;This is a
+ conspicuous deformity,&rdquo; the spectator perceived that this little person
+ was a deformity as a whole&mdash;a vague, general, evenly blended, nicely
+ adjusted deformity. There was a fox-like cunning in the face and the sharp
+ little eyes, and also alertness and malice. And yet, this vile bit of
+ human rubbish seemed to bear a sort of remote and ill-defined resemblance
+ to me! It was dully perceptible in the mean form, the countenance, and
+ even the clothes, gestures, manner, and attitudes of the creature. He was
+ a farfetched, dim suggestion of a burlesque upon me, a caricature of me in
+ little. One thing about him struck me forcibly and most unpleasantly: he
+ was covered all over with a fuzzy, greenish mold, such as one sometimes
+ sees upon mildewed bread. The sight of it was nauseating.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He stepped along with a chipper air, and flung himself into a doll's chair
+ in a very free-and-easy way, without waiting to be asked. He tossed his
+ hat into the waste-basket. He picked up my old chalk pipe from the floor,
+ gave the stem a wipe or two on his knee, filled the bowl from the
+ tobacco-box at his side, and said to me in a tone of pert command:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Gimme a match!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I blushed to the roots of my hair; partly with indignation, but mainly
+ because it somehow seemed to me that this whole performance was very like
+ an exaggeration of conduct which I myself had sometimes been guilty of in
+ my intercourse with familiar friends&mdash;but never, never with
+ strangers, I observed to myself. I wanted to kick the pygmy into the fire,
+ but some incomprehensible sense of being legally and legitimately under
+ his authority forced me to obey his order. He applied the match to the
+ pipe, took a contemplative whiff or two, and remarked, in an irritatingly
+ familiar way:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Seems to me it's devilish odd weather for this time of year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I flushed again, and in anger and humiliation as before; for the language
+ was hardly an exaggeration of some that I have uttered in my day, and
+ moreover was delivered in a tone of voice and with an exasperating drawl
+ that had the seeming of a deliberate travesty of my style. Now there is
+ nothing I am quite so sensitive about as a mocking imitation of my
+ drawling infirmity of speech. I spoke up sharply and said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look here, you miserable ash-cat! you will have to give a little more
+ attention to your manners, or I will throw you out of the window!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The manikin smiled a smile of malicious content and security, puffed a
+ whiff of smoke contemptuously toward me, and said, with a still more
+ elaborate drawl:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come&mdash;go gently now; don't put on too many airs with your betters.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This cool snub rasped me all over, but it seemed to subjugate me, too, for
+ a moment. The pygmy contemplated me awhile with his weasel eyes, and then
+ said, in a peculiarly sneering way:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You turned a tramp away from your door this morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I said crustily:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't. How do you know?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I know. It isn't any matter how I know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well. Suppose I did turn a tramp away from the door&mdash;what of
+ it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, nothing; nothing in particular. Only you lied to him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I didn't! That is, I&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but you did; you lied to him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I felt a guilty pang&mdash;in truth, I had felt it forty times before that
+ tramp had traveled a block from my door&mdash;but still I resolved to make
+ a show of feeling slandered; so I said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This is a baseless impertinence. I said to the tramp&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There&mdash;wait. You were about to lie again. I know what you said to
+ him. You said the cook was gone down-town and there was nothing left from
+ breakfast. Two lies. You knew the cook was behind the door, and plenty of
+ provisions behind her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This astonishing accuracy silenced me; and it filled me with wondering
+ speculations, too, as to how this cub could have got his information. Of
+ course he could have culled the conversation from the tramp, but by what
+ sort of magic had he contrived to find out about the concealed cook? Now
+ the dwarf spoke again:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was rather pitiful, rather small, in you to refuse to read that poor
+ young woman's manuscript the other day, and give her an opinion as to its
+ literary value; and she had come so far, too, and so hopefully. Now wasn't
+ it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I felt like a cur! And I had felt so every time the thing had recurred to
+ my mind, I may as well confess. I flushed hotly and said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look here, have you nothing better to do than prowl around prying into
+ other people's business? Did that girl tell you that?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never mind whether she did or not. The main thing is, you did that
+ contemptible thing. And you felt ashamed of it afterward. Aha! you feel
+ ashamed of it now!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was a sort of devilish glee. With fiery earnestness I responded:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I told that girl, in the kindest, gentlest way, that I could not consent
+ to deliver judgment upon any one's manuscript, because an individual's
+ verdict was worthless. It might underrate a work of high merit and lose it
+ to the world, or it might overrate a trashy production and so open the way
+ for its infliction upon the world: I said that the great public was the
+ only tribunal competent to sit in judgment upon a literary effort, and
+ therefore it must be best to lay it before that tribunal in the outset,
+ since in the end it must stand or fall by that mighty court's decision
+ anyway.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, you said all that. So you did, you juggling, small-souled shuffler!
+ And yet when the happy hopefulness faded out of that poor girl's face,
+ when you saw her furtively slip beneath her shawl the scroll she had so
+ patiently and honestly scribbled at&mdash;so ashamed of her darling now,
+ so proud of it before&mdash;when you saw the gladness go out of her eyes
+ and the tears come there, when she crept away so humbly who had come so&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, peace! peace! peace! Blister your merciless tongue, haven't all these
+ thoughts tortured me enough without your coming here to fetch them back
+ again!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Remorse! remorse! It seemed to me that it would eat the very heart out of
+ me! And yet that small fiend only sat there leering at me with joy and
+ contempt, and placidly chuckling. Presently he began to speak again. Every
+ sentence was an accusation, and every accusation a truth. Every clause was
+ freighted with sarcasm and derision, every slow-dropping word burned like
+ vitriol. The dwarf reminded me of times when I had flown at my children in
+ anger and punished them for faults which a little inquiry would have
+ taught me that others, and not they, had committed. He reminded me of how
+ I had disloyally allowed old friends to be traduced in my hearing, and
+ been too craven to utter a word in their defense. He reminded me of many
+ dishonest things which I had done; of many which I had procured to be done
+ by children and other irresponsible persons; of some which I had planned,
+ thought upon, and longed to do, and been kept from the performance by fear
+ of consequences only. With exquisite cruelty he recalled to my mind, item
+ by item, wrongs and unkindnesses I had inflicted and humiliations I had
+ put upon friends since dead, &ldquo;who died thinking of those injuries, maybe,
+ and grieving over them,&rdquo; he added, by way of poison to the stab.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For instance,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;take the case of your younger brother, when you
+ two were boys together, many a long year ago. He always lovingly trusted
+ in you with a fidelity that your manifold treacheries were not able to
+ shake. He followed you about like a dog, content to suffer wrong and abuse
+ if he might only be with you; patient under these injuries so long as it
+ was your hand that inflicted them. The latest picture you have of him in
+ health and strength must be such a comfort to you! You pledged your honor
+ that if he would let you blindfold him no harm should come to him; and
+ then, giggling and choking over the rare fun of the joke, you led him to a
+ brook thinly glazed with ice, and pushed him in; and how you did laugh!
+ Man, you will never forget the gentle, reproachful look he gave you as he
+ struggled shivering out, if you live a thousand years! Oh! you see it now,
+ you see it now!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Beast, I have seen it a million times, and shall see it a million more!
+ and may you rot away piecemeal, and suffer till doomsday what I suffer
+ now, for bringing it back to me again!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The dwarf chuckled contentedly, and went on with his accusing history of
+ my career. I dropped into a moody, vengeful state, and suffered in silence
+ under the merciless lash. At last this remark of his gave me a sudden
+ rouse:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Two months ago, on a Tuesday, you woke up, away in the night, and fell to
+ thinking, with shame, about a peculiarly mean and pitiful act of yours
+ toward a poor ignorant Indian in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains in the
+ winter of eighteen hundred and&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Stop a moment, devil! Stop! Do you mean to tell me that even my very
+ thoughts are not hidden from you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It seems to look like that. Didn't you think the thoughts I have just
+ mentioned?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If I didn't, I wish I may never breathe again! Look here, friend&mdash;look
+ me in the eye. Who are you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, who do you think?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think you are Satan himself. I think you are the devil.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No? Then who can you be?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Would you really like to know?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed I would.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I am your Conscience!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In an instant I was in a blaze of joy and exultation. I sprang at the
+ creature, roaring:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Curse you, I have wished a hundred million times that you were tangible,
+ and that I could get my hands on your throat once! Oh, but I will wreak a
+ deadly vengeance on&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Folly! Lightning does not move more quickly than my Conscience did! He
+ darted aloft so suddenly that in the moment my fingers clutched the empty
+ air he was already perched on the top of the high bookcase, with his thumb
+ at his nose in token of derision. I flung the poker at him, and missed. I
+ fired the bootjack. In a blind rage I flew from place to place, and
+ snatched and hurled any missile that came handy; the storm of books,
+ inkstands, and chunks of coal gloomed the air and beat about the manikin's
+ perch relentlessly, but all to no purpose; the nimble figure dodged every
+ shot; and not only that, but burst into a cackle of sarcastic and
+ triumphant laughter as I sat down exhausted. While I puffed and gasped
+ with fatigue and excitement, my Conscience talked to this effect:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My good slave, you are curiously witless&mdash;no, I mean
+ characteristically so. In truth, you are always consistent, always
+ yourself, always an ass. Other wise it must have occurred to you that if
+ you attempted this murder with a sad heart and a heavy conscience, I would
+ droop under the burdening in influence instantly. Fool, I should have
+ weighed a ton, and could not have budged from the floor; but instead, you
+ are so cheerfully anxious to kill me that your conscience is as light as a
+ feather; hence I am away up here out of your reach. I can almost respect a
+ mere ordinary sort of fool; but you pah!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I would have given anything, then, to be heavyhearted, so that I could get
+ this person down from there and take his life, but I could no more be
+ heavy-hearted over such a desire than I could have sorrowed over its
+ accomplishment. So I could only look longingly up at my master, and rave
+ at the ill luck that denied me a heavy conscience the one only time that I
+ had ever wanted such a thing in my life. By and by I got to musing over
+ the hour's strange adventure, and of course my human curiosity began to
+ work. I set myself to framing in my mind some questions for this fiend to
+ answer. Just then one of my boys entered, leaving the door open behind
+ him, and exclaimed:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My! what has been going on here? The bookcase is all one riddle of&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I sprang up in consternation, and shouted:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Out of this! Hurry! jump! Fly! Shut the door! Quick, or my Conscience
+ will get away!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The door slammed to, and I locked it. I glanced up and was grateful, to
+ the bottom of my heart, to see that my owner was still my prisoner. I
+ said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang you, I might have lost you! Children are the heedlessest creatures.
+ But look here, friend, the boy did not seem to notice you at all; how is
+ that?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For a very good reason. I am invisible to all but you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I made a mental note of that piece of information with a good deal of
+ satisfaction. I could kill this miscreant now, if I got a chance, and no
+ one would know it. But this very reflection made me so lighthearted that
+ my Conscience could hardly keep his seat, but was like to float aloft
+ toward the ceiling like a toy balloon. I said, presently:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, my Conscience, let us be friendly. Let us fly a flag of truce for a
+ while. I am suffering to ask you some questions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well. Begin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, in the first place, why were you never visible to me before?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Because you never asked to see me before; that is, you never asked in the
+ right spirit and the proper form before. You were just in the right spirit
+ this time, and when you called for your most pitiless enemy I was that
+ person by a very large majority, though you did not suspect it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, did that remark of mine turn you into flesh and blood?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No. It only made me visible to you. I am unsubstantial, just as other
+ spirits are.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This remark prodded me with a sharp misgiving.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ If he was unsubstantial, how was I going to kill him? But I dissembled,
+ and said persuasively:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Conscience, it isn't sociable of you to keep at such a distance. Come
+ down and take another smoke.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was answered with a look that was full of derision, and with this
+ observation added:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come where you can get at me and kill me? The invitation is declined with
+ thanks.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said I to myself; &ldquo;so it seems a spirit can be killed, after
+ all; there will be one spirit lacking in this world, presently, or I lose
+ my guess.&rdquo; Then I said aloud:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Friend&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There; wait a bit. I am not your friend. I am your enemy; I am not your
+ equal, I am your master, Call me 'my lord,' if you please. You are too
+ familiar.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't like such titles. I am willing to call you, sir. That is as far
+ as&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We will have no argument about this. Just obey, that is all. Go on with
+ your chatter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well, my lord&mdash;since nothing but my lord will suit you&mdash;I
+ was going to ask you how long you will be visible to me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Always!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I broke out with strong indignation: &ldquo;This is simply an outrage. That is
+ what I think of it! You have dogged, and dogged, and dogged me, all the
+ days of my life, invisible. That was misery enough, now to have such a
+ looking thing as you tagging after me like another shadow all the rest of
+ my day is an intolerable prospect. You have my opinion my lord, make the
+ most of it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My lad, there was never so pleased a conscience in this world as I was
+ when you made me visible. It gives me an inconceivable advantage. Now I
+ can look you straight in the eye, and call you names, and leer at you,
+ jeer at you, sneer at you; and you know what eloquence there is in visible
+ gesture and expression, more especially when the effect is heightened by
+ audible speech. I shall always address you henceforth in your o-w-n
+ s-n-i-v-e-l-i-n-g d-r-a-w-l&mdash;baby!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I let fly with the coal-hod. No result. My lord said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, come! Remember the flag of truce!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, I forgot that. I will try to be civil; and you try it, too, for a
+ novelty. The idea of a civil conscience! It is a good joke; an excellent
+ joke. All the consciences I have ever heard of were nagging, badgering,
+ fault-finding, execrable savages! Yes; and always in a sweat about some
+ poor little insignificant trifle or other&mdash;destruction catch the lot
+ of them, I say! I would trade mine for the smallpox and seven kinds of
+ consumption, and be glad of the chance. Now tell me, why is it that a
+ conscience can't haul a man over the coals once, for an offense, and then
+ let him alone? Why is it that it wants to keep on pegging at him, day and
+ night and night and day, week in and week out, forever and ever, about the
+ same old thing? There is no sense in that, and no reason in it. I think a
+ conscience that will act like that is meaner than the very dirt itself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, WE like it; that suffices.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you do it with the honest intent to improve a man?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ That question produced a sarcastic smile, and this reply:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, sir. Excuse me. We do it simply because it is 'business.' It is our
+ trade. The purpose of it is to improve the man, but we are merely
+ disinterested agents. We are appointed by authority, and haven't anything
+ to say in the matter. We obey orders and leave the consequences where they
+ belong. But I am willing to admit this much: we do crowd the orders a
+ trifle when we get a chance, which is most of the time. We enjoy it. We
+ are instructed to remind a man a few times of an error; and I don't mind
+ acknowledging that we try to give pretty good measure. And when we get
+ hold of a man of a peculiarly sensitive nature, oh, but we do haze him! I
+ have consciences to come all the way from China and Russia to see a person
+ of that kind put through his paces, on a special occasion. Why, I knew a
+ man of that sort who had accidentally crippled a mulatto baby; the news
+ went abroad, and I wish you may never commit another sin if the
+ consciences didn't flock from all over the earth to enjoy the fun and help
+ his master exorcise him. That man walked the floor in torture for
+ forty-eight hours, without eating or sleeping, and then blew his brains
+ out. The child was perfectly well again in three weeks.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you are a precious crew, not to put it too strong. I think I begin
+ to see now why you have always been a trifle inconsistent with me. In your
+ anxiety to get all the juice you can out of a sin, you make a man repent
+ of it in three or four different ways. For instance, you found fault with
+ me for lying to that tramp, and I suffered over that. But it was only
+ yesterday that I told a tramp the square truth, to wit, that, it being
+ regarded as bad citizenship to encourage vagrancy, I would give him
+ nothing. What did you do then: Why, you made me say to myself, 'Ah, it
+ would have been so much kinder and more blameless to ease him off with a
+ little white lie, and send him away feeling that if he could not have
+ bread, the gentle treatment was at least something to be grateful for!'
+ Well, I suffered all day about that. Three days before I had fed a tramp,
+ and fed him freely, supposing it a virtuous act. Straight off you said,
+ 'Oh, false citizen, to have fed a tramp!' and I suffered as usual. I gave
+ a tramp work; you objected to it&mdash;after the contract was made, of
+ course; you never speak up beforehand. Next, I refused a tramp work; you
+ objected to that. Next, I proposed to kill a tramp; you kept me awake all
+ night, oozing remorse at every pore. Sure I was going to be right this
+ time, I sent the next tramp away with my benediction; and I wish you may
+ live as long as I do, if you didn't make me smart all night again because
+ I didn't kill him. Is there any way of satisfying that malignant invention
+ which is called a conscience?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ha, ha! this is luxury! Go on!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But come, now, answer me that question. Is there any way?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, none that I propose to tell you, my son. Ass! I don't care what act
+ you may turn your hand to, I can straightway whisper a word in your ear
+ and make you think you have committed a dreadful meanness. It is my
+ business&mdash;and my joy&mdash;to make you repent of everything you do.
+ If I have fooled away any opportunities it was not intentional; I beg to
+ assure you it was not intentional!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't worry; you haven't missed a trick that I know of. I never did a
+ thing in all my life, virtuous or otherwise, that I didn't repent of in
+ twenty-four hours. In church last Sunday I listened to a charity sermon.
+ My first impulse was to give three hundred and fifty dollars; I repented
+ of that and reduced it a hundred; repented of that and reduced it another
+ hundred; repented of that and reduced it another hundred; repented of that
+ and reduced the remaining fifty to twenty-five; repented of that and came
+ down to fifteen; repented of that and dropped to two dollars and a half;
+ when the plate came around at last, I repented once more and contributed
+ ten cents. Well, when I got home, I did wish to goodness I had that ten
+ cents back again! You never did let me get through a charity sermon
+ without having something to sweat about.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, and I never shall, I never shall. You can always depend on me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think so. Many and many's the restless night I've wanted to take you by
+ the neck. If I could only get hold of you now!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, no doubt. But I am not an ass; I am only the saddle of an ass. But
+ go on, go on. You entertain me more than I like to confess.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am glad of that. (You will not mind my lying a little, to keep in
+ practice.) Look here; not to be too personal, I think you are about the
+ shabbiest and most contemptible little shriveled-up reptile that can be
+ imagined. I am grateful enough that you are invisible to other people, for
+ I should die with shame to be seen with such a mildewed monkey of a
+ conscience as you are. Now if you were five or six feet high, and&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, come! who is to blame?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you are; nobody else.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Confound you, I wasn't consulted about your personal appearance.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't care, you had a good deal to do with it, nevertheless. When you
+ were eight or nine years old, I was seven feet high, and as pretty as a
+ picture.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish you had died young! So you have grown the wrong way, have you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Some of us grow one way and some the other. You had a large conscience
+ once; if you've a small conscience now I reckon there are reasons for it.
+ However, both of us are to blame, you and I. You see, you used to be
+ conscientious about a great many things; morbidly so, I may say. It was a
+ great many years ago. You probably do not remember it now. Well, I took a
+ great interest in my work, and I so enjoyed the anguish which certain pet
+ sins of yours afflicted you with that I kept pelting at you until I rather
+ overdid the matter. You began to rebel. Of course I began to lose ground,
+ then, and shrivel a little&mdash;diminish in stature, get moldy, and grow
+ deformed. The more I weakened, the more stubbornly you fastened on to
+ those particular sins; till at last the places on my person that represent
+ those vices became as callous as shark-skin. Take smoking, for instance. I
+ played that card a little too long, and I lost. When people plead with you
+ at this late day to quit that vice, that old callous place seems to
+ enlarge and cover me all over like a shirt of mail. It exerts a
+ mysterious, smothering effect; and presently I, your faithful hater, your
+ devoted Conscience, go sound asleep! Sound? It is no name for it. I
+ couldn't hear it thunder at such a time. You have some few other vices&mdash;perhaps
+ eighty, or maybe ninety&mdash;that affect me in much the same way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This is flattering; you must be asleep a good part of your time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, of late years. I should be asleep all the time but for the help I
+ get.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who helps you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Other consciences. Whenever a person whose conscience I am acquainted
+ with tries to plead with you about the vices you are callous to, I get my
+ friend to give his client a pang concerning some villainy of his own, and
+ that shuts off his meddling and starts him off to hunt personal
+ consolation. My field of usefulness is about trimmed down to tramps,
+ budding authoresses, and that line of goods now; but don't you worry&mdash;I'll
+ harry you on theirs while they last! Just you put your trust in me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think I can. But if you had only been good enough to mention these
+ facts some thirty years ago, I should have turned my particular attention
+ to sin, and I think that by this time I should not only have had you
+ pretty permanently asleep on the entire list of human vices, but reduced
+ to the size of a homeopathic pill, at that. That is about the style of
+ conscience I am pining for. If I only had you shrunk you down to a
+ homeopathic pill, and could get my hands on you, would I put you in a
+ glass case for a keepsake? No, sir. I would give you to a yellow dog! That
+ is where you ought to be&mdash;you and all your tribe. You are not fit to
+ be in society, in my opinion. Now another question. Do you know a good
+ many consciences in this section?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Plenty of them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I would give anything to see some of them! Could you bring them here? And
+ would they be visible to me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly not.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose I ought to have known that without asking. But no matter, you
+ can describe them. Tell me about my neighbor Thompson's conscience,
+ please.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well. I know him intimately; have known him many years. I knew him
+ when he was eleven feet high and of a faultless figure. But he is very
+ pasty and tough and misshapen now, and hardly ever interests himself about
+ anything. As to his present size&mdash;well, he sleeps in a cigar-box.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Likely enough. There are few smaller, meaner men in this region than Hugh
+ Thompson. Do you know Robinson's conscience?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. He is a shade under four and a half feet high; used to be a blond;
+ is a brunette now, but still shapely and comely.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Robinson is a good fellow. Do you know Tom Smith's conscience?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have known him from childhood. He was thirteen inches high, and rather
+ sluggish, when he was two years old&mdash;as nearly all of us are at that
+ age. He is thirty-seven feet high now, and the stateliest figure in
+ America. His legs are still racked with growing-pains, but he has a good
+ time, nevertheless. Never sleeps. He is the most active and energetic
+ member of the New England Conscience Club; is president of it. Night and
+ day you can find him pegging away at Smith, panting with his labor,
+ sleeves rolled up, countenance all alive with enjoyment. He has got his
+ victim splendidly dragooned now. He can make poor Smith imagine that the
+ most innocent little thing he does is an odious sin; and then he sets to
+ work and almost tortures the soul out of him about it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Smith is the noblest man in all this section, and the purest; and yet is
+ always breaking his heart because he cannot be good! Only a conscience
+ could find pleasure in heaping agony upon a spirit like that. Do you know
+ my aunt Mary's conscience?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have seen her at a distance, but am not acquainted with her. She lives
+ in the open air altogether, because no door is large enough to admit her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can believe that. Let me see. Do you know the conscience of that
+ publisher who once stole some sketches of mine for a 'series' of his, and
+ then left me to pay the law expenses I had to incur in order to choke him
+ off?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. He has a wide fame. He was exhibited, a month ago, with some other
+ antiquities, for the benefit of a recent Member of the Cabinet's
+ conscience that was starving in exile. Tickets and fares were high, but I
+ traveled for nothing by pretending to be the conscience of an editor, and
+ got in for half-price by representing myself to be the conscience of a
+ clergyman. However, the publisher's conscience, which was to have been the
+ main feature of the entertainment, was a failure&mdash;as an exhibition.
+ He was there, but what of that? The management had provided a microscope
+ with a magnifying power of only thirty thousand diameters, and so nobody
+ got to see him, after all. There was great and general dissatisfaction, of
+ course, but&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Just here there was an eager footstep on the stair; I opened the door, and
+ my aunt Mary burst into the room. It was a joyful meeting and a cheery
+ bombardment of questions and answers concerning family matters ensued. By
+ and by my aunt said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I am going to abuse you a little now. You promised me, the day I saw
+ you last, that you would look after the needs of the poor family around
+ the corner as faithfully as I had done it myself. Well, I found out by
+ accident that you failed of your promise. Was that right?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In simple truth, I never had thought of that family a second time! And now
+ such a splintering pang of guilt shot through me! I glanced up at my
+ Conscience. Plainly, my heavy heart was affecting him. His body was
+ drooping forward; he seemed about to fall from the bookcase. My aunt
+ continued:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And think how you have neglected my poor protege at the almshouse, you
+ dear, hard-hearted promise-breaker!&rdquo; I blushed scarlet, and my tongue was
+ tied. As the sense of my guilty negligence waxed sharper and stronger, my
+ Conscience began to sway heavily back and forth; and when my aunt, after a
+ little pause, said in a grieved tone, &ldquo;Since you never once went to see
+ her, maybe it will not distress you now to know that that poor child died,
+ months ago, utterly friendless and forsaken!&rdquo; My Conscience could no
+ longer bear up under the weight of my sufferings, but tumbled headlong
+ from his high perch and struck the floor with a dull, leaden thump. He lay
+ there writhing with pain and quaking with apprehension, but straining
+ every muscle in frantic efforts to get up. In a fever of expectancy I
+ sprang to the door, locked it, placed my back against it, and bent a
+ watchful gaze upon my struggling master. Already my fingers were itching
+ to begin their murderous work.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, what can be the matter!&rdquo; exclaimed by aunt, shrinking from me, and
+ following with her frightened eyes the direction of mine. My breath was
+ coming in short, quick gasps now, and my excitement was almost
+ uncontrollable. My aunt cried out:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, do not look so! You appal me! Oh, what can the matter be? What is it
+ you see? Why do you stare so? Why do you work your fingers like that?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Peace, woman!&rdquo; I said, in a hoarse whisper. &ldquo;Look elsewhere; pay no
+ attention to me; it is nothing&mdash;nothing. I am often this way. It will
+ pass in a moment. It comes from smoking too much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ My injured lord was up, wild-eyed with terror, and trying to hobble toward
+ the door. I could hardly breathe, I was so wrought up. My aunt wrung her
+ hands, and said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I knew how it would be; I knew it would come to this at last! Oh, I
+ implore you to crush out that fatal habit while it may yet be time! You
+ must not, you shall not be deaf to my supplications longer!&rdquo; My struggling
+ Conscience showed sudden signs of weariness! &ldquo;Oh, promise me you will
+ throw off this hateful slavery of tobacco!&rdquo; My Conscience began to reel
+ drowsily, and grope with his hands&mdash;enchanting spectacle! &ldquo;I beg you,
+ I beseech you, I implore you! Your reason is deserting you! There is
+ madness in your eye! It flames with frenzy! Oh, hear me, hear me, and be
+ saved! See, I plead with you on my very knees!&rdquo; As she sank before me my
+ Conscience reeled again, and then drooped languidly to the floor, blinking
+ toward me a last supplication for mercy, with heavy eyes. &ldquo;Oh, promise, or
+ you are lost! Promise, and be redeemed! Promise! Promise and live!&rdquo; With a
+ long-drawn sigh my conquered Conscience closed his eyes and fell fast
+ asleep!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ With an exultant shout I sprang past my aunt, and in an instant I had my
+ lifelong foe by the throat. After so many years of waiting and longing, he
+ was mine at last. I tore him to shreds and fragments. I rent the fragments
+ to bits. I cast the bleeding rubbish into the fire, and drew into my
+ nostrils the grateful incense of my burnt-offering. At last, and forever,
+ my Conscience was dead!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I was a free man! I turned upon my poor aunt, who was almost petrified
+ with terror, and shouted:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Out of this with your paupers, your charities, your reforms, your
+ pestilent morals! You behold before you a man whose life-conflict is done,
+ whose soul is at peace; a man whose heart is dead to sorrow, dead to
+ suffering, dead to remorse; a man WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE! In my joy I spare
+ you, though I could throttle you and never feel a pang! Fly!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She fled. Since that day my life is all bliss. Bliss, unalloyed bliss.
+ Nothing in all the world could persuade me to have a conscience again. I
+ settled all my old outstanding scores, and began the world anew. I killed
+ thirty-eight persons during the first two weeks&mdash;all of them on
+ account of ancient grudges. I burned a dwelling that interrupted my view.
+ I swindled a widow and some orphans out of their last cow, which is a very
+ good one, though not thoroughbred, I believe. I have also committed scores
+ of crimes, of various kinds, and have enjoyed my work exceedingly, whereas
+ it would formerly have broken my heart and turned my hair gray, I have no
+ doubt.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In conclusion, I wish to state, by way of advertisement, that medical
+ colleges desiring assorted tramps for scientific purposes, either by the
+ gross, by cord measurement, or per ton, will do well to examine the lot in
+ my cellar before purchasing elsewhere, as these were all selected and
+ prepared by myself, and can be had at a low rate, because I wish to clear,
+ out my stock and get ready for the spring trade.
+ </p>
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