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P. Shiel + +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 Lord of the Sea + +Author: M. P. Shiel + + +Release Date: November, 2004 [EBook #6993] +This file was first posted on February 20, 2003 +Last Updated: March 16, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LORD OF THE SEA *** + + + + +Text file produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed +Proofreaders + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE LORD OF THE SEA + </h1> + <h2> + By M. P. Shiel + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> I. — THE EXODUS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> II. — THE FEZ </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> III. — THE HUNTING-CROP </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> IV. — THE SWOON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> V. — REID'S </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> VI. — “PEARSON'S WEEKLY” </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> VII. — THE ELM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> VIII. — THE METEOR </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> IX. — HOGARTH'S GUNS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> X. — ISAAC </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> XI. — WROXHAM BROAD </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> XII. — THE ROSE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> XIII. — OUT OF THE WORLD </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> XIV. — THE PRIEST </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> XV. — MONSIGNOR </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> XVI. — THE ROPE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> XVII. — OLD TOM'S LETTER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> XVIII. — CHLOROFORM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> XIX. — THE GREAT BELL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> XX. — THE INFIRMARY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> XXI. — IN THE DEEP </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> XXII. — OLD TOM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> XXIII. — UNDER THE ELM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> XXIV. — FRANKL SEES THE METEORITE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> XXV. — CHURCH ARCHITECTURE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> XXVI. — FRANKL AND O'HARA </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> XXVII. — THE BAG OF LIGHT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> XXVIII. — THE LETTER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> XXIX. — PRIORITY OF CLAIM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> XXX. — MR. BEECH </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> XXXI. — THE HAMMERS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> XXXII. — WONDER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> XXXIII. — REEFS OF STEEL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0034"> XXXIV. — THE “KAISER” </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0035"> XXXV. — THE CUP OF TREMBLING </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0036"> XXXVI. — THE “BOODAH” AND THE BATTLESHIPS + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0037"> XXXVII. — THE STRAITS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0038"> XXXVIII. — THE MANIFESTO </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0039"> XXXIX. — THE “BOODAH'S” LOCK-UP </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0040"> XL — THE WEDDING </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0041"> XLI. — THE VISIT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0042"> XLII. — REBEKAH TELLS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0043"> XLIII. — THE LAND BILL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0044"> XLIV. — THE REGENCY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0045"> XLV. — ESTRELLA, THE PROPHETESS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0046"> XLVI. — THE ORDER IN COUNCIL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0047"> XLVII. — THE EMIGRANTS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0048"> XLVIII. — THE SEA-FORTS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0049"> XLIX. — THE DÉBÂCLE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0050"> L — THE DECISION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0051"> LI. — THE MODEL </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. — THE EXODUS + </h2> + <p> + In the Calle Las Gabias—one of those by-streets of Lisbon below St. + Catherine—there occurred one New Year a little event in the + Synagogue there worth a mention in this history of Richard, Lord of the + Sea. + </p> + <p> + It was Kol Nidrè, eve of the Day of Atonement, and the little Beth-El, + sweltering in a dingy air, was transacting the long-drawn liturgy, when, + behind the curtain where the women sat, an old dame who had been gazing + upward smote her palms together, and let slip a little scream: “The Day is + coming...!” + </p> + <p> + She then fainted, and till near ten lay on her bed, lit by the Yom Kippur + candle, with open eyes, but without speech, her sere face still beautiful, + on each temple a little pyramid of plaits, with gold-and-coral ear-rings: + a holy <i>belle.</i> About ten P.M. three women watching heard her murmur: + “My child, Rebekah...!” + </p> + <p> + She was childless, and whom she meant was not known. However, soon + afterwards there was a form at the amulet-guarded door, and Estrella sat + up, saying: “Rebekah, my child...” + </p> + <p> + A young lady of twenty-two ran in and embraced her, saying: “I have been + to Paris and Madrid with my father—just arrived, so flew to see you. + We leave for London to-night”. + </p> + <p> + “No: I shall keep you seven days. Tell Frankl <i>I</i> say so. What + jewels! You have grown into a rose of glory, the eyes are profounder and + blacker, and that brow was made for high purpose. Tell me—have you a + lover?” + </p> + <p> + “No, mamma Estrella”. + </p> + <p> + “Then, why the blush?” + </p> + <p> + “It is nothing at all,” Miss Frankl answered: “five years ago when at + school in Bristol I thrice saw through a grating a young man with whom I + was frivolous enough to speak. Happily, I do not know what has become of + him—a wild, divine kind of creature, of whom I am well rid, and + never likely to see again”. + </p> + <p> + The old lady mused. “What was he?” + </p> + <p> + “A sailor”. + </p> + <p> + “Not a common sailor?” + </p> + <p> + “I fancy so, mamma”. + </p> + <p> + “What name?” + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth—Richard”. + </p> + <p> + “A Jew?” + </p> + <p> + “An Englishman!” + </p> + <p> + She laughed, as the old lady's eyes opened in sacred horror, and as she + whispered: “Child!” + </p> + <p> + Within three months of that night, one midnight the people of Prague rose + and massacred most of the Jewish residents; the next day the flame broke + out in Buda-Pesth; and within a week had become a revolution. + </p> + <p> + On the twelfth morning one of two men in a City bank said to the other: + “Come, Frankl, you cannot fail a man in this crisis—I only want + 80,000 on all Westring—” + </p> + <p> + “No good to me, my lord,” answered Frankl, who, though a man of only forty—short, + with broad shoulders,—already had his skin divided up like a dry + leaf; in spite of which, he was handsome, with a nose ruled straight and + long, a black beard on his breast. + </p> + <p> + But the telephone rattled and Frankl heard these words at the receiver: + “Wire to hand from Wertheimer: Austrian Abgeordneten-haus passed a + Resolution at noon virtually expelling Jewish Race....” + </p> + <p> + When Frankl turned again he had already resolved to possess Westring Vale, + and was saying to himself: “Within six months the value of English land + should be—doubled”. + </p> + <p> + The bargain was soon made now: and within one week the foresight of Frankl + began to be justified. + </p> + <p> + Austria, during those days, was a nation of vengeful hearts: for the Jews + had acquired half its land, and had mortgages on the other half: peasant, + therefore, and nobleman flamed alike. And this fury was contagious: now + Germany—now France had it—Anti-Semite laws—like the old + May-Laws—but harsher still; and streaming they came, from the + Leopoldstadt, from Bukowina, from the Sixteen Provinces, from all Galicia, + from the Nicolas Colonies, from Lisbon, with wandering foot and weary + breast—the Heines, Cohens, Oppenheimers—Sephardim, + Aschkenasim. And Dover was the new Elim. + </p> + <p> + With alarm Britain saw them come! but before she could do anything, the + wave had overflowed it; and by the time it was finished there was no + desire to do anything: for within eight months such a tide of prosperity + was floating England as has hardly been known in a country. + </p> + <p> + The reason of this was the increased number of hands—each making + more things than its owner could consume himself, and so making every + other richer. + </p> + <p> + There came, however, a change—almost suddenly—due to the new + demand for land, the “owners” determining to await still further rises, + before letting. This checked industry: for now people, debarred from the + land, had only air. + </p> + <p> + In Westring Vale, as everywhere, times were hard. It was now the property + of Baruch Frankl: for at the first failure of Lord Westring to meet terms, + Frankl had struck. + </p> + <p> + Now, one of the yeomen of Westring was a certain Richard Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. — THE FEZ + </h2> + <p> + Frankl took up residence at Westring in September, and by November every + ale-house, market, and hiring in Westring had become a scene of + discussion. + </p> + <p> + The cause was this: Frankl had sent out to his tenants a Circular + containing the words: + </p> + <p> + “...tenants to use for wear in the Vale a <i>fez with tassel</i> as the + Livery of the Manor...the will of the Lord of the Manor...no exception...” + </p> + <p> + But though intense, the excitement was not loud: for want was in many a + home; though after three weeks there were still six farmers who resisted. + </p> + <p> + And it happened one day that five of these at the Martinmas “Mop,” or + hiring, were discussing the matter, when they spied the sixth boring his + way, and one exclaimed: “Yonder goes Hogarth! Let's hear what <i>he's</i> + got to say!” and set to calling. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth twisted, and came winning his way, taller than the crowd, with + “What's up? Hullo, Clinton—not a moment to spare to-day—” + </p> + <p> + “We were a-talking about that Circular—!” cried one. + </p> + <p> + At that moment two other men joined the group: one a dark-skinned Jew of + the Moghrabîm; the other a young man—an English author—on + tour. And these two heard what passed. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth stood suspended, finding no words, till one cried: “Do you mean to + put the cap on?” + </p> + <p> + He laughed a little now. “<i>I!</i> The whip! The whip!”—he showed + his hunting-crop, and was gone. + </p> + <p> + His manner of speech was rapid, and he had a hoarse sort of voice, almost + as of sore-throat. + </p> + <p> + Of the two not farmers, one—the author—enquired as to his + name, and farm; the other man—the Moghrabîm Jew—that evening + recounted to Frankl the words which he had heard. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * * * * * * * +</pre> + <p> + One afternoon, two weeks later, Loveday, the author, was leaning upon a + stile, talking to Margaret Hogarth; and he said: “I love you! If you could + <i>deign</i>—” + </p> + <p> + “Truth is,” she said, “you are in love with my brother, Dick, and you + think it is me!” + </p> + <p> + She was a woman of twenty-five, large and buxom, though neat-waisted, her + face beautifully fresh and wholesome, and he of middle-size, with a lazy + ease of carriage, small eyes set far apart, a blue-velvet jacket, duck + trousers very dirty, held up by a belt, a red shirt, an old cloth hat, a + careless carle, greatly famed. + </p> + <p> + “But it isn't of your brother, but of <i>you</i>, that I am wanting to + speak! Tell me—” + </p> + <p> + “No—I can't. I am a frivolous old woman to be talking to you about + such things at all! But, since it is as you say, wait, perhaps I may be + able—But I must be going now—” + </p> + <p> + There was embarrassment in her now: and suddenly she walked away, going to + meet—another man. + </p> + <p> + She passed through stubble-wheat, disappeared in a pine-wood, and came out + upon the Waveney towing-path. On the towing-path came Frankl to meet her. + </p> + <p> + He took her hand, holding his head sideward with a cajoling fondness, + wearing the flowing caftan, and a velvet cap which widened out a-top, with + puckers. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sweetheart...” he said. + </p> + <p> + “But, you know, I begged you not to use such words to me!”—from her. + </p> + <p> + “What, and I who am such a sweetheart of yours?”—his speech very + foreign, yet slangily correct, being, in fact, <i>all</i> slang. + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said, “you spoke different at first, and that is why—But + this must be the last, unless you say out clearly now what it is you mean—” + </p> + <p> + “Now, you are too hard. You know I am wild in love with you. And so are + you with me—” + </p> + <p> + “<i>I</i>?”—with shrinking modesty in her under-looking eyes. “Oh, + no—don't have any delusions like that about me, please! You said + that you liked me: and as I am in the habit of speaking the truth myself, + I thought that—perhaps—But my meeting you, to be frank with + you, was for the sake of my brother”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you are as candid as they make them,” he said, eyeing her with his + mild eye. “But what's the matter with your brother? Hard up?” + </p> + <p> + “He's worried about something”. “He must have some harvest-money put + away?” + </p> + <p> + “He has something in Reid's Bank at Yarmouth, I believe”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, shall I tell you what's the matter with him? He's <i>afraid</i>, + your brother. He has refused to wear the cap, and he thinks that I shall + be down upon him like a thousand of bricks...But suppose I exempt him, and + you and I be friends? That's fair”. + </p> + <p> + “What <i>do</i> you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Give us <i>one</i>—” + </p> + <p> + “Believe me, you talk—!” + </p> + <p> + “Don't let your angry passions rise. I am going to have a kiss off those + handsome lips—” + </p> + <p> + Before she could stir he was in the act of the embrace; but it was never + accomplished: for he saw her colour fade, heard crackling twigs, a step! + as someone emerged from the wood ten yards away—Richard. + </p> + <p> + The thought in Margaret's mind was this: “Father in Heaven, whatever will + he think of me here with this Jew?” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth stopped, staring at this couple; did not understand: Margaret + should have been home from “class-meeting”...only, he observed her heaving + bosom; then twisted about and went, his walk rapid, in his hand a + hunting-crop, by which, with a very sure aim, he batted away pebbles from + his path, stooping each time. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. — THE HUNTING-CROP + </h2> + <p> + Along the towing-path to the farmhouse. He did not look behind: was like a + man who has received a wound, and wonders whence. + </p> + <p> + A pallor lay under his brown skin, brown almost as an Oriental's, and he + was called “the Black Hogarth”—the Hogarths being Saxon, on the + mantel in the dining-room being a very simple coat—a Bull on Gules. + But Richard was a startling exception. His hair grew away flat and sparse + from his round brow; on his cheeks three moles, jet-black in their centre. + Handsome one called his hairless face: the nose delicate, the lips negroid + in their thick pout, the left eye red, streaked with bloodshot, the eyes' + brown brightness very beautiful and strange, with a sideward stare wild as + that sideward stare of the race-horse; and the lids had a way of lifting + largely anon. + </p> + <p> + He passed through Lagden Dip orchard into the old homestead, into the + dining-room, where cowered the old Hogarth, smoking, his hair a mist of + wool-white. + </p> + <p> + He glanced up, but said nothing; and Richard said nothing, but walked + about, his arms folded, frowning turbulently, while the twilight deepened, + and Margaret did not come. + </p> + <p> + Now he planted a chair near the old man, sat, and shouted: “Listen, sir!” + </p> + <p> + Up went the old Hogarth's hand to push forward the inquiring ear, while + Richard, who, till now, had guarded him from all knowledge of the + Circular, snatched it from his breast-pocket, and loudly read. + </p> + <p> + As the sense entered his head, up the old man shot his palms, shaking from + them astonishment and deprecation, with nods; then, with opening arms, and + an under-look at Richard: “Well, there is nothing to be said: the land is + his....” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth leapt up and walked out; he muttered: “The land is his, but he is + mine....” + </p> + <p> + The question at the bottom of his mind had been this: “Does <i>Margaret</i>, + too, go with the land?” But he did not utter it even to himself: went out, + fingering the crop, stalking toward the spot where he had left the man and + the woman. But Margaret was then coming through the wood; Frankl had gone + up to the Hall; and Hogarth crossed the bridge and went climbing toward + the mansion. + </p> + <p> + It was a Friday evening, and up at the Hall the Sabbath had commenced, two + Sabbath-tapers shining now upon the Mezuzzah at the dining-room door, + Frankl being of the Cohanîm, the priestly class—a Jew of Jews. As he + had passed in, two Moghrabîm Jews had saluted him with: “Shabbath”; and + mildly he had replied: “Shabbath”. + </p> + <p> + But swift upon his steps strode Hogarth: Hogarth was at the lodge-gates—was + on the drive—was in the hall. + </p> + <p> + But, since Frankl was just preparing to celebrate the <i>kiddush</i>, “He + cannot be seen now”, said a man in the hall. + </p> + <p> + “He must”, said Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + As he brushed past, two men raised an outcry: but Hogarth continued his + swift way, and had half traversed a <i>salon</i> hung with a chaos of + cut-glass when from a side-door appeared the inquiring face of Frankl in + pious skull-cap. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” he cried—“I cannot be seen—” + </p> + <p> + He recognized the man of the towing-path, and on his face grew a look of + scare, as he backed toward a study: but before he could slam the door, + Hogarth, too, was within. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you? What is it?” whined Frankl, who was both hard master and + cringing slave. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth produced the Circular: but of Margaret not a word. + </p> + <p> + “Caps-and-tassels, you?”—flicking Frankl on the cheek with a fillip + of his middle finger. + </p> + <p> + “You dare assault me! Why, I swear, I meant no harm—” + </p> + <p> + Down came the whip upon the Jew's shoulders, Frankl, as the stings + penetrated his caftan, giving out one roar, and the next instant, seeing + the two Jews at the doorway, groaned the mean whisper: “Oh, don't make a + man look small before the servants”, crying out immediately: “Help!” + </p> + <p> + Soon five or six servants were at the door, and, of these, two Arab Jews + rushed forward, one a tall fellow, the other an obese bulk with bright + black eyes, the former holding a slender blade—the knife with which + “shechita”, or slaughtering, was done: and while the corpulent Jew threw + himself upon Hogarth, the other drew this knife through the flesh of + Hogarth's shoulder, at the same time happening to cut the heavy Arab + across the wrist. + </p> + <p> + Now, there was some quarrel between the two Arabs, and the injured Arab, + forgetting Hogarth, turned fiercely upon his fellow. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, meanwhile, had not let go Frankl, nor delivered the intended + number of cuts: so he was again standing with uplifted whip, when his eye + happened to fall upon the doorway. + </p> + <p> + He saw there a sight which struck his arm paralysed: Rebekah Frankl. + </p> + <p> + Two months had she been here at Westring—and he had not known it! + </p> + <p> + There she stood peering, of a divine beauty in his eyes, like + half-mythical queens of Egypt and Babylon, blinking in a rather barbarous + superfluity of jewels: and, blinded and headlong, he was in flight. + </p> + <p> + As for Frankl, he locked that door upon himself, and remained there, + forgetting the sanctification of the Sabbath. + </p> + <p> + The Hebrew's eyes blazed like a wild beast's. The words: “As the Lord + liveth...” hissed in whispers from his lips. + </p> + <p> + He took up a pinch of old ashes, and cast it into the air. + </p> + <p> + As Shimei, the son of Gera, cursed David, so he cursed Richard Hogarth + that night—again and again—with grave rites, with cancerous + rancour. + </p> + <p> + “I will blight him, as the Lord liveth; as the Lord liveth, I will blight + him...” he said repeatedly, his draperied arms spread in pompous + imprecation. + </p> + <p> + As a beginning, he sat and wrote to Reid's Bank, requesting the payment in + gold of £14,000—to produce a stoppage of payment at the little Bank + in which were Richard's savings. + </p> + <p> + Afterwards, with mild eyes he repaired to the dining-hall, and sanctified + the Sabbath, blessing a cup of wine, dividing up two napkined loaves, and + giving to Rebekah his benediction. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. — THE SWOON + </h2> + <p> + Hogarth went moodily down the hillside to the Waveney, across the bridge, + and home, his sleeve stained with blood. + </p> + <p> + In the dining-room, he threw himself into an easy-chair in a gloom lit + only by the fireglow, in the room above mourning a little harmonium which + Margaret was playing, mixed with the sound of Loveday's voice. + </p> + <p> + The old man said: “Richard, my boy...” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth did not answer. + </p> + <p> + “Richard, I have somewhat to say to you—are ye hearkening?” + </p> + <p> + Richard, losing blood, moaned a drowsy “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + And the old Hogarth, all deaf and bedimmed, said: “I had to say it to you, + and this night let it be: Richard, you are no son of mine”. + </p> + <p> + At this point Hogarth's head dropped forward: but many a time, during long + years, he remembered a dream in which he had heard those words: “Richard, + you are no son of mine...” + </p> + <p> + The old Hogarth continued to ears that did not hear: + </p> + <p> + “I have kept it from you—for I'm under a bargain with a firm of + solicitors in London; but, Dick, it doesn't strike me as I am long for + this world: a queer feeling I've had in this left side the last hour or + two; and there's that Circular—I never heard of such a thing in all + my born days. But what can we do? You'll have to wear the cap—or be + turned out. Always I've said to myself, from a young man: 'Get hold of a + bit of land someways as your own God's own': but I never did; the days + went by and by, and it all seems no longer than an after-dinner nap in a + barn on a hot harvest-day. But a bit of land—the man who has that + can make all the rest work to keep him. And if they turn me out, I + couldn't live, lad: the old house has got into my bones, somehow. Anyhow, + I think the time is come to tell you in my own way how the thing was. No + son are you of mine, Richard. Your mother, Rachel, who was a Londoner, + served me an ill turn while we were sweethearting, hankering after another + man—a Jew millionaire he was, she being a governess in his house; + but, Richard, I couldn't give her up: I married her three months before + you were born; and not a living creature knows, except, perhaps, one—perhaps + one: a priest he was, called O'Hara. But that's how it was. Your father + was a Jew, and your mother was a Jew, and you are a Jew, and in the + under-bottom of the old grey trunk you will find a roll of papers. Are you + hearkening? And don't you be ashamed of being a Jew, boy—<i>they</i> + are the people who've got the money; and money buys land, Richard. Nor + your father did not do so badly by you, either: his name was Spinoza—Sir + Solomon Spinoza—” + </p> + <p> + At that point Margaret, bearing a lamp, entered, followed by Loveday, and + at the sight of Richard uttered a cry. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. — REID'S + </h2> + <p> + By noon Hogarth knew the news: his hundred and fifty at Reid's were gone; + and he owed for the Michaelmas quarter—twenty-one pounds five, his + only chattels of value being the thresher, not yet paid for, half a rick, + seed, manure, and “the furniture”. If he could realize enough for rent, he + would lack capital for wages and cultivation, for Reid's had been his + credit-bank. + </p> + <p> + After dinner he stood long at a window, then twisted away, and walked to + Thring, where he captained in a football match, Loveday watching his rage, + his twisting waist, and then accompanying him home: but in the dining-room + they found the lord-of-the-manor's bailiff; and Loveday, divining + something embarrassing, took himself away. + </p> + <p> + The same evening there were two appraisers in the house, and the bailiff, + on their judgment, took possession of the chattels on the holding except + some furniture, and some agricultural “fixtures”. The sale was arranged + for the sixth day. + </p> + <p> + From the old Hogarth the truth could no longer be hidden... + </p> + <p> + Two days he continued quiet in the old nook by the hearth, apparently in a + kind of dotage doze; but on the third, he began to poke about, hobbled + into the dairy, peered into the churn, touched the skimmer. + </p> + <p> + “You'll have to wear the cap”, Margaret heard him mutter—“or be + turned out”. + </p> + <p> + As if taking farewell, he would get up, as at a sudden thought, to go to + visit something. He kept murmuring: “I always said, Get a bit of land as + your own, but I never did; the days went by and by....” + </p> + <p> + Margaret, meantime, was busy, binding beds with sheets, making bundles, + preparing for the flitting, with a heaving breast; till, on the fifth day, + a van stood loaded with their things at the hall-door, and she, with + untidy hair, was helping heave the last trunk upon the backboard, when the + carman said: “Mrs. Mackenzie says, mum, the things mustn't be took to the + cottage, except you pay in advance”. + </p> + <p> + Now Margaret stood at a loss; but in a minute went bustling, deciding to + go to Loveday, not without twinges of reluctance: for Loveday, with + instinctive delicacy, had lately kept from the farm; and to Margaret, + whose point of view was different, the words “false friends” had occurred. + </p> + <p> + Passing through an alley of the forest, she was met by a man—a + park-keeper of Frankl's—a German Jew, who had once handed her a note + from Frankl. And he, on seeing her, said: “Here have I a letter for your + brother”. + </p> + <p> + “Who from?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “That may I not say”. + </p> + <p> + When he handed her an envelope rather stuffed with papers, she went on her + flurried way; and soon Loveday was bowing before her in his sitting-room + at Priddlestone. + </p> + <p> + “You will be surprised to see me, Mr. Loveday,” said she, panting. + </p> + <p> + “A little surprised, but most awfully glad, too. Is all well?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, far from that, I'm afraid. But I haven't got any time—and, oh + my, I don't know how to say it,—but to be frank with you—could + you lend Richard two pounds—?” + </p> + <p> + Loveday coloured to the roots of his hair. + </p> + <p> + He could not tell her: “Open that envelope in your hand”, for that would + have meant that it was he who had sent the £50 it contained; and he had + now only one sixpence in Priddlestone. + </p> + <p> + “That is”, she said—“if it is not an inconvenience to you—” + </p> + <p> + He could find no words. Some fifteen minutes before, having enclosed the + notes, he had descended to the bar to get mine host to find him a + messenger, and direct the envelope—for Hogarth knew his handwriting. + Mine host was not there—his wife could not write: but she had + pointed out the Jewish park-keeper sipping beer; so Loveday had had the + man upstairs, had made him write the address, and had bribed him to + deliver the envelope with a mum tongue. + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid I've taken a great liberty—” she said, shrinking at his + silence. + </p> + <p> + Then he spoke: “Oh, liberty!—but—really—I'm quite broke + myself—!” + </p> + <p> + “Then, good-afternoon to you”, said she: “I am very sorry—but you + will excuse the liberty, won't you—?” + </p> + <p> + In the forest she began to cry, covering her eyes, moaning: “Why, how + could he be so <i>mean</i>? And I who loved that young man with all my + heart, God knows—!” + </p> + <p> + Her eyes searched the ground for two sovereigns. Then she happened to look + at the envelope: and instantly was interested. “Why, it is the Jew's + hand!” she thought, for the letters were angular in the German manner, + making a general similarity with Frankl's writing. + </p> + <p> + Curiosity overcame her: she opened, and saw... + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, this is <i>generous</i> though, after all!” she exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + And now she ran, coming out from mossy path upon wide forest-road: and + there, taking promenade, was Frankl, quite near, with phylacteried left + arm. + </p> + <p> + “Why, sweetheart...” said he. + </p> + <p> + She stopped before him. “Well, you can call me what you like for the time + being”, said she, laughing rather hysterically; “for I am most grateful to + you for your generous present to my brother, Mr. Frankl!” + </p> + <p> + She had still no suspicion of Richard's visit of chastisement to the Hall! + </p> + <p> + “Now, what do you mean?” said Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you might guess that I know your handwriting by this time!” she said + coquettishly, and held out the notes and the envelope. + </p> + <p> + His eyes twinkled; he meditated; he had, more than ever, need of her; and + he said: “Well, you are as 'cute as they make them!” + </p> + <p> + “But instead of sending us this, which I am not at all sure that Richard + will touch, why couldn't you pay it to yourself, and not turn us out—” + </p> + <p> + “I let business take its course: and afterwards I do my charity. But it + wasn't for your brother, you know, that I sent it—but for <i>you</i>”. + </p> + <p> + “I must be running—” + </p> + <p> + When she reached the farm, she gave the carman a secret glimpse of the + notes, while Hogarth, who was now there, went to seek the old Hogarth, for + whom a nest had been made among the furniture in the cart. + </p> + <p> + He was found above-stairs in an empty room, searching the floor for + something. + </p> + <p> + “Come, sir”, said Hogarth, and led him step by step. + </p> + <p> + But as the old man passed the threshold, he fell flat on the slabs of the + porch, striking his forehead, printing a stain there. + </p> + <p> + And the next day, the day of the sale, he still lay in the old chamber, on + the ancient bed, dead. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. — “PEARSON'S WEEKLY” + </h2> + <p> + “Rose Cottage” was without roses: but had a good-sized “garden” at the + back; and here Hogarth soon had a shed nailed together, with bellows, + anvil, sledges, rasps, setts, drifts, and so on, making a little smithy. + </p> + <p> + He engaged a boy; and soon John Loveday would be leaning all a forenoon at + the shed door, watching the lithe ply of Hogarth's hips, and the white-hot + iron gushing flushes; while Margaret, peeping, could see Loveday's + slovenly ease of pose, his numberless cigarettes, and hear the rhymes of + the sledges chiming. + </p> + <p> + As to Loveday's £50, she had dared to say nothing to Richard, but kept + them, intending to make up the amount already spent, and give them to + Frankl. Loveday, meantime, she avoided with constant care. + </p> + <p> + So two weeks passed, till, one day, Loveday, leaning at the forge-door, + happened to say: “Are you interested in current politics? The East Norfolk + division is being contested, one of the candidates, Sir Bennett Beaumont, + is a friend of mine, and I was thinking that I might go to the meeting + to-night, if you could come—” + </p> + <p> + “I invite you to supper here instead”. + </p> + <p> + “Not interested?” queried Loveday. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all. Stop—I'll show you something in which I <i>am</i> + interested”. + </p> + <p> + He ran to a corner, picked up a <i>Pearson's Weekly</i>, and pointed to a + paragraph headed: + </p> + <p> + “FIVE HUNDRED-POUND NOTES! + </p> + <p> + “FIFTY TEN-POUND NOTES!! + </p> + <p> + “ONE HUNDRED FIVE-POUND NOTES!!!” —a prize for “the most + intelligent” article, explaining the cause, or causes, of “the present + distress and commercial crisis”. + </p> + <p> + Loveday read it smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Ah”, said he, “but who is to be the judge of 'the most intelligent' + article? Pearson must himself be of the highest intelligence to decide”. + </p> + <p> + “True”, said Hogarth. “But the man who offered that prize has indicated to + the nation the thing which it should be doing. If I was able to form an + Association to enter this competition—and why not? Stop—I will + go with you—” + </p> + <p> + So that evening they walked to Beccles, and took train for Yarmouth. + </p> + <p> + The candidate to speak was a Mr. Moses Max, a Liberal Jew; the chair to be + taken by Baruch Frankl; and in the midst of a row, the stately great men + entered upon the platform and occupied it, hisses like the escape of steam + mixing with “He's a jolly good fellow”. Midway down the pit sat Loveday, + and with him Hogarth, whose large stare ranged solemnly round and down + from galleries to floor. + </p> + <p> + Frankl sipped water, and rose, amid shouts of: “Circular!” + “Caps-and-tassels!” + </p> + <p> + He made a speech of which nothing was known, except the amiable bows, for + a continual noising filled the hall; and up rose Mr. Moses Max, a stout + fair Jew, whose fist struck with a regular, heavy emphasis. After ten + minutes, when he began to be heard, he was saying: + </p> + <p> + “...Sir Bennett Beaumont! Is <i>he</i> the sort of man you'd send to + represent you? (Cries of: “Yes!”) What is he?—ask yourselves the + question: a fossilized Tory, a man who's about as much idea of progress as + a mummy—people actually say he's <i>got</i> a collection of mummies + in his grand fashionable mansion at Aylesham, and it's only what we should + expect of him. (Cheers, and cries of: “Oh, oh!”) And what has he ever done + for East Norfolk? Gentlemen, you may say as you like about Jews—Jews + this, and Jews that—and every man has a right to his opinion in this + land of glorious Saxon liberty—but no one can deny that it's Jews + who know how to make the money. (Cheers and hisses.) They know how to make + it for themselves (hisses)—and, yes, they know how to make it for + the nation! (Loud triumph of cheers.) <i>That's</i> the point—<i>that</i> + touches the spot! (Cries of: “Oh, oh!”) Righteousness, it is said, + exalteth a nation: well, so do Jews—” + </p> + <p> + “That is false”, said a voice—Hogarth, who had stood up. + </p> + <p> + The words were the signal for a shower of cheers swept by gusts of hisses; + and immediately one region of the pit was seen to be a scrimmage of + fisticuffs, mixed with policemen, sticks, savage faces, and bent backs; + while the two galleries, craning to see, bellowed like Bashan. + </p> + <p> + Moses Max was leaning wildly, gesticulating, with shouts; while Loveday, + who had turned pale on Hogarth's rising, touched Hogarth's coat-tail, + whereupon Hogarth, stooping to his ear, shouted: “We will have some + fun...” + </p> + <p> + “The paid agents of Beaumont!” now shouted Moses Max; “sent to disturb our + meeting! Englishmen! will you submit to this? The nation shall hear—” + </p> + <p> + At that point Moses Max, in his gesticulation, happening to touch a switch + in the platform-rail, out glowered into darkness every light at that end + of the hall: at which thing the audience was thrown into a state of + boisterous lawlessness, a tumult reigning in the gloom like the constant + voice of Niagara, until suddenly the platform was again lit up, and the + uproar lulled. + </p> + <p> + And now again Moses Max was prone to speak, with lifted fist; but before + ever he could utter one single word, a voice was ringing through the + Assembly Rooms: + </p> + <p> + “<i>Where</i> was Moses when the light went out?” + </p> + <p> + This again was Hogarth; and it ended Moses Max for that night. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth had not sat since he had called out “That is false”: his tall + figure was recognized; and, with that electric spontaneity of crowds, he + was straightway the leader of the meeting, men darting from their seats + with waving hats, sticks, arms, and vociferous mouth, the chairman half + standing, with a shivering finger directed upon Hogarth, shrieking to the + police: but too late—Hogarth had brushed past Loveday's knees—was + dashing for the crowded platform-steps—was picking his way, + stumbling, darting up them. + </p> + <p> + Crumpled in his hand was a <i>Pearson's Weekly</i>. + </p> + <p> + Now he is to the front—near Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Friends! I have ventured to take the place of our friend, Moses, here—no + ill-will to him—for with respect to the question before us, whether + we elect Beaumont or Max, I care, I confess, little. I'm rather an + Anti-Jew myself (hissing and cheers), but it strikes me that the Jews are + the least of our trouble. To a man who said to me that the cause of all + our evil days is the inability of England to feed these few million Jews + I'd answer: “I don't know how you can be so silly!” Why, the whole human + race, friends, can find room on the Isle of Wight—the earth laughs + at the insignificant drawings upon her made by the small infantry called + Man. Then, why do we suffer, friends? We <i>do</i> suffer, I suppose? I + was once at Paris, and at a place called 'the Morgue' I saw exposed young + men with wounded temples, and girls with dead mouths twisted, and innocent + old women drowned; and there must be a biggish cry, you know, rising each + night from the universal earth, accusing some hoary fault in the way men + live together! What is the fault? If you ask <i>me</i>, I answer that I am + only a common smith: <i>I</i> don't know: but I know this about the fault, + that it is something simple, commonplace, yet deep-seated, or we should + all see it; but it is hidden from us by its very ordinariness, like the + sun which men seldom look at. It <i>must</i> be so. And shall we never + find the time to think of it? Or will never some grand man, mighty as a + garrison, owning eyes that know the glances of Truth, arise to see for us? + Friends! but, lacking him, what shall we do to be saved?—for truly + this 'civilization' of ours is a blood-washed civilization, friends, a + reddish Juggernaut, you know, whose wheels cease not: so we should be + prying into it, provided we be not now too hide-bound: for that's the + trouble—that our thoughts grow to revolve in stodgy grooves of + use-and-wont, and shun to soar beyond. Look at our Parliament—a + hurdy-gurdy turning out, age after age, a sing-song of pigmy regulations, + accompanied for grum kettledrum by a musketry of suicides, and for pibroch + by a European bleating of little children. We are still a million miles + from civilization! For what is a civilized society? It can only be one in + which the people are proud and happy! The people of Africa are happy, not + proud; not civilized; the people of England have a certain pride, not a + millionth part as superb as it might be, but are far from happy: far from + civilized. The fact is, Man has never begun to live, but still sleeps a + deep sleep. Well! let us do our best, we here! I have here a paper + offering a prize to the man of us who will go to the root of our troubles, + and my idea in usurping the place of our friend, Mr. Max, was to ask you + to form an association with me to enter that competition. There is no + reason why our association should not be large as the nation, nor why it + should not spread to France and Turkey. For the thing presses, and + to-morrow more of the slaughtered dead will be swarming in the mortuaries + of London. Will you, then? The understanding will be this: that each man + who writes his name in a note-book which will lie at Rose Cottage, Thring, + or who sends his name, will devote sixty minutes each day to the problem. + I happen to be in a position to use a chapel at Thring, and there I will + hold a meeting—” + </p> + <p> + At this point Frankl rose: Thring was <i>his</i>, his own, own, own; and + now his eyes had in them that catlike blaze which characterized his rages. + </p> + <p> + “Here, police! police!” he hissed low, “what's the use of police that + don't act!” And now he raised his voice to a scream: “Jews! Shew + yourselves! Don't let this man stay here...!” + </p> + <p> + About twenty Jews leapt at the challenge; at the same time Hogarth, seeing + two policemen running forward from the back, folded his arms, and cried + out: “Friends! I have not finished! Don't let me be removed...” + </p> + <p> + Whereupon practically every man in the pit was in motion, for or against + him, the galleries two oblongs of battle. + </p> + <p> + As up the two curving stairs stormed the mob, by a sudden rush like an + ocean-current he was borne off his feet toward the side, and was about to + bring down his sharp-pointed little knuckles, when his eye fell upon the + face of a lady who had fainted. + </p> + <p> + He had had no idea that she was there!—Rebekah Frankl. + </p> + <p> + She had quietly fainted, not at the rush—but before—during + Hogarth's speech. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth managed to fight his way to a door at the platform back with her, + entered a room where some chairs were, but, seeing a stair, could not let + her go from his embrace, but descended, passed along a passage and out + into a patch of green. + </p> + <p> + She, under the dark sky, whispered: “It is you”, her forehead on his + shoulder; and added: “My carriage, I think, is yonder”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth saw the carriage-lights at the field's edge, bore her thither, + laid her with care on the cushions, kissed her hand: and this act Frankl + saw—with incredulity of his own eyes. As he approached, Hogarth + walked away. + </p> + <p> + Frankl mastered his voice to say blandly in Spanish: “Well, how did you + get through, sweet child? Who was that man—? But stay: where are + those two fools?” + </p> + <p> + This meant the two familiars—the Arabs, Isaac and Mephibosheth, one + of whom had come as footman, the other as coachman—and, as he went + raging about the carriage, with stamps, his boot struck against a body. + There was enough light to reveal to his peering that it was Mephibosheth, + whom Isaac had stabbed, and fled... + </p> + <p> + Frankl lowered his ear—doubted whether he could detect a breathing; + and though scared, he being a Cohen, and the presence of death defilement, + yet he stayed, bending over Mephi several minutes, thinking, not of him, + but of Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “It is that fool, Isaac, has done it”, he thought; “and if the man be dead—” + What then? “<i>If</i> he be dead, I've got you, Mr. Hogarth, in the hollow + of this hand....” + </p> + <p> + His fingers passed over the body: there, sticking in the breast, was a + cangiar which Isaac, in his panic, had left, and Frankl's hand rested on + the handle; if he did not consciously press the knife home, very heavily + his hand rested on it, eyes blazing, beard shaking.... + </p> + <p> + Then he drew out the knife carefully, to hide it in the carriage, listened + again close, felt sure now that death was there, and now scuttled, as if + from plague, guiltily hissing: “Putrid dog...!” + </p> + <p> + Presently he led his carriage to the station, and made a deposition of the + murder. + </p> + <p> + Asked if he had any suspicion as to the culprit, he said: “Not the least: + I left the man alone with the carriage, and who could have had any motive + for killing him beats me.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. — THE ELM + </h2> + <p> + Hogarth, meantime, had made his way to the front of the room, then + vomiting its throng, discovered Loveday, and, deciding to walk home, they + were soon on the cliffs. + </p> + <p> + And suddenly Loveday: “To-morrow will conclude my fifth week in Westring. + What, do you suppose, has made me stay?” + </p> + <p> + “I have wondered”. + </p> + <p> + “I work better here...Hogarth, you inspirit me”. + </p> + <p> + “Is that so?” + </p> + <p> + “It is, yes. Merely your presence is for me a freshness and an enthusiasm: + I catch in the turn of your body hints of adventurous Columbuses, Drakes, + nimble Achilles; and sibylline meanings in some glance of yours infect my + fancy with images of Moses, blind old Homers—prophet, lawgiver, poet—” + </p> + <p> + They were passing along a stretch of sand, with some lights of Lowestoft + in sight, arm in arm; and Hogarth said: “Well, you speak some big words. + But my life, you understand, has been as simple and small as possible. I + will tell you: my father sent me to an extraordinary school—where he + got the coin I could never find out—Lancing College at Shoreham. + There I did very well—only that I was continually <i>getting</i> it! + What was the matter with me when a boy I can't understand: I was the + devil. One summer vacation (I was fourteen) I stole three pounds from the + old man, and ran away one Sunday night. Passed through London and soon was + apprentice in a blacksmith's shop in a Kent village called Bigham. But in + six months I had the forge at my fingers' ends, and was off: nothing could + hold me long. One day I turned up before the Recruiting Office of Marines + in Bristol—just of the right age for what they call 'second-class + boys'—and decided upon the sea—that sea there—which, + from the moment I saw it at the age of four, caused me a swelling of the + breast with which, to this day, it afflicts me. Well, I got the + birth-certificate of another boy, scraped through, was entered into a + District Ship, and finally sailed in the <i>St. Vincent</i> to the Pacific + Station. + </p> + <p> + “However, my trial of His Majesty's ships was not a success: twice I was + in irons, once leapt into mid-ocean; nor could the battleship hold me when + she had nothing to teach me; so I did to the King what I had done to the + old man—cut and ran. + </p> + <p> + “It was at Valparaiso, and I made my way across the continent to Buenos + Ayres. + </p> + <p> + “I forget now what took me to Bristol: but there I was one day when I + happened to see—what do you think?—a girl—sixteen—I + a stripling of nineteen, or so—but she most precocious, spoke like a + woman—a grating in a wall between us. Ah, well, God is good, and His + Mercy endureth for ever. But she said it could never be—she a + Jewess: though that, by the way, is nonsense, for she is a Jewess, and a + Parisienne, and a Hindoo, and a Negress, and a Japanese, and the man who + marries her will have a harem. My friend, I have seen her this very + night!” + </p> + <p> + He was silent. Suddenly he broke out: “I came home raving! The old man was + scared out of his wits by my frenzy—I drank like ten men—in a + month was the terror of Westring. One midnight, going home through the + beech-wood—I don't know if you have noticed a hollow elm-tree which + stands to the right of the path?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I have”, said Loveday. + </p> + <p> + “We shall pass near it presently; and at the moment when we approach it, I + shall feel a little thrill in my back: always it is so with me. But I was + saying: that midnight, as I passed the tree, drunk as I was, I saw a naked + black man with a long beard run out; I took to my heels; he was after me; + till I reached the bridge, when I stopped, faced him, fired a blow into + his eyes, and he vanished. + </p> + <p> + “During the week I continued to see apparitions. My groans were heard in + the farm-yard: Lord have mercy upon me! Christ have mercy upon me! I was + visited by the Methodist preacher at Thring; and finally I found solace: I + became a class-member, a leader, a local preacher. + </p> + <p> + “For some time I have been conscious of dissatisfaction among the people + with my preaching, who say that my God 'is not a personal God', and that + my Christianity is 'rum stuff': I am therefore meaning to give it up. But + I still preach every second Thursday night. + </p> + <p> + “It was about that time that, by accident, I found out the power of my + hand to cure headache, and things like that, and the sensation among these + villagers was enormous, I can tell you, six years ago; now they come to be + touched without the slighest sense of the unusual. But what I have done + well in was—the farming. I knew little of agriculture—” + </p> + <p> + At this point they turned into the lane to Westring: and Loveday went with + him a little beyond Priddlestone to see the fatal elm. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. — THE METEOR + </h2> + <p> + The next morning, after breakfast, Hogarth went down old Thring Street, + and spent a penny for a note-book to contain the signatures of his + association. + </p> + <p> + But this was no day for interest in that scheme: for under the projecting + first-floor of the paper-shop were newspaper placards bearing such words + as: + </p> + <p> + THE EARTH IN DANGER + </p> + <p> + SHALL WE PERISH TO-NIGHT? + </p> + <p> + and Hogarth was soon bending in the street over a paragraph, short—but + in <i>pica</i>. + </p> + <p> + M. Tissot, the astronomer, had, at half-past ten the previous night, + observed through the 40-inch telescope of the Nice observatory a body + which seemed a tiny planet or aerolite of abnormal size. It was sighted at + a point two degrees W. of <i>a</i> Librae at an angle of 43 1/2° with the + horizon, and had been photographed, its elements calculated, its spectrum + taken. The ascertained diameter was 3° 17”, or about 73 miles, and its + substance seemed to consist of ironstone mixed with diamond. + </p> + <p> + By noon a fresh light was thrown upon the little world, the Yerkes + observatory and Greenwich both uttering their voice, the Astronomer Royal + announcing that the so-called planet was merely a meteor—not more + than 400 yards in diameter, with a low velocity of two miles a second; and + its distance was less than a tenth of that estimated by Tissot. The Yerkes + observatory fixed the diameter at 230 yards. All, however, agreed in the + opinion that it must strike the earth between ten and twelve that night. + </p> + <p> + These later announcements so much allayed the panic, that by one o'clock + Hogarth, on peeping into the note-book on the box before the smithy, saw + six signatures; and a young man who came about six P.M. to sign, cried + out: “Hullo! the book is filled up!” on which Hogarth ran out, saying: + “Don't run away on that account, I'll run and get—” darting into the + house to ask Margaret where a certain account-book was. + </p> + <p> + “Didn't I throw it into the box of rubbish in the cellar at Lagden, when + we were leaving?” she asked; on which he threw off his apron, and was off + toward Lagden Dip to get it. + </p> + <p> + He had almost cleared the village when he was blocked by a crowd before a + cottage, from out of which were coming screams—a woman's; and he ran + in, found a man named Fred Bates beating his wife, planted a blow on his + chest. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the wife of Bates was found dead, greatly disfigured + about the face, whereupon Bates was arrested, and Hogarth, as we shall + see, was subpoenaed to give evidence of the beating. + </p> + <p> + In ten minutes he was at the old farm-house of the Hogarths. + </p> + <p> + The new tenant was a Mr. Bond, a bankrupt metal-broker, who had two + hobbies—farming and astronomy; and, as Hogarth approached the + yard-gate, he saw Mr. Bond, his two daughters, his servants, grouped round + an optic tube mounted on a tripod. He asked permission to get the + account-book, got it, in a few minutes was again passing through, and, as + he went by, bowing his thanks, Mr. Bond said: “But—have you seen the + asteroid?” + </p> + <p> + “No—whereabouts?” + </p> + <p> + “Not quite visible to the naked eye yet: but come—you shall see”. + </p> + <p> + He himself looked through, fixing the sight, turning the adjuster; then + with fussy suddenness: “Now, sir—” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth put an eager eye to the glass. + </p> + <p> + “You see her?” said Mr. Bond, rubbing his soft old palms; “straight for us + she comes—in a considerable hurry by this time, I can tell you! and + if she happens to break up in the air, then, pray, sir, that a splinter of + her may fall into your back yard—not too big a one! but a nice + little comfortable <i>piece</i>”—he rubbed his palms—“for you + know, no doubt, of what her substance is composed? Diamond, sir, in + extraordinary evidence! in conjunction with specular iron ore, commonly + called the red haematite, and the ferrous carbonate, or spathic iron. You + see her, sir? you see her?” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth whispered: “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + There, fairest among ten thousand, sailing the high seas she came; and + longer than was modest he stopped there, gazing, then ran, wondering at + her daisy loveliness, not dreaming that between himself and her was—a + relation. + </p> + <p> + She broke up with a European display soon after eleven that night over the + North Sea. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. — HOGARTH'S GUNS + </h2> + <p> + At the moment when Hogarth was peering through the telescope, a man was + loitering before his cottage—one of the Hall's park-keepers; and + when Margaret put out her head to look for Richard's coming, the man + whistled. + </p> + <p> + In a moment a note was in her hand. + </p> + <p> + “DEAR MISS HOGARTH, + </p> + <p> + “This is to ask you to be certain sure to meet me this evening at 9 P.M. + on the towpath. It isn't to-day that you are well aware of the state of my + feelings toward you: but it is not to talk sweethearting that I wish to + see you now, but about your brother, and the matter is about as important + as can be. If I were in your place, I should destroy this letter. + </p> + <p> + “Yours, with my respects, + </p> + <p> + “BARUCH FRANKL”. + </p> + <p> + Margaret tore it up, and “My goodness!” she thought, “what is anyone to + do? If I only had the money to make up those fifty pounds! May the Holy + Spirit guide me now...!” + </p> + <p> + Later in the evening she stole out, and met Frankl. + </p> + <p> + He assumed a very respectful tone. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Hogarth”, said he at once, “have you heard?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir”. + </p> + <p> + “You have not been told that your brother has been to the Hall?” + </p> + <p> + “What in patience for?” + </p> + <p> + “He came—you couldn't believe—to beat me!” + </p> + <p> + “Richard! I don't understand. When?” + </p> + <p> + “Yesterday”. (In reality it was four weeks before.) + </p> + <p> + “But what about?” + </p> + <p> + “Revenge! Blind, murderous revenge for turning him neck and crop out of + Lagden!” + </p> + <p> + “You <i>are</i> in a temper! But I can't understand a word of it!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is what I had to tell you. He came to my house—And how + good have I been to this man! Didn't I send him the fifty pounds—?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that <i>was</i> kind. But I must tell you, Mr. Frankl, that Richard + knows nothing of the fifty pounds—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then it is <i>your</i> fault! Oh, he did not know of the fifty + pounds? Then it is your fault entirely, this rage of his against me—He + threatened to shoot me dead—thrice he threatened—soon, he said—” + </p> + <p> + “Not Richard?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Richard!—your nice Richard! But what did I want you for + to-night? It was to let you see that I have it in my power to let your + brother in for three months hard—not less. But you know, my dear, + don't you, that I wouldn't do anything to give you pain? That is why, so + far, I've taken no steps. But your brother must be unarmed. I can't have + my life exposed, after his threats, and all”. + </p> + <p> + “Unarmed....” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I have it on good authority that your brother has guns. I must have + those guns put into my own hands by you...” + </p> + <p> + “But I couldn't! He would find out...” + </p> + <p> + “Then I must act, that's all. Or no—I give you another chance—tell + him of the fifty pounds I sent—that may disarm him in another way—” + </p> + <p> + He was sure that this she would not now do, yet felt relieved when she + cried out: “I couldn't! Not now! Can't you see?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, there is nothing to be done, then. I must act, that's all”. + </p> + <p> + “But don't be <i>hard</i>! What can I do? Sooner or later he'd be sure to + miss them!” + </p> + <p> + “Poh! he is not always shooting, I suppose? And after a few weeks I'd give + them back. Anyway, think it over: and I'll be here on Tuesday night next + at nine to receive them. Good night—” + </p> + <p> + She looked palely after him, her feet in a net, new to her, woven of + concealments and deceit. + </p> + <p> + At eleven that night she was sitting in their diminutive parlour,—Hogarth + at a table inscribing the association's names received by post that + evening; and at last, bending low over her sewing, she said: “Richard, is + it true you have been to the Hall?” + </p> + <p> + He started! “Yes. Who told you?” + </p> + <p> + “I heard it”. + </p> + <p> + He looked at her piercingly. “<i>Answer!</i>” + </p> + <p> + “I heard it”, she said with a stubborn nod, quite pallid. + </p> + <p> + He turned upon her a stare of displeasure; but in that second they heard a + shouting down the village, ran to the front, and saw heaven all like + cancer and cracked window-panes, for from a central plash of passion the + shattered asteroid had shot long-lingering ribbons of lilac light over the + bowl of the sky. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. — ISAAC + </h2> + <p> + On the Tuesday was the inquest on the murdered Mephibosheth; ending in a + verdict of wilful murder against some person unknown. + </p> + <p> + The same night at nine Frankl had Hogarth's two guns from Margaret on the + towing-path, she now well inveigled into his net, and under his commands. + </p> + <p> + “I want you”, he said, “to meet me-here again on Thursday night, at 7.30”. + </p> + <p> + “But you will tell one why, I suppose!” + </p> + <p> + “When you come you will hear. And don't let anything keep you away—not + <i>anything</i>, mind—if you take my hint”. + </p> + <p> + She left him with her head hung, praying for deliverance, but consenting. + </p> + <p> + The next (Wednesday) morning Frankl was in a high room of the Hall, in a + corner of which cowered the Arab, Isaac, and he said in his strong bass in + Arabic: “Well, Isaac, well”. + </p> + <p> + A groan broke from the obese heap of grief; down each side of his kefie + streamed waves of trembling; on his square-cut beard of ritual flecks of + foam. + </p> + <p> + “Isaac, why did you kill Mephibosheth?” + </p> + <p> + Vigorously sputtered Isaac, spitting out the ill-omened words. He said: + “Your servant did not kill Mephibosheth”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, there was an inquest to-day, the Court decided that you did, and + has sentenced you to be hanged by the neck like a dog”. + </p> + <p> + The Arab sprang up, his thick bluish under-lip shivering. + </p> + <p> + “An eye for an eye”, said Frankl solemnly: “it is written in the Torah”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mercy</i> My father served your father—” + </p> + <p> + “I have remembered that: that is why I have saved you from hanging like a + dog at the hands of these <i>Goyim</i> vermin: but, Isaac, you must die—” + </p> + <p> + “God of—!” + </p> + <p> + “You dare raise your voice! Blood for blood—” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mercy</i>!—I did not mean to kill—!” + </p> + <p> + “Blood for blood, you dog! Raise it, and I fell you! Raise it, and the + noose sinks into your fat swine's-throat! Can't you understand?—you + have been tracked by the avengers of blood! and you may swing lingeringly, + with a crowd of Christian boys and girls mocking round you, or you may + shoot yourself in one painless flash. Which shall it be?” + </p> + <p> + Isaac, again dropping a-heap, covered his face, without answer. + </p> + <p> + “Well”, said Frankl, walking away, “I can't wait all day. The detectives + are at this moment downstairs—” + </p> + <p> + Now the Arab leapt up, and, in a movement of great dignity, with an + out-rush of both arms, rent his caftan from the top to its muslin girdle. + </p> + <p> + “I will shoot myself”, he said quietly. + </p> + <p> + Frankl took snuff. + </p> + <p> + The same night he took his secretary's typewriter, and spelled out the + following note: + </p> + <p> + “SIR, + </p> + <p> + “Permit me to ask you as an old friend of your father's if you are aware + that your sister Margaret is the lover of the lord of the manor? Everybody + seems to see it, but yourself. I have reason to know that the very day you + receive this she will be meeting him at about 7.30 P.M. under the old elm + in the beech-wood near the Hall-park. + </p> + <p> + “ONE WHO SHALL BE NAMELESS”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth received it by post the next morning. + </p> + <p> + He had to think, as he worked, of something to say at the service that + night on the text: “God's way is in the Sea”, but the glare of forge and + heated metal swam vaguely, a fog of red, about his consciousness. And + mixed with those recurring words: “the old elm”, “God's way”, something + with a voice shouted inside him—a name—<i>Margaret!</i> Anon + his face flushed to a dusky turbulence, and he hurled the sledge high to + shatter the earth, like Thor. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he had the thought that he would clean his rifle, and, dropping a + hot iron which vanished with a stifled cry into black water, he tossed his + tongs clattering, and almost ran toward the cottage. + </p> + <p> + He had not, however, reached the back door when he heard his name called + from behind. + </p> + <p> + And now happened to him the most momentous event of his life—though + nothing could have seemed more commonplace. + </p> + <p> + It was an old fellow named Tom Bates who had called him—father to + that Fred arrested for the murder of his wife—a Yarmouth fisher and + herring-curer. + </p> + <p> + And when Hogarth twisted round, with that stare of his large and bloodshot + eye, “Here”, said the old man, “take them”—holding out a basket of + herrings. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth seemed not to understand, but then said: “All those for me?” + </p> + <p> + “Every bloomin' one!” answered Bates, with the dropped jaw of pantomime, + and a far-away look of blue astonishment which he had. + </p> + <p> + “It is extremely handsome of you. Can you spare all that—?” + </p> + <p> + “Spare, <i>ya'as!</i> They're easy enough come by, for that matter. Why, + the day's work of a fisherman gives him enough fish to live on all the + week, and he could lie around idling the other six days, if he chose, only + anybody can't live on nothing but fish “. + </p> + <p> + These words, destined to produce a horror of great darkness, and a cup of + trembling of which all the nations should drink, hardly affected Hogarth + at the time. He <i>did</i>, indeed, shoot an interested glance at the old + man, but the next moment his mind, numb that morning, was left dark. + </p> + <p> + “Here—take them—they are yours”, said Bates. “But with regard + to that God-forsaken son of mine: you'll be givin' evidence agen him, I'm + told—” + </p> + <p> + When his sleeve wiped a tear, Hogarth promised to make his evidence mild, + and was left alone. + </p> + <p> + Now his purpose of cleaning the rifle was turned: he went back to the + forge, and worked till Margaret, at one o'clock, called: “The dinner is on + the table”. + </p> + <p> + At that table, for a long time, silence reigned, Margaret's eyes fixed on + his face, his on his plate. + </p> + <p> + Toward the end he said: “Are you going to chapel to-night?” + </p> + <p> + Her bosom heaved; she cleared her throat: she had to meet Frankl by the + towing-path. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think I shall...” + </p> + <p> + <i>Margaret!</i> + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “I have something to do”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>What?</i>” + </p> + <p> + Silence. + </p> + <p> + “<i>What?</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Something”—with a stubborn nod, and pallor—“if I tell you <i>something</i> + that should be enough”. + </p> + <p> + “You will go to chapel to-night”. + </p> + <p> + “That I shan't”. + </p> + <p> + “Yes” + </p> + <p> + Silence. + </p> + <p> + A little before seven they left the cottage together for the chapel, + Hogarth taking his hunting-crop—from habit; he had also a little + Bible; in his jacket, tight at the slight waist, unbuttoned at the breast, + lay the anonymous letter, and a little poetry-book, neither moon nor star + lighting the night, bleak winds swooping like the typhoon among the year's + dead leaves. + </p> + <p> + The chapel was a paltry place, though in the wall to the right of the + preacher was a slab bearing the inscription: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ON THIS STONE + JOHN WESLEY PREACHED + IN THE VILLAGE, ON THE + 9TH JULY 1768 +</pre> + <p> + And they sang a hymn; Hogarth “prayed”; read a chapter; once more the + harmonium mourned; Hogarth gave the text: “God's way is in the sea...” + </p> + <p> + Even as he uttered it, he happened to glance toward the “mission-pew”—a + square pew rather behind the pulpit: Margaret no longer there. + </p> + <p> + A paleness as of very death—then a dreadful wrath reddened his dark + face. + </p> + <p> + He seized his hunting-crop; and, without a word, sped bent and thievish + down the steps—and was gone. + </p> + <p> + Upon which Loveday in a middle pew, perceiving here something sinister, + like a still wind flew to a back door, before ever the amazement of the + people had given place to a flutter like leafage; and running fast, he + came up with Hogarth by a stile twenty yards behind the chapel, touched + his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “To the devil with you...!” shouted Hogarth, running still, and there + Loveday stood. + </p> + <p> + Margaret, meantime, was hurrying toward the towing-path, while Richard, in + a direction at right angles to hers, was pelting toward that spot terrible + to him—the elm. + </p> + <p> + At the moment when he entered the deep darkness of the beeches, he heard + what sounded like a pistol-shot, rain now falling drop by drop, and + through the forest with an uplifting whoop, like batsmen, swooped the + tomboy winds. + </p> + <p> + Now, approaching the elm, again he felt that thrill which the spot had for + him, and came peering, at slower pace: no sound but the gibbering rout of + the stiff-stark beech-leaves. Some steps more, and now he was at the mound + which surrounds the tree: stood, listened: silence, sightlessness: + Margaret not there. + </p> + <p> + One more forward step: and now his foot struck a body. + </p> + <p> + As he stooped, his hand touched a revolver—which was his own; + another moment, and he saw running lanterns borne by two park-keepers, and + by their light saw the body of Isaac, who but now had shot himself with + the weapon that was in Hogarth's hand. + </p> + <p> + The park-keepers had just been urged by their master to the spot, he + having, he told them, heard a pistol-shot; and before anyone could speak + Frankl himself was there, defiled with the presence of the dead. + </p> + <p> + He looked from Hogarth to the corpse, and from the corpse to Hogarth, + then, snatching the weapon from Hogarth's hand, exclaimed: “Why, bless my + heart, you've <i>murdered</i> the man....” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI. — WROXHAM BROAD + </h2> + <p> + In a cottage in Thring Street, marked “E. Norfolk, E. 58, Constabulary”, + Hogarth passed the night, having been arrested the moment he returned home + from the elm. + </p> + <p> + A few minutes afterwards Margaret, who had found no Frankl at the + towing-path, came home to the ghastliest amazement throughout Thring, so + that sleep overcame the village only toward morning. + </p> + <p> + At 7.30 A.M. Hogarth was marched to Beccles, then after an inquest-verdict + appeared before the magistrates' court, and was committed. + </p> + <p> + One of the witnesses in the summary-jurisdiction court had been Loveday, + who had deposed that Hogarth, on leaving the chapel, was, beyond doubt, in + a passion; and mixed with the crowd was Margaret, who, standing thickly + veiled, heard that evidence. And thought she: “Is it possible that he can + be giving evidence against Richard like that? And smiling, the mean, false + thing—” + </p> + <p> + She had disappeared on the morning after the arrest: and Loveday was now + racked by disquiet, wondering how she was living, though she and he were + in the same train, unconscious of each other, when he followed Hogarth to + Norwich; and, as Margaret stepped upon the Thorpe platform there, a Jew, + who was watching the arrival of every train, spied and shadowed her to the + old Maid's Head, this intricate city being now crowded, the Assizes all in + the air, mixed with the Saturday cattle-market. + </p> + <p> + At ten the next morning Margaret learned at the Guildhall the address of + her brother's defending solicitor, and set out to find him, the + wretchedest woman on earth now. + </p> + <p> + But as she passed by the archway in the tower of St. Peter Mancroft, + Loveday stood before her; and she started like a shying horse. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning”—she went on past him. + </p> + <p> + He took two steps after her. “Are you in a hurry? Can I come with you?” + </p> + <p> + “It is quite near. Thank you—I'd liefer go alone”. + </p> + <p> + He, a delicate being, all nerves, was repelled; lifted the old cloth hat; + but then again stepped after her, saying: “But are you angry with me for + something?” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I be? I have no right to expect anything from you, Mr. + Loveday”. + </p> + <p> + “No right? You <i>have</i>, a little, I fancy!” + </p> + <p> + He said it at her ear with such a lowering of the eyelids, that it pierced + to her fond heart, and she smiled with a “H'm!” uncertain, half turned to + him; but said: “I must be getting on—” + </p> + <p> + “But it is most important that I should talk to you about everything. + Where are you staying?” + </p> + <p> + “It is some distance from here”, she answered, undecided whether or not to + give her address. + </p> + <p> + “Ah—in that case—but still—will you meet me? Say here—this + evening?” + </p> + <p> + “I will see if I can”. + </p> + <p> + “At seven?” + </p> + <p> + “I will see”. + </p> + <p> + So they parted, she to tread that intricacy of streets round the Market, + with stoppages for enquiries, till she found the office, where she + presently sat in an inner room, veil at nose-tip, and before her at a + grate stood Hogarth's solicitor. + </p> + <p> + What, till now, for shame, she had concealed, she revealed: showing how + Richard could not possibly have taken the revolver with him to the elm, + since she, two days previously, had secretly given it to—someone. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carr, the solicitor, frowned, elaborating his nails. + </p> + <p> + “This is very extraordinary”, he said. “Whyever did you keep us in the + dark as to all this before? And to whom was it that you gave the revolver? + and why?” + </p> + <p> + “Am I bound to tell that?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but you may be sure that the truth will be got from you. Stay—I + must ask you to excuse me now. But tomorrow morning at this hour—will + you? As for your brother, have no fears at all: he is now absolutely + safe”. + </p> + <p> + Margaret went rapidly away, not knowing whither, only returning toward + late afternoon to her inn. As she entered, a letter was handed her from + Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Dear Miss Hogarth: + </p> + <p> + “It is only due to you that I should see you at once to explain the + mystery of this affair, so as to clear your brother, and as it would not + do for me to call upon you for obvious reasons, the only thing for us to + do is to meet to-night on Mousehold Heath at 7 P.M. without fail...” + </p> + <p> + What now was she to do? At “7 P.M.” she had half promised Loveday to meet + him. + </p> + <p> + And what had her meetings with Baruch Frankl, innocent as they were, + brought upon her and hers! + </p> + <p> + Yet Frankl <i>must</i> be kindly intentioned, she reasoned—since he + had sent them the £50; and she thought of that agony of humiliation when + she had asked Loveday for £2, and he had refused. + </p> + <p> + And he had given evidence against Richard with his down-turned smile. + </p> + <p> + But he had said a word at her ear—and her crushed heart had leapt. + She did not know what to do, fell by her bedside and prayed to be taught + which of the two was Richard's best friend. + </p> + <p> + As she passed over the inn-threshold, she decided in favour of Frankl: and + a few minutes past seven was on Mousehold Heath. + </p> + <p> + Frankl hurried to meet her, and the hand which he held out was rather + cold; but she did not take it. + </p> + <p> + “No, Mr. Frankl”, said she, “before I give my hand, it is only what is due + to me to hear how Richard's pistol, which I trusted to you, was found + where it was—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is only fair”, answered Frankl; “that is only fair. But I have + a carriage there, let us get into it, and sit as we talk”. + </p> + <p> + She could see no carriage in that dark, yet it stood only some yards away—Frankl's + own. + </p> + <p> + “I think I prefer to stand...” said she. + </p> + <p> + “As you like. But with regard to the gun, I should have thought that you + could have guessed how it was—but no, you always mistrust me instead—the + Jew. Don't you know that the dead man was a servant in my house? Well, I + left the two guns in my study, and he, wanting to shoot himself, stole + one, that's all”. + </p> + <p> + “It was <i>he</i> shot himself?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, who else? You don't suppose Richard shot him! You are as cool as + they make them”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that was how it was! But couldn't you say that at the police-court—?” + </p> + <p> + “I am <i>going</i> to at the big trial, of course. But I was ill, am ill + now, and here have I been running about all day on your brother's behalf, + and dead tired—and ill, and all—and you won't let me have a + rest in the carriage—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, as you put it in that way...” she said. + </p> + <p> + So they walked to a motor-brougham, sat within, and as they commenced to + talk again, the brougham moved. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me”, said Frankl, “have you mentioned to anyone that you had given + the guns to me?” + </p> + <p> + “I told Richard's solicitor this morning—” + </p> + <p> + “That was horribly imprudent, without consulting me!” + </p> + <p> + “I think I have been silent long enough, don't you? I didn't mention your + name, but—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you didn't mention my name! That's all right, then! Look here, do you + know—?” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe you love me in your heart. Can't help yourself”. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Frankl, do I look as if I was in the mood for that kind of fun + to-night, a poor wretch like me, steeped in misery, my God knows”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>I</i> love <i>you</i>!” + </p> + <p> + He suddenly grasped her wrist, his eyes blazing. + </p> + <p> + “Stop—let me get out of this—” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Wait!—I give you your chance!—Listen: I am not a man whose + mind you can read right off like a book, I twist like an eel, I am deep, I + am tricky, and I never yet met the man that I didn't hoodwink. Ninety-nine + per cent of what I say is a lie; even when it is the truth, it is a lie just + the same. But at this particular moment I am talking the God's truth: I + want you! You shall be my little girl! Chuck Richard!—chuck the + swine's-flesh!—I'll take you right away—to Paris—this + very night—” + </p> + <p> + She had arisen, alarmed by his hissed fury. “But, you are stark, staring, + raving mad”, she said proudly, “that is what you are”. + </p> + <p> + Frankl struck the side of the brougham, it flew, and Margaret tottered + backward with an exclamation. The next moment she sent forth a scream, the + grip of Frankl on her wrist agonizing her bones. + </p> + <p> + “Where are we going?” she cried out. + </p> + <p> + “I gave you your chance!” was Frankl's fierce answer. + </p> + <p> + “Let me get out!—you must be a wretch—to take advantage—” + </p> + <p> + He put his mouth to her ear till it touched. “Your nice Richard flogged me + like a dog! I felt the cuts to the marrow of my damned soul! Now I've got + him in the hollow of this hand! Why, you helped me! you helped me! That's + good! And I've got you, too”. + </p> + <p> + Blackness and swiftness bound her; a dizziness overcame her. Soon they + were by a great pool of gloomy water—Wroxham Broad—where hern, + wild duck, and the mast of the darkling boat brooded among bulrush; and + now in three minutes more the brougham was sweeping over the lawn of a + lonely building, surrounded by walls. + </p> + <p> + She, peering, saw with joy both lights and a well-dressed man and woman; + and, as the carriage stopped, she sprang out with alacrity, Frankl with + her, still grasping her wrist. + </p> + <p> + “Sir”, she blurted out at once, “you will help me, I know. I am a poor + unfortunate woman—my name is Margaret Hogarth—” + </p> + <p> + “We know!” said the gentleman, and, approaching Frankl's ear, asked in + Yiddish: “How long has she had her delusion?” + </p> + <p> + “Only about a week, I think. She may be violent at first, but—” + </p> + <p> + “Come in, Miss—Hogarth”, said the gentleman. + </p> + <p> + Margaret passed the threshold; the doors closed upon her... + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII. — THE ROSE + </h2> + <p> + On the third morning of his confinement in Norwich, Hogarth was hurried + into the hall of justice and the witness-box—in the dock Fred Bates. + </p> + <p> + Bates had denied—with sufficient impudence, it seemed: for his wife + had been found dead, battered and burned about the face, Bates' own hand + also burned by the poker with which, <i>red-hot</i>, he was presumed to + have beaten her. + </p> + <p> + The same afternoon Bates was sentenced to death: but, having had sunstroke + in Egypt, was afterwards reprieved. + </p> + <p> + And two mornings later Hogarth heard the bar of the prisoner's dock clang + behind himself. + </p> + <p> + The speech of leading counsel for the Crown was short: a letter, found on + the prisoner, would be produced, in which some busybody had falsely + informed the prisoner that Mr. Frankl would meet his sister under a + certain elm-tree: and the prisoner, in a crisis of passion, had hurried + from the pulpit to that tree, on observing that his sister had left the + chapel (to keep a real appointment with Mr. Frankl elsewhere). Under that + tree the prisoner had encountered the murdered man, whose Oriental dress + on a dark night would give him a resemblance to Mr. Frankl, himself a Jew. + The prisoner had then shot the deceased, mistaking him for Mr. Frankl, and + had been found holding the smoking weapon, which he admitted to be his + own. It was a painful case; but the chain of inference was not assailable. + </p> + <p> + “Not assailable” found an echo in the minds of solicitor and counsel for + Hogarth, who with growing anxiety were awaiting the coming of Margaret + with her story of the weapons. Margaret was where her name was changed to + Rachel. + </p> + <p> + Now was the régime of examining counsel for the prosecution. The usher + called: “Baruch Frankl!” + </p> + <p> + A voice in the gallery shouted: “Caps and tassels!” while Frankl, in the + witness box, bowed largely to both bench and bar. He put his palms on the + red-hot rail, caught them up, put them again, caught up, put them; and + still he bowed, while a trembling of the chin gave to his beard a downward + waving. + </p> + <p> + “Now explain to the court the reasons for the state of the prisoner's + feelings toward you”. + </p> + <p> + “For one thing I had turned him out, because he could not pay his rent; + for another, his sister was inclined, my lord, to be a little bit weak on + my account—” + </p> + <p> + “A little bit <i>what</i>?” asked his lordship. + </p> + <p> + “Just a little bit weak, my lord”. + </p> + <p> + “A <i>reciprocal</i> weakness?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my lord, you know the world—so do the gentlemen of the jury—” + </p> + <p> + “And of the Jewry!” screamed his lordship, amid laughter from the merry + wigs. + </p> + <p> + As Frankl stepped down, a name was called at which Hogarth went cold as a + ghost: “Rebekah Frankl”. + </p> + <p> + And in she stepped splendent, to stand like a Nubian woman, with that + retreat of the hips, her ears torn with their load of gold, her throat and + breast ablaze, she bringing into that English court the gaudy heat of the + Orient, Baal and Astarté, orgies of Hindoo women in temples of Parvati, + the pallid passion of Bacchantes. Though not tall, she was lofty, and her + ebon eyes had that very royalty of the stare of the bent form in the dock, + whose heart throbbed quick like paddle-wheels that thrash the sea, she his + wild divinity, wild wife of his wild youth.... + </p> + <p> + At her shocking beauty the Court stood hushed. + </p> + <p> + She suggested the East: but in her speech was the energy of the West—sharp—a + bass almost like her father's. + </p> + <p> + “You recognize the prisoner?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”. She smiled. + </p> + <p> + “You were present on the day of the 11th November when the prisoner + entered your father's house, and attempted to strike him?” + </p> + <p> + “Did strike him”. + </p> + <p> + “He did?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + “Did he seem in a passion?” + </p> + <p> + “Seemed severe”. + </p> + <p> + “Severe! But was he not highly excited?” + </p> + <p> + “He did not seem so. Frowned and flogged”. + </p> + <p> + “By whom was he ejected?” + </p> + <p> + “Went of his own accord”. + </p> + <p> + “But—try to remember. What made him go?” + </p> + <p> + “He suddenly saw <i>me</i>, and fled”. + </p> + <p> + Laughter droned through the court, in which she naïvely joined, while + Hogarth's eyes and hers met one instant, blazed outrageously, and + dropped.... + </p> + <p> + That was all. Counsel bowed. + </p> + <p> + The day grew toward evening, and still the stuffy Court sat. + </p> + <p> + But Margaret Hogarth did not come; a defending counsel finished + examination, counsel on the other side again addressed the Court, and + again defending counsel. The judge then held the scales, the jury trooped + away, the crowd buzzed. + </p> + <p> + The light in the room seemed to brood to a denser yellow, and anon to grow + dim; the stuffed court festered; voices spoke, but low. The King of + Terrors was here. + </p> + <p> + When the jury came, the judge was called, Hogarth stood up, and the clerk + of arraigns put a question to the foreman. + </p> + <p> + The foreman said: “We find the prisoner guilty: but beg to recommend him + to the mercy of the Crown”. + </p> + <p> + “On what grounds?” asked his lordship. + </p> + <p> + “On the grounds of past good conduct and strong provocation”. + </p> + <p> + The judge then placed on his head a square of velvet and passed the + sentence of the Court. + </p> + <p> + During the reign of stillness that followed, while the court clock's + ticking was still loud, something which was thrown struck Hogarth on the + arm, a red rose, black at heart, that had lain on the breast of Rebekah, + who, when Hogarth looked round at her, was calmly drawing her mass of + cloak about her throat. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIII. — OUT OF THE WORLD + </h2> + <p> + A week later a governor and a chaplain together entered Hogarth's cell + with news of his reprieve. + </p> + <p> + Eight months later he was being trundled in “Black Maria” to Paddington + Station amid a Babel of escaped tongues, when, sitting in his pigeonhole, + he heard the unknown voice before him cry: “Well, Jim, we're away to the + mountain's brow!” + </p> + <p> + Jim, nothing but a voice, was heard: “Worse luck! I knows Colmoor, and I + knows the Scrubs, and I knows Portland; and of the five I say—give + me Jedwood. Who's the guy in front o' you?” + </p> + <p> + “Hi, you in front there, who <i>are</i> yer?” cried the first, pounding. + </p> + <p> + He was answered by a deep voice, which said: + </p> + <p> + “I AM WHO I AM”. + </p> + <p> + “All right, keep yer 'air on, if you've any left! It's the Lawd Chief + Justice, mate! 'E says 'e's 'oo 'e are!” + </p> + <p> + “'Old on! <i>I</i> knows who it is: it's that new-comer, 33. They say he + was once a priest—” + </p> + <p> + But now speech was swallowed up in hubbub, as the van ran battering down a + rough street near the station. + </p> + <p> + Then again Hogarth was whirled into night and space, and, toward morning, + after the bumping climb of a van, was bidden to alight on moorland, where + he spied, far off, set on a hill, a mighty palace of Romance, all grim, + aloof, which was Colmoor. + </p> + <p> + The next morning while the outdoor gangs were being searched on parade + before the exit, Hogarth saw a face which he knew; and “You, Bates”, he + said, “I thought you were in Eternity!” + </p> + <p> + But no: there stood Bates, all capped and arrowed, cropped and neat, not + wearing the filthy old scarf of liberty any more. + </p> + <p> + The neighbor of Hogarth now was a stout man, with black hair, and grey + eyes. + </p> + <p> + He it was who had been—a priest: and in “Black Maria” had given that + answer: “I am who I am”. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIV. — THE PRIEST + </h2> + <p> + A year passed, during which John Loveday exhausted the resources of + civilization, (1)in seeking Margaret, and (2)in investigating the + innocence of Richard. + </p> + <p> + He had, however, a sprightly, adventurous nerve in the mind, and would + pull his velvet sleeves busily up—such was his little way. He began + to plot. + </p> + <p> + About the same time the ex-priest, in that far-off world of Colmoor, said + one day to Hogarth: “<i>You</i> won't be here long!” + </p> + <p> + “You jest,” Hogarth answered; “if I had the chance of escape, I should + never take it. I am here by due legal process”. + </p> + <p> + “Tut, if I say that you will escape, it is not because I am a prophet, but + a man of the world, and know what happens in it”. + </p> + <p> + Converse with this deep, world-wise, and fluent man had now become to + Hogarth like manna, or rather a vice, like opium: for in those grey eyes + of the cleric was hinted anon the baleful glint of the cobra's. + </p> + <p> + That day, a Saturday, outdoor gangs were recalled early, to “clean up” for + Sunday, and out across the heath rang the great bell, Colmoor being famous + for its bell, its tone and great size, larger than even the eight-ton + “Mighty Tom” of Christ Church, for though its thickness was only six + inches, it weighed, bell and clapper, ten tons, and was seven feet high + and seven in diameter. + </p> + <p> + A busy Saturday afternoon ensued, and whatsoever Hogarth's hand found to + do he did it with his might, though his face now seemed all eyes—brown, + bloodshot, imperially large, morbidly staring. + </p> + <p> + He was giving the finishing touches of order to his wooden spoon and + salt-cellar, his tin knife, plate, and pint cup for gruel, when a Warder + Jennings peeped in with, “No. 76—you are to follow the assistant + warder at once”, and Hogarth descended to an ante-room where an official + handed him a letter, which had been read and initialed by governor and + chaplain. + </p> + <p> + An event!—a letter in Colmoor, like a shark's fin on the voyages of + old sailing ships. + </p> + <p> + It was from Loveday, and concluded with a reference to Hogarth's “poor old + grandmother”. + </p> + <p> + So Hogarth, who had no “grandmother”, propped his forehead to ponder that + thing; and presently said: “Oh, it is a cypher”. + </p> + <p> + And by noting little peculiarities in the shapes of the letters, a double + cross to a t, a q like a g, etc., he soon had “flemecops-leftquary”—which + he took to mean: “flee to me in the copse to the left of the quarry”. + </p> + <p> + He smiled with tenderness at the dear heart planning and daring so very + much for him. But in his smile was a touch of disdain also, he not + intending to “flee”. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XV. — MONSIGNOR + </h2> + <p> + Hogarth's first thought, as getting-up bell clattered réveille through the + gallery, was of Loveday's cypher, and by the time the warder came to ask + if he would see governor or doctor, a thought of Monsignor O'Hara had + somehow mixed itself with the thought of the cypher; when an orderly + handed in the day's brown loaf, he was thinking, “Strange that he never + told me what he has done”; eating his pint of gruel, he thought: “If I + will not escape myself, I might perhaps let another.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said O'Hara on the march out, “you still here?” + </p> + <p> + “Where should I be?” answered Hogarth, dull and sullen. + </p> + <p> + “Where palaces stand open for you, and bank-notes—have you ever + realized something very charming in the Helen pallor of a bank-note, + Hogarth? And gold-yellow, sparkling gold! Hogarth, I—<i>love</i> + gold! It is a confession—” + </p> + <p> + “Is it that love which brought you here?” Hogarth asked with his sideward + stare. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon the priest turned a cold gaze upon him—had regarded + Hogarth as a well-bred man, or would hardly have conversed with him. + </p> + <p> + “I had a motive for asking”, said Hogarth, eyeing the face of the prelate—a + man of very coarse feature; a small head, made to receive the tonsure, + with a low brow; a stern bottom lip, and long upper; a fat neck held + majestically erect; and up stuck his double chin. In profile, the part + between the sharp edge of the bottom lip and the chin-tip was divided, + down near the chin tip, by an angle and crease; and the lower face seemed + too massive for the size of the head. + </p> + <p> + Nothing could be more exquisite than the contrast between his air of + force, authority and importance, and the knickerbockers, the coarse cap, + the canvas slop-jacket, which he wore. + </p> + <p> + Outwardly calm, he was yet very excited by that “I had a motive”; he said + to himself: “Suppose this man has some plan! He could invent ten, if he + only knew it. And suppose he would tell me it, if I make him believe me + innocent! It would be like him!” + </p> + <p> + When the eleven o'clock dinner-bell rang, and they two were again + together, O'Hara said: “Hogarth, I have for some time been intending to + give you my story. Have I in your eyes the air of a guilty man?” + </p> + <p> + “God knows,” answered Hogarth, with a shrug; “you talk nicely, and you + know much”. + </p> + <p> + “So much for the hollowness of friendship!” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be sentimental”, said Hogarth: “I never pretended to be any friend + of yours; but I do respect your talents, do pity your misery: and if I + knew the solid facts of, as you have said, your 'innocence', I might—” + </p> + <p> + “<i>What</i>?” whispered O'Hara with a thievish, fierce glance. + </p> + <p> + “Help you”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>In God's truth?</i>” + </p> + <p> + “I might”. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara said: “I don't find it so cold as it was this morning. You must + have observed a certain peculiarity of moorland climates—the same + being true of the Roman Campagna, and of Irish peat-lands—that they + are colder than elsewhere in the absence of the sun, and warmer in its + presence. This afternoon—<i>I will tell you</i>—” + </p> + <p> + They had reached the great gates, and were marched to parade-ground for + the second of the four daily searches; then, after three ounces of fat + mutton and forty minutes' rest, the third search, the second march-out. + </p> + <p> + And immediately beyond the gates O'Hara began: “In order to paint you my + life, Hogarth, I must give you at once to understand what has been its + mainspring and secret: my passion for my Church—” + </p> + <p> + He paused, while his lips moved in prayer, and he crossed himself. + </p> + <p> + “From boyhood my dream was to see my Church supreme in the warfare of the + world, I being a King's College and Maynooth man, at twenty-three was + Senior Chancellor's Medallist, and seven years later, sent to Rome was + quickly received into the Vatican household. It was recognized that I had + a future: both gifts and graces; piety; a versatile tongue; a powerful + voice; some learning; could dine, I could look august; above all, I knew + my man and could talk him over. My great day came when, one morning, in + St. Gregory the Great on Mount Coelius, I was consecrated Bishop Coadjutor + to his Eminence the Archbishop of Westminster. Now I was on the heights. + My life during the next ten years was a life of bustling action—and + was led always with one unselfish object. No man ever spoke a greater + number of words than I, Hogarth. I have breakfasted with the Prime + Minister, lunched with a President of the Conference, and dined with the + Bishop of London: between the three meals I have written a hundred letters + and pitched into ten cabs. Such a life is very exhilarating, in + comparison, for example, with quarrying. Oh, my God what am I fallen! Most + of that time I was running over Europe: from Madrid to Vienna, from Rouen + to Rome. It happened that the Archbishop of Paris was organizing a scheme + of Church-workhouses in France, in the absence of municipal ones, such as + we have here.... Well, it was a grand thing, but was falling through for + lack of funds: so I, on my way to Rome, undertook the mission to plead the + cause before his Holiness, and succeeded to this extent that, on my + return, I had with me a casket from the good old man containing seven + diamonds, which I might either dispose of personally, or hand over to the + Paris fund. Now, it was during my stay at Rome that that series of events, + culminating in the Jewish exodus from Europe, occurred; and on my journey + home I was seized with the mighty thought that, since many of the Jews + were perishing of want, <i>that</i> was the moment to reach their spirit + through the body, and add their race to the trophies of the Church. Was it + not a thought? You yourself, who are a Jew—” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth's eyes opened in surprise.“<i>I</i> am not a Jew “. + </p> + <p> + “No? I should have said that there was a hint of expression somewhere—But + to resume. I retained those seven diamonds, and disposed of them”. + </p> + <p> + “Honest behaviour!” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly honest! I acquainted the Pope—he sanctioned it! And now, + I, single-handed almost, threw myself into that task. I hired, I built, I + begged, I borrowed, I formed committees, I haunted Religious Houses, I + sweated, I ran, I wept, I visited dens, I smoked opium, I drank gin, I + framed memorials, I learned Yiddish, I read the Mishna and Gemara, I + interviewed Rabbonim, I wrote tracts: I was busy. In the midst of it, I + had to visit Rome ceremoniously, to assist at an interview between the + Duke of York and his Holiness—arrived on the Monday, and on the + Wednesday, I remember, attended a Court Ball in the suite of his Royal + Highness. That night, when I returned to the Vatican, I found all the + Piazza di San Pietro crowded. I do not know if you were free at the time + when my friend, M. Tissot, startled everybody by predicting the collision + of an asteroid with the earth? Tut, the silly being—he should have + known from the body's response to the spectroscope that its condition was + too friable to resist our atmosphere. But I never yet knew an astronomer + not imbued with sensationalism they acquire a certain megalomania from + their intercourse with space. But, at all events, the people, dreading the + destruction of everything, had crowded toward the Vatican. The Duke of + Genoa, I, and some of the College of Cardinals, stood watching from a + balcony; and very imposing, I remember, was the moment when a glare + appeared—I must stop—” + </p> + <p> + They were at the face of the rock, and the “halt” and “set to work” parted + them. + </p> + <p> + But again on the final march back at 5.15 when nightshades were falling + fast like snow, and the arm now felt the pick a load, O'Hara began his + muttering: + </p> + <p> + “I was telling you about the asteroid”, he said. “Now this body, it was + given out, contained diamonds in large evidence, and the mere thought of + such a thing bursting in mid-air, and scattering itself about was, I—I + confess, a little fascinating to my mind. A man might let his soul gloat + upon such a hope till he went lunatic with lust! I—I confess, the + thought was alluring to me. Diamond, my son: lucid—But when the body + burst, and none of it came my way, I drove it from my mind: in fact, I + never heard of a trace of it having been seen—hissed itself into + gases in mid-air. Except in one instance—one instance. + </p> + <p> + “When I reached Calais on my homeward way, stopped there a day, awaiting + the coming of Rouen, for whom I had nuncio communications, and in the + evening went to visit a cottage where I had once been a great favourite + with an old fellow called Santé-you know those Calais fishers, with + painted sabots, and ochred trousers. And 'What!' said I to Santé, 'the + nets already spread at this hour?' 'Nothing to be done to-day, my Father', + he answered, and explained that he had attempted to pick up a stone before + his door, and—it had burned him: he showed it me: it had the + appearance of a piece of ferruginous rock, stuck with pieces of dirty + glass; and it had burned Santé on the midnight of the asteroid's + scattering. + </p> + <p> + “Imagine my excitement: 'The asteroid', I thought, 'may add fifty thousand + Jews to the Church'. I asked Santé for the stone—Do you blame me?” + </p> + <p> + “Go on,” said Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “That day two months I had the diamonds lying polished in a casket in my + house. My evil destiny, Hogarth, ordained that the casket was the one + given me for Paris by the Pope, the number of the new diamonds the same—seven: + and one day, about that time, the Vatican organ, the <i>Osservatore Romano</i>, + published a dreadful article, hinting that I had applied to my own + purposes seven diamonds entrusted me for Paris: the Pope, just dead, must + have left some record of his gift. My friend, before I had heard a whisper + of the attack upon me, the casket, whose lid was mosaicked with the Papal + fanon, was secretly searched by a secretary in my house: the seven + diamonds were seen. + </p> + <p> + “Imagine the horror of what followed: I was abandoned by all—superior + and inferior; the story of the meteor was received with sneers. The + scandal reached the public papers—the public prosecutor. And here + now is the wretch, Patrick O'Hara.” + </p> + <p> + The latter part of this narrative was fiction! The Pope's diamonds O'Hara + had duly handed to the Archbishop! and though there was such a man as + Santé, no asteroid had ever fallen at his door. In fact, O'Hara was + “serving time” for an assault upon a lady in a railway compartment between + Whitchurch and Salisbury. + </p> + <p> + But Hogarth spent that night in meditating the pros and cons as to + O'Hara's escaping; and, in a moment of destiny, said at last: “If he is + undeservedly doomed—” and swooned to sleep. + </p> + <p> + The very next day was foggy.... + </p> + <p> + On the march out O'Hara said: “Here is something like a fog. On the + Carinthian Alps, where you have dense woolly fogs, there is a race of + goats, which—” + </p> + <p> + “Would you like to escape?” whispered Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Who?</i>” + </p> + <p> + “You”. + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth—! My God—!” + </p> + <p> + A trembling seized the priest's leathery left cheek, he at that instant + seeing a vision of the world—Andalusian wines, hued ices, the + opera-house, and great greyhounds of the sea, and a snuff which his gross + nose loved at Gorey. + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth, you are not mocking me?” chattered the priest's jaws, hurrying + like a jarred spring. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite serious. You will have to run for it though”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Run!</i> I am not such a young man! Have pity Hogarth”. + </p> + <p> + “Bah! Be a man”. + </p> + <p> + The priest approached his mouth to Hogarth's ear: “<i>I should die of + fright!</i> My heart—” + </p> + <p> + “What would it matter? I thought you had more beans”. + </p> + <p> + “But have you—a plan?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. You must run to the copse—” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be shot!” + </p> + <p> + “Probably”. + </p> + <p> + “I <i>could</i> not—” + </p> + <p> + “Then, do not”. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me, boy! Tell me, Hogarth...” + </p> + <p> + “Within the copse to the left of the quarry there is almost certainly at + this moment waiting a man who, as soon as you pronounce my name, will help + you—” + </p> + <p> + “You say <i>almost</i> certainly”. + </p> + <p> + “I can't see him, O'Hara. But I should say he is there on a morning like + this”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>What</i> a risk! <i>What</i> a risk!” went the priest with lifted + eyelids each time. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot escape from prison without risk. But I, personally, would + venture upon ten times as much, if I thought it becoming. There is, + however, another risk: that you may not strike the part of the copse where + he is. But near the 1 middle it is high—” + </p> + <p> + “Why, it is nothing but risks!” whined O'Hara with opening arms. + </p> + <p> + “You are not bound to try it. By the way—can you swim?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—I suppose so—yes”. + </p> + <p> + “Then lift yourself to it, and risk it. I should, if I were you. Think of + liberty, activity. Prick your spirit, grip at it, and spring it”. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I shall be shot?” + </p> + <p> + “No! It does not matter! Crush your doubts, martyr yourself to your aim, + and your aim will give you the crown of martyrdom”. + </p> + <p> + “Well—God reward you—I will think of it—” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Do</i> it!” + </p> + <p> + “I will!” + </p> + <p> + “In that case, don't trust to your own eyes—<i>I</i> will give you + the signal with my handkerchief—so: you keep your eyes fixed on me. + Then run, zigzagging. And tell Loveday for me to look after you, and not + make any more plans for me. Good-bye, O'Hara! All this is very unselfish + of me, for I lose my old talky-talky O'Hara—” + </p> + <p> + They parted at the rock, and set to work. + </p> + <p> + As minutes, half-hours passed, the condition of O'Hara became piteous, + hideous. His knees knocked together. Like death he dreaded, like life + awaited, that signal. He said to himself: “This Hogarth will be my + ruin...God deal not with me after my sins...!” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth was waiting that the warders' morning watchfulness might yield to + the influence of use and time; but near nine, when the morning fog showed + signs of thinning, he approached the water-can to ask for a drink, O'Hara + being then two yards from him, wheeling a barrow. + </p> + <p> + As he stooped to the water, his huge stare ranged the moor, took in the + truth of it, and, after waiting ten, fifteen seconds, he upset the can. As + two officers, at the outcry, ran toward the spot, Hogarth, his eyes fixed + upon them, waited—and all at once, with a flourish, drew his + handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara, with a heavy but impassioned run, was away... + </p> + <p> + He had not run five yards when a chorus of whistles was shrilling. + </p> + <p> + And quick, that monotony reels into a very frenzy of sensation: it is no + more the same world, the same men. Lo, in the Palace of Continuity is an + Event. + </p> + <p> + 33 was off. + </p> + <p> + Five hundred pairs of eyes lit up, and the flurried warders ran in random + dismay to see to it! How if all the five hundred should do the like, + simultaneously?—a possibility underlying, through all its breadth, + the little social “system” which has produced Colmoor. + </p> + <p> + But the five hundred, exhorted, stamped at, shouted at, remained quiet, + though restive, only the wild eye showing the wild thought, while two of + the warders pursued O'Hara who had also to run the blockade of two pickets + of the civil guard. + </p> + <p> + The escaping convict, however, has this advantage: that his mind is strung + to a far higher pitch than his pursuers'; and, given a certain ecstasy, + everything can be accomplished. + </p> + <p> + So O'Hara separately dodged the two pickets, and was making bolt for the + copse before three rifles, aimed at a large vague ghost, rang out, and did + not hit. He plunged madly into the brambly bush. + </p> + <p> + Immediately a bleating like a child's trumpet was heard from its midst; + and in a few seconds, not one, but <i>four</i>, men were seen to rush + toward the river, all in convict knickerbockers, stockings, caps, all in + black overcoats: and one carried a bundle. + </p> + <p> + Beyond the river one was shot in the leg—a black sailor, who, with + two roughs, had undertaken the risk for lucre. The rest escaped. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVI. — THE ROPE + </h2> + <p> + Soon after this Hogarth was taken with vomitings, his heart retching at + Colmoor. His dark cheeks jaundiced; those mobile nostrils of his small + bony nose yawned, like an exhausted horse's; his face was all a light of + eyes. + </p> + <p> + Whether or not some suspicion of his complicity with O'Hara had occurred + to the authorities, he now found himself transferred to another “graft”: + from quarrying was set to trenching. + </p> + <p> + Four things are inexhaustible in the earth: the hope of a gambler; the + sea; the lip of a lover; and the capacity of Colmoor to be trenched and + quarried. + </p> + <p> + And in Hogarth's new gang was—Fred Bates. + </p> + <p> + One day, Hogarth, intent upon his work, heard a sob and, glancing, saw + that Bates had dropped his spade and buried his face in his hands. + </p> + <p> + “What, Fred, not giving in?” He went quickly and pressed his palm on + Bates' brow, saying: “Patience! Stiffen your back: look how <i>I</i> slip + into it!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Hogarth, you don't know. I am an innocent man”. + </p> + <p> + “So am I.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but <i>I</i> was certain in my own mind to be out within anyway, six + months; <i>you</i> wasn't. That makes a difference, don't it? That touches + the nerve, don't it? Ah!” + </p> + <p> + “And how did you expect to be out?” + </p> + <p> + “I had a brother-Bob-in the 9th Lancers in Punjab and his regiment was + ordered home just a week before I was arrested. Well, the morning after + the missus was killed, I went early—for I knew I'd soon be arrested—to + a stableman at Beccles—you know old Harris—and I made him + swear to give a letter to Bob the moment Bob put foot in Southampton, and + to nobody else. In the letter I told Bob where he was to look for + so-and-so, and how he was to prove my innocence—” + </p> + <p> + “But I don't understand a word of what you are saying”, interrupted + Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you. I did not kill my Kit. The burn on her face, and on my + hand, wasn't any red-hot poker. Did you ever hear such bosh? Look here, + you mind, don't you, the talk that week about the world getting blowed up + by some comet? Well, about 3 P.M. on the comet day, as I was walking home + through Lagden Dip, an old gent, the same as took the farm over after you, + he comes up to me, and he says: 'If you should happen to see anywhere in + your travels', sez 'e, laughin' and rubbin' his hands, 'a piece of hot + iron after eleven to-night, you bring it to me, and I'll put a cheque for + One Thousand Pounds there in the middle of your palm'. Well—I said + it was a Wednesday, didn't I? And Wednesday bein' the pay-day on the + Eastern, me and the missus had a drop o' beer that afternoon, and you know + 'ow you come and catched me a-paying of her—dirty dog that I was + those days. But, Hogarth, you hadn't hardly gone when we made it up + between us, and the rest of that evening we was just like—well—two + bloomin', cooin' doves! kissin', blubblin', havin' drinks, and doin' our + week's shoppin' together. Well—stop, here's Black—” + </p> + <p> + They were interrupted, and for two days found no other chance. + </p> + <p> + Two days during which Hogarth received another letter from Loveday, of + which one paragraph was as follows: “The fifteen pounds which you left in + Lloyd's Bank I have managed to withdraw for you on the authority of your + aunt, Miss Sarah Hogarth”, and at once he scented a cypher, having no + fifteen pounds, and no aunt. + </p> + <p> + When he had unravelled it as before, he had: “Why you failed? Expect—Balloon—Rope”. + </p> + <p> + He was astounded: and could only conclude that O'Hara had not delivered + his message. + </p> + <p> + And as the image of O'Hara had mixed itself with his thoughts of the + copse, so now the image of Fred Bates mixed itself with the balloon. + </p> + <p> + It was partly through <i>his</i> evidence that Bates was here...! + </p> + <p> + On the third day Bates, as though he had just left off, resumed his story: + </p> + <p> + “You know Seely's, the general shop, at Priddlestone”, said he; “it was + there we always did our Wednesday-night marketin'—nobody would + believe what high old jinks those Wednesday pay-days was to us Great + Eastern blokes! By the time we reached Priddlestone, we had a quart of + four-ale down us, let alone what we'd had before, and, as the saying is, + one glass leads to another. By now we was feeling just nicely, thank you, + and instead of going to Seely's, we took a short cut to 'The Broom', and + it was going on for past eleven when we found ourselves in—you know + the beechwood between Priddlestone and Thring—she singing all the + time with her head thrown back, at the top of her voice. + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth, it gives me the creeps to think of! Suddenly it looked as if the + whole wood was lit up: there was the sky all cut up with streamers, I saw + my Kit quite plain, then all at once there was a whishin' and a rushin' + among the trees, like steam—and I saw my Kit drop smack. In two + ticks my head was sober: but, as I ran to her, I staggered sideways upon + my left hand, and I let such a <i>yell</i> out of me—had put my hand + upon something flamin' hot. + </p> + <p> + “The minute I bent over my old woman I knew she was a deader; and I + dropped down, and I called of her, and I shook of her, and it was quite + two hours before I come to myself properly, by which time the affair what + struck her down was gone out in darkness. Of course, the first thing I + thought of was the old gent at Lagden. 'This should mean a cool thou', + says I to myself. But I knew I should be arrested first thing in the + morning, except I told plain out what had happened: and that, you bet, I + didn't mean to do, for if once I mentioned that there piece of iron before + I had it safe off the lord-o'-the-manor's land, I knew it 'ud be taken + from me. But to take it off before another day or two was out of the + question—it was too hot. So says I to myself: 'I'll <i>get</i> + convicted; and to-night I'll write a letter to Bob, telling him where to + find the affair, how to get the thou, and <i>after</i> he's got it, how to + set about gettin' the case retried '. + </p> + <p> + “Well, so said, so done. You know that old elm in the beech-wood? I dug a + grave at the foot of it, and managed to kick and roll the affair into the + grave, then I took up my Kit, carried her home, and by the time I pegged + out the letter to Bob, I saw day breakin'. So I made paces for Beccles, + knocked up old Harris, and gave him the letter for Bob. By eight o'clock I + was arrested—” + </p> + <p> + At this point the 5.15 recall-bell rang out, and there was falling into + line. + </p> + <p> + The next time that they had speech together, Hogarth said: “And were you + such a clown, Fred Bates, as to imperil your life for a paltry thousand + pounds?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Paltry</i> thousand pounds?” answered Bates, surprised: “Hark at this! + Didn't I peril my life ten times more in Egypt for a bob a day? I tell you + I was certain in my own mind of getting out in a few weeks!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what happened to prevent you?” + </p> + <p> + “Only this: Bob died on the troop-ship coming home; that's all”. + </p> + <p> + “But you could write old Harris to open your letter to Bob, and act on it, + or else hand it over to your father”. + </p> + <p> + “My word, but haven't I wrote? Old 'Arris is either dead and buried, or + gorn away, or somethin'. I've waited a year and nine months—good + God! and no answer yet”. + </p> + <p> + “Poor Fred! I could weep blood for you. Believe in God!” + </p> + <p> + “More Devil than God about Colmoor, it strikes me”. + </p> + <p> + “As though <i>you</i> knew! Suppose I strike you blind—<i>now</i>—with + a flash of Him?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't take your meaning, sir”, said Bates, with a strange heart-bound + and sense of awe. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember 33 of the quarry-gang, Fred?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth whispered: “It was <i>I</i> who got him off”. + </p> + <p> + Bates whitened to the lips. “I—I thought as much”. + </p> + <p> + “There is yet another chance, which <i>you</i>, if you like, may take”. + </p> + <p> + Bates saw heaven opening; but with this vague hope was left two days. + </p> + <p> + On the third, Hogarth explained what he assumed to be the new plan of + Loveday. + </p> + <p> + “I take it”, he said, “that he will pass over the moor in a balloon + trailing a rope, which will have a loop to be slipped under the arms. I + tell you, there are dangers in this scheme: you may be shot. Are you for + trying it?” + </p> + <p> + “Trying it, aye”, said Bates, with fifty times the boldness of O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + And now began for these two a painfulness of waiting days, the sleep of + both, meanwhile, being one nightmare of confused affrights, balloons and + deliriums. + </p> + <p> + Ten times they re-discussed every possibility of the scheme, Hogarth + giving messages for Loveday, heaping counsels upon Bates. Nothing remained + to be said, and still the days passed over the time-worn hearts, till a + month went by. + </p> + <p> + At last something was observed in the sky—afar to the N.W.—in + the afternoon turn, about two o'clock, a mist on the moor, but the sky + almost cloudless. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon Hogarth, who first saw the object, stepped, as if looking for + something, close to Bates, hissing: “<i>Goodbye!</i> Keep cool—choose + well—” + </p> + <p> + Bates shovelled on steadily, as though this was a day like others; but + twice his knees gave and bent beneath him; and there was a twitching of + the livid under-lip, piteous to see. + </p> + <p> + It drew nearer, that silent needle, while Bates worked, delving, + barrowing, making little trips; plenty of time; and no one noted his lip + which pulled and twitched. + </p> + <p> + Without visible motion it came, wafted on the breaths of high heaven: half + an hour—and still it was remote, fifteen hundred feet up. Bates and + Hogarth peered to see a rope, but could none. + </p> + <p> + After fifty minutes it was actually over the moor, all now conscious of + it; but the rope was indistinguishable from the air. + </p> + <p> + Yet it was there, walking the ground, at its end a horizontal + staff....Hogarth, with wiser forethought than Loveday's, had predicted, + not a staff, but a loop. + </p> + <p> + It passed twenty yards from the quarry, Loveday no doubt imagining that + Hogarth still worked there; but the quarry was some hundred and fifty + yards from the trench. + </p> + <p> + Its course, nevertheless was toward the trench: and on walked deliberately + the fluctuating rope, the staff now travelling the gorsey ground, now + bounding like a kangaroo yards high, to come down once more yonder. + </p> + <p> + A moment came when Hogarth, with intense hiss, was whispering to himself: + “If I were he, I should dash <i>now</i>”. + </p> + <p> + But Fred Bates did not move. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth suffered agonies not less excruciating than the rack. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, whyever does he wait?” he groaned. + </p> + <p> + But now—all suddenly—it was known, it was felt, deep in five + hundred ecstatic hearts, that a convict was gone—a man overboard—a + soul in the agony—battling between life and death. + </p> + <p> + Like tempests the whistles split the air. + </p> + <p> + Where is he? Who is he? What mother bare him? It is 57! And he is <i>there!</i>—on + high—caught, to the skies. + </p> + <p> + The tumbling of four ballast bags from the balloon was marked: the balloon + darted high, wildly high; and with her, seated on the bar, the cord + between his thighs, darted high Fred Bates. + </p> + <p> + Exultant! the five hundred faces wax fire-eyed, each heart a flame of + madness. But yonder is Warder Black taking trembling, yet careful, aim: + now the report is echoing from the two Tors, the granite-works; and that + smoke no sooner thins than a whole volley of crackling musketry is winging + toward that dot under the clouds. + </p> + <p> + And it was hideous—pitiful—the quailing heart waited and was + still to see the dot dissever itself from its rod: he had been hit: was in + the middle of the vast and vacant air: and wheeling he came. + </p> + <p> + A shockingly protracted interval did that fall fill up: the five hundred, + gazing as at some wonder in heaven, did not, could not, breathe: the + outraged heart seemed to rend the breast in a shriek. Would it <i>never</i> + end, that somersault? Wheeling he came. + </p> + <p> + In reality it occupied much less than a minute: and now he is no more + ethereal, but has grown, is grossly near, attended by the raving winds of + his travelling: is arrived. And the thump of his coming was heard. As he + touched the earth he jerked out circular.... + </p> + <p> + Here was a tragedy remembered many a year at Colmoor, and always with + feelings of the deepest awe. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVII. — OLD TOM'S LETTER + </h2> + <p> + The fate of Bates filled Hogarth's mind with a gloom so funereal, that now + his strength, his great patience, all but succumbed. + </p> + <p> + One evening, while his broom lay stuck out under the notch of his + cell-door in order that Warder Black might count him, he took his tin + knife, and began to scratch over the hills and valleys of his corrugated + wall some shining letters: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + VEN +</pre> + <p> + He was now, after long reflection, convinced that he was the victim of a + plot of Baruch Frankl's: yet in his heart was little rancour against + Frankl, nor, when he wrote his “V E N”, was he thinking specially of + Frankl—hardly knew of whom, or what. It may have been of the system + of things which had given to Frankl such vast powers over him; but, the + “N” finished, he pshawed at himself, and threw the knife down. If + something was wrong, he knew not at all how to right it, supposing the + world had been his to guide. + </p> + <p> + But a simple incident was destined to transform his mood—a letter + from old Tom Bates, the father of Fred. + </p> + <p> + And as hitherto we have seen him passive, bearing his weight of pain with + patience, after that letter we shall find him in action. + </p> + <p> + Old Bates' letter was handed him three weeks after the scratching of his + vague “VEN”. + </p> + <p> + “DERE MISTER HOGARTH: + </p> + <p> + “thise fu lines is to ast you how you er getn on, and can you giv a pore + old feller ane noos ov that godfussakn sun ov mine hopn they ma find you + as they leave me at present wich i av the lumbeigo vere Bad and no Go the + doctor ses bob wot you no was in the ninth lansers he dide comen home so + ive only fred left out of the ate. I rote to im fore munths agorne, but no + anser, no doubt becos i cum to london soon arter, so no more at present + from + </p> + <p> + “Yours trule, + </p> + <p> + “TOM BATES”. + </p> + <p> + The old fellow, Hogarth saw, did not know of Fred's fate: Fred, the last + of eight. He would find it hard to answer that letter. + </p> + <p> + When “beds down” was called, his head was still full of one thought: old + Tom Bates; and he could not sleep; heard the bell ring for the change of + warders; the vast silence of the prison's night; and still his brain + revolved old Tom. + </p> + <p> + The stealthy slipper of the night-warder passed and re-passed. Anon a + click of metal on metal, and the bull's-eye searched him. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he remembered that visit to the forge at Thring, and the present + of herrings which old Tom in his guernsey, had brought. + </p> + <p> + “Here—take 'em—they're yours”, old Tom had said. + </p> + <p> + He had just then, he remembered, been on the point of going into the + cottage to examine his guns, when the old man came, and stopped him—a + fatal, appointed thing, apparently. Had he actually gone, he would have + found the guns vanished, and would never have been condemned.... + </p> + <p> + And what was it that the old man had said about fish, and fishermen, and + the sea? + </p> + <p> + He bent his brow to it, and finally remembered: “The day's work of a + fisherman gives him enough fish to live on all the week, and he could lie + round idling the other six days, if he chose; only anybody can't live on + nothing but fish all the time”. + </p> + <p> + Was it true? Yes! He remembered facts of Yarmouth.... + </p> + <p> + But since true, it was—strange. + </p> + <p> + Was the sea, then, a more productive element for men to work in than the + land? No, that was absurd: the land, in the nature of things, was more + productive. + </p> + <p> + Then, why could not <i>all</i> men procure an easy superfluity by one + day's work, as the fisher could, if he chose to live naked in a cave, + eating fish alone? In that case the fisher could change some of his + day's-work fish for the shore people's day's-work things, and so all have + a variety as well as superabundance. + </p> + <p> + At the interest of this question, he leapt from his hammock, peering into + that thing, and his fleet feet were away, running after the truth with + that rapt abandonment that had characterized his hunting and football. + This was clear: that there was some difference between land and sea as + working-grounds for men. Shore people, like a shoemaker, did not have for + themselves enough shoes from even five, or six, days' work on which to + live in plenty for a week: and hence would take nothing less than an + enormous quantity of the fisher's fish in exchange for a pair of shoes, + making him, too, poor as themselves. But since land work was as productive + as sea work, and far more so, it could only be that the shoemaker did not + get for himself all the shoes which he made, as the fisher got for himself + all the fish which he caught: some power took from shore people a large + part of what they made, a power which did not exist on the sea. That much + was sure. + </p> + <p> + What was this power, this inherent difference? + </p> + <p> + He could think of no inherent difference except this: that shore workers + paid rent for land—directly and indirectly—in a million subtle + ways; but fishers paid none for the sea. + </p> + <p> + So, then, if shore folk paid no rent, they would have a still greater + superfluity of shoes, etc., from one day's labour in six than the + fish-rich fisher? + </p> + <p> + So it seemed. So it <i>was</i>—as with savages. He started! But one + minute's reflection showed him that it was in the very nature of the shore + to pay rent: because one piece of land was better than another—City + land, for instance—and those working on the better must pay for that + benefit. Civilized land, therefore, was bound to pay rent. + </p> + <p> + So that the shore people could never have the easy superfluity of the + fish-rich fisher—because land was bound to pay rent? And the fisher + must buy the shore things so dear with his easy-got fish, toiling, he, + too, all the week—because land was bound to pay rent? + </p> + <p> + The wretchedness of Man, then, was a Law? + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, confronted by a wall, groaned, and while his body was cold, his + brow rolled with sweat, he feeling himself on the brink of some truth + profound as the roots of the mountains.... + </p> + <p> + “Land was bound to pay rent”: he reached that point; and there remained. + </p> + <p> + “But suppose the workers on shore paid the rent <i>among themselves</i>....?” + </p> + <p> + At last those words: and he gave out a shout which begat mouths of echo + through the galleries of Colmoor. + </p> + <p> + “If the workers on shore paid rent among one another”—then they + would—on the whole—be in the very position of the fish-rich + workers on sea, who paid no rent at all, the nation—as a whole—living + on its country rent-free: England English, America American, as the sea + human: and our race might then begin to think, to live! + </p> + <p> + It seemed too sublime—and divine—to be true! Again, point by + point, he went over his reasoning with prying eye; and, on coming back to + the same conclusion, hugged himself, moaning. At last—he knew. + </p> + <p> + And away now with the dullness and lowness! That blithe and hand-clapping + day! Good-bye, Colmoor! the daily massacre, the shame and care. Men could + begin—if in a baby way at first—to think, to see, to sing, to + live. + </p> + <p> + He saw, indeed, that that would hardly have been fair business if he, for + example, had paid his rent to the English Nation instead of to Frankl, + Frankl having bought Lagden with money earned. But he thought that Frankl + would hardly be slow to resign that rent, if once he was shown.... + </p> + <p> + But if Frankl <i>was</i> slow—what then? + </p> + <p> + The oblong of ribbed glass over his flap-table showed a greyness of + morning, as he asked himself that thing. + </p> + <p> + In that case—Frankl could be argued with. + </p> + <p> + But if he still refused? + </p> + <p> + Then the question could be gone into as to whether that which is good for + forty millions, though apparently bad for Frankl, is not <i>forty million + times</i> more just than unjust, goodness being justice; also, as to which + had the primary right to England, Frankl or the English. + </p> + <p> + But if he still refused? + </p> + <p> + Suddenly Hogarth giggled—his first laugh in Colmoor. + </p> + <p> + <i>That</i> could be arranged.... + </p> + <p> + For him, Hogarth, the great fact was this: that he saw light. Into that + humble cell the rays of Heaven had blazed. + </p> + <p> + After standing motionless a long time, he dropped to his knees, and “O, + Thou, Thou”, he said.... + </p> + <p> + An hour later, when asked by an orderly if he wished to see doctor or + governor, he replied: “The Governor”. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVIII. — CHLOROFORM + </h2> + <p> + (Captain Bucknill, the Governor, was making his morning rounds, when he + heard that among the convicts claiming to see him was 76.) + </p> + <p> + A little man, prim, snappy, compact: an army officer, with moustachios + stuck upon him, to curve and finish him off. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what is it, 76?” said he busily at the cell door. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth struck a hand-salute—his old habit on His Majesty's ships. + </p> + <p> + “Sir, I wished to tell you that I have determined to escape from this + prison—if I can”. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, now! This is a most refreshing candour, 76!” + </p> + <p> + “I have said what I had to say”, said Hogarth. “You keep a sharp eye on + me, and I, too, will keep a sharp eye”. + </p> + <p> + The Governor puffed a breath of laughter, turned on his heels, walked + away, and that day spoke to three officials with regard to Convict 76. + </p> + <p> + And during a week Hogarth lay deep, chained, in a punishment-cell. + </p> + <p> + But during its first four days he had invented three separate plans of + escape, and had determined upon the one which seemed the surest, though + longest. + </p> + <p> + When he again came up into the light, he was a marked man, under Warder + Black's constant suspicion. + </p> + <p> + Now, however, his expression was changed: he no longer belonged to + Colmoor, though he was there. Sometimes he felt like shouting at the + burden of his secret. In his impatience to proclaim it, he pined to write + to Loveday—but now his punishment had lost him that privilege. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, the problem was to get ten good miles beyond Colmoor: a hard + one; but his brain had already accomplished a task far harder: and the + greater implied the less. + </p> + <p> + His first thought, when he had begun to plan, had been Loveday; his + second, that on no account could he permit Loveday to incur further risk, + or expense, for him; his third, that he might yet use Loveday to any + extent not involving risk or expense. + </p> + <p> + At the next weekly “School” he sat near a Thames-works hackle-maker, who, + though he could write, was no scholar, and was laboriously spoiling a + second letter-sheet, when Hogarth whispered him: “Can I help you? I see + it's to your mother. I could get her a quid from a friend of mine”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm much obliged....!” + </p> + <p> + The laborious letter, after half an hour, had in it: + </p> + <p> + “If you go to 15, Cheyne Gardens, the gentleman will give you a sovereign + which he owed me for cutting down the elm in the beech-wood at Teddington + for him”. + </p> + <p> + Now, Loveday lived at 15, Cheyne Gardens, and had only to see those words + “<i>the elm in the beechwood</i>,” to scent a cypher from Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + He offered five pounds for that letter: but it was two weeks before he + decided upon the intended words: “Small chloroform—trenches—rock”. + </p> + <p> + There were several trenches, many rocks: yet one midnight, when a + blustering wind huddled the bracken, and the prison stood darkling, + wrapped in mystery, a lonely figure in an ulster was there; and under each + of three rocks he deposited two vials: for the formation of only three + gave the least chance of concealment. + </p> + <p> + What Hogarth's plan could be he racked his brain in vain to dream, + guessing that prisoners, on returning from the moor, must be searched, + even to the ears: Hogarth, therefore, could never use the vial within the + walls, and must mean to use it without—a sufficiently wild + proceeding. But the finding of the vials, was sure: for the “rock” which + Hogarth had had in mind was one of those granite ones common on Colmoor, + standing five feet high on a small base; and one day he swept his hand + among the gorse under it, and, with a glad half-surprise, touched two + vials. + </p> + <p> + Three days later he again swept his hand among the gorse, touched the + vials, breasted his handkerchief, laid the vials on it, and presently + contrived to tie them together with a twig. + </p> + <p> + At his feet now was a wheelbarrow full of marl, and two yards off Warder + Black, waiting for him to roll the barrow; but, inserting his spade + between a wheel and a side of the barrow, his back toward Black, Hogarth, + with a tug, bent the spade: then walked to Black. + </p> + <p> + “Look here”, he said, “that spade isn't much good now....” + </p> + <p> + Black strode to look, Hogarth a little behind him: and at the instant when + the officer was a-stoop to lift the spade, Hogarth took the vials from his + breast, and laid them upright in the little pocket of Black's tunic, near + his bayonet-sheath and cartridge-box, above the belt. + </p> + <p> + By the time the matter of the spade was settled, the great bell rang, the + gangs went marching over the old familiar level, up the old path in the + grass-mound on which the Palace stands, and so, in lax order, like shabby + French conscripts, powdered, toil-worn, into the gates. + </p> + <p> + Then the search on parade: during which, as Black busily searched him, + Hogarth said: “Search well”. + </p> + <p> + They were then led up to cells. + </p> + <p> + And the moment Hogarth's door closed upon him, he put his skilly-can on + the floor, and, with one stamp, stamped it out of shape; also he broke his + cup, and pocketed two fragments of it. + </p> + <p> + A few minutes afterwards, before cocoa, Black, trotting in heavy haste + here and there in the gallery, looked in to say: “Bath to-night”. + </p> + <p> + And Hogarth: “Warder! a word with you! sorry, I have trodden on my + can....” + </p> + <p> + Upon which Black went stooping to look, the can now standing on the low + shelf; and as he said “I shall report this”, Hogarth, stooping, with quick + deftness had the vials picked from the thick pocket. + </p> + <p> + “Well, fall in”, said Black to him; “better take your precious can, and + give it to a bath-room warder for the store-keeper to change”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, as he passed out, placed the vials on the shelf over his door, + where they were secure, since cells were never searched; and, the bathers + having formed in single file, five feet between man and man, away they + moved and down—away and down—lost in space, treading the + journey of galleries, till, at the bottom, they passed up a vaulted + corridor, monastically dim, across a yard open to starry sky, and into the + door of a semi-detached, steep-roofed building, which was the bath-house. + </p> + <p> + A row of thirty-five baths; a very long bench for undressing; in the space + between bench and baths three warders walking: such was the bath-house: + all whitewashed, galvanized iron, and rigour; but for its old record of + uneventfulness a scandal was preparing that night. + </p> + <p> + Outside the door a fourth officer paced, and a cord within rang a little + bell in one click, to tell when, the bathing over, the door should be + unlocked outside. + </p> + <p> + After giving up his can near the door to a warder, who laid it on the + bench, Hogarth undressed slowly; got off his boots; and now had on only + knickerbockers and stockings: he got off his stockings. + </p> + <p> + And the moment his bare soles touched the floor, he felt himself once more + agile on the ratlines, larky for a shore-row, handy in any squall. Let + them all come, therefore! He smiled; passed his palms down his crib of + lean ribs. + </p> + <p> + “Good gracious, why don't you hurry up there...?” an officer came asking, + stooping. + </p> + <p> + At “there” he saw stars-and-stripes, dropped upon his back: Hogarth was + away toward the door, while the bathers started with shouts, though in no + bosom arose any impulse to follow, the bath-house being the centre of a + maze of twenty unscaleable walls, prison within prison. + </p> + <p> + But as for Hogarth, in such a dazzling flash did he dash toward the door, + that he had struck down the second officer before the outcry of the first, + and had pulled at the door-bell before the third could cry <i>“Don't + open!”</i>—a cry muffled into his maw by a cuff prompt as thunder. + </p> + <p> + This third man, however, grasped the fugitive by the middle: and while the + overthrown two were running up, and the key without seeking the lock, a + short, venomous tussle was waged just near the door, till Hogarth, + wringing his naked body free, tossed his antagonist by the knees to slide + into the path of the two on-comers; at the same time, catching up his + battered can, and smashing it into the face of the door-orderly, who now + peeped in, he slipped through, and was gone into a yard, small, of + irregular shape, and dim, with one wall-lantern, and but one egress + (except the egress into the prison-hall), namely a blind-alley between the + laundry and carpet-makers' building on one side, and stables on the other: + blind alley, yard, and all, being shut in by big buildings. + </p> + <p> + By the time the door-orderly opened his eyes, and one of the inside three + had rushed out, Hogarth had vanished; and these two, shrilling whistles to + reinforce the bath-room guard, pelted down the blind-alley to effect, as + they thought, a sure capture. But Hogarth was not there. + </p> + <p> + Back they came trotting, breathless, rather at a loss. One panted: “He + must have run back into the great hall....” + </p> + <p> + The other panted: “He'd hardly do that—hiding in the yard still, <i>must</i> + be. There's that little nook....” + </p> + <p> + The “little nook” is a three-sided space in a corner, very dark, formed by + one wall of the campanile, or bell-tower, together with a wall of the + laundry-house, and a third wall which shuts in the yard; the entrance to + it narrow, and one looking up within it seems to stand at the bottom of a + triangular well, split at one corner. It is not far from the bathhouse, + and into it Hogarth had really darted; but when the officers came peering, + no trace of him. + </p> + <p> + He had, in fact, gone up the lightning-conductor, which runs down a + bell-tower remarkably high, Colmoor having been built during the + Napoleonic wars for French prisoners at a time when the theory was + accepted that a lightning-conductor protects a space whose radius is + double the height of the conductor. The tower is a five-sided structure + with a Gothic window into which it is impossible to get from the + conductor, because a corner intervenes, and it is a feat to swing from the + conductor to the laundry-wall coping, and thence, leaping up, to grip the + window: at each of which ordeals Hogarth hesitated, pierced with chills; + to his observations from afar it had seemed so much less stupendous; but + in each case he dared, and reached. + </p> + <p> + All this time the can was between his teeth. + </p> + <p> + Arrived on the window, his arms out groping, he felt a slanting beam—climbed + it—found it short-mounted upon a horizontal one, all here, as he had + expected, being a chaos of beams, raying every way. Thrice he sneezed low, + and felt cobwebs in his face. + </p> + <p> + And groping he went, seeking the great Bell of Colmoor, which he had + doomed, hearing sounds of the to-do, echoes that ran below, and the vague + shout of somebody, till he touched the flat top of the bell, clamped to + the swing-beam on which he sat astraddle; felt also that along the top of + the beam lay an iron bar; made sure that this was in actual contact with + the clamps of the bell: and, no longer hesitating, set to work upon the + can. + </p> + <p> + Tugging with his dog-teeth under the upper rim, he got a loose end, and + wrenched the rim off; then, tearing along the solder, got the cylinder + separated from the bottom; and, opening it out, had a sheet of tin. And + now, by the help of his fragments of cup, he set to hack-sawing, breaking, + tearing this into strips, no easy thing, in spite of the thin-worn + condition of the can: but finally had six strips. + </p> + <p> + The edge of one strip he inserted under an end of the bar of iron on the + beam; then connected that strip with another by loops, slid again to the + window, and there lay connecting the six strips by a smith's-trick, with + skew loops, non-slipping, getting a tin string five feet long. He then + took the leap to the laundry coping, and thence the spring to the + conductor, this being all the more ticklishly perilous because he could + barely see it. + </p> + <p> + Hanging away now from the conductor by the left elbow, he reached out the + right arm across the corner to catch the tin, which stuck toward him from + the window: and he wound its end round the conductor, electrically + connecting the bell with the conductor. + </p> + <p> + And now, standing with one foot on a staple below the tin, he twice sawed + the conductor's soft metal with the fragments of cup, cutting and tugging + out three inches of it, thus isolating the conductor's point atop from its + earthing; then he tossed the piece cut out behind the laundry-coping. + </p> + <p> + This done, he listened, cast a searching eye below, slid down the rod. + </p> + <p> + The yard was at present silent, but as he moved to give himself up in the + prison-hall, five night-warders with bull's-eyes fell out, still seeking + him. + </p> + <p> + And as he knelt with clasped hands of supplication and bent bare back, + like a captured slave, they fell savagely upon him, and cried one: “Well, + of all the idiots...!” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIX. — THE GREAT BELL + </h2> + <p> + The next morning Hogarth was not marched out, and near dinner-time was + summoned before the Governor. Here he stood in a cage of bars in a room of + “No.1” prison, devoted to prison-offences; and before him, at a littered + table, sat governor and chief warder, with the witnesses of the outbreak + near. + </p> + <p> + The case was gone into, the report made: whereupon the Governor looked up + and down the length of Hogarth, and suddenly gave vent to a laugh. + </p> + <p> + “So, No. 76”, said he, “this was the threatened escape?” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth was now all contrition and hanging head. + </p> + <p> + “I beg for mercy”, he said, with a little smile. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am not your judge...Where were you when the officers were looking + for you in the yard?” + </p> + <p> + “I was hiding in that little nook”. + </p> + <p> + “Confounded carelessness on someone's part...And what cut and swelled your + mouth?” + </p> + <p> + “I bashed into the wall in the nook” (The can had cut him!). + </p> + <p> + “You must have been mad!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir”. + </p> + <p> + During the next two weeks he had round his ankles a chain which, rising in + two loops, was fastened to a band round his waist; and he was set to turn + “the crank”. + </p> + <p> + Finally, he was led forth to stand before the periodic Director, who, + after reading the report, turned to a volume of writing in which was + Hogarth's record: good—till lately; and the Director addressed him + with sternness, which yet was paternal: he would sentence him to one month + in a punishment cell, to two months in chains, and to one dozen lashes. + </p> + <p> + And two days later he was led to the flogging-hall, which, as he + approached it, sent forth screams; the doctor looked at him and consented; + the Governor said: “Get it over”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth stripped to the waist, his teeth chattering: but not with fear. On + the contrary, he felt a touch of exultation. + </p> + <p> + The wrists of his outstretched arms having been bound to “the triangle”, + the Governor gave the sign, the cat rose, and sang, and fell. + </p> + <p> + Slowly up, and whistlingly down, rasping, reaping. At the seventh shock he + fainted: and thence onward had a long dream, in which he saw Rebekah + Frankl in Hindoo dress and jewellery, and she threw at him a red rose + black at heart with passion, and her body balanced in dance, and her hands + clapped at him. + </p> + <p> + During the next month he tholed the cold of that same punishment-cell; and + during the next was in his old cell, but in chains, picking oakum. All + this time, if he was aware of high winds by night, he was in an agony, + till the next day the great bell rang its treble. + </p> + <p> + About the middle of February he was once more trenching in the open air. + </p> + <p> + But a fear had stolen into his mind: for the string of tin was not strong, + and the winds of the last month may have dislocated it. In any case, he + might have to wait a year, two, ten.... + </p> + <p> + Occasionally he would redden with suppressed and turbulent energy. + </p> + <p> + But on the 17th of March, toward evening, England was visited by a storm + long remembered, lasting three days, during which the poor prisoners were + comforted with rations of hot soup and cocoa. + </p> + <p> + On the morning of the fourth day when the gangs were once more taken out + Hogarth was hardly conscious of frigid winds or agued limbs: for three + days the great bell of Colmoor had not rung; and his ears were open. + </p> + <p> + Of the prisoners, who, by practised instinct, get to know the moment at + which it should sound, three presently straightened up, spade in hand, to + glance at the prison: and suddenly heard—a sound. + </p> + <p> + A dull something somewhere—from the prison? unless it was some shock + of the wind...Hogarth gazed piteously into the faces near him...No one + seemed to have heard. + </p> + <p> + A few seconds, like eternities...Then he saw a warder look at his watch; + then—another! and—they glanced at the prison; and—they + approached each other; and—they laid whispering heads together. + </p> + <p> + Then—joy!—came five officers, wildly running from the prison + gates, calling, waving.... + </p> + <p> + And now he knew, and smiled: the babble of that lalling tongue was dumb. + </p> + <p> + And the very next day, when the afternoon-gangs were marching out, they + saw descending from a carriage before the Deputy Governor's house a + gentleman with a roll of diagram-paper—a bell-foundry expert, + summoned by telegraph from Cardiff. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth resolved to act that night. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XX. — THE INFIRMARY + </h2> + <p> + As soon as the cell-door clicked upon him, he commenced to work: first + took off his boots; then felt over the doorshelf for the chloroform; wet + his handkerchief with some of it: then inserted the vials across the toes + of his boots, which were a succession of wrinkles, far too large; then put + on the boots again. + </p> + <p> + He then lay on the floor, close to the low shelf; and, pressing the + handkerchief over his mouth and nose, breathed deep, knowing that in four + minutes, when he did not obey the order of “brooms out”, his cell would be + opened. + </p> + <p> + As he sank deeper and deeper into dream, it was with a concentration of + his will upon one point—the handkerchief, which, if smelled by + anyone, would ruin all; and finally, as he drew the last gasp of + consciousness, he waved it languidly from him under the shelf; then, with + a sigh, was gone. + </p> + <p> + He had known that he must have about his body the unmistakable signs of an + abnormal condition in order to sleep a night in the infirmary—which + was what he wanted. And thither, when shakings and the bull's-eye had + sufficiently tested him, he was swung away, and the doctor's assistant + summoned. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth's pupils were hurriedly examined, his heartbeat tested; and the + freshman frowned, smelling an odour which, in another place, might have + been chloroform, but here was pharyngitis; and he muttered, “Digitalis, + perhaps....” + </p> + <p> + From a table Hogarth was swung to a bed by two of those well-behaved + convicts who act as hospital-orderlies, and there two hours later had all + his wits about him, and a racking headache. + </p> + <p> + His first thought was his boots—expecting to find them under his + stretcher, and himself in flannels; but he had them still on, and also his + work-clothes, humanity to the sick in the first stages not being in the + Colmoor code. + </p> + <p> + He spent half an hour in stealthily tearing a square foot from his + shirt-tail; then, weary and sick, went to sleep. + </p> + <p> + When, soon after 3 A.M. his eyes again opened, all was still. He lay in a + long room, rather dim, in the midst of a row of stretchers which were shut + in by bars containing locks and gates, and on the other side of the room a + row of stretchers, shut in by bars. At a table in the middle, on which + were bottles, lint, graduated glasses, sat a warder, with outstretched + legs and fallen head: near him, standing listless, a convict + hospital-orderly, who continually edged nearer the stove; and, half-way + down the room, another. + </p> + <p> + Occasionally there were calls from the sick-beds—whispered shouts—apologetic + and stealthy, as of men guiltily conscious of the luxury of being ill; but + neither night-warder nor orderlies made undue haste to hear these + summonses. There was, beside, an octagonal clock, which ticked excessively + in the stillness, as though the whole place belonged to it. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth took off his boots under his blanket, and from them took out the + vials; then, sitting up, commenced to call the warder, at the same time + wetting the torn piece of shirt with some of the fluid. + </p> + <p> + “All right, I'm coming—shut up!” said the warder, but did not come. + </p> + <p> + So Hogarth grew loud; and the warder, presently rousing his drowsy bulk, + unlocked the gate of that compartment, as Hogarth said to himself: “Do it + handy...” + </p> + <p> + And as the warder stooped, Hogarth clapped the rag upon his mouth and + nose. A struggle followed a muffled sob, both standing upright now, till + the warder began to paw the air, sank, toppled upon the bed, whereupon + Hogarth slipped into the blanket again, and called out in the voice of the + warder: “Come here, Barrows—see if this man is dead “. + </p> + <p> + He had now drawn the warder over him, holding up his chest with one arm, + had also poured chloroform upon the rag, and when the convict-orderly + came, Hogarth, by means of a short struggle, had him asleep, then seized + the warder's truncheon and keys, and ran out in his stockinged feet. + </p> + <p> + At that sight, the sick, the dying, the two rows of stretchers, were up on + elbow, gazing with grins. To the second convict-orderly who came running + to meet him Hogarth hissed: “Not a word—or I brain you with this! If + I tie your feet, you won't have to answer for anything. Come along....” + </p> + <p> + He was an old fellow, and when he realized the impending truncheon, the + menace of Hogarth's eyes, and the silence of the warder, he permitted + himself to be dragged toward Hogarth's stretcher; and his feet were + quickly knotted in his own stockings. + </p> + <p> + Now again Hogarth ran: but not many steps, when he felt himself tapped on + the back, and, glancing in a horror of alarm, saw one of the two patients + who had occupied with him his cage of bars—a wiry, long-faced + Cockney shop-boy, who had had his ankle crushed by a rock at the quarry. + </p> + <p> + “Are you off?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “That's <i>my</i> business—” + </p> + <p> + “No, you don't. Part, or I give the alarm”. + </p> + <p> + “What is it? Do you want to come with me?” + </p> + <p> + “That's about it”. + </p> + <p> + “But—your foot's sick, you fool”. + </p> + <p> + “You'll carry me in your awms, as a father beareth his children....” + </p> + <p> + “You are cool! What are you in for?” + </p> + <p> + “Murder, my son-red, grim, gory murder!” + </p> + <p> + “Guilty?” + </p> + <p> + “Guilty, ya'as. What do <i>you</i> think?” + </p> + <p> + “Then you may go to hell”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>'Ell</i> is it? I'm <i>there</i>: and if I linger longer loo in it, + you linger, too, swelp me Gawd!” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth was nonplussed. + </p> + <p> + “But the foot...” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind the <i>foot</i>. Foot's still good for a run. Do we go + shares?” + </p> + <p> + “Come along, then”. + </p> + <p> + “But you ain't 'alf up to snuff, I can see, though you are pretty smart in + your own way: I'd 'ave felt the confidence of a son in you, if you 'adn't + overlooked that wine—” + </p> + <p> + To Hogarth's dismay, he turned back to the table, put a black bottle, half + full, to his lips, and with tilts anc stoppages set to gulp it, while + eager jokes, touched with jealousy, began to jeer from the beds. + </p> + <p> + “Lawd Gawd, that was good!” said the Cockney with upturned eyes, “and what + do I behold?—broth, ye gawds!” + </p> + <p> + Now a saucepan of cold broth was at his lips; and not till he had drunk + all did he run after Hogarth into the other arm of the ward, where one of + the keys unlocked the door at its end, and they passed out into the + infirmary exercise-hall, now dark, Hogarth dragging the Cockney, who + limped, and kept up a prattle of tipsy ribaldries. + </p> + <p> + Then, emerging upon a platform of slabs, from which the jump into the + infirmary exercise-yard is twenty feet, Hogarth leapt. The Cockney stood + hesitating on the brink. + </p> + <p> + “As sure as my name's 'Arris, you'll be the bloomin' ruin of me...” he + said aloud. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sh-h-h</i>”, went Hogarth, “one more word, and I leave or knock you + speechless”. + </p> + <p> + Now at last Harris jumped, Hogarth catching him, and they ran across the + yard northerly, Harris complaining of cold, being in hospital flannels, + his feet bare, Hogarth bitterly regretting the burden of this companion, + meditating on deserting him. Accordingly, when they had run down a + passage, and were confronted by a great gate, spiked a-top, Hogarth said: + “I'll get up first”, and, forcing the small end of the truncheon into the + space at the hinges, he got foot-hold from which he caught the top hinge + and scaled, a feat of which he considered Harris incapable; and, instead + of helping him up, leapt down with a new feeling of lightness, hearing + from the other side “Dastardly treachery...!” + </p> + <p> + Again he ran through dark night wild with winds wheeling snowflakes; and, + seeing in the unpaved court in which he now was a clothes-line supported + on stakes, he seized both, to run with them to where the court is bounded + by the great outer wall: for though it is thirty feet of sheer rock, the + mere fact of stakes being found there, and of a vanished rope, would + furnish grounds for the belief that he had scaled it: he therefore leant + the stakes against it, and kept the rope. + </p> + <p> + About to turn, he felt his back touched; and, spinning round, saw Harris + panting. + </p> + <p> + “There's a friend that sticketh closer than any bloomin' brother, Mr. 76”, + Harris said. “Try that game on again, and I give myself up; and where will + <i>you</i> be then?” + </p> + <p> + “You silly wretch!” said Hogarth: “before I am free, there'll be a hundred + difficulties and pains. Are you prepared to undergo them? You couldn't, if + you tried”. + </p> + <p> + “Bear ye one another's burdens, it <i>is</i>”, said Harris: “with thee by + me what need I fear? Lawd Gawd, that wine was good! it's got into my poor + 'ead, I believe. On, general; where thou leadest, I will follow”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth looked at him, half inclined to knock him down, and half to + shelter, and save. + </p> + <p> + “All right”, said he. “Can you climb?” + </p> + <p> + “Climb, yes, like a bag of monkeys”. + </p> + <p> + “Come, then”. + </p> + <p> + He mounted three low steps before four doors at the north end of the + infirmary buildings, where, as he had observed from the moor, a spout runs + up the wall at its east end; and up this he began to climb. + </p> + <p> + “'Old on!” called Harris: “I can't do that lot”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sh-h-h!</i>—you must!—come—” + </p> + <p> + Harris made three attempts before he reached the first footrest, and there + stuck, vowing in loud whispers that he would no further go, and Hogarth + had to come back, and encourage him up. Finally, they went running + southward on the leads between the infirmary roof and its coping, and had + hardly reached the south end when a whistle shrilled, and they saw a + warder run across the exercise-yard with a lantern. + </p> + <p> + “Stoop!” whispered Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + Crouching, they stole along the south coping, and thence dropped to a flat + cistern-top, Hogarth, with a painful “<i>Sh-h-h</i>”, catching Harris as + he fell, for the signs of alarm and activity every moment increased. + </p> + <p> + Up a series of little brick steps, the base of a chimney over the kitchen—then + across another stretch of leads beneath which is the tailor's shop—then, + stealing in shadow under the beams of overhanging eaves by a garret + window, behind which was a light, and someone moving—then a spring + of three feet between two cornices—then a running walk at a height + of a hundred feet along a beading four inches wide, holding on with the + upstretched arms—then, with course changed from south to east, along + more leads—then a climb of ten feet up a glazed main—and now + they were skulking behind the coping of the great No. 2 prison. + </p> + <p> + Now, contiguous with the back of the bath-house is a wall which runs from + No. 2 prison to the bell-tower, dividing the bath-house yard from the + bell-yard; but the top is not horizontal, being lower at the bell-tower + end, neither is it broad, and to reach it from the prison coping a drop of + seven feet is necessary: this Harris refused to do. “Not for Joe”, said + he: “I've already run my 'ead into enough perils by land and sea on your + account. If this is what you've brought me out moonlighting here for....” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth did not wait, but disappeared over the side: and Harris, after + five minutes' pleadings, followed. They then drew on the belly to the + bell-tower; and here again Harris refused the leap to the conductor. When + finally he dared, and Hogarth sought to steady him, as he came sprawling + upon the rod, both went gliding down, till checked by a staple. + </p> + <p> + But they climbed again; Hogarth undid the half-fused string of tin from + the conductor, swung to the laundry coping, caught Harris, leapt to the + window, drew up Harris; and was ensconced far up among the beams in thick + darkness in the belfry an hour before daybreak. + </p> + <p> + At this time the great gates were open, and the moor being scoured for the + two. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXI. — IN THE DEEP + </h2> + <p> + They had not been ten minutes in the tower when Harris began to whine of + the cold; whereupon Hogarth took off his slop-jacket and waistcoat, and + put them upon the Cockney. + </p> + <p> + As from two sound-escapes far down near the bell some twilight came in, + near eight Hogarth descended, working from beam to beam, to find that on + one side the bell-metal had been melted into a lumpish mass, its rim + shrivelled up, leaving an empty space under the motto <i>Laudate Domino</i> + (mistake for <i>Dominum</i>) <i>omnes gentes</i>; and on the opposite side + ran a crack from top to rim. Sliding still lower on a slanting beam, he + could look obliquely upward into the bell's interior, and see the clapper, + a mass weighing eight hundredweight, and so long, that quite down at the + bell's rim were two hollows where it had constantly struck. It, too, had + been blasted; but the bell-rope hung intact from a short beam at right + angles to the swing beam; and, having found this much, he searched where + he had left the bottom of his tin can, and clambered back with it into the + upper regions. + </p> + <p> + About eleven, lying along two beams, they could see the portal below + opened, and four men came in, looking unreal and small; whereupon the + leverage wheel was pulled, the swing-beam swung, the bell struck the + clapper, and throughout the tower growled grum sounds: after which the + four stood talking half an hour, and went away. + </p> + <p> + A little later—it must have been after the forty minutes' + dinner-interval—about twenty convicts entered with two warders, + bearing three ladders. When these had been fastened together and set up, + and the leverage wheel removed, they went away. + </p> + <p> + It was evidently to be slow work. Not till about four did a solitary man + mount the ladder, and take stand, far down under the bell, gazing up a + long while, with stoops, and changes of posture. Hogarth thought that it + was the bell-foundry expert whom he had seen; but could only guess: for + all here was dim and remote. + </p> + <p> + By now he had sawed the clothes-line into two pieces with the tin, one + piece eight feet, the other much longer—had intended tearing his + clothes into strips for ropes, but the clothes-line was still better. In + both ropes he made knots for hand-hold, a large knot at one end of the + short one, and he attached the string of tin to the other end. Descending + now, he tied the longer rope round the swingbeam, let himself down to the + rim of the bell, and with the right hand pushed the tin into the hole in + which the clapper swung, reaching up, until the tin over-balanced, ran, + and toppled down beside the clapper; drawing the tin now, he brought the + rope down till it was stopped by the knot; and now, by a swing off from + rope to rope, could climb into the bell. He then reascended, taking the + longer rope, and the tin, with him. + </p> + <p> + As night fell, he judged that by the next he would succumb. Happily, + Harris, who had eaten later than he, was snoring in a nook; but toward + morning began to whine again, and sulk, and kept it up all the day. Not a + soul now entered, and as the blackness of night once more filled the + place, Harris threw up the sponge, with “Here goes for this child....!” + Hogarth flew across the space which divided them, and a quarrel of cats + ensued, both being under the influence of the fury called + “hunger-madness”. It was only when Harris felt the grip of Hogarth at his + windpipe that he squealed submission, whereupon Hogarth threw himself + away; and half the night they sat, nothing but four eyes, eyeing each + other. + </p> + <p> + That night what was a revival of the great gale took place, belling like + bucks about their heads, and noising through the tower in many a voice. + This so increased their sense of desolation, that even the heart of + Hogarth fainted, they like castaways on some ocean whose glooms no sunrise + ever goldens; and now a doubt arose whether, even if the bell were removed + on the morrow, Harris would have strength to cling on during the descent. + </p> + <p> + However, early the next day hope revived when five men entered, four + mounting among the beams to the swing-beam with tools, one at the + ladder-head shouting up orders; and Hogarth, when they had gone, whispered + Harris: “They have been unscrewing the sockets in which the bell-beam + swings”. + </p> + <p> + “Let them unscrew away”, said Harris, his chin shivering on his hand. + </p> + <p> + Five more hours; during which only once did three men enter, seeming to do + nothing but talk, with upward glances. + </p> + <p> + But at three it was evident that there was considerable to-do, though + above there the row of the winds drowned all sound. A crowd, chiefly of + convicts, passed in and out; then twelve men, one after the other, ran up + the ladder, and thence climbed among the beams, with six cables. Half went + to the east, half to the west, side of the bell; and three of the cables + were fastened round the swing-beam near one end, three near the other end; + one three were then cast over a beam higher than the swing-beam, to the + north of it; the other three cast over a beam to the south of it; and the + six ends lowered—operations which Hogarth, lying on his face, could + just see; and the twelve had hardly begun to descend, when he saw a lorry + backed into the gateway, filling half 1 the area of the tower; whereupon + over a hundred convicts were swarming over and round it. + </p> + <p> + “Now”, said Hogarth; and he hurried down, tacking his way with slides and + runs among the intricate beams, tied the rope to a beam above the + swing-beam, and let himself down to the bell's rim; reached out then, + caught the knotted rope that was within the bell, and climbed, the clapper + now so rough, that hand and knee found grip; and he spent a minute in + estimating his power of holding on with one arm, and with both, to its + support-shaft. + </p> + <p> + And now he whispered Harris, and caught and half-sustained the Cockney. + </p> + <p> + Now they could hear echoes of the tongues below; and now Harris, clinging + alternate with Hogarth, arms and legs, face to face, by rope and shaft and + clapper, whispered: “But-good Lord-look 'ere-there are some people coming + up!” + </p> + <p> + Four convicts were indeed climbing: but even directly beneath the bell, + where it was impossible to come, they would hardly have distinguished the + forms huddled in its dark cavern, and their aim was higher, to stand + ready, when the beam should lift, to swing it diagonally across the square + of beams which had supported it, so that it might find space to descend. + And soon the bell-beam stirred at the tightening ropes: the fugitives felt + themselves swinging, rising, poised—descending. + </p> + <p> + They were dizzily aware of shouted orders, the creaking of the toiling, + slipping ropes, little jolts and stoppages, two hundred eyes blinking up, + not seeing their cringed-up limbs—unnecessary cautious: for the + nearer they descended to-ward the half-light, the surer did the area of + the lorry make their invisibility. At last they were near; the bell + lingered, swinging; babel was around them; the Governor's voice; a cheer: + the bell was on the lorry. + </p> + <p> + Someone struck the bell with a hammer, there was talk, swarmings round it, + then shoulders pushed at the lorry wheels, which squealed and moved amid a + still fussier babel drawn by four horses, and seven yoke of cattle. The + fugitives could hear the opening of the great gate, the laborious exit, + and, in a moment's pause, again the Governor talking, it seemed far off, + to the expert.... + </p> + <p> + Wearily creaked the cart—beyond the moor—to a country road. + </p> + <p> + Now chattering words came from Harris: “All damned fine! I don't deny that + you know your way about—” + </p> + <p> + “Way out”, said Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a gamesome sort of cock you are in all weathers...but what next?” + </p> + <p> + “'Next' is to fall upon your knees and worship me, you cur”. + </p> + <p> + “Thou shalt worship the Lawd thy Gawd”, chattered Harris; “no bloomin' + fear! This is only a new kind of punishment cell. You've got me in; 'ow + are you going to get me out?” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth believed that the lorry was <i>en route</i> for the railway, and + hoped to escape in the transfer of the bell; but that night lorry and bell + slept in a shed outside a village <i>en route</i> for the sea. + </p> + <p> + At four A.M. they were again <i>en route</i>, and at intervals during the + day, opening their now feeble and sleep-infected eyes, could hear the + hoots of the two cattlemen, the sound of winds, the rowdy gait of the + crooked-legged oxen, and stoppages for drink or rest, and anon an + obstruction, with shouting and fuss. It was night before the waggon came + to rest on a jetty, the elaborate day's journey done. + </p> + <p> + The fugitives were then deep in sleep, and only awoke at the rattle of a + steam-crane in action above them, to find the bell beginning to tilt, lift + and swing; then they were on a deck; and soon afterwards knew that it was + a steamer's, when they heard the bray of her whistle, and presently were + aware of blaring winds, and billows of the sea. + </p> + <p> + Harris was for then and there crying out, but Hogarth, now his master, + said: “To-morrow morning”; and they fell again into their morbid slumber. + </p> + <p> + When they again awoke, uproar surrounded them, voices, a heaven-high + shouting of quenched fires and screaming steams; moreover, the bell was + leaning steeply, they two huddled together at its edge. + </p> + <p> + Harris began to bellow: but he was not heard, or not heeded.... There had + been a collision. + </p> + <p> + “If you can't swim, better catch hold of me”, Hogarth shouted—“there + will be—” + </p> + <p> + But the earth turned turtle, and Hogarth felt himself struck on the + shoulder, flung, and dragged down, down, into darkness. + </p> + <p> + After an upward climb and fight to slip the clutch of the ship's suction, + in the middle of a heavy sea he managed to get off his clothes, and set to + swimming, whither he did not know, a toy on mountains of water. + </p> + <p> + Exultation raged in him—a crazy intoxication—at liberation + attained, at the sensation of warmth, at all that water and waste of + Nature. + </p> + <p> + But within ten minutes it is finished: he shivers, his false strength + changing to paltriness, the waves washing now over his head; and now he is + drowsing...drowning... + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXII. — OLD TOM + </h2> + <p> + He continued, however, to swim after his conscious efforts ceased: for his + body was found next morning on a strip of Cornish sand between Gorran and + Mevagissey, washed by every sheet of surf. + </p> + <p> + His rescuer, a shrimp-fisher, occupied one of three cots perched on a + ravine; and there on the evening of the second day he opened his eyes on a + settee, four children screaming in play around him; he so far having been + seen only by a reporter from Mevagissey, and the doctor from Gorran, who, + on his wide rounds, had been asked into the cottage. + </p> + <p> + The same night Hogarth spoke to the fisher: told him that he was not a + wrecked sailor, had reasons for avoiding observation, and would pay for + shelter and silence: whereat the fisher, who was drinking hot beer, + winked, and promised; and the next day took for Hogarth a telegram, signed + “Elm Tree”, to Mevagissey, asking of Loveday five pounds. + </p> + <p> + Finally, one midnight, after two weeks of skulking, he reached + Whitechapel, where, the fact of his brown skin now giving him the idea of + orientalizing himself, at a Jew's, in a little interior behind the + counter, he bought sandals, a caftan, a black sudayree, an old Bagdad + shawl for girdle, and a greenish-yellow Bedouin head-cloth, or kefie, + which banded the forehead, draped the face like a nun's wimple, and fell + loose. For these he discarded the shrimp-man's clothes; and now dubbed + himself “Peter the Hermit”. + </p> + <p> + For he meant to start-a Crusade. + </p> + <p> + At a police-station on the third day he saw a description of himself: + three moles, bloodshot eye, white teeth, pouting mouth; but over the moles + now hung the head-cloth. + </p> + <p> + For several days he lay low in a garret, considering himself, abandoning + himself to sensuality in cocoa, vast buns, tobacco: rioting above all in + the thought of the secret truth which lay in his head. + </p> + <p> + Up to now, not a word to anyone about it; but on the seventh night he + spoke. + </p> + <p> + It was in some “Cocoa Rooms” in a “first-class room”, strewn with sawdust, + where, as he sat alone, another man, bearing his jug, came and sat; and + soon he addressed Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “Talk English?” + </p> + <p> + “I am an Englishman”, answered Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “What, in those togs? What countryman?” + </p> + <p> + “Norfolk”. + </p> + <p> + “Know Manchester?” + </p> + <p> + “I was there one day”. + </p> + <p> + “Difference between Manchester and London, isn't there? I am a Manchester + man, I am. All the difference in the world. This cold, stiff, selfish + city. Londoners, eh? A lot of peripatetic tombstones!” + </p> + <p> + And so he went on; this being his whole theory of God and Man: that + Londoners are peripatetic tombstones, but Manchester-men just the other + way—seemed a mechanic, brisk-eyed, small; a man who had read; but + now, evidently, down on his luck. + </p> + <p> + “Then, why come to London?”—from Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “Looking for work”,—with a shrug—“looking for a needle in a + bundle of hay. What would you have? the whole place overrun with Jews. + England no longer belongs to the English, that's the long and short of + it”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth looked him in the face. “Did England belong to the English before + the Jews came?” + </p> + <p> + “How do you mean? Of course it did”. + </p> + <p> + “Which part of it?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, all of it”. + </p> + <p> + “But fix your mind upon some particular piece of England—some + street, or field, that you know—and then tell me: did that belong to + the English?” + </p> + <p> + “Belonged to some Englishman”. + </p> + <p> + “But you don't mean to say that some Englishman is the English?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes, I know what you are driving at”, said the mechanic, with a + patronizing nod: “but the point is this: that, apart from vague + theorizing, a man did manage to make a good living before these dogs + overran the country”. + </p> + <p> + “But—a <i>good</i> living? How much did you make?—forty + shillings a week? toiling in grime six days, sleeping the seventh? I call + that a deadly living”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I <i>don't</i>, you see. Besides, I made, not forty, but forty-<i>five</i> + shillings, under the sliding-scale”. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but no brave nation would submit one day to such petty squalors + after it was shown the way to escape them”. + </p> + <p> + “There <i>is</i> no way”, said the mechanic: “there are the books, and the + talkers; but the economic laws that govern the units like you and me are + as relentless as gravitation. Don't believe anyone who talks to you about + 'ways of escape'”. + </p> + <p> + “But suppose someone has a new thought?” + </p> + <p> + “There can be no new thoughts about <i>that</i>. The question has long + since been exhausted”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, come “—with sudden decision—“I will tell you a thought + of my own “. And he told. + </p> + <p> + If the English people paid the rent for England to themselves—to + their government—instead of to a few Englishmen, then, by one day's + labour in six, Englishmen would be much more rich in all things than a + fisherman, by one day's labour in six, was rich in fish. + </p> + <p> + The expression which he awaited on the face before him was one of + illuminated astonishment; but, with a chill in his nerves, he saw the + workman's lips curve. + </p> + <p> + “Bah!” said the Manchester man, “that is an exploded theory!” + </p> + <p> + <i>Exploded!!!</i> + </p> + <p> + Hogarth was rather pale. + </p> + <p> + Yet he knew that it was true....Who, then, could have been exploding the + Almighty? + </p> + <p> + “Who has exploded it?” + </p> + <p> + “Been exploded again and again!” said the Manchester man; “of all the + theories of land-tenure, that is about the weakest: <i>I</i> should know, + for I've studied them all. The fact is, no change in the system of + land-tenure will have the least effect upon the lot of the masses; would + only make things worse by unsettling the country—if it didn't mean a + civil war”. + </p> + <p> + “I begin to see”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth got up, walked home meditating: and suddenly blushed. + </p> + <p> + It was known! by mechanics in cocoa-rooms!—that secret thing of his + secret cell. And it was not believed! + </p> + <p> + As for him, what was he now doing outside Colmoor? That question he asked + himself, as he sat unsandaling his feet; and he commenced to dress himself + again: but paused—would first see Loveday. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, the next night, the two friends met at Cheyne Gardens. + </p> + <p> + And a long time they sat silent, Loveday feeding his eyes upon his + friend's face, that hard, rounded brow which seemed harder, and frowned + now, that gallant largeness of eye which seemed now wilder, and that manly + height, which seemed Mahomet's in the Oriental dress. + </p> + <p> + “But where have you been for five weeks?” asked Loveday. + </p> + <p> + “Skulking, and thinking. But about my sister....” + </p> + <p> + “Do not ask...” said Loveday. + </p> + <p> + There was a long silence. + </p> + <p> + “Did not O'Hara tell you to make no more efforts for my escape?” asked + Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “Who is O'Hara?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, the priest who escaped, instead of me, through the copse”. + </p> + <p> + “O'Hara was not the name he gave me; and no, he said nothing about that. I + got him off to America, and only saw him twice. I thought him rather—But + why didn't you escape youself?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought it improper”. + </p> + <p> + “But you did finally?” + </p> + <p> + “For a reason: you remember the association which I was forming to answer + the question as to the cause of misery? Well, that question I have + answered for myself in prison”. + </p> + <p> + “Really? Tell me!” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth absently took up a water-colour drawing from the table, and turned + it round and round, leaning forward on a knee, as he told how the matter + was. Meantime, he kept his eyes fixed upward upon Loveday's face, who + stood before him. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of his talk Loveday scratched the top of his head, where the + hair was rather thin, and said he, twisting round: “Forgive me-let me ring + for some brandy-and-soda—” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth stood briskly up. + </p> + <p> + “What I say, I can see, is not new to you?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “No, not new”, Loveday confessed: “I believe that it is quite an ancient + theory; there are even savage tribes whose land-tenure is not unlike what + you advocate—the Basutos, for example”. + </p> + <p> + “And are these Basutos richer, happier, prettier fellows than average + Englishmen?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, beyond doubt. Don't suppose that I am gainsaying you: I am only + showing you that the theory is not new—” + </p> + <p> + “But why do you persist in calling it a <i>theory?</i> Is the fact that + one and one make two a <i>theory?</i>”—Hogarth's brow growing every + moment redder. + </p> + <p> + “What can one call it?” + </p> + <p> + “Call it what you like! But do you believe it?” + </p> + <p> + “It is quite possibly true; and now that you say it I believe it; but I + have never seriously considered the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because—I don't know. It is out of my line”. + </p> + <p> + “Your line! Yet you are a human being—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, partly, yes: say—a novelist”. + </p> + <p> + “Do not jest! It is incredible to me that you have written book after + book, and knew of this divine thing, and did not cram your books with it!” + </p> + <p> + Loveday flushed. “You misunderstand my profession; and as to this theory + of land-tenure, let me tell you: it will never be realized—not in + England. Anyway, it would mean civil war....” + </p> + <p> + Again those words! “Civil war....” + </p> + <p> + And as, for the second time, he heard them, Hogarth dashed the picture + which he held to the ground, shattering glass and frame: which meant that, + then and there, he washed his hands of the world and its wagging; meant + also his return to Colmoor. + </p> + <p> + He dashed from the room without a word; down the stairs; out into the + street. + </p> + <p> + As he ran along the King's Road, he asked a policeman the way to the + nearest police-station, then ran on through a number of smaller streets, + seeking it, till, at a corner, he stopped, once more uncertain, the night + dim and drizzling. + </p> + <p> + He was about to set off again, when, behind him, he heard: “Excuse me, + mister—could you give a poor man a penny to get a night's lodging?” + </p> + <p> + Turning, he saw—old Tom Bates: still in the guernsey; but very + senile and broken now. + </p> + <p> + The fish-rich fisher...! he had come to this... + </p> + <p> + Hogarth had twenty-eight shillings about him, and, without disclosing + himself, put hand to pocket to give them all, just as the old man reached + up to his ear to say: “It's the lumbago; I got it very bad; but it won't + be long now. It wur a bad day for me as ever I come to Lunnon! I'm Norfolk + born, I am: and I had eight sons, which the last was Fred, who, they say, + met his death in Colmoor....” + </p> + <p> + At that word, “Fred”, Hogarth started: for under the elm in the beech-wood + between Thring and Priddlestone Fred had concealed a thing fallen from + heaven, which could be sold for—a thousand pounds. + </p> + <p> + That would keep the fisher rich during the few days that remained to him! + </p> + <p> + But the old man could hardly go himself; if he could, would bungle: the + thing was heavy—on the lord-of-the-manor's land.... + </p> + <p> + Do a kind act, Hogarth. He would see the old place, his father's grave; + and there was a girl who lived in the Hall at Westring whom it was a + thrilling thing to be near, even if one did not see.... + </p> + <p> + “Here are two shillings”, said he, in an assumed voice: “and if you be at + this spot, at this hour, on Thursday night coming, you shall have more. + Don't fail”. + </p> + <p> + Again he ran, and took train, two hours later, for Beccles. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIII. — UNDER THE ELM + </h2> + <p> + His risk of arrest here, round about his old home, was enormous, and he + drew the Bedouin kefie well round his face, skulking from the station to + the “Fen”, northward, where he got an urchin to buy him a paper lantern in + a general shop, and now trudged up to Priddlestone, then down through + meadows to the beech-wood, the night rough with March winds. + </p> + <p> + It was not the winds, however, which made him draw close his Arab cloak, + but his approach to the elm: there, one night, he had seen a naked black + man! there had fallen the Arab Jew. + </p> + <p> + He stood twenty yards from the tree, till, with sudden resolution, he + strode, soon had the lantern ruby, and since the grave of “the affair” had + been digged with a piece of wood, for such a piece he went seeking, having + thrown off his caftan. + </p> + <p> + Instead, he found the rusted half-blade of a spade, and commenced to dig + round the roots, the lantern shine reddening a face strangely agitated, + uncertainty of finding what he sought heightening his excitement: for the + earth showed no disturbance, and since three years had passed since that + night of Bates in the wood, the object might have been already unearthed. + After an hour his back was aching, his hands dabbled, his brow beaded, + while the night-winds blew, the light now was commoved, and now glowed a + steady red; and still he grovelled. + </p> + <p> + Presently, as he shovelled in a circle, always two feet deep, moving the + light as he moved, he saw on the top of a shovelful of marl—a twig: + barkless, black, cracked—<i>scorched!</i> + </p> + <p> + To an immoderate degree this thing agitated him—some whisper in the + back of his head—some half-thought: he began now to root furiously, + with a frowning intentness. + </p> + <p> + But suddenly he shuddered: a finger seemed to touch his shoulder behind; + and he twisted with wild eyes, caught up the light, peered, saw no black + man—nothing: but quite five minutes he stood defiant, with clenched + fists; then resumed the work, though with a constant feeling now that he + was being watched by the unseen seers. + </p> + <p> + After two new strokes he struck upon something hard, and, digging eagerly + round it, found a quart-can, full of earth. And instantly all doubt + vanished: for this must have been the beer-can carried by Bates. + </p> + <p> + Strong curiosity now wrought in Hogarth, a zeal to lay eyes upon that + object which had careered through the heights of space to find that + beech-wood and that elm-tree; and during fifteen minutes his little + implement digged with the quick-plying movement of a distaff-shuttle, he + fighting for breath, anon casting a flying wild glance behind, but still + digging. + </p> + <p> + Now, frequently, he came upon burned objects, twigs, cinders. Even the + marl had a scorched look; and his agitation grew to ecstasy. + </p> + <p> + Something very singular had happened to his mind with regard to this + “affair” of Bates: Bates had said that it had fallen on the asteroid + night; and O'Hara had told him—falsely, indeed—that a piece of + the asteroid, fallen upon the French coast, had had diamonds; yet, + somehow, never once had his mind associated the Fred Bates “affair” with + the thought of diamonds, but only with the “thousand pounds” which Bates + had been promised by old Bond. So at the moment when he had begun to dig, + his whole thought was of “a thousand pounds”; but, somehow, by the time + his implement at last grated against something two feet down, that word + “diamonds” had grown up in his brain. + </p> + <p> + But diamonds! In the midst of his shovelling the thought flashed through + him: “The world is God's! and to whom He wills He gives it....” + </p> + <p> + Now at last the thing lay definitely before him: he grated the spade from + end to end, scraping away the marl; and it was very rough.... + </p> + <p> + The size and shape of a man's leg, and red, anyway in the red + lantern-shine—his sight dim—he moved and saw in an improbable + dream; and when he tried to lift the object and failed, for a long time he + sat on the edge of the trench, passing one palm across and across his + forehead, till the lantern-light leapt, and went out. + </p> + <p> + He sprang upright then—awake, sure: they were diamonds, those bits + of glass, big celestial ones, not of earth, in hundreds; when he passed + his hand along the meteorite he felt it leprous, octahedron, dodecahedron, + large and small: if they were truly diamonds, he divined that their owner + must be as wealthy as some nations. + </p> + <p> + About three in the morning he managed to raise the meteorite; refilled the + trench; and since it still rained, rolled the meteorite to the hollow of + the elm, put on his caftan, and with his back on the interior of the tree, + his feet on the meteorite, tumbled into a wonderful slumber. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIV. — FRANKL SEES THE METEORITE + </h2> + <p> + He was awaked by a footstep, and, starting, saw rocking along the forest + path one Farmer Pollock, wearing now fez and tassel, and he saw his + clothes all clay, and, with a smile of fondness, saw how, even beneath its + grime, the meteor dodged and jeered, with frolic leers, in the beams of a + bright morning that seemed to him the primal morning, a fresh + wedding-morning, swarming with elves and shell-tinted visions, imps and + pixy princes, profligate Golcondas. + </p> + <p> + Going first to the spot where he had digged, to give to the surface a + natural look, he trampled the lantern into the mire, threw the tin can + far, then, taking a quantity of marl, plastered the meteorite, to cover + its roughness; then boldly left it, starting out with consummate audacity + for Thring, where everybody, police and all, knew him well. + </p> + <p> + A singular light now in his eyes, an evil pride; and he had the step of a + Prince in Prettyland. Corresponding to an inward majesty, of which, from + youth, he had been conscious, he now felt an outward, and had not been + awake eight minutes when his brain was invaded by plans—plans of + debauchery, palaces, orgy, flying beds of ivory arabesqued in + fan-traceries of sapphire, in which Rebekah Frankl lolled, and smiled; and + on toward Thring he stepped, prince new-crowned, yet by old heredity, high + exalted above laws, government, and the entire little muck of Man. + </p> + <p> + At one point where the path ran close to Westring-park proper, the park on + higher ground, a grass-bank seven feet high dividing them, he saw a-top of + the bank in caftan, priest-cap, and phylacteries, taking snuff—Baruch + Frankl. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth skipped up, and stood before the Jew, having drawn his face-cloth + well forward. + </p> + <p> + “What's the row?” asked Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Could you give a poor man a job?” + </p> + <p> + “You a Jew?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”, replied Hogarth, not dreaming how truly: “London born”. + </p> + <p> + “A Froom?” + </p> + <p> + “I keep the fasts”. + </p> + <p> + “What you doing about here?” + </p> + <p> + “Tramping”. + </p> + <p> + “Fine mess you are in”. + </p> + <p> + “I slept in a hollow tree down yonder—an elm tree”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, there's many a worse shake-down than that. Who are you? Ever been + about here before?” + </p> + <p> + “I was once”. + </p> + <p> + “You put me in mind of an old chum of mine....Well, here's half-a-crown + for you to go on with”. + </p> + <p> + “Make it a crown”, said Hogarth, “and get me to clean up down there; in a + shocking state with mast and leaves”. + </p> + <p> + Frankl considered. “All right, I don't mind”. + </p> + <p> + “I shall want a spade, and—a barrow”. + </p> + <p> + “Go down the path yonder, till you come to the stables, and tell them”. + </p> + <p> + Frankl resumed his musing stroll, and Hogarth ran for the barrow. + </p> + <p> + In twenty minutes he was again at the elm tree, and, with a scheme in him + for seeing Rebekah, heaped the barrow with refuse, pushed it between a + beck and the wood, till, wearying of this, he was about to get the + meteorite into the barrow, when he had the mad thought that Frankl must be + made to see and touch it, so set off to seek him: and a few yards brought + him face to face with Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Well, how goes it?” asked the Jew. + </p> + <p> + “There is a weight there which I can't lift”, said Hogarth. “Then you must + do the other thing. Don't lift it, and you don't get the pay. What weight + is it?” + </p> + <p> + “It is here”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth led him, led him, pointing. Frankl kicked the meteorite. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “It can't be a branch”, said Hogarth; “too heavy—more like a piece + of old iron”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, slip into it. A strapping fellow like you ought to be able to do + that bit”. + </p> + <p> + “But suppose it's valuable?” + </p> + <p> + “I make you a present of it, as you are so hard up”. + </p> + <p> + Now Hogarth, by tilting the barrow, with strong effort of four limbs, got + the meteorite lodged, while Frankl, his smile lifting the wrinkles above + his thick moustache, watched the strain: then, with arms behind, went his + contemplative way. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth rolled the barrow toward Thring. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXV. — CHURCH ARCHITECTURE + </h2> + <p> + It was already eleven o'clock, the sun shining in a bright sky, under + which the country round the Waveney lay broad to the hills of mist which + seemed to encompass the valley; yet, when one came to them no hills were + there, but were still beyond. When Hogarth came out from the wood upon a + footbridge, to his right a hand-sower was sowing broadcast, with a + two-handed rhythm, taking seed, as he strode, from his scrip; and to the + left ran a path between fields to an eminence with a little church on it; + straight northward some Thring houses visible, and north-east, near the + river, Lagden Dip orchard. Only two stooping women in fields near Thring + could Hogarth see; also, still further, a gig-and-horse whose remote + motion was imperceptible; also the trudging two-handed process of the + sower nourishing the furrows. But for these, England, supposed to be + “overcrowded”, seemed a land once inhabited, but abandoned. + </p> + <p> + To Hogarth the whole, so familiar, looked uplifted now, the sunlight of a + more celestial essence. Westring he would buy—though one memorable + night in Colmoor he had arrived at the knowledge that it was not just that + Westring should be anyone's; but then what one bought with his own + diamonds was surely his own—his name being Richard. + </p> + <p> + He had passed the bridge, when, glancing to the left, he saw a fifth + person in the landscape—a man under a sycamore near the church, + gazing up, with hung jaw, at the apse window—dressed in a grey + jacket, but a clerical hat, and he had a note-book, in which he wrote, or + drew. Hogarth, whose mind was in weathercock state, rolled the barrow to + the hill, left it, went stealing fleetly up, and gripped the man's collar, + to whisper: “In the King's name I arrest you”. + </p> + <p> + The man's hand clapped his heart, as he turned a face of terror. + </p> + <p> + “There is—some mistake—My God! Are you—?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth?” + </p> + <p> + “Who else?” + </p> + <p> + “But you have killed me! My heart—” + </p> + <p> + “Serves you right. Why didn't you give your right name to Loveday? And + what are you doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “I was just examining this lovely old church, with its two south aisles, + and one north, like St. John's at Cirencester. When the church fell in + England, architecture was abolished—But as to why I am in Norfolk at + all, I am skulking: and here is as another place. Your friend packed me + off to America; but for some reasons I should prefer Golmoor—old + Colmoor, eh? I fear I am a voluptuary, my son, fond of comfort, and old + things, and pretty things. And all that I shall have yet! Tut, O'Hara is + not done with the world, nor it with him. As to Norfolk, I once knew—a + person—in this neighbourhood—” + </p> + <p> + The priest paused, regarding Hogarth with a smile, the “person” meant + being Hogarth's mother; and he said: “But you are quite the Jew in dress: + do you know now, then, that you are of the Chosen Race?” + </p> + <p> + “Singular notion! This is a mere disguise”. + </p> + <p> + “Ah. But you look quite radiant. You must have come into a fortune. When I + heard of your escape, I said to myself—” + </p> + <p> + “How did you hear?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, from Harris”. + </p> + <p> + “Harris is drowned”. + </p> + <p> + “Harris is now under that little roof down there—there”—the + prelate stabbed with his forefinger: “Harris is my shadow; Harris is my + master. He was picked up naked by the ship which ran down your vessel, + recognized me one day in Broadway, and threatened to give me in charge if + I did not adopt him 'as my well-beloved son'. Well, from him I heard all, + how you called fire from Heaven—it was gallant. But aren't you + afraid of capture down here in your own country?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot be captured”. + </p> + <p> + Those stony eyeballs of O'Hara, bulging from out circular trenches round + their sockets, surveyed Hogarth, weighing, divining him, while his bottom + lip, massive as the mouth of Polynesian stone gods, trembled. + </p> + <p> + “How do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “I can buy King on throne, Judge on bench, Governor and Warder, the whole + machinery. Even O'Hara I could buy”. + </p> + <p> + “I am for sale! Hogarth! I <i>smelled</i> it about you, the myrrh of your + garments! And didn't I prophesy it to you years ago? What a development! + That beast, Harris, will dance for joy! Oh, there is something very + artistic to my fancy, Hogarth, in the metal gold—brittle, bright, + orpimented—” + </p> + <p> + “And diamonds?” + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth, have you diamonds?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”, said Hogarth, smiling at the effect of ecstasy upon O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + “Prismic diamond!” cried the prelate: “but how—?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you want to enter my service?” + </p> + <p> + “Do I <i>want</i>?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I want a tutor, O'Hara; and you shall be the man. Undertake, then, + to teach me all you know in two years, and I'll give you—how much?—twenty + thousand pounds a year”. + </p> + <p> + “My son”, whispered O'Hara, “what a development—!” + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye. In Thring Street there is a little paper-shop. Come there + to-night at seven”. + </p> + <p> + He ran down the hill: and as he went northward, pushing his barrow, O'Hara + had a lens at his eyes, saw the meteorite, and wondered. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXVI. — FRANKL AND O'HARA + </h2> + <p> + Mrs. Sturgess, of the paper-shop, a clean, washed-out old lady, held up + both averting hands at her back door, as Hogarth threw back his kefie, + finger on lips; but soon, her alarm warming into welcome, she took him to + a room above, to listen to his story of escape. + </p> + <p> + “And to think”, said she, “there is the very box your sister, poor thing, + left with me to keep the day she went away, which never once have I seen + her dear good face from that day to this. Anyway, <i>there's</i> the box—” + pointing to a trunk covered with grey goat's-hair, the trunk to which the + old Hogarth had referred in telling Richard the secret of his birth, + saying to deaf ears that it contained Richard's “papers”—a box + double-bottomed, on its top the letters “P. O.”, with a cross-of-Christ + under them. + </p> + <p> + “But, sir”, said Mrs. Sturgess, “you must be in great danger here. I hope”—with + a titter—“I shan't be implicated—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be afraid, Mrs. Sturgess, it will be all right, and, for yourself, + don't trouble about the paper-shop any more, but buy a little villa near + Florence, where it is warm for the cough—don't think me crazy if I + tell you that I am a very rich man. Now give me a steak”. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Sturgess served him well that day with a pang of expectancy at her + heart! Always, she remembered, Richard Hogarth had been strange—uplifted + and apart—a man incalculable, winged, unknown, though walking the + common ways. He <i>might</i> be a “very rich man”... + </p> + <p> + His meal over, Hogarth threw himself upon a bed, to dream another trouble + of bubbles and burden of purples; woke at four; and, with a procured + cold-chisel, hammer, and a calico bag, went to the fowl-house where he had + left the meteorite, shut himself in. + </p> + <p> + Sitting in the dust there, he set to chisel out the gems from the porous + ore, and as the chisel won the luscious plums, held them up, glutting his + gaze, scratched his name on a fragment of window-pane, and was enchanted + that the adamant rim ripped the glass like rag: the whim, meanwhile, + working in him to purchase Colmoor, to turn the moor into a paradise, the + prison into a palace; where his old cell stood in Gallery No. III to be + the bedroom of Rebekah. + </p> + <p> + To see <i>her</i> that very night was a necessity! and when it was dark he + set out. + </p> + <p> + But that plot failed: on presenting himself at the front of the mansion, + he was sent round to the back, where he received payment, and was + dismissed; and when he again started for the front, intending to force his + way in, he decided upon something else, and walked back to Thring. + </p> + <p> + He reached the Sturgess cottage soon after six, ate, with a candle + returned to the lean-to to resume his work, and was still intent upon it + at seven, when Mrs. Sturgess ran out to tell him that “the gentleman had + come”. He said: “Show him up to my room”. + </p> + <p> + The first thing which O'Hara noticed in that room was the goat-hair trunk, + with the initials and cross, the initials his own. + </p> + <p> + After some minutes he furtively turned the key, dived into a mass of + things, paused to remember the whereabouts of a spring, found it, and, + lifting the upper bottom, peered beneath; saw a bundle of papers; and, + without removing the band, ferreted among them, and was satisfied—-Hogarth's + “birth-papers”. + </p> + <p> + He presently went to a back window, and saw ruddy streaks between the + boarding of the shanty, while sounds of the hammer reached him. + </p> + <p> + He would go and meet Hogarth: no harm in that; but it was stealthily that + he hurried down the stair and carried himself across the yard, grinning a + grimace of self-conscious caution, to peep through a cranny. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth's back was toward him, the iron leg lying near a box in which was + a sitting hen, on its top a candlestick, the calico bag, and a lot of the + gems: at which the priest's palm covered his awed mouth, and with a fleet + thievishness, like a cat on hot bricks, he trotted back to the cottage. + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes later Hogarth entered, nodding: “Ah, O'Hara...”; and he called + down: “Mrs. Sturgess! pen, ink, and paper!” + </p> + <p> + When these came, he sat and wrote: + </p> + <p> + “I have escaped from prison, and come into great power. I summon you to + meet me at the elm in the beech-wood to-night at nine. I beseech you, I + entreat you. I burn to ashes. Rebekah! My flames of fire! I am dying. + </p> + <p> + “R. H.” + </p> + <p> + He enclosed, and handed it, without any address, to O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + “O'Hara”, said he, “I want you to take that for me. Come—I will show + you the place. You ask in the hall to see 'the young lady': her name does + not concern you; but you can't mistake her: she is so-pretty. Give the + note to no one else, of course: it mentions my escape, for one thing. I + know you will do it well”. + </p> + <p> + He conducted O'Hara, till the two towers of Westring were visible; pointed + them out; then went back, and in an hour had finished his work on the + diamonds. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara, meantime, going on his way alone, muttered: “You go fast, Hogarth: + prelates of the Church your errand boys? But there is a little fellow + called Alf Harris...if he had seen what I have seen to-night, you would be + a corpse now”. + </p> + <p> + In twenty minutes he was at Westring, which he knew well, for twenty-five + years before he had lived in the Vale: but he supposed that Lord Westring + de Broom was still the inmate. + </p> + <p> + He asked to see “the young lady”, persisted, and after a time Rebekah came + with eyebrows of inquiry. + </p> + <p> + The moment O'Hara saw her well, his visage acquired a ghastly ribbed + fixity. Even before this, <i>she</i>, by one flashed glance, had known + him. + </p> + <p> + But she took the envelope with easy coolness. And, instead of then + returning upon her steps, went still beyond, and whispered to two men in + the hall: “Do not let that man pass out!” + </p> + <p> + As she again returned inward past O'Hara, she remarked: “You might wait + here a little”. + </p> + <p> + She travelled then, not hurrying, down the breadth of a great apartment to + a side room where her father sat, capped and writing; and she said: “Papa, + the man who assaulted me in the train is now in the hall. As his sentence + was three years, he must have escaped—” She was gone at once, the + unaddressed envelope, still unopened, shivering a little in her hand. + </p> + <p> + Frankl leapt up, rather pale, thinking that if the man had come <i>here</i>, + he must mean mischief; but remembering that the man was a gentleman, a + priest, he took heart, and went out. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara, meantime, stood at bay, guessing his exit blocked, while the + terrors of death gat hold upon him, the flesh of his yellow jaw shivering. + But he was a man of stern mind—stern as the rocky aspect of his + face, and the moment he saw Frankl coming (he had seen him in the Court), + he started to meet him—stooped to the Jew's ear, who shrank + delicately from contact. + </p> + <p> + “There isn't any good in running me down, sir”, he whispered in sycophant + haste. “I pledge you my word I came here without knowing to whom. O do, + now! I have already suffered for my crime; and if you attempt to capture + me, I do assure you, I strangle you where you stand! Do, now! I only + brought a letter—” + </p> + <p> + Frankl, half inclined to tyrannize over misery, and half afraid, swept his + hand down the beard. + </p> + <p> + “Letter?” said he: “from whom?” + </p> + <p> + “From a friend”. + </p> + <p> + “Which friend?” + </p> + <p> + “A man named Hogarth”. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara said it in an awful whisper, though not aware of any relation + between Hogarth and Frankl. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon an agitation waved down Frankl's beard. The news that “a man + named Hogarth” had written to his daughter would hardly have suggested <i>Richard</i>—safe + elsewhere; but, one night at Yarmouth, he had seen Richard Hogarth + inexplicably kiss his daughter's hand. + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth?” said he: “what Christian name?” + </p> + <p> + “Richard”. + </p> + <p> + The agonized thought in Frankl's brain was this: “Well, what's the good of + prisons, then?”—he, too earnest a financier to read newspaper + gossip, having heard not a word of the three escapes from Colmoor. + </p> + <p> + He said: “Well, sir, generally speaking, I'm the last to encourage this + sort of thing; but, as yours is a special case, I tell you plain out that, + personally, I don't mean a bit of harm to you. Just step into a room here, + and let us talk the matter quietly over”. + </p> + <p> + He led O'Hara to his study; and there they two remained locked half an + hour, conferring head to head. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXVII. — THE BAG OF LIGHT + </h2> + <p> + Rebekah, having excused herself from three ladies, her guests, alone in + her room opened her letter. + </p> + <p> + Glanced first at the “R. H.”, and was not surprised. He had “escaped”, had + “come into great power”: that seemed natural; but he “summoned” her to + meet him, and she saw no connection between his “great power” and his + right to summon her. + </p> + <p> + She held the paper to a fire, and, as it began to burn, in a panic of + flurry extinguished the edge, and hustled it into her bosom; then + perambulated; then fell to a chair-edge with staring gaze; then, rocking + her head which she had dropped upon a little table, moaned: “He is + mad....” + </p> + <p> + “My flames of fire! Rebekah! I am dying....” + </p> + <p> + He suffered; and a pussy's wail mewed from her; but with a gasp of anger + which said “Ho!” she sprang straight, and went ranging, with a stamping + gait, through the chamber, filling it with passion. “I <i>won't go</i>!” + she went with fixed lips, as something within her whispered: “You must”. + </p> + <p> + To escape herself, she went again to see what had happened with regard to + the convict, whose face would carry to the grave the scars of her nails. + </p> + <p> + There were no signs of any disturbance; and she asked a footman: “Where is + the man who was here?” + </p> + <p> + “With your father in the study”. + </p> + <p> + That seemed a strange proceeding: she felt a touch of alarm for her + father, and, passing again by the study, peeped; could see nothing for the + key, but heard voices. + </p> + <p> + This messenger of Hogarth, she next thought, was a criminal: he might + betray...so she stole into an adjacent room, to peep by a side door of the + study, and though a key projecting toward her barred her vision, the + talkers were near this point, and she could hear. + </p> + <p> + “The diamond block”, O'Hara said, “is the same which he rolled across the + bridge this morning; to that I'll swear”. + </p> + <p> + “Then it must be the very same block he showed me”, Frankl said in a + whisper; “that thing was worth millions....!” + </p> + <p> + “Undoubtedly it was the same”. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but Lord”, groaned the Jew in an anguish of self-deprecation, “where + were my <i>eyes</i>? where were my <i>wits</i>? I must have been <i>dreaming</i>! + No, that's hard!” + </p> + <p> + “Well—<i>nil desperandum</i>! Let us be acting, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “My own land—!” + </p> + <p> + “They are still safe enough: come—” + </p> + <p> + “He may have lost one or two—in his excitement. Thousands gone! He + may have hidden some!” + </p> + <p> + “Tut, he has hidden none”, said O'Hara; “we may have all. Let us make a + move”. + </p> + <p> + “But he is a strong man, this Hogarth. Why do you object to the assistance + of the police?” + </p> + <p> + “What have the police to do with such a matter? Hogarth would simply + bribe. And there are three of us—” + </p> + <p> + “Who is this Harris?” + </p> + <p> + “He is a Cockney—assassin”. + </p> + <p> + Frankl took snuff, with busy pats at alternate nostrils. + </p> + <p> + “What will you tell him is in the bag?” + </p> + <p> + “Anything—rings—something prized by you for sentimental + reasons. We offer him a thousand—two thousand pounds. And he will + not fail. He strikes like lightning”. + </p> + <p> + “And we share—how?” + </p> + <p> + “Come—let us not talk of that again, sir. What could be more + generous than my offer? You divide the diamonds into two heaps, and I + choose one; or I divide, you choose; and, before I leave you, you give me + a declaration that it was by your contrivance that I escaped prison, and + that the gems which I have, once yours, are duly made over to me”. + </p> + <p> + “And you collar half!” gibed the Jew with an ogle of guile; “that's about + as cool a stroke of business as I've come across. You don't take into + account that the whole is mine, if the concern fell, as you confess, on my + own land! And just ask yourself the question: what is to prevent me + handing you over this minute to the police, and grabbing the lot? Only I'm + not that sort of man—” + </p> + <p> + O'Hara drew a revolver. + </p> + <p> + “You talk to me as though I was a schoolboy, sir”, said he sternly. “Be + good enough to learn to respect me. I am not less a man of the world than + you are, and quite competent to safeguard my own interests. Supposing I + was weak enough to permit you to send for the police, the moment they had + me I should tell of Hogarth in hiding; they would go for him, and he, + after bribing, may be trusted to take wing with the stones, leaving you + whistling. Or perhaps you would care to tackle him in person? He would + wheel you by the beard round his arm like a Catherine-wheel, I do assure + you. All this you see well, and pretend not to. Do let us be honest with + each other!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't want to be hard”, said Frankl, looking sideward and + downward, plotting behind an unwrinkled brow, intending to have every one + of the diamonds; so did O'Hara, who already had his plot. + </p> + <p> + “No, don't be hard”, said O'Hara: “<i>I</i> am not. I give you an + incalculable fortune; I take the same. Live and let live! Why should two + shrewd old fellows like you and me be like the dog which, wanting two + bones, lost the one he had? Come, now—give me your hand on it”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm hanged if you are not right!” cried Frankl, looking up with + discovery: “Share and share alike, and shame the devil! That's the kind of + little man I am, frank, bluff, and stalwart—Ha! ha! Give me your + hand on it, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! ha! you are very kind. That is the only way—absolute sincerity—” + and they shook hands, hob-nobbing and fraternizing, with laughs and little + nods, like cronies. + </p> + <p> + “Stop—I'll just ring for a drop of brandy—” said Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “No! no ringing!—thanks, thanks, no brandy—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you are as cautious as they make them. Oh, perfectly right, you + know—perfectly right”—he touched O'Hara's chest—“not a + word to say against that. I am the same kind of man myself—” + </p> + <p> + “Come; are you for making a move?” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed. Where is my hat? I suppose a man may get his hat!—ha! ha!—I + can't very well go in this cap—-” + </p> + <p> + “You use mine—with the greatest pleasure. I do not need—Ah? + quite the fit, quite the fit”. + </p> + <p> + “Why, so it is. Ha! ha! why, it's a curate's hat, and—<i>I'm a Jew</i>!” + </p> + <p> + “Excellent, excellent, ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + So they made merry, and, with the bitter lip-corners of forced merriment, + went out, while Rebekah, who had caught a great deal of that dialogue, + crouched a long time there, agitated, uncertain what to do. + </p> + <p> + That her father should coolly look on at an assassination for a fortune + was no revelation to her: she had long despised, yet, with an + inconsistency due to the tenderness of Jewish family ties, still loved + him; the notion of appealing to the police, therefore, who might ruin + Hogarth, too, did not enter her head. + </p> + <p> + She ran and wrote: “Your life and bag of gems are <i>at this moment</i> in + danger”; and sent it by a mounted messenger addressed to “The Guest at the + Paper Shop”. + </p> + <p> + But in twenty minutes the messenger returned to her with it, Hogarth + having gone to the <i>rendezvous</i> at the elm—long before the + appointed time. + </p> + <p> + When, accordingly, Frankl, O'Hara, and Harris arrived at the paper-shop + back yard, and Harris had stolen up the back stairs, he presently, to the + alarm and delight of the others, sent a whisper from the window: “No one + 'ere as I can see!” + </p> + <p> + And the search for the diamonds was short: for Hogarth had actually left + the bag containing them on the trunk, and Frankl and O'Hara returned with + it to Westring, holding it out at arm's length, one with the right, one + with the left hand, like standard-bearers. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, meantime, was striding about the elm, and once fell to his knees, + adoring a vision, and once, at a fancied step, his teeth-edges chattered. + </p> + <p> + Rebekah! He called, groaned, hissed that name, while his to-and-fro + ranging quickened to a trot. + </p> + <p> + And now, fancying that he heard a call “<i>Come !</i>” he stood startled, + struck into a twisting enquiry to the four winds; but could not locate the + call, ran hither and thither, saw no one. + </p> + <p> + “Come to me, little sister”, he wailed tenderly, while to swallow was a + doubtful spasm for him, her name a mountain in his bosom. + </p> + <p> + When he was certain that it must be nearer ten than “nine”, he set out in + the sway of a turbulent impulse to spurt for the Hall: but as he reached + the point of proximity between path and park, just there where her father + had stood that morning he saw her patiently waiting—ever since that + “<i>Come!</i>” + </p> + <p> + He flew, and was about to skip up the bank, when, with forbidding arm, she + cried: “Don't you approach me!”—and he stood checked and abject, one + foot planted on the bank, looking up, ready to dart for her in her + Oriental dress, flimsy, baggy at the girdle, her arms bare, her fingers + clasped before her, making convex the two tassels of the girdle, from her + ears depending circles of gold large enough to hoop with, a saffron + headdress, stuck backward, showing her hair in front, falling upon a shawl + which sheltered her frank recumbent shoulders. She did not see Hogarth at + all, but stood averted, implacable, unapproachable, looking across the + park, while Hogarth occupied a long silence in gazing up to where, like a + show, she stood, illumined by the moon. + </p> + <p> + At last he sent to her the whisper, “Did you call just now? Did you say '<i>Come</i>'?” + </p> + <p> + “What is it you want with me, Hogarth? You have '<i>summoned</i>' me: but + be very quick”. + </p> + <p> + “I told you: I am wealthier than all the princes—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, let me inform you that your life is in danger here; if you are a + wise man, you will not fail to leave this neighbourhood this night”. + </p> + <p> + “But no one knows—” + </p> + <p> + “It is known, Hogarth: your friends are false, and your enemies crafty. + You will have to walk with your eyes open, my friend. What will you do + with all the money?” + </p> + <p> + “I will buy the world, because <i>you</i> are in it”. + </p> + <p> + Now she flashed upon him one glance, in which there was astonishment, and + judgment. + </p> + <p> + “You said that so like my father! Hogarth among the dealers? I thought you + would be more squeamish, and arduous, and complex”. + </p> + <p> + “But if a man is famished, he is not complex, he runs to the baker's. You + can have no conception how I perish! And I cannot be contradicted-I claim + you-I have the right-I am the lord of this lower world—” + </p> + <p> + “But you do not see the effect of your words: you disappoint me Richard. + How of what the poet sings: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ...this is my favoured lot, + My exaltation to afflictions high? +</pre> + <p> + That is more in your line, you know, but you are dazzled, Hogarth-fie. To + <i>buy me</i>! And how would you like me afterwards, having renounced my + obligations? And how would I like <i>you</i>-I whose name is Rebekah, who + will mate with none but a wrestler, a fellow of heroic muscle? I feel + certain that you are dazzled. It is natural, I suppose—But are all + the people in the world so happy, that <i>you</i> too, can find nothing to + occupy you but the market-place, with its buying and selling? And to buy + <i>me</i>? I am <i>not</i> for sale! How dare you, Hogarth?” + </p> + <p> + With this she walked off; but, having a creepy instinct in her back that + he was on the point to follow, catch, and snatch her away, she span round + again, crying: “Do not follow me! Mind you! If you like, be at the + elm-tree again at half-past ten-and I will communicate with you. Goodbye—” + </p> + <p> + Now she did not once look back; and he had not heard that fainting + “Good-bye”, it had fainted so. + </p> + <p> + He found himself presently in his room at the paper-shop, and lay biting + the bed-clothes, spasm after spasm traversing his body. + </p> + <p> + Then, turning on his back, he lay with his face now toward the trunk, and + a little clock ticked ten more minutes before the fact stole into his + consciousness that the bag was not on the trunk. + </p> + <p> + For some time the disappearance was too stupendous to find room in his + brain. He got up and paced, stunned, just conscious of a feeling of + unease. + </p> + <p> + Now he was searching the room mechanically. It was not there.... + </p> + <p> + And again he paced, tapping his top teeth with a finger-nail; and now he + called down the stair: “Have you seen, Mrs. Sturgess, the calico bag you + gave me to-day?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, no”. + </p> + <p> + “Has anyone been in my room?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, <i>no</i>, sir! Only myself”. + </p> + <p> + Again he began to pace, and suddenly the grand reality stabbed his brain + like a dagger: he was poor.... + </p> + <p> + O'Hara! Where was he....? + </p> + <p> + His forehead dropped upon the mantel-board, and he leant staring downward + there, a miserable man. + </p> + <p> + But suddenly the man said quietly aloud, raising himself: “All right: + better so. O, I have not been myself—virtue has gone out of me—!” + </p> + <p> + Presently he noticed that it was near the hour of her unexpected <i>rendezvous</i> + under the elm.... + </p> + <p> + And nearly all the way he ran—wild to see her again—until he + neared the tree, when, descrying a female form, he came stooping with + humility, but soon saw that it was a girl, her head in a shawl, whom he + did not know. + </p> + <p> + And she, coming to meet him, said: “What is your name, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “I am Miss Frankl's messenger”. + </p> + <p> + “My name is Hogarth”. + </p> + <p> + “Will you turn this way that I may see your eyes?...All right: Miss Frankl + directs me to give you these”. + </p> + <p> + The girl, who had been weighted down toward the left, handed him an + envelope, and a steel box. + </p> + <p> + Never was he so bewildered! On the way home, he observed that the box had + three knobs of gold, surrounded by rays, and, inlaid in the top, the + letters “R. F.”; when he tore open the envelope in his room he found in + pencil on one half-sheet: + </p> + <p> + “Turn the 10 of the right knob to the ray 5; the 5 of the middle knob to + the ray 0; the 15 of the left knob to the ray 10: and the box will open”. + </p> + <p> + No more. When he had set wildly to work, and the lid turned back, his eyes + beheld the calico bag. + </p> + <p> + Rebekah had, in fact, before setting out to the <i>rendezvous</i> at nine, + seen her father and O'Hara return to the Hall, bearing the bag between + them; and, she, crouching at the side door, as before, had heard them + talk, arranging details. Her father had then said that before he could + write any document, he must either ring or go search for paper: and + suddenly she had heard an oath, a thud, a scuffle, had turned the key, + softly entered, seen the men struggling against the other door, a + revolver, held by the muzzle, in O'Hara's hand; and before she had been + sighted by the two desperate men, had had the bag, lying near on an + escritoire, and was gone. She had then sent some servants to the scene, + and hurried to her chamber. + </p> + <p> + Later she had heard that O'Hara had escaped through a window, and that her + father was raving below in a sort of fit: for Frankl supposed that O'Hara + had the jewels, as O'Hara that Frankl had them; and after tending her + father, she had dashed out to the <i>rendezvous</i>, the jewels then in + her room. + </p> + <p> + As for Hogarth, he did not neglect her warning: and, having left a note + for O'Hara, telling him where to find him, at Loveday's, took a late train + southwards. + </p> + <p> + By what marvel Rebekah had become possessed of the jewels he did not even + seek to fathom; but one of his uppermost feelings was shame for having + suspected O'Hara of stealing them: and for years could never be got to + believe in the bad faith of the prelate, his tutor. + </p> + <p> + Near midnight, on reaching the obscure townlet of Hadston, he there took a + bed—not to sleep. + </p> + <p> + At the tiny inn-window he made periodic arrivals, looked out unseeing at a + cart, a wall of flint and Flemish brick, and a moonlit country, then + weighed anchor, and swerved away on another voyage; then arrived anew, + looked out, saw nothing, and weighed. + </p> + <p> + He walked now in the dark of the valley of humiliation, with those words + written in flame in his brain: “This is my favoured lot—my + exaltation to afflictions high”: he had allowed a woman to say them to + him, and he went “<i>I!</i>” + </p> + <p> + He, the richest of men, was, therefore, that night poorer than any wretch, + brought right down, naked, exposed to death, and he filled that chamber + with his moans: “God have mercy upon me! a vulgar rich man...a dreadful + contented clown....” + </p> + <p> + But toward morning he lay calmer, weeping like Peter, and at peace. + </p> + <p> + Being without money, he sent the next day a small stone to Loveday, asking + him to sell it; also to meet old Tom Bates on the night appointed, and + keep him till he, Hogarth, came to London. + </p> + <p> + Four days later he received the money in the name of “Mr. Beech”, but the + old Bates had not kept the <i>rendezvous</i>; and a month later a + detective agency discovered that the fisher was dead. + </p> + <p> + At Hadston Hogarth remained two months, the most occupied man anywhere, + yet passing for a lounger in the townlet. + </p> + <p> + Here and now he was descended deep into himself, aspiring to greatness, + set on high designs; and, as the days passed, his thoughts more and more + took form, though sometimes, with a sudden heart-pang, he would flinch and + shrink, pierced by a consciousness of the unwieldy thing which he was at; + and he would mutter: “I <i>must</i> be mad”. Anon he would start and cower + at a distinct sound of cannon in his ears. + </p> + <p> + Usually, during the day, he had with him an atlas, a pair of compasses. + </p> + <p> + One day he took train, to see the sea. + </p> + <p> + Another day, happening to look into the goat-hair trunk, he saw that + account-book, containing the addresses of the signatories to his old + “association”, and was overjoyed. “Quite a little army”, he tenderly said: + “I won't forget them”. + </p> + <p> + After two months he left Hadston for London, having in his head a new age + hatched. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXVIII. — THE LETTER + </h2> + <p> + It was night when Hogarth broke into the presence of Loveday at Cheyne + Gardens with a glad face, crying: “Forgive me, my friend, for being a + boor!” + </p> + <p> + “You are forgiven”, Loveday answered with his smile, hastening to meet + him: “the broken picture, you see, is in a better frame, and so are we. + What could have made us invent a quarrel about—land, of all things!” + </p> + <p> + “Come, let us talk”, said Hogarth: “not long—all about land, and + sea, too. I suppose you have nothing to tell about my sister? Never mind—we + shall find her. Come, sit and give me <i>all</i> your intelligence. You + are not interested in land, then? You <i>will</i> be in ten minutes—it + is interesting. Listen: all the land of the earth is <i>mine</i>, and all + the sea especially—a good thing, for, for a hundred years Europe, + especially England, has wanted a master: the anarchy of our modern life is + too terrible! it cannot arrange itself; and now the hour has struck, + though none has heard the bell”. + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth! but you gabble like a mad god”, cried Loveday. “I am all in the + dark—” + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you”. + </p> + <p> + And he spoke, first going into his discovery at Colmoor, frowning upon + Loveday, ploughing the truth into his brow; proving how modern misery, in + its complexity, had its cause in one simple old fault, sure as the fact + that smoke ascends, or apples fall. And when he saw conviction beam in + Loveday's face, he next told what had happened at the elm-tree, and what + would happen-soon; whereat Loveday, like a frightened child, clung to his + arm, and once gasped: “Oh no—my God!” and once felt a gory ghost + raise horror in his hairs. + </p> + <p> + An hour afterwards they were bending over a sheet of paper, Hogarth in his + shirt-sleeves, writing, Loveday overlooking, suggesting, when two men were + announced, and in stepped O'Hara with bows and polished hesitations, + followed by his shadow, Harris; and, “Ah, O'Hara...” cried Hogarth, still + writing, “who is that with you?” + </p> + <p> + “A friend of mine”, said Loveday, for O'Hara had introduced Harris to him, + and he had adopted Harris as a human study, horrid, but amusing. + </p> + <p> + The moment O'Hara saw the face of Hogarth, he started, muttering: “He has + the diamonds back! God! is he a magician?” + </p> + <p> + And Harris drawled nasally: “Of course, you wouldn't know me now, Mr. 76! + Were there not ten cleansed, but where are the nine, it <i>is</i>”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth was silent—had not yet decided what to do with Harris. + </p> + <p> + “This is my tenth call here, Hogarth”, said O'Hara, “in the hope of seeing + you, and the streets, you know, are no small risk. You see how I am + muffled up, and this gentleman, too. By the bye, I have selected a cargo + of books for you—” + </p> + <p> + “No study for a month”, said Hogarth, “but I shall want you all the same. + Just come over here and watch me write this thing. You, Harris, sit right + over there”. + </p> + <p> + Harris cursed, but obeyed, while O'Hara came and bent under the golden + glow of the silk shade a brow puckered with a care of puzzlement, as he + read. + </p> + <p> + Then he fell into the work, and was soon the director of it—invaluable! + knew everything! remembered forgotten points; explained technicalities; + the proper person in each little State to whom the document must be + directed, the style of addressing him. Of one sentence he said: “That will + never do—lacks formality”; and of another: “Tut, they will laugh at + that—it is provincial and insolent”, distracted between the work and + his brandy glass. At last, about eleven, the three brains had produced a + letter. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth laid claim to the sea as his private property, and warned the + nations. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIX. — PRIORITY OF CLAIM + </h2> + <p> + A gentleman—a Permanent Under-secretary—stood one noon, his + back to a fireplace in a bright-carpeted room at the Foreign Office, + letting his eyes move over some opened letters submitted to him, and + presently came upon the following document, its crest a flag, containing + in blue the letters “R. F.”: + </p> + <p> + “17 LEADENHALL STR., E.G. + </p> + <p> + “To the Most Hon., + </p> + <p> + “The Marquis of Hallam, K.G., + </p> + <p> + “Foreign Office, + </p> + <p> + “Westminster, S.W. + </p> + <p> + “MY LORD MARQUIS: + </p> + <p> + “I have the honour hereby to make formal announcement to Your Lordship + that I am on the point of setting up in the midst of the world a new + Power, whose relations with the King's Government will, I trust, be + relations of friendliness. + </p> + <p> + “It is my desire that Your Lordship forthwith convey to the King's Most + Excellent Majesty the announcement which is the subject of this + Memorandum. + </p> + <p> + “My purposes and policy in the establishment of the new Power will + hereafter appear; and my properly accredited Ministers will, in due + course, present themselves at the Chancelleries of the world. + </p> + <p> + “Hitherto a British subject, it is my will to acquire diplomatic + recognition—as soon as such shall comport with the dignity of the + Great Powers—as an Independent Sovereign, under the title of: 'Lord + of the Sea'. (Address: 'Your Lordship's Majesty', or 'My Lord King'.) + </p> + <p> + “The domain of my Power will be the sea: and to the sea I hereby set up + claim as far as such points of latitude as have been attained by Man, and + over all degrees of longitude. Provided only: that nothing in this claim + shall be held to infringe upon the prior claim of any nation to a + 'three-mile limit' round its coasts, nor to any national fisheries + whatsoever, nor to any claim of the Kingdom of Denmark with respect to the + Sound. + </p> + <p> + “The validity of my title to the sea must be considered to rest on the + same basis as the title of any private owner to any area of the earth's + crust: namely, Priority of Claim. If one is valid, so, necessarily, is the + other, this title to land, based on <i>Priority of Claim</i>, being + admitted in the Law of all civilized Nations. + </p> + <p> + “This my claim will come into operation on this day three years hence. + </p> + <p> + “I have the honour to subscribe myself + </p> + <p> + “Your Lordship's + </p> + <p> + “Obdt. Servant, + </p> + <p> + “RICHARD HOGARTH “. + </p> + <p> + The Under-secretary, a pale, distinguished man, read this letter with a + little lift of one eyebrow, then let it drop from him into a waste-paper + basket. + </p> + <p> + At the German, the Turkish, capitals it met much the same reception. + Nowhere did it reach the eye of a Departmental Head. It went to Siam, to + the Prince of Monaco, to Ecuador, and was tossed to cumber a basket, or + moulder on a file. + </p> + <p> + But Hogarth, who knew that it would be instantly forgotten, had written it + so as to be able to say that he had written it. + </p> + <p> + At that time he was lodging in a top room in Bloomsbury, and had an + underground den in Leadenhall Street, on its doors the words: “R. Beech + & Co.” Thither in a brougham he drove daily, lying very low, but + holding in that den interviews with all sorts and conditions of men, and + feeling his way toward operations of dimensions so immense, that their + mere project had a modifying influence upon industry. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXX. — MR. BEECH + </h2> + <p> + During six weeks Hogarth lived that life of daily passage between Keppel + Street and his office, unknown to the general world, but spreading a noise + of rumour through certain circles of the business world. All day in the + den the gas-jets brawled upon him, he not for minutes casting a glance, if + a clerk brought a caller's name. And here was no novice modesty in the + tackling of affairs; as O'Hara, who would be there, said: “You must have + been <i>born</i> in the City; you have the airs, the very tricks, of + Threadneedle Street, you—Jew”. In a day the prelate counted seven + hundred and thirteen telegrams from the Terni Cannon foundry, many a + diamond dealer, polisher, cutter, the Vulcan Shipyard of Stettin, the + Clydebank, Cramp of Philadelphia, the Russian Finance Minister, San + Francisco, Lloyd's, metal brokers, the Neva, and one night, the eve of a + dash to Amsterdam, he, with O'Hara, Loveday, and five clerks, sat swotting + till morning broke, sustained by gin and soda-water. The priest lived with + wide eyes at the easy fleetness with which Hogarth rolled off him the + greatest affairs: as when on the day after his return from Holland he + stood, his thumbs in his waistcoat armholes, with quite the right air of + serene City-king, his tallness possessing considerable natural + courtliness, and the De Beers' Secretary sat before him, saying, “Well, + Mr. Beech, I have spent the morning with your brokers, and have felt that + I must see you personally before calling a meeting. This proposition is so + tremendous—” + </p> + <p> + “I only wish I had some time”, said Hogarth, “I would invite you to dine + upon the matter; but it is really so simple—everything at bottom is + merely twice two are four. And you are not obliged to turn over Kimberley + to me: only, in that case, as I have said, I shall be compelled to flood + the market with diamonds as cheap as cat's-eyes—” + </p> + <p> + When De Beers stared, Hogarth shrugged, saying: “I suppose I must convince + you—” and, unlocking a safe, he took out an <i>écrin</i> which + contained three stones. De Beers appeared to see Titania peering in their + fairy painting. + </p> + <p> + “Of stones of this water and carating”, said Hogarth, “we have two hundred + and eleven in the Bank of England, two hundred and thirty-eight in other + English and Continental banks, and seventy-five in safe-deposit. The + carating of these three is 111-1/2; and in the sixties, such as this one”—he + took a stone from among coppers in his pocket—“we have three hundred + odd on hand, all flawless, and an equal number cutting. When I point out, + what you know, that our mine is as yet without the delicate plant of + Kimberley, the stones being simply picked from the blue-earth by three + inexpert friends of the firm on the spot, you will recognize that the + wealth of a mine can no further go....” + </p> + <p> + He was rid of the visitor within six minutes, and within three weeks, by + knack and organization, had gathered into his hands most of the reins + necessary to the control of the world's trade in diamonds. + </p> + <p> + In an outer room sat O'Hara, writing, reading Theocritus, or a little book + on mediaeval embroidery, forefinger on cheek; and anon, absolutely without + motive, he would rise, creep, and peep through a keyhole at Hogarth, then + on stalking, bowing tiptoe, grinning a rancid grimace of stealth, get back + to his seat, and read—the tutor falling over head and ears in love + with his pupil: one of those passions that end tragically. + </p> + <p> + One day, as he so sat, the bell <i>pinged</i>, the door opened, and O'Hara + jumped to find himself face to face with—Frankl, who had come to see + the new diamond king, in the firm belief that Mr. Beech was none other + than O'Hara; and, “I thought as much!” said he. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sh-h-h</i>”, went O'Hara bitterly—“for God's sake! he is <i>in + there</i>—!” + </p> + <p> + “Who is?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Hogarth!</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but—” + </p> + <p> + “Outside—in the passage—” + </p> + <p> + They stepped out; and Frankl, his eyelids red, said: “I have only this day + crawled from bed with the blow you struck my temple, or I should have had + you before this—” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sh-h-h</i>. Your own fault, sir. <i>You</i> played false first—” + </p> + <p> + “Played false with my own diamonds? You hand me over this day one-half + those stones, or I bring a civil action for the whole, hound you to + beggary, and drag you back to your convict-cell where you come from”. + </p> + <p> + “Don't lift your voice, I beg of you. Tut, you rave. You can't bring a + civil action against a great millionaire who doesn't care to defend; and + as for me, I do assure you, I haven't fifty pounds to-day. <i>It is + Hogarth who is Mr. Beech!</i>” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Who?</i>”—Frankl obtruded a startled ear, frowning his eyes + small. + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth. He has the diamonds back!” + </p> + <p> + “Which diamonds? How did he get 'em?” + </p> + <p> + “He is—<i>in</i>—<i>there</i>: better go and ask him! He got + them by black art—by the aid of the legion of mediaeval witches + which wait on him—<i>God</i> knows how he got them! <i>You</i> gave + them to him! <i>I</i> gave them to him! but he's got them—<i>in—there</i>! + Better go and ask him—don't be afraid—just for the roaring fun + of it—” + </p> + <p> + “Hogarth?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—Hogarth, Hogarth”. + </p> + <p> + “Cheated the gallows? And out of prison? And rolling in my wealth, my + riches, my diamonds? Oh, no!—is that fair? A dog? Is that how the + world is run? God of Israel!” + </p> + <p> + “There is this to be said for him: that he <i>deserves</i> to be rich—” + </p> + <p> + “Who? So you are taking his part now?” + </p> + <p> + “Tut—!” + </p> + <p> + “There is no <i>tut</i> about it! You confess that you are nothing more + than a penniless hanger-on: well, then, I have <i>you</i>! back to prison + you go this hour—-!” + </p> + <p> + O'Hara's cheek trembled; but he said: “A sufficiently vain threat, sir: I + am Hogarth's tutor: he won't let me be taken. Don't waste your time, you + impotent Jew—” + </p> + <p> + “Tutor? That's good! What you teaching him?—murder? <i>outrage?</i> + He <i>ought</i> to have a tutor, he! That's good! Tutor! Well, suppose I + drop a line first post to your nice <i>pupil</i> to let him know that it + was his <i>tutor</i> who stole his diamonds—” + </p> + <p> + At this threat O'Hara felt himself outflanked; and though his eyes + surveyed the Jew unflinchingly during a silence, inwardly he had + succumbed. + </p> + <p> + “A man in Hogarth's situation”, he slowly said, “is always liable to + attack. Why should two sharp old fellows like you and me, whose interests + are identical, quarrel?”—and instantly Frankl took note of that + surrender, that weak spot, and knew that the man was his. + </p> + <p> + “Well”, said he, “so true—two old gaol-birds like you and me, eh? So + true, so true. But what beats me—who runs Beech's? Hogarth is only a + young farmer: he can't operate all the big things I hear about this Mr. + Beech—” + </p> + <p> + “Tut, you do not conceive the man as he is at all”, said O'Hara: “perhaps + you cannot. High finance, the first day he looked into it, ceased to + mystify him, for he goes always to the ground of things, touches bottom, + where first principles lie, and first principles are simple as two and + two. It was because he had discovered a first principle that he escaped + from Colmoor. And he is as nimble as six twisting minnows: what you or I + learned in a year he learns in an hour, and if he does not know the usual + way, not an instant does he hesitate to invent a way. You know about + Owthwaite's: how the recent shake-out of the market threatened their + collapse, like so many others'. Owthwaite's, in fact, had already + declared, when Hogarth decided to help them over. And how? Not Bills! He + filled up a call-in of two millions and a half by the India Council, + resettled loans and short-discount business, cheapened money, and in + twelve hours his <i>protégés</i> were off the rocks. And now I hear—” + </p> + <p> + “But why not buy a chapel, and preach about him? I hate—” + </p> + <p> + “Stop! O Lord—he is calling—” + </p> + <p> + “Here's my card; I want to see you to-night at that address at eight”. + </p> + <p> + And that night at Frankl's town-house in Hanover Square Jew and prelate + conferred, O'Hara for some time resisting, but finally again taking sides + against his saviour. He disclosed that Hogarth, beyond doubt, kept a few + diamonds in a goat-hair trunk in his room—enough to make two + ordinary fortunes, and also carried two or three, with some hundred-pound + notes on his person; and this was made the basis of a scheme for bringing + about the arrest of Hogarth, the first step being to get from Hogarth the + sum he carried about him, leaving him in a situation where he would find + himself powerless to bribe. + </p> + <p> + This Frankl undertook; and O'Hara promised to lend Harris, and some + friends of Harris. + </p> + <p> + Now, during these weeks Hogarth was living in some fear, haunted by + insecurity and a vision of Colmoor; and, remembering the theft at Thring, + with a consciousness of Frankl somewhere in him, he went not only with + diamonds on his person, but a revolver as well, and a <i>puñal</i> of + Toledo. + </p> + <p> + But three evenings after the conference in Hanover Square, he received + this letter: + </p> + <p> + “Dearest Richard: + </p> + <p> + “It is long since we have met. This is to let you know that I have heard + of your getting out, and your coming into great things, which has made my + heart rejoice. I, alas, am just the other way about. I am staying for the + next two days at Woodfield Cottage, Wylie Street, Finchley Road, N. I + understand that you are lying low, so better not come to see me perhaps, + but send me something. + </p> + <p> + “Your loving + </p> + <p> + “Margaret”. + </p> + <p> + And at sight of these words such a whirlwind transacted itself in the + brain of Hogarth, that he hardly awoke to sense till he found himself in a + railway compartment, going northward. It was only then that, reading the + letter again, he started. + </p> + <p> + The handwriting was hers! he was sure. But the words...? + </p> + <p> + “I, alas, am <i>just the other way about</i>”—“better not come to me + perhaps, but <i>send me something</i>”. There was a tone here not in + character. But her handwriting! This was no forgery. If she had written <i>from + dictation</i> that might explain it. + </p> + <p> + In this uncertainty he left the train, and took cab, scenting trouble + ahead. + </p> + <p> + The difficulty was to find Wylie Street, which was a half-built street of + five cottages in a new neighbourhood of brick, and when what was supposed + to be Wylie Street was discovered, the cab had to stop, for across it lay + bricks, hods and barrows in mud. So Hogarth alighted, and, peering, + stumbled forward: no lamp; above, a labouring half-moon riding a sky of + clouds, like a poor ship riding the bleak morning after a hurricane, her + masts all gone by the board: and Hogarth could just see that three of the + five cottages were roofless brick, the fourth unfinished, so the fifth, + alone on the other side, must be—“Woodfield.” + </p> + <p> + “Woodfield” was unlighted: and the moment he ascertained this, he felt + himself the victim of a plot; but not all the whispers of prudence could + hold him now from seeing the adventure through. Loudly he flung back the + little gate, with rash precipitancy entered: and as he sprang up the three + steps to ring, he was seized. + </p> + <p> + They were five, three being big fellows, two masked. + </p> + <p> + His main sensation was gladness that none, apparently, was a policeman; + and he set hilariously to work with his knuckles. This, however, could not + save, soon he was on his back, striking his head; but when he saw that the + object was to rifle his pockets, letting be, he managed to steal out the + <i>puñal</i> from his breast, and presently with a sudden upheaving and + scattering rage, was staggering to his legs. Before he could be stopped, + he was making for the gate, but close upon him ran one of the five—a + slim man, masked—who fired Hogarth's own pistol at his legs, but + missed: whereupon, Hogarth, with a backward twist, struck at random with + the dagger, which entered the man's breast. But at the same time a whistle + shrilled, and from an opposite cottage rushed out at last what he dreaded—three + policemen. + </p> + <p> + These had been placed there on the understanding that it was thither that + Hogarth would go, the object of the plot being to rifle his pockets before + he was officially taken; and it succeeded to the extent that his pockets + <i>were</i> rifled: but he knocked down one officer, and dodged the other + two, reaching his taxi; and, having previously arranged with the cabman, + got off racing. + </p> + <p> + But the masked man whom he had struck down was Harris, who for weeks lay + raving in fever—an ill-fated stroke, for Harris had a memory. + </p> + <p> + As for Hogarth, he rushed home to Keppel Street, hurried down the trunk, + and was off to Cheyne Gardens. + </p> + <p> + “Well”, he cried, breaking in upon Loveday, “this phase of our life is up! + Look at my clothes: I have had a fight—Frankl, I suppose. I wanted + to live a simple life for two years: but they won't let me, you see. Ha!—then + the other thing. From this night we bury our identity under mountains of + splendour. It is disgusting to me, this life, skulking, thinking to bribe + honest men. Meantime, you must find me some room to hide in with the trunk—mustn't + stay here to-night. And to-morrow you buy me a boat to take us off from + some point of the coast—Come—” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXI. — THE HAMMERS + </h2> + <p> + Within six months Hogarth, as distinct from “Beech”, had risen upon the + consciousness of Europe, say like the morning sun: and the wearied worker, + borne at evening through crowded undergrounds, might read his name with a + listless incomprehension. + </p> + <p> + He impressed the popular fancy, especially in Paris, where he was best + known, as erratic: as once when, by a stroke of financial sleight-of-hand, + he got the young Government of Russia into a tight place, then refused + them a loan, except on condition of the lease to him of the Kremlin: and + for three months squalid old Moscow was the most cometary Court anywhere—acts + savouring of a meteorite waywardness which impressed him, more than + anything, upon the everyday world; and he won a tolerant wonder. + </p> + <p> + However, an outcry, led by the <i>Intransigeant</i>, denounced his + acquisition of the site of royal St. Cloud for his Paris residence on the + ground that he was a Jew, betrayed by his face—an accusation which + caused the buying up of hundreds of thousands of his photographs—and + on the ground that his design was to familiarize the people with the idea + of his sovereignty, and by a <i>coup</i> to seize the Government; at which + Paris was in a ferment, and a midnight mob traversed the <i>Bois</i> and + demolished some of his mason-work. The next day, however, the Minister of + the Interior announced from the Tribune that Hogarth was no Jew, but an + Englishman <i>pur sang</i>; and, on the whole, Hogarth had his way: the + noise died down; and where parterres and avenues had stood on the old + palace site, there arose one of those enchanting fabrics, which, from the + Bosphorus to London, bore the name of “The Beeches”. + </p> + <p> + At this time he had dependent upon him a retinue, serving him in + multifarious ways from electrical adviser to spy, and from chancellor to + recruiter, numbering many hundreds. He knew five thousand faces by sight; + in England had two armies—a small one collecting data as to + acreages, tenures, trades, scales, wages, prices, crimes, mines, and a + large one, numbering five thousand, doing gun-practice in Westring Vale: + for, England being for sale, he had bought at thrice its market value that + part of it called Westring; and on the sea also he kept a little army of a + thousand, borne in old cruiser-hulks bought from the English Admiralty, + hulks whose crews, in rotation, changed places with drafts from the + Westring barracks. + </p> + <p> + Once he disappeared from Europe, and when he returned the President of the + Republic of Ecuador, thenceforth one of his closest friends, was with him; + whereupon, through newspapers in the pay of Beech's, the rumour commenced + to appear that the Ecuador Government was giving orders for coast-defence + on an unparalleled scale, in view of probable hostilities with Peru. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of which activities O'Hara said to him one morning: “You can + now be called a mathematician”. + </p> + <p> + “I have many admirers, and but one teacher, O'Hara”, Hogarth answered: + “teach me”. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara cut a secret grimace. + </p> + <p> + After the failure of the Finchley Road plot he had had another repentance, + and had set himself earnestly to the cultivation of Hogarth's mind; but + the priest's spirit was not “erect”; he had “falls”; maintained a + correspondence with the Jew, whose eye of malice never slept; and once at + Cairo, twice in Paris, Hogarth had to use words like these: “I must tell + you, O'Hara, that I have heard of your recent behaviour. Naturally, there + are those that see for me, and I do not mean to be compromised by your low + revels”. + </p> + <p> + “Wretch that I am!” broke out O'Hara with smitten brow, and for half a day + was on his knees in an affliction of self-reproach. Yet the same night he + wrote a letter to Frankl containing the words: “You do not know, <i>you + cannot dream</i>, the high and slippery road which H. has chosen for his + feet: the future is <i>big</i> with events. Wait: his sublime path is not + without pitfalls....” + </p> + <p> + Study with O'Hara was in the morning; at night, when possible, that other + study of the working world: and often then Hogarth would withdraw from + opera in the St. Cloud palace, or from some “crush”, to give an hour to + the river of statistics with which he was inundated. + </p> + <p> + Till these years he had never seen into the sea of things as it is: his + life so isolated—had not even read newspapers. + </p> + <p> + Now he saw and knew. There below him blazed some masque of beauty and + majesty, moving under a moonlight of blue-darting jets of electric light + all among colossal columns of alabaster robed in vine and rose; or there + below some Melba voice, all trembles and maze of wobbly trebles, warbling: + and the thronged hall sat tranced; but before <i>him</i>—figures: + parents killed their children for insurance-money—keeping children + in cellars till their flesh grew green, keeping sore the stumps of + children's legs; with some trades certain comic-sounding names had got to + be associated, “potter's rot”, “phossy jaw”,—enormous horror; each + day in England one million people had to seek pauper-relief, many + perished; of aged persons 40 per cent were permanent paupers; children + were paid 2-1/2d. for making 144 match-boxes; pretty girls (though pretty + girls were detestably rare) were allowed to work, nay <i>forced</i> to—far + harder than any ten savages ever dreamt of working; in Glasgow 41 of every + 100 families lived in one room: fathers, for weeks, did not see their + children, except asleep; girls took emetics to vomit up cotton-dust—enormous + horror, comic-opera in Hell: and below in the “crush” the voice of the + warbler, cooing, shook. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes he would mutter: “But that can't be true!” There, though, the + figures lay; and presently he would take heart, and say: “Well, not for + long now, God help me....” + </p> + <p> + Whether God helped him or not, certainly Man was helping him: ten thousand + and ten thousand hammers—from Spezzia to Belfast—in + model-office and mould-loft and rolling-mill—in foundry and yard and + roaring forge—were ringing upon metal for him, their clamorous + industry clattering over Europe and America carillons of his name. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXII. — WONDER + </h2> + <p> + Almost suddenly that noise of chiming hammers reached the general ear. + </p> + <p> + First in the German Admiralty was wonder when a spy, engaged as a workman + at Birkenhead, sent to his Government information that the British + Government was up to something: something of a novelty so extraordinary, + that as yet he could form no conception as to its object. That it was + intended for the sea one must suppose: yet it was evident that nothing of + such odd draughtsmanship—of such mastodon proportions—had ever + yet taken the water. + </p> + <p> + He had been clever: had penetrated even the model-office, peered at + detailed draughtsman's-plans, developed from the original specifications, + as well as at orders for Krupp plates, frames, etc.; had listened in the + yard to the talk of four naval men acting as a Board of Inspection; was + able to give details of the machining of enormous processed plates to + sizes determined by templates, the length of pan-headed rivets, the + specific gravity of an average cubic foot, the scarfing of edges, the + accumulation of prepared material. The wooden half-model, he said, was a + one-ninety-sixth, instead of the usual one-forty-eighth; yet, even so, it + was 5 ft. 7-1/2 ins. long, as much broad, and 1 ft. 3/4 in. high. This + meant that the structure would measure 180 yards square—over + one-tenth of a mile—with a depth of 34 yards. Already the + far-reaching chaos of scaffolding had run up eight yards, with stringers + and frames to a like level. There were no keel-blocks, for there was no + keel—or rather, the keel was a circular plate a yard in diameter, + resting on a single block, the shape of the structure to be a perfect + square, along the sides of which four battleships might lie like + toy-boats: the bottom, from circular keel to upward bend, having the same + shape as a battleship's seen in midship section, only with four faces + instead of two. From the knee-bend the sides ran up perpendicular; but at + the level evidently intended to be the water-line they struck inward, so + that the flat roof was smaller than the area below; the position of this + water-line giving a definite clue to the intended displacement; and this + again showing that the whole—roof, sides, bottom, and all—would + be one wall of Simmons armour—steeling and backing—layer on + layer—no less than 4ft. 9-1/4 ins. thick. + </p> + <p> + Yet this stupendous ark, or citadel—so simple was its plan—would + be turned out in less time than a second-class cruiser; and its cost, + apart from yard-modifications and groundways, small in proportion. + </p> + <p> + This, and much else, the spy reported: but the new fact was obvious as the + sun; the British and French Intelligence Departments, too, were soon + conning it; and a week later it was established that, not one, but at + least eleven, such structures were a-building in the world. + </p> + <p> + There went the rumour: “It is the Government of Ecuador's order....” + </p> + <p> + This was at the end of April; Hogarth, obeying some instinct which + continually drew him toward Asia, then loitering alone in Trebizond + tea-gardens and bazaars, buying a braid-bag, mule-trapping, or silver + sword of the Khurdish cavaliers; while Trinity House gave the alarm that + if ever the steel monsters, whatever their object, were launched, “they + would constitute, in the absence of proper precautions, a serious danger + by night to the world's mercantile marine “, and while Lloyd's, the + Maritime Exchanges, the Hydrographic Offices, lived in a species of + amazement, and were already putting the steel islands into the gazetteers + and manuals; the newspapers, too, inundated with the views of the public, + took sides, maintaining, some of them, that it was the part of Governments + to ascertain the objects of the new works, others that any tampering with + their progress at this late stage might even mean revolution, so profound + was their intimacy with industry. Hogarth, meanwhile, having come to El + Khiff, the camp of the Bedouin pilgrims, there spent some days, and then, + passing between Jerusalem and Jericho in a caravan of Moabite sheiks, went + visiting the holy places of Israel, everywhere examining the country, + especially its agriculture, with great minuteness. It was only on his + return to Jerusalem that he heard of the agitation in Europe: and at once + set off Westward from Joppa. + </p> + <p> + From his arrival at Paris toward the end of May the wildest legends, + originated by him, began to be printed, the most persistent relating to + the diamond and banking House of Beech, which, it was given out, had + discovered diamonds within the crust of a Pacific rock-island: the new + structures, ordered by them, being designed to blast the coast-wall with + dynamite guns. Cavillers pointed out that diamonds never occur in nature + in this fashion, and that, even so, it did not need a fort made of armour + five feet thick to fire off dynamite guns; but so continuously was the + thing repeated, explained, and puffed, that when the London manager of + Beech partially admitted it, the most incredulous acquiesced; though at + the very same period it was proclaimed that the President of the Ecuador + Republic, Hogarth's friend, had admitted to the Great Powers that the + forts were to his order (as, in fact, they nominally were); and + anti-climax was reached when a naval expert, asked to do a hurried article + for the Times, made some error in calculation, and came out with the + statement that the fort-things would sink of their own weight. This + article was headed “Beech's Folly”; and even when the error was detected, + the roar of merriment retained its momentum and rolled: so that, to the + hour of the first launch, the enterprise was commonly referred to as + “Beech's Folly”, and scarf-pins, ink-stands, etc., in the shape of the + forts, were sold with that superscription: “Beech's Folly”. + </p> + <p> + This, translated into French, became that horrible gallicism: <i>la bêtise + Biche</i>. + </p> + <p> + Gradually, however, the Ecuador-Beech rage died down the hammers, heard + for nine days through the turmoil of the world, were again drowned in it. + The scarf-pins ceased to sell. The 'buses rolled, the Bank cashed notes, + the long street roared—and all was as usual. + </p> + <p> + Only, in the valley of Westring there was drill and target-practice and + barrack-life routine, the Westring-eccentricity being associated with the + millionaire, Hogarth, the island-eccentricity with the House of Beech: and + in the popular mind Beech and Hogarth were two notions. Islands were + building in Italy, France, Germany, Russia; in England, Scotland, Ireland; + at Maine, Baltimore, Newport News: but the Governments, lacking the + machinery, and also the initiative, and judging to-morrow by yesterday, + gave no sign from their Olympus. + </p> + <p> + In June, John Loveday being then at Westring, one morning O'Hara arrived, + he, too, having left mediæval chasubles to grind at war, and though he no + longer taught Hogarth, a relation persisted between them; and always not + far from O'Hara was to be found Harris, living now on the pinnacle of + dandy bliss, twisting a dandy stick. + </p> + <p> + It was on the last night of this visit to Westring that O'Hara at a late + hour went with stealth and hesitations along a corridor of the Hall, and + finally tapped at Loveday's door, who, detesting the priest, and reading + in bed, disgustedly dashed off his cigarette ash, as he called: “Come in”. + </p> + <p> + And a long time they spoke of things other than the real object of + O'Hara's visit, till O'Hara said: “But—may I ask you something?” + </p> + <p> + “Do”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, now, you are a fellow more in the counsels of Hogarth than another. + I want to ask you right out frankly—is it a fact that Hogarth is + choosing Admirals for the islands?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe it is”, answered Loveday with his long-bow smile of amusement: + “I already know, for example, that Saltoun will admiral the <i>Homer</i> + in the Indian Ocean, Vladimir the <i>Ruskin</i> in the Atlantic Crescent, + and the young Marquis of Erroll the <i>Justice</i> in the Yellow Sea”. + </p> + <p> + “Those all?” + </p> + <p> + “All I know of. I believe, however, that Hogarth is in the throes of + decision as to the rest”. + </p> + <p> + “I see”. + </p> + <p> + There was a silence full of Loveday's smile. + </p> + <p> + “But”, said O'Hara, “what I meant is this: you know what I have been to + Hogarth; without me, what could the poor fellow have done, after all? I + have taught him to think, to dance, and to dine. Now, then, I ask you + right out frankly—am <i>I</i>, my son, in the list of Admirals?” + </p> + <p> + Loveday, flushing, started upright, and sank back. “No, I don't fancy that + your name is among those entertained, O'Hara”. + </p> + <p> + “We will see about that. Woe to Hogarth, and to his advisers, if he dare + slight O'Hara, my son! What! after preparing myself with toilsome zeal for + this post? and after two promises from Hogarth's own lips—?” + </p> + <p> + “I deny the promises on Hogarth's behalf”. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you! Hogarth looks upon you as a plaything. I do assure you, you are + not taken seriously, Mr. Loveday. How should such as you know what Hogarth + promises or designs? “—his cheeks trembling. + </p> + <p> + And, Loveday, smiling again, though pale: “Well, if we admit the + promises...but—have you accurately acquainted Hogarth with your + past, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Most decidedly, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “If you have not, I think he should know it”. + </p> + <p> + “Your threats do not affect me, sir! In three days I shall be in + Petersburg with Hogarth, and shall take a pleasure in writing you the name + of the island to which I am appointed”. + </p> + <p> + “In three days I also—!” He stopped: but O'Hara understood. + </p> + <p> + Now the door rushed open, and in looked Harris in under-vest and drawers, + beneath his arm a bundle of walkingsticks, which he had been caring and + telling. + </p> + <p> + And “'Ere”, he drawled, “when are you coming to 'ave that bit of cold + mutton? It's past twelve o'clock as it is”. + </p> + <p> + “I am coming, boy”, said O'Hara, rising with brisk obedience. + </p> + <p> + “Then, come, why don't you! There were shepherds watching their pretty + little flocks by night, but to leave a man watching the cold animal is a + bit out. Come along!”—and O'Hara went. + </p> + <p> + He reached Petersburg twelve hours before Loveday, his reason for choosing + that time being his knowledge that Frankl was in Petersburg, and with him + Rebekah, Frankl being in a deal with the new-régime Minister of Finance. + </p> + <p> + For, as O'Hara had been asking himself the agonized question: “By what + absolute <i>finesse</i> can I, <i>just now</i>, win Hogarth?” the mere + presence of Rebekah in the same city with Hogarth drew him thither. + </p> + <p> + But the next day, when Loveday came, nothing had been done—no chance + of <i>tête-a-tête</i> with Hogarth: and that day was O'Hara an anxious and + tremulous man, living on the tip-toe and <i>qui vive</i> of lynx-eyed + keenness. + </p> + <p> + The same night at a masque at the Palace of Peterhof Loveday got a chance + of dialogue with Hogarth, they seated amid greenery and coloured gleams, + Hogarth groomed to the glittering glass of his shoes, his legs stretched, + arm akimbo; and presently Loveday led the talk to things of the sea. “What + an extraordinary activity! The British Government launches the <i>Peleus</i> + next Monday at Deptford—the first 28,000-ton war-boat; and seven + cruisers on the slips. Then the French, Austro-German, Russian—” + </p> + <p> + “Ha!—I know. They won't build long”. + </p> + <p> + “Still the confidence?” + </p> + <p> + “You can only ask, my dear boy, because you do not yet see what a thing + the battleship really is—much more than half a sham. The march of + invention is from the complex to the simple: for simplicity is strength; + but to the moment when I began to construct, naval construction had not + followed this law: for from the old smooth-bores, aimed with tackle and + quoin, to the present regime of electric wires, you have had a continual + advance in complexity—always within the same little arc of thought—till + now the most complex of things is a battleship; and if you ask me which is + the weaker, a battleship or a watch, I answer a battleship—<i>weak</i> + meaning liability to the injuries which they were built to resist. In such + a case as that of the <i>Maine</i>, sunk at Havana, one might fancy that + the task of naval constructors is to turn out a thing to sink with a + minimum of trouble; and you remember the <i>Camperdown</i> and <i>Victoria</i>, + how, playing about together, one happened to touch the other, when down + plunged that other. These ships are a compromise between three <i>motifs</i>—speed, + resisting attack, and attacking: and the first is so antagonistic to the + second, and also to the third, that the net result is almost a Nonentity, + or No-Thing. Nothing, in fact, could be more <i>queer</i>, unfounded, than + these ships; and the future will look back upon them with pity. Hence the + simple islands, following the law: and don't think t hat their efficacy is + a thing riskier than arithmetic itself.” + </p> + <p> + “Good”, went Loveday. “But, Richard—captain your islands with decent + men”. + </p> + <p> + “You have something on your mind: what is it?” + </p> + <p> + “It is—delicate. Have I your permission to speak?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, John, yes”. + </p> + <p> + “Well then—is O'Hara to be an Admiral?” + </p> + <p> + “Old Pat? Hardly, I think. He may. But no—I don't think. Poor old + talky-talky. He has worked hard for us, John: and his fund of experience, + in one way and another, has been invaluable. Well, I don't know: I have + had the idea, but I don't suppose that, in reality—Still, I am fond + of him, John. Such a tongue, and such a versatile brain, is he! He was my + comfort for many a sombre day in prison—” + </p> + <p> + Listening near with rancid grin behind some greenery, O'Hara kept nodding + emphatic assents of satisfaction to Hogarth's praise. + </p> + <p> + “But, stop”, said Loveday: “do you know why he was in prison?” + </p> + <p> + “He was innocent”. + </p> + <p> + “Of what?” + </p> + <p> + “Of stealing some diamonds entrusted him by the Pope”. + </p> + <p> + “Bah! he lies. His trial was a <i>cause célèbre</i>, and hence the false + name he gave me at first: the moment I heard you say 'O'Hara' I knew the + man. He had committed an assault upon a lady in a train—” + </p> + <p> + “Beast that he is”, went Hogarth, while O'Hara's eyes started from his + head: “and liar, too, it seems. Ha!—he gave me the most + circumstantial story. Why didn't you tell me this before?” + </p> + <p> + “It was delicate—” + </p> + <p> + “Beast that he is. Yet how complex is character! the man's tenderness for + his Church is so charming—” + </p> + <p> + “Fiddlesticks! Look here, Richard, I am come all the way from Westring to + tell you this thing. Don't you give vast powers to that man: it isn't + decent; and I have a feeling that it will be a baleful piece of weakness. + And don't get easy, and tolerant, and fat in the eyes, Hogarth. That is a + very significant Bible-story—the implacable disaster sent upon old + Eli for no greater crime than a <i>bonhomme</i> indolence. And in order to + arouse your wrath against this O'Hara, I am going now, against my will, to + tell you something: the name of that lady in that train”. + </p> + <p> + “Someone whom I know?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + For a moment Loveday's answer hesitated: and in that moment, O'Hara, with + lightning decision, had his mouth at Hogarth's ear: “Come with me quick—then + fall down and worship me for a month! <i>Someone is in the Malachite Hall!</i>” + </p> + <p> + Like sudden death Hogarth's colour fled his face; in another instant he + was a blind, oblivious wight...had known that she was in Petersburg; but + not that she was at the masque. + </p> + <p> + In a moment shrubbery, lights, all life, rushed into transformation for + him: and with an excitement of the eyes, the bloodshot left looking + bloodier, he went after O'Hara, tossing back at Loveday that fatal saying: + “<i>To-morrow</i>....” + </p> + <p> + A little previously O'Hara, having got from Frankl details of Rebekah's + dress, had spotted her in primrose silk, black mask and domino, and soon + with Hogarth refound her in the crush: whereas Hogarth went about + prospecting over the crowd, with that excitement of his red-veined + eyeballs, once even entered into talk with a group of four diplomatists, + but all the time with eyeballs absent in hankering tracking, out prowling + after one morbid form, as the stallion's prowls after his Sally. + </p> + <p> + After an hour she said in French over her shoulder: “Why follow me?” + </p> + <p> + And as he bowed compliance, she added: “Are you well?” + </p> + <p> + He said: “Yes”, and bowed, and she nodded twice, smiling a little, as they + parted. + </p> + <p> + He, on the wings of exaltation, made haste to salute the Throne and leave + the palace, rushing toward solitude to brood upon that smile, those + familiar nods, and the gentle “Are you well?”—in his landau with him + O'Hara, who persecuted him even to his bedroom; and when, after an hour, + the priest at last reappeared in a corridor, the night-lights there shone + upon an exultant visage, like a climber's who, after long clamberings, at + last stamps on the Matterhorn, and looks abroad. + </p> + <p> + When he entered his own room, he stood with a hung head, till, sharply + looking up, he ejaculated with amazed, realization and opening arms: + “Well, it's done!—I've got it!” Now he put forefinger to nose, and + cut a beastly face at himself in the mirror-wall. + </p> + <p> + The next day Hogarth rather guiltily said to Loveday: “Well, I have + promised old O'Hara the <i>Mahomet</i> for the Straits. Don't frown—I + owe him something, and the clever beast got over me in crazy moment”. + </p> + <p> + “Quite so”, Loveday coldly said: and thenceforth, the thing being done, + was mum as to the name of the lady connected with O'Hara's crime. + </p> + <p> + He returned immediately to England, having there many occupations, which + multiplied as the islands everywhere neared completion, the first of the + launches taking place at Spezzia on the 7th of February. + </p> + <p> + A fortnight before this event the Beech-fever had revived, the coming + launch being no secret, and the doubt whether “Beech's Folly” might be no + folly, and the question what, on the whole, Beech's Folly might really + bode, filled once more the consciousness of the Western world. By the 1st + of February a drop was recorded in many general securities, in + “governments”, rentes, and consols; in Berlin the bank-rate rose one per + cent.; it was stated that specie was accumulating in European vaults; + while up leapt futures-cotton in the Liverpool market. At last the First + Lord of the Treasury, in a speech at Manchester, gave sign of the + Government's consciousness of the new fact, saying that he could only + repeat the answer given by the First Lord of the Admiralty to the recent + Deputations of the Chamber of Shipping and of Merchant Shippers, that + Britain and the other maritime nations would know how to protect the seas + from any nuisance. He anticipated no nuisance. The structures popularly + known as “Beech's Folly” (prolonged laughter) would be provided with + lighthouses: and until they proved a nuisance on the ocean's fairways, the + Governments must permit to private enterprise that free hand which was the + characteristic of our age; moreover, a recognized Government had avowed + its association with these structures. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, the fever heightened. The light-system of the <i>Boodah</i>, + now included in the usual alphabetical lists of derelicts, was conned by + thousands of mariners, while in the crowded captains', underwriters', and + committee rooms at Lloyd's discussion buzzed and speechified in every tone + of gravity. Suddenly in the F. G. and S. clause marine insurance underwent + a profound modification; and it was then that the millionaire, Schroeder, + at that time a German clerk in the City, managed to borrow five thousand + pounds, and quickly cleared his pile by underwriting on larger F. C. and + S. terms. And again raged the sale of the islands as penny salt-cellars, + finger-basins, etc.; in broker's and sub-editor's office the tape-machine + clicked the hourly progress of preparations at Spezzia; while every + by-street was dreadful with that music-hall chorus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “To Spezzia runs the Pullman train; + The Follies soon their sense will teach; + We've Beech, O dear, upon the brain, + He brains upon the beach”. +</pre> + <p> + Meantime, the question of the drawing-room was “Are you going to Spezzia?” + and by the 7th so great a pilgrimage of tourists—experts, idlers, + cinematographers, special correspondents, ministers of state, Yankees, + officers, social stars—had flocked to the scene, that accommodation + failed in the town and surrounding hill-country, from Le Grazie on the + west, to Lerici on the east of the Gulf. + </p> + <p> + The morning dawned bright—Italian sky, tranquil Italian sea—and + by nine the harbour was alive with small-craft and Portovenere steamboats, + all gala with flags; on the land side, too, over the hills, up the old + road called Giro della Foce, and before the villages commanding the town, + spread a cloud of witnesses; while the multitude in possession of <i>permessos</i> + for the dock-region stretched across a hundred and sixty acres, perched on + every coign, and murmuring like the sea. + </p> + <p> + And all in the air a fluttered consciousness of the to-come, the present + nothing, an hour hence everything—like the suspense of nature before + gales, and that greatness and novelty of marriage-mornings: for such a + bride that day would rush to the brine as it had never embraced. + </p> + <p> + There lay the hulk, all nuptial in colours, her roof looking like a <i>plaza</i> + of Lima or La Paz at Carnival, flags in mountain-ridges round her edges, + flags in festoons, in slanting clothes-lines, in trophy-groups, on + bandroled poles, bedecking her; some scaffolding still round her; and + three running derricks, capable of wielding guns and boilers of 140 tons, + craned their shears about her. A temporary stair under flags ran right up + to a ledge above the waterline: from which ledge little steel steps led + here and there to the roof; round the edge of roof and ledge running two + balustrades, surrounding the hulk; and over that upper portion, four times + repeated in white letters ten feet high, the name <i>BOODAH</i> boomed + itself. + </p> + <p> + By eleven some seven hundred people stood and sat on the roof—the <i>élite</i> + of Europe, invited to the luncheon after the launch, seeming to the tract + of on-lookers quite dainty and visionary there, like objects mirrored in + an eye. And they formed groups, of which some chatted, and were elegant, + and some spoke the gravest words uttered for centuries. + </p> + <p> + “What, really, is the <i>Boodah</i>?” asked a Servian Minister of a + French: “is she a whim, a threat, or a tool?” + </p> + <p> + “She is too heavy for a whim”, answered the French, “too dear for a + threat, and too fantastic for a tool. Time will show”. + </p> + <p> + But this was no answer at all: something more to the point came from a + multitudinous tumult of sledges below—the workmen “wedging-up”. + </p> + <p> + At last, soon after noon, Hogarth, with a considerable following, was seen + ascending the steps, on his arm the Queen of the Ceremony—a little + Bavarian Gräfin, famous for her face: he, princely now with that + cosmopolitan polish picked up in Courts, bending above her with laughter, + making her laugh also, as they paced up. And at once the invited, + including the Board of Verification, entered the hull upon a tour of + sight-seeing, conducted by a manager of the contractors. + </p> + <p> + Already the set-up wedges had raised the <i>Boodah</i> from her + keel-block, and left her resting on the great braced ground-ways; and now + down to the sea's brink the greasers were busy, prodigals in tallow, + while, within, the seven hundred trooped from spectacle to spectacle, like + a tourist group guided through the Louvre. + </p> + <p> + An hour, and they anew appeared on the roof, trooping toward that + balustrade that faced the sea: upon which the throngs felt the impending + of the event, and intently watched. But there seemed no hurry, Hogarth all + gay chatter, anon lowering the lids a moment, as he looked over the water; + till suddenly hundreds of glasses detected a champagne-bottle with ribbons + in the christener's hand; and the consciousness of the moment come moved + the hosts when Hogarth, even as he chatted, disengaged a flag, and let it + fall: it was a signal; down it fluttered; and instantly, down there, + bustle broke loose, as the call “Saw-off!” went forth, and the saws set + flurriedly to fret through the timbers which bind groundways to + slidingways. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Now?</i>” whispered Hogarth at the christener's ear: and, even as he + spoke, the voice of a noising arose and droned from Spezzia, its hills, + its villages, and its sea; the <i>Boodah</i>, only half-liberated, + strained in travail; crashed from her bands; slipped down the greased + gradient—plunged—and, gathering momentous way, went wading + deep, deeper—like Behemoth run mad—amid a wrath of froths and + a brawling of waters, into the sea. + </p> + <p> + There, deep-planted, she stretched: on the surface appeared a reef of + steel; and the stirred-up water slapped vapidly upon those flanks, like + waters upon the Norway wall. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXIII. — REEFS OF STEEL + </h2> + <p> + Nothing was ever so scrutinized as the movements of the <i>Boodah</i> + during the next two months. + </p> + <p> + One morning three weeks after her launch three steamers took her in tow, + with progress so slow, that at nightfall they were still visible from + land; but the next morning had vanished. + </p> + <p> + Two days later they were met on the Genoa-Leghorn <i>route</i>, six + steamers then towing the <i>Boodah</i>, their course S. by W. + </p> + <p> + Again and again it was met, that funeral of the sea: the prone, tearing + steamers, the reluctant bulk. Sometimes a captain's glass might make out a + few men lost on the roof like men on a raft, smoking, seated, leaning over + a balustrade. + </p> + <p> + Southward and westward it swam. On the seventh day there arrived at + Ajaccio from Marseilles twenty-five bluejackets; and these, in a hired <i>speronare</i>, + put to sea, and joined the <i>Boodah</i> twenty miles from the coast. + </p> + <p> + Thenceforth, a smoke would be seen at a point of the roof, indicating that + she, too, was steaming: for it was known that she had a screw and a + rudder; and so closely was she observed, that her now added rate could be + fixed—two to three knots a day. + </p> + <p> + She must therefore have some small engines about 4,000 H. P.: and since + their <i>motif</i> could only be one thing, resistance to ocean currents, + this meant that the <i>Boodah</i> was intended to rest always in one spot: + a startling conclusion. + </p> + <p> + Occasionally a Surveying Service warship would peep above the horizon, + watching her. + </p> + <p> + As she passed through the Straits, seventy-five English blue-jackets put + out from Trafalgar, and joined her. + </p> + <p> + With such reports passed the weeks. Occasionally five or six coal-ships + would be seen about the <i>Boodah</i>; her number of tug-ships might be as + low as two; sometimes nine, ten. + </p> + <p> + At night she made a fine display, and homeward-bound boats from Cape Horn, + from Pernambuco, Para, Madeira, spoke highly of her two revolving-drum + lighthouses: for these, from opposite corners of the roof, at the rate of + a revolution per minute, poured into space two shimmering comets, like + Calais and the Eddystone—rapt spinning-dervishes of the sea that + hold far converse with the dark, till morning. And between these two ran a + festoon of electric lanterns, Japanese and Moorish, cut in ogives; and + festoons of coloured moons drooped round the balustrades, so that the + blaze and complexity of it presented to ships a spectacle of speckled + mystery, fresh to the sea. + </p> + <p> + After five weeks a hundred and seventeen blue-jackets put out from + Portsmouth in a chartered barque and joined her, she still in tow, making + now about N. by W. + </p> + <p> + But by the time this news reached Europe the eyes of Europe were no longer + given up to the <i>Boodah</i>: for <i>another Boodah</i>, called the <i>Truth</i>, + was a-tow through the North Channel from Belfast; and she had not reached + the Mull of Cantire, when a third was launched at San Francisco, so that + the interest of the islands became complicated. + </p> + <p> + What would they do? What could they? Compared with this question, the + riddle of the Sphinx was simple, the supposition that they were going to + batter coast-walls in the S. Pacific being hardly now tenable. The <i>Boodah</i> + finally came to rest some miles North of lat. 50° and East of long. 20°: + and there—just on the northern rim of the Gulf Stream where it + divides, part toward Ireland, and part toward Africa—she remained, + precisely in the middle of the trade-route between Europe and Boston, New + York, Halifax: a <i>route</i> covered for fifty miles—twenty-five + north, twenty-five south—by her 19.5-inch guns. + </p> + <p> + It is impossible to describe with how wild a heart, or thrilling a boding, + the world heard this thing: eight days later the International Conference + of Maritime Nations met at The Hague. + </p> + <p> + But nothing happened—or the opposite of what was feared: for, as + months passed, the <i>Boodah</i>, planted there in the ocean, rapidly + became the recognized gathering-point of the fashion and gaiety of Europe, + thither flocking the socially ambitious and the “arrived” together, and to + have been invited to those revels of taste and elegance became a + superiority. Gradually, as the names “Beech”, “Ecuador”, ceased to be + associated with the islands, the name of Hogarth took their place; and + Hogarth had engaged Wanda, sweetest of tenors, to a year's stay in the <i>Boodah</i>, + whose orchestra was the most cultured anywhere; Roche, her <i>chef</i>, + had two years previously been put into a laboratory to devote his soul to + the enlargement of his art; and he and that tenor lived in suites of the + <i>Boodah</i> such as most princes would consider Utopian. + </p> + <p> + Hardly anything in her interior suggested <i>the ship</i>: no hammocks for + marines, rolling-racks, sick-bay, lockers, steam-tables, wash-rooms, she + being just a palace planted in the Atlantic, her bottom going down to a + layer of comparative calm, so that hardly ever, in a storm, when the ocean + robed her sides in white, washed abroad her slippery plateau, and drenched + with spray her lighthouse tops, did the ballroom below know shock or + motion. Into her principal hall, far down, circular, one descended by a + circle of steps of marble, round which stood a colonnade of Cuban cedar, + supporting candelabra and silks; and from atrium-pools sunk in the floor + twelve twining fountains brandished spiral sprays, the floor being of a + glassy marble, polished with snakestone, suffused with blushes at the + coloured silks and at a roof gross with rose and pomegranates, hanging + chandeliers; round the raised centre of the floor stood two balustrades, + three feet high, hung with silks, the inner circle thirty feet across, + higher than the outer, forty-five across: a roseate room, strewn with + cushions, colours, flushes; but that raised space was empty: reserved for—a + throne. + </p> + <p> + The throne, still unfinished, had been three years making in India. + </p> + <p> + And during nine months the <i>élite</i> and joyous yachts arrived, not at + the <i>Boodah</i> only, but at others of the twelve which, one by one, + were launched and towed to position; and a round of events transacted + themselves in the fortresses: Marie Antoinette balls, classic concerts, + theatrical functions by <i>troupe</i> or amateur, costume-balls, + children's-balls, banquets of the gods, grave receptions. By now there ran + right across the <i>Boodah's</i> roof, in the form of a cross, two double + colonnades of Doric pillars, at the four ends being Roman arches: and + here, some summer afternoon, the passing ship would see a bazaar, all + butterfly flutter, feminine hues like flower-beds, cubes of coloured ice, + flags, and a buzz of gaiety, and strains of Tzigany music—rainbow-tints + of Venice mixed with the levity of the Andrássy Ut of Pesth. Sometimes a + fleet of craft would surround the islands. Besides, to each was attached a + yacht, and a trawler which continually plied for it between island and + land. + </p> + <p> + At this time Hogarth was deep in debt, and Beech's living upon credit. + </p> + <p> + So, gradually, a good deal of the awe which the structures had inspired + passed off. On the whole, they seemed mere whimsical castles-of-pleasure. + The trains of industrious ships grew habituated to their gaudy brightness + by night, to their seething reefs, or placid mass, by day. On foggy days + the mariner was aware of the islands wailing weird siren-sounds of + warning. The islands waved common-code signals of greeting to the passer. + Trinity House sent them the usual blanks and instruments for recording + meteorological observations. Their positions were marked in British + Admiralty Charts, in American Pilot Charts, in “Sailing Directions”. The + great greyhounds, racing to Sandy Hook, raved with jest past them. The + islands began to seem a natural part of the sum of things. There they lay, + stable, rooted, trite, familiar; and the question almost arose: “How came + it that they were never there <i>before?</i>”—just that object, of + that form and colour, seemed so old and natural in that particular spot. + So the frogs hopped finally upon the log that God sent them for sovereign. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, the more thoughtful of men did not fail to observe, and never + forgot, that no ship could possibly depart from, or arrive at Europe, + without passing within range of some one of the islands' guns. A row of + eight lay an irregular crescent (its convexity facing Europe) from just + outside the Straits of Gibraltar, where O'Hara admiraled the <i>Mahomet</i>, + to the 55th of latitude, where the <i>Goethe</i> lay on the Quebec-Glasgow + <i>route</i>: these commanding the European trade with the States and with + S. America, as well as with W. and S. Africa, and with Australia by Cape + Horn; another in the narrows of the Gulf of Aden, commanding the world's + traffic by Suez with the East and with S. Africa; another in the middle of + the narrows of the Kattegat, commanding all Baltic trade; another, fifteen + miles from San Francisco, and another a hundred and fifty miles from + Nagasaki, on the edge of the Black Stream, commanding the Japanese-San + Francisco, the Australian-San Francisco trades, and great part of the + Japano-Russo-Chinese. These were the principal trades of the world. + </p> + <p> + Like the despair of Samson awaking manacled and shaven, an occasional + shriek would go up from some lone thinker, who perceived that the kingdoms + of the world had lapsed into a single hand; and in the privy cabinet the + governors drank to the dregs the cup of trembling. But their speech was + bold, the matter hung long, the peoples ignored and wrought: there was + seed-time and harvest; the newsboy brawled; the long street roared. Far + yonder in the darkness and distance of the deep the islands flashed and + danced, and were fashionable. + </p> + <p> + Richard Hogarth held back his hand. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0034" id="link2H_4_0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXIV. — THE “KAISER” + </h2> + <p> + It was the habit of Hogarth, when in the <i>Boodah</i>, to rise very early + and ascend in flannels to one of the four doors opening upon the ledge—blocks + five feet thick, moved by hydraulic motors—and sometimes Loveday + would accompany these walks, they always seeing on the plane of the sea + some sail, or by a spyglass the fading light-beam of the <i>Goethe</i> + north, of the <i>Solon</i> south; or they watched how the <i>Boodah's</i> + galaxy, too, waxed faint and garish as some drama of colour evolved in the + East; saw gulls hover and swing, fins wander: and marking that simple + ampleness of the plan of sea and arch of heaven, their hearts felt + enlargement. + </p> + <p> + One morning, the 3rd October, Loveday was up even before Hogarth, having + started awake from a gory nightmare, this altogether not being a day like + others: and when the two friends met on the ledge, they walked a long time + in silence. + </p> + <p> + Only after the dayspring began definitely to dabble in its chromatic + chemistries Loveday at last remarked: “Did you ever think why I took such + pains to get you to come down with me to Lord Woolacot's last autumn two + years?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”, answered Hogarth: “you wanted me to see the model farms, and how + the young ladies fed the poor, and how the tenants loved their lord, and + everyone thought himself happy. Only, I didn't see what the pastimes of + Lord Woolacot's daughters have to do with the process of the suns, and + with the woe of Oldham. Ah, Lord, it is a job, I tell you, pulling this + vile thing straight! Of course, the eagle doesn't blink: but I am only one + man, and the world, and its stupid sins, are a tidy burden. Ha!—never + mind. Look at that big <i>Boodah</i> of a sun how he blooms: isn't he + launched and handled all right? Let us of this desert bend the knee to him + like the old Sabæans. There is hope”.... + </p> + <p> + It was known that on that day, at half-past eleven A.M., the <i>Kaiser + Wilhelm der Grösste</i> would pass on her second voyage within some miles + of the <i>Boodah</i>, this ship being the greatest afloat, having a + cargo-carrying deadweight of 45,000 tons, and travelling the waters like a + railway-train at 37 miles (32 knots). + </p> + <p> + So toward noon Hogarth, in a peaked cap, jacket, and white boots, was + again on the roof, a glass and book of Costonlights in his hand, while not + far off a knot of five officers in frockcoats talked, and near one + light-house, where a number of men stood, a flagstaff flew the ensign—blue + letters “R. F.” on a white ground, looking Russian; on the northern + horizon two fox-tails of smoke; on the western three diminutive sails; + between the two, quite real and big, a brig becalmed; and now the <i>Kaiser + Wilhelm</i>: for that yonder could be only she, with so fervent a growth, + from the first moment of her upward climb, did she approach. It was twenty + minutes to noon, and she was somehow a little late, that punctual strong + wrestler with space. + </p> + <p> + The officers on the <i>Boodah</i> spoke of her in low and stealthy voices; + looked at her with queer and stealthy glances. + </p> + <p> + “'As a bird to the snare...'” muttered one. + </p> + <p> + “She comes all right, but will never go”, said another. + </p> + <p> + “She will be always near us”, said a third. + </p> + <p> + “Life is an earnest thing, after all”, said a fourth: “there are wrongs, + it seems, which only blood can wash out: it comes to that at last”. + </p> + <p> + Now Loveday ran up, looking scared and busy, a quill behind his ear, + Hogarth now having the glass at his face, while his eyes struggled with + the reek from his cigar-end. + </p> + <p> + “Is that she?” Loveday asked him. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, poor boat”. + </p> + <p> + She was nine miles away; in four minutes she was less than seven, and now + distinct:—her three staysails; her four funnels; the stretched-out + space between her raked masts; her host of cowls and boats; her high + victorious hull, silently running. + </p> + <p> + And all along her lines were lines of faces thick as dahlia-rows in June—globe-trotters; + captains of industry; children; the Wall Street operator who plotted a + stroke in Black-Sea wool, and to him time was money—I guess; + commercial travellers, all-modern, spinning, prone, to whom the sea was an + insignificant and conquered thing; engineers; capped enthusiastic Germans, + going forth to conquer; publishers, ladies, lords, all the nondescript + prosperous: and all ran there blithe, sublime, and long drawn-out; and + they toyed with oranges, nuts; and they looked abroad to see the <i>Boodah</i>—ship's-surgeons + and officers with them—jesting, as they munched or sucked. + </p> + <p> + But the Captain who had often seen the <i>Boodah</i>, was log-writing in + the chart-room... + </p> + <p> + As her ensign of greeting ran up her main, her clocks struck twelve, the + full noon—like an omen—come; she not then three miles from the + <i>Boodah</i>. + </p> + <p> + And simultaneously with the hoisting of that ensign, and the striking of + those clocks, the old-worn wheels of Roman Civilization stopped dead. + </p> + <p> + The <i>Boodah</i> ran up the signal: “<i>Stop!</i>” + </p> + <p> + Those who understood rubbed their eyes: it was like a vision at high noon; + they could not believe. + </p> + <p> + At that news the Captain, a handsome fair-bearded man, rushed like a + madman from pilot-house to bridge, and the startled passengers saw his + lighted eyes. He had some moments of indecision; then down he, too, rang + that word: “<i>Stop</i>”. + </p> + <p> + The engines left off; the <i>Kaiser's</i> speed, as from heart-failure, + gave in, died away. + </p> + <p> + By this time all the passengers knew, in a state of tremor saw confused + runnings to and fro, and face caught from face dismay; the voyage was + spoiled, the record! What, then, had happened to the world? And now again + the <i>Boodah</i> is signalling: “<i>Let the Captain come</i>”. + </p> + <p> + The Captain's hands were shaking; he could not speak, could only gasp to + the first-officer: “By God, no; O, by God, no”. Then, as great quantities + of black-grey reek, wheeling all convolved, were now enveloping the + vessel, resting on the sea, reaching away in thinner fog even to the <i>Boodah</i>, + and as, the day being calm, there was a difficulty in reading the flags, + the Captain gasped: “Take the trumpet—ask them—But don't they + pay for this...?” + </p> + <p> + So out brayed the trumpeted query, and back the inexorable trumpeted + answer: “<i>Let the Captain come</i>”. + </p> + <p> + So, then, the <i>Kaiser</i> would never reach Sandy Hook? To put out + boats!—to parley!—while the earth span with quick-panting + throbs, every second worth seven thousand pounds! + </p> + <p> + “But don't they <i>pay</i> for it...?” so, with a painful face of care, + the Captain questioned space. + </p> + <p> + But he would be mild and patient as a lamb that day! His order went forth: + the ship forged ahead; a longboat, hurriedly lowered to starboard, was + manned for the first-officer to put off in her, while every heart of the + passengers thumped, every face an ecstasy of emotions. + </p> + <p> + Then a wretched, long interval... + </p> + <p> + The ship's-officers were received on the <i>Boodah</i> in a deck-room + containing a number of boats with castored keels, capable of being quickly + launched down an incline, where Mr. F. Quilter-Beckett, the Admiral, with + some lieutenants, awaited them at a bureau on which lay documents, while + in the background stood Hogarth and Loveday, and, “Gentlemen, this is a + most damned wild piece of madness!” broke out wrathfully the + first-officer, as he dashed up wild-eyed to the level: “in consideration + of the guns you have in this thing—” + </p> + <p> + “But your Captain?” asked Quilter-Beckett, a courtly man, with a + dark-curling beard, a star on his breast. + </p> + <p> + “The Captain won't come!” whined the officer in perfect English: “I + suppose you realize the terrible consequences of this stoppage, + gentlemen?” + </p> + <p> + “But you are wasting time, sir. You represent your Captain?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I represent—!” + </p> + <p> + “Then just cast your eye over this”—that so slighted letter, sent + years before by Hogarth to Foreign Offices, claiming the sea as his + private manor. + </p> + <p> + The officer read it half through with flurried closeness; then, “Well, but + what is all this?” he broke out: “is it a piece of comedy, or what, + gentlemen?” + </p> + <p> + “It is serious; and the last clause comes into operation to-day: only such + ships being held authorized to pass on the sea as pay to the first-reached + sea-fort on any voyage a tax, or sea-rent, of 4s. per ton on their + registered tonnage, with an additional stamp-tax of 33s. 4d. for receipt, + and a stamp-tax of £1 16s. 8d. for clearance. You will see at a glance the + clauses of the law, if you cast your eyes over this schedule—” + </p> + <p> + “Law!” the other broke in: “you talk of <i>Law</i>! But doesn't the sea, + then, belong by right to all men—?” + </p> + <p> + “Not more than the land. Ask yourself: why should it? But I do hope you + won't argue: your time must be so precious”. + </p> + <p> + Out shrilled the <i>Kaiser Wilhelm's</i> whistle of recall. + </p> + <p> + “I must go!” said the officer with a worried hand-toss: “I must go. If you + give me those documents, I will show them to the Captain—but he is + not the sort of man—this is mere piracy, after all! But, good God, + gentlemen, if you only dare touch that ship, I shouldn't put myself in + your place this day week for all—” + </p> + <p> + He snatched the papers, dashed, and his men, in a passion of haste, lay to + the oars, the <i>Kaiser</i> only four hundred yards from the <i>Boodah</i>; + and the officer, shaking aloft the documents, pitched up the stair, the + centre of five hundred pairs of scared eyes, while the captain bored his + way to him. + </p> + <p> + Two minutes of intense low speech, crowded with gestures: and suddenly the + Captain's face, till now haggard, reddened; out went his shaken fist; with + eyes blazing like lunacy, up he flew to the bridge; and now he is bending + down with howling throat: “Passengers to their berths!” + </p> + <p> + Simultaneously, above the engine-room stair a bell jangled; round swung + the pointer to “<i>Full Ahead</i>”; and ere the decks were cleared of + their bustle the <i>Kaiser</i>, like a back-kicking hen, scratched up + under her poop a spreading pool of spume, which tossed spasmodic + spray-showers and spoutings: and she stirred, stretched like a street, + churned the sea, and, wheeling to reveal her receding stern, was away. + </p> + <p> + By which time Hogarth was standing at a cubical cabin of steel on the + roof, with him Loveday and Quilter-Beckett, his brow puckered with + wrinkles, the sun troubling his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose the <i>chef</i> is warned?”—he threw away his cigar. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, my Lord King”, Quilter-Beckett answered. + </p> + <p> + And Loveday: “She sweats like a thoroughbred”—haggard, but assuming + calm: “few things could be more profusely expeditious”. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, make phrases, John,” murmured Hogarth.... “Well, but hadn't you better + be getting out the boats?” + </p> + <p> + Upon which Quilter-Beckett stepped into the little erection, touched a + button, and in a minute the water round the southern side was swarming + with twenty-three boats whose blue-jackets began to row toward the <i>Kaiser</i>. + </p> + <p> + And presently, “It's no use waiting”, said Hogarth, looking in upon + Quilter-Beckett: “I should mine and shell her at the same moment, if I + were you; tell them to get it in well amidships”. + </p> + <p> + Now a few seconds, full of expectation, passed, the <i>Kaiser Wilhelm</i> + already two miles away: till suddenly space opened its throat in a gulf to + bay gruff and hollow like hell-gate dogs; and, almost at the same moment, + close by the <i>Kaiser</i> a column of water hopped with one humph of + venom two hundred feet on high: when this dropped back broad-showering + with it came showering a rain of wreckage; and instantly a shriek of + lamentation floated over the sea, mixed with another shriek of steam. + </p> + <p> + For the moment the ship, enveloped in vapours, could not be seen; but in + two minutes glimpses of her hull appeared, shewing the bluff bulge of her + starboard bottom: for she leaned steeply to port with a forward crank, her + two starboard screws, now free, spinning asleep like humming-tops. A + six-inch shell, beautifully aimed, had shattered her engines, killing two + stokers, and a torpedo-mine had knocked a hole nine feet across in her + port beam. + </p> + <p> + But as the <i>Boodah's</i> boats, meanwhile, had been racing toward her, + and as her own port boats were quickly out, all were got off; in fact, she + floated so long, that her ship's papers with £270,000 in specie, and a few + hundred-weight of mailbags were saved, and even after the boats reached + the <i>Boodah</i> she still stretched there motionless, until, with a + sudden flurry, she determined to plunge. + </p> + <p> + Soon afterwards Hogarth had the Captain in his suite, to tell him that he + did not wish any intelligence of the event to reach the world for four + days, during which passengers and crew would be his guests, and then be + sent on to America, his object, he said, being to impress the loss of the + <i>Kaiser</i> upon the consciousness of all, by making all anxious as to + her fate. + </p> + <p> + So that night her passengers danced till late, for there was no resisting + the hospitality of Hogarth, or the witchery of those vistas and arcades, + grand hall and lost grot, <i>salons</i> and conservatories, there in the + dark of the ocean, or such an enchantment of music, and fabulousness of + table; the host, too, pleaded prettily for himself; and now they pardoned, + and now they pouted, but always they banqueted, kissed, lost themselves in + visions, were charmed, and danced. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0035" id="link2H_4_0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXV. — THE CUP OF TREMBLING + </h2> + <p> + It was by the merest chance that Baruch Frankl and his daughter were not + on the <i>Kaiser</i>: for Frankl was the half-nephew of Mrs. Charles P. + Stickney, a New York Jewess, and as the marriage of Miss Stickney with + Lord Alfred Cowern was only fifteen days off, Frankl had made arrangements + to accompany the bridegroom across, but had been detained by stress of + business; happily for him—for Lord Alfred, the bridegroom, was a + dancing prisoner in the <i>Boodah</i>. + </p> + <p> + Early, then, on the third morning thence, Charles P. Stickney, the bride's + father, a natty little Yankee, hurried a-foot to the Maritime Exchange: + for, to his infinite surprise, the <i>Kaiser's</i> arrival had not been in + the morning's paper: so the little arch-millionaire stepped toward Beaver + Street, sure that the <i>Kaiser</i> had come in too late for the press. + </p> + <p> + Early as it was, he found the place as thickly a-buzz as though it was + that feverish hour between eleven and twelve. + </p> + <p> + He pushed his way to the bulletin-board, inscribed with the hours at which + ships are sighted and entered into dock: the Kaiser was not there: and + with prone outlook he went seeking an assistant superintendent; but, + sighting a fellow-operator, come, as usual, to digest the world, from + barometer-reports to coffee-quotations at Rio, Charles P. Stickney cried + to him: “Funny about the <i>Kaiser</i>! Know anything?” + </p> + <p> + “It's the darndest thing...” mumbled the other, still star-gazing at a + blackboard prices-current of American staples: “raise Hell this day, I + guess”.... + </p> + <p> + And on through the rooms Stickney shouldered: all in the air here an odour + of the sea, and of them that go down to it in ships; pilot, captain, + supercargo, purser; abstracts from logs, copies of manifests and + clearances, marks and numbers of merchandise, with quantities, shippers, + consignees; here peaked caps, and the jaw that chewed once, and paused + long, and, lo, it moved anew; Black Books, massive volumes enshrining + ancient wrecks; vast newspaper-files in every tongue; records of changes + in lightships, lights, buoys, and beacons, from Shanghai to Cape Horn; + reports, charts, atlases, globes; the progress of the rebellion in + Shantung, and the earthquake last night in Quito; directories, and + high-curved reference-books, and storm-maps; every minute the arrival of + cipher cablegrams, breathless with the day's Amsterdam exchange on London, + or with the quantities of tea <i>in transitu</i> via Suez or Pacific + Railway; and the drift of ocean-currents, and the latest position of the + <i>Jane Richardson</i>, derelict, and the arrival of the <i>Ladybird</i> + at Bahia; and the probabilities of wind-circulation, atmospheric moisture, + aberrations of audibility in fog; and in the middle of it the pulse of the + sun, the thundering engines and shooting shuttles of this Loom; a tiptop + briskness and bustle of action; a scramble of wits; a <i>mêlée</i> to the + death; mixed with pea-jackets, and aromas of chewed pigtail, and a rolling + in the gait. + </p> + <p> + Into this roar of life that word <i>Kaiser</i> stole: and it grew to a + chorus. + </p> + <p> + Charles P. Stickney, butting upon a tearing clerk who was holding aloft a + bulletin of icebergs and derelicts, tried to stop him: upon which the + clerk, who would not be stopped, cried with a back-looking face of + passionate haste: “London message just received—<i>no intelligence + of Kaiser</i>—” + </p> + <p> + But he had hardly disappeared, when another man from an inner room rushed, + waving something: the Navesink Highlands lookout had wired the <i>Kaiser</i> + in sight! And while the Exchange rang with cheers, Stickney, a colour now + in his sere cheeks, went boring his way outward. + </p> + <p> + The lookout had said it—those blue eyes that never failed there on + his watch-tower, he knowing the ships that sail the sea as the Cyclops his + sheep, in his heart so knowing them all, that as that sea-glass detected a + speck on the horizon, those sea-wise nostrils sniffed its name: for + between the <i>Mary Jane</i> and the <i>Mary Anne</i>, both off-shore + schooners, is all the world of difference: if you would not see it, <i>he</i> + knows. And he had wired the <i>Kaiser!</i>—so expectant his outlook: + and that day wept like a ruined man. + </p> + <p> + Swift upon his first wire a second flashed: and one of those craped days + of the tragedies of commerce followed, the boding, the loss, flashed + everywhere, pervading Europe and America. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the Exchange, all the exchanges, the Lloyds', the + bourses, were crowded from an early hour, but subdued: no news, not a + word; but still—there was certainty: for had the <i>Kaiser</i> and + her wireless been merely disabled, she would undoubtedly by now have been + reported: she had foundered. + </p> + <p> + <i>Foundered!</i>—in the serenest weather in which ship ever crossed + the water.... + </p> + <p> + But at eleven the truth came: for the brig which had lain becalmed near + the <i>Boodah</i> at the moment of the tragedy, and now was nearer + England, had flashed the news: “many of the Kaiser's passengers mutilated, + many drowned”. + </p> + <p> + Death, then, was in the pottage of Life; the air tainted with specks of + blood.... + </p> + <p> + That day Man, as it were, rent his garments, sitting in ashes, and to + Heaven sent up a howl of fear, of anguish, and of hissing hate. + </p> + <p> + Those who lacked the intelligence to feel the fear, felt the hate: every + girl, the shirt-maker, the shopman, feeling himself robbed of his very + own; the Duke in the centre of his oak-lands felt it; the burglar, the + junk-dweller of the Yangtse, the pariah of the Hugli. Lamentation and a + voice in Ramah, wail on wail. For God had given the sea to man, and it had + been seized by a devil. + </p> + <p> + God had also given the shore; and it, too, had been seized: but, as that + had been before their birth, they had not observed it—in such a numb + somnambulism shambles humanity. + </p> + <p> + But the theft of the sea was new and flagrant, it, and the air, being all + that had remained: and a roar for vengeance—sharp, and rolled in + blood—rose from the throat of man. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, when Mr. C. P. Stickney during the afternoon wired for + information to the White House, he received the reply: “Encourage calm on + 'Change. Government in touch with Europe. Great naval activity. Await good + news, seven P.M.” + </p> + <p> + It was about seven P.M. that what the White House would have considered + specially good news occurred: for the <i>Boodah</i> then telegraphed + through to O'Hara's <i>Mahomet</i> at the Straits: + </p> + <p> + “B. 7651. Begins. After to-morrow (Monday) you begin taxation, as per + Order B., 7315, of 2nd inst. But if warships desire to pass out, (not in), + permit, till further order. Richard. Ends”. + </p> + <p> + Which meant that if any Power, or Powers, desired to concentrate force + upon the attack of any island, the Lord of the Sea granted them + facilities. + </p> + <p> + The <i>Kaiser</i> passengers had now been sent off to New York, the <i>Boodah's</i> + halls seemed the home of desolation; and, as the night advanced, Hogarth + and Loveday walked on the roof: for they could find no rest, the sky + without moon or star, the sea making of three sides of the <i>Boodah</i> a + roaring reef, the wind blowing cold, they two wrapped to the nose in + oilskins with sou'-westers, lashed by rages of rain and spray. + </p> + <p> + Yonder, to the north-west, appeared a ghost, a thing, a derelict brig, + driving downhill on the billows, like a blind man gadding aimless with a + crazy down-look, the rags of her one sail drumming on the gusts; and near, + nearer, within a stone's-throw of the <i>Boodah</i>, she swaggered + wearily, drab Arab, doomed despondent Ahasuerus of the deep, nomad on the + nomad sea; and on into the gloom of the south-west she roamed, to be again + and again re-created by the rolling light-drum, while Hogarth with a groan + said: “If I were only dead! I feel to-night like a man abandoned by the + Almighty”. + </p> + <p> + Loveday muttered those words so loved by Hogarth: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “....this is my favoured lot, + My exaltation to afflictions high”.... +</pre> + <p> + And Hogarth: “Do you know what is burdening me tonight? It is the curses + which the world is at this moment hurling upon me: as when one man, + thinking evilly of another, sticks needles into wax, and needles of pain + pierce the other...” a sense of evil which was deepened the next day by an + ominous little accident, when one of his old gunpractice hulks arrived + from Bombay, bearing the throne: for as this was being conveyed into the + <i>Boodah</i> a front leg was broken. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, the world's trade went on as before: only, night and day, its + ships lay-to, to pay rent with threat and curse: in all only thirteen + ships being sunk ere sea and earth had learned the new conditions. + </p> + <p> + And from the very first day of this taxing a deeper sense of pain and + hardship pervaded the world, the Lord of the Sea now taxing at 4s. per ton + a world's tonnage of 29 millions, 7 1/2 millions in sailing-ships, 21 1/2 + millions in steamships, once in a voyage—a little less than the + revenue of Britain. + </p> + <p> + So one night he received message from O'Hara that “British Mediterranean + fleet has passed through the Straits, homeward”. + </p> + <p> + It was not for nothing that the nations had allowed three weeks to pass + before avenging the Kaiser: soon enough the Cabinets had been in + intercommunication; but in the “Concert” had occurred—a hitch. + </p> + <p> + Britain had proposed the destruction of the islands in detail, the Powers + to contribute weights of metal proportionate to their mercantile marines: + as a basis for calculation she had offered her force in Home and + Mediterranean waters; and, this having been accepted, by the 5th ships + were under the pennant, and outfitting. + </p> + <p> + Now, all this time, things had been in a pretty whirl: oratory from + pulpit, platform, stump, eyes on fire, mobs that went in haste, shrieks of + newspaper passion, organized burglary, and a strange epidemic of fires: + for the modern nations lived by the sea, and it was seized. Moreover, on + the 6th, after a meeting at the Albert Hall, organized by the Associated + Chambers of Commerce, our Government—“Liberal”, under Sir Moses + Cohen—suffered a defeat of thirty-four votes on a division. + </p> + <p> + And it was during the turmoil that ensued upon this that the German + Foreign Office (on the 9th) sent to the new Russian the wireless “<i>Bion</i>”-meaning—“Let + us meet to discuss the subject of-England”. + </p> + <p> + That meeting took place at Konigsberg. + </p> + <p> + It was now that a fort-man—formerly a Nottingham shoemaker—landed + from the Truth's yacht at Frederikshavn, and thence wrote to the Daily + Chronicle, to say, briefly, this: That, supposing the European navies + joined to batter away with l5-inch guns and torpedoes at five feet of + steel, they might finally succeed in mining a hole in it; but if the thick + steel happened to have still bigger guns, “<i>and other things</i>”, with + which, meantime, to batter back at the thin ships, then it would be the + ships, probably, which would get holes in them: it was a question of Time. + Also he said that the islands were defended by devoted men, every one of + intelligence and high principle, who knew what they wanted, and meant to + have it—their shooting average being 97 per 100. He advised his + country not to try it, especially in view of certain political rumours + which he had picked up in the Cattegat. + </p> + <p> + This letter, although badly spelled, aroused a sensation The “high + principle” of the fort-men, indeed, met with bitter laughter; but its + hearty patriotism, simplicity, technical knowledge, were so remarkable, + that now a doubt as to the battleship arose—and with it a gnashing + of teeth. The service-clubs, the “experts”, wrote this and that; the + publics poured forth letters, schemes, plots, inventions—like the + brain of the world <i>versus</i> the brain of Hogarth. “<i>Starve Him Out</i>”, + was a title in the <i>Contemporary:</i> but the reply was bitterly + obvious. And into the midst of this racket burst the news that the + negotiations with Germany, Russia and France were at a deadlock. + </p> + <p> + These Powers had raised this question: “In case of the capture of the + islands—what shall be done with those most powerful engines?” + </p> + <p> + Here was a riddle. For whichever nation took even one would score a vast + advantage. + </p> + <p> + If, now, Britain had had the greatness of mind to declare for the sinking, + in any case, of all the islands, the difficulty was solved, but the + new-Government brooms would score a point and gain a trick, and they + proposed the division of surviving forts in the proportion of + fighting-power contributed. + </p> + <p> + The Continent objected: Britain was “<i>firm</i>”; whereupon the French + Ambassador sent to Downing Street his withdrawal from the crusade. + </p> + <p> + And so when—on the 22nd—the fleets assembled at Portland and + Milford Haven before <i>rendezvous</i> at the Lizard, the whole original + proposal had fallen through: for here was neither tricolour nor saltire, + only three German ships, only five Italian; the “probability”, moreover, + of the capture of a sea-fort by England was imminent: and on the evening + of the mobilisation of the squadrons feverish activity was reported from + Toulon; a British Legation <i>attaché,</i>, seeing fit to stroll round the + Caserne Pepinière, beheld in the yard an extraordinary crowd of limbers: + and, pitching into a cab, from the nearest <i>postes et télégraphes</i> + wired to London the word: “Angleterre”. + </p> + <p> + Too late: the British fleets were gone, leaving the Channel and Western + Mediterranean desert. + </p> + <p> + Now the nation awoke to a consciousness of dark skies: cloud of the west + rushing to meet a yet lurider eastern—with probability of lightning. + </p> + <p> + The fleet could hardly return in less than five days—if it returned! + Would the hostile nations be good enough to await its return? The + lightning would be “near”. + </p> + <p> + A day of fear, in which flash tracked flash: till at 11.30 P.M. the rumour + pervaded the crowd round St. Stephen's that the new Ministry had suffered + defeat: and the drifting ship was captainless. + </p> + <p> + And early the next morning a number of <i>Boodah</i> boats, out running a + regatta, came tearing back, all fluttered; soon after which + Quilter-Beckett was hurrying into Hogarth's presence, who was at coffee, + to say: “Well, my Lord King, here they come at last—and enough of + them, I think”. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0036" id="link2H_4_0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXVI. — THE “BOODAH” AND THE BATTLESHIPS + </h2> + <p> + The ships had gone forth in two lines ahead at ten knots, Admiral Sir + Henry Yerburgh, K.C.B., being in the flagship Queen Mary, with the + capital-ships being nearly all of the five mosquito flotillas, and half + the Home submarine; though what was the object of the torpedo craft + (unless they were to go within 2,000 yards of the <i>Boodah's</i> guns) + was not very evident. + </p> + <p> + At that news, Hogarth, putting on a wide-awake, and lighting a cigar with + rough perfunctory puffs, ran along a corridor to call Loveday, whereupon + the two went out to the ledge and up to the roof. + </p> + <p> + There, at the south edge, stood a marine trumpeting something at Hogarth's + yacht; and, just landing at the <i>Boodah</i> from his gig, a fretful + Yankee skipper, register in hand with a bag of £900 sea-rent in gold, + while twenty yards yonder rode his smoking ship loaded with grain for + Rouen; and on the eastern horizon the armada, in crescent at present, + moving with fires banked at two knots, a glare hiding them from the naked + eye, but the glass revealing them like toys in the abstract, ethereally + hazy. + </p> + <p> + And now the yacht's cones shewed steam, three of her boats making toward + the <i>Boodah</i>; soon at the landing-place stood Wanda, some + interpreters, Mons. Roche (the chef), women, engineers, paymasters, civil + servants, waiters, etc.; and Hogarth, seeing them, approached, questioned + them, and, hearing that they had been ordered a day's pleasure-trip round + the <i>Solon</i>, with lifting hat shook hands all round. + </p> + <p> + By this time some fifty officers and blue-jackets were about the roof and + ledge, some discussing, others unfixing lanterns and festoons, with + shouted directions. Leaving which, Hogarth and Loveday descended to an + office of Loveday's, and Hogarth was just saying: “Quilter-Beckett could + destroy a quarter of those warships yonder—<i>now</i>, if he chose—without + firing a gun—” when in, with flushed face and stretched stalk, + hurried Quilter-Beckett, crying: “My Lord King, I thought you would be + here—just look—!” + </p> + <p> + He held out a Sea telegraph-form-from O'Hara: + </p> + <p> + “F. 39241. Begins. Almost certainty of war: Germany, France, Russia + against England. Three corps massing between Harfleur and Rouen, two upon + Petersburg, transports at Havre. England undefended on sea. Ministry + fallen. Toulon outfitting. Donald, Admiral. Ends. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, with an all-gone gesture, handed the telegram to Loveday. + </p> + <p> + But with lightning energy he was at a desk, scribbling: + </p> + <p> + “F. 39242. Begins. To Donald, Admiral, Mahomet. Be in half-hourly + communication with Beech's Bank, Paris and Petersburg branches. Send + hourly bulletins of news. War to be averted by every means. Let Beech + threaten. Warn Cattegat. Richard. Ends.” + </p> + <p> + And “Quick, Quilter-Beckett”, he cried, “send that! What is the speed of + your quickest picket—?” + </p> + <p> + “Fifteen knots—” + </p> + <p> + “Then, go yourself to the British Admiral. <i>Make</i> him fly back: he + has years to attack me in, tell him—I'll write a dispatch—” + </p> + <p> + On which Quilter-Beckett telephoned up for a picket, took the dispatch, + and was soon away, while Hogarth watched his flight over the Sea. + </p> + <p> + An anxious hour passed, and by then a line of ships had been sighted to + the west—the Americans at last; ten minutes later, the picket, too, + was seen returning. + </p> + <p> + “Well, now”, said Hogarth, watching her, “I wonder. The ships seem to be + coming on just the same. You have no idea, John, how the mind of people in + office becomes fixed, like hardened putty in a hole: I am sorry now I + didn't go myself”. + </p> + <p> + Some minutes more and Quilter-Beckett was pelting up the steps, his face + pink as prickly-heat, blurting out: “My Lord King! I have been grossly + insulted...!” + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” went Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “I met a dispatch-boat coming to make summons of surrender, and, in spite + of my white flag, they took me prisoner! How I restrained myself—and + these people in the hollow of my hand! When I got at last to the Admiral—it + is Yerburgh on the <i>Queen Mary</i>—he 'pirated' me—but I + have no time Yonder, you see, are the Americans. British won't go back: I + doubt if they believe—'under orders', and so on. By the way, you + shouldn't stay there—no longer safe—” + </p> + <p> + He was away: for the moment was near, the <i>Boodah</i> now surrounded + with a series of floating squares hanging deep torpedo-nets against + submarines, on both horizons effusions of smoke, the ships no more + visions, but middle-sized sea-things, seeming fixed in the thick of the + sea, though steaming quickly. Hogarth watched them through a hand-glass, + while Loveday, ghastly pallid, whispered: “Come, Richard, come”, but still + lingered a little, seeing them grow up—like the infant, the lad, the + hairy man—toiling at the bigness of the sea, looking stripped, + prepared for tempest They were six miles away—five. + </p> + <p> + Mute lay the <i>Boodah</i>; and, surrounding her, perniciously moved the + ships at forty-eight revolutions a minute, hardly a cable's interval + between the host of them, they seeming no more the playthings of the sea, + but its masters, each a travelling throne of power; and as they pared so + taciturn, with baleful aspect they trained their cannon upon the sea-fort + in their midst: not a soul visible on fort or ships. + </p> + <p> + A long while it seems to last, that noonday stillness, a noonday breezy + and oceanic, the sea sharp-edged, hard-looking, dark-blue, tossing spray + along its ridges, not rough, but restless, shewing against the ships white + foams a moment, which silently glide away. + </p> + <p> + But their Admiral is signalling: <i>Let her have it!</i> and in some + moments more yonder to the far north the <i>Florida</i> breaks into + quick-flashing ecstasy, like quick-winking Gorgon glances; and the + north-east catches it in a single boom; and in ten seconds more it is as + if Nature, with sudden yell, feels to her womb the birth-hour come and + rueful throes: and where ships had been appears in one minute nothing but + a ring of stagnant smoke, tugged into rays and out-sticking clouds, + flushed with glares and rouges. + </p> + <p> + And no question of missing: the <i>Boodah</i> stationary and huge; every + shell told. But, the deluge over, that thunder-marred visage again looked + grimly forth, a face new-risen from smallpox, an apparition, roof-houses + gone, lighthouse tops, one of her great 19.5 inchers in fragments, in her + casemates seventeen dead. + </p> + <p> + But where now is the one-masted <i>Hercules</i>, which but a moment since + went trembling at the bale of her own bellowing barbettes? The <i>Hercules</i> + is in a Nessus-shirt of flame. And whither the <i>Hercules</i> is going, + thither is the <i>Idaho</i> going, and the <i>Dante</i> gone, and gone the + elongated length of the <i>Invincible</i>, and twenty destroyers, and the + bow-works of the old <i>Powerful</i>, which stoops woefully there, screws + in air, as the camel of the desert kneels and waits, while into her beam + comes crashing the ram of the poopless <i>Deutschland</i>. + </p> + <p> + Yet the <i>Boodah</i> has not fired a gun! + </p> + <p> + But now she fires: as the broadsides drench her anew, she fires, the hulk—all + round the horizon—lowing in travail: and as there is no question of + missing on the one side, so on the other is assurance, the <i>Boodah's</i> + broad-sides of 19.5-inchers and 9.5-inchers, ninety-two in all, being + fired by the hand of Quilter-Beckett, who sits at a table grim with knobs, + buttons, dial-faces, in a cabinet near a saloon where Hogarth, Loveday, + and five lieutenants are lunching; and where he sits he can hear the band + in an alcove rendering for the eaters Beethoven's Ninth Symphony: hear, + not heed: for two gunners in each casemate have sighted a ship through + pivoted glasses, whose fixing, disturbing an electrical circuit, prints + the ship's distance on an indicator before the Admiral: whereupon he + touches a button—many buttons—in intense succession: the <i>Boodah + bawls</i>: and the thrust-back of her resentment becomes intolerable, the + ships just like fawns under the paws of an old lion whose grisly jaws drip + gore; the sharks that infest her will fare well of her hand. + </p> + <p> + Of forty-three ships fixed, thirty-nine are hit, eleven founder: wreckage + so vast and swift, that the Admiral, still afloat in a <i>Queen Mary</i> + pierced above-belt, is like a man stung by the tarantulas of distraction: + tries to signal flight—flags cannot be seen; fires coloured + pistol-lights: “Retire!”—and soon, all round, the circle is in + flight. + </p> + <p> + But hapless flight: the <i>Boodah</i> is an octopus whose feelers reach + far, and they, within her toils, cannot escape her omnipresence. She sends + after them no guns: yet they are blown to atoms; the sea becomes a + death-trap thick with pitfalls and shipwreck; one by one they are caught, + they fly aloft like startled fowl, or they succumb, and lean, and stoop, + and sink: the sea, for mile on mile, proving a hell of + torpedoes-dirigible, automobile, mine. + </p> + <p> + For in the matter of mines the <i>Boodah</i> had all the advantages of a + shore, and as to dirigible torpedoes more than all. + </p> + <p> + Her mines, whose weight was adjusted to the specific gravity of salt + water, sank till the pressure at ten fathoms arrested them, they, + electrically connected with the forts, reaching out twenty miles; and the + whole network, charted to an inch, was coordinated with the range-tables. + </p> + <p> + The ordinary l8-inch Whiteheads, moreover, were replaced by a longer + design running 6,000 yards, the added length being occupied by the flask, + whose compressed air runs the engine, they not sinking on finishing their + course: so, if they missed, there they lay, a trap of 380 pounds of + gun-cotton in the course of the numerous moving foe. + </p> + <p> + With these three forms of the same plague the <i>Boodah</i> hunted the + fleeing ships, and drove them stumbling through complicated miseries, + amazed and thunderstruck: so that seventy-three only, several of them + half-wrecks, reached her twenty-five mile limit; and, there, over the + mines of the <i>Solon</i>, reassembled. + </p> + <p> + Amid the throng on his ruined roof Hogarth watched their flight and the + ever-coming boatloads of blue-jackets through a mist of smoke and the + after-smell of war, while under the sea wide eyes in hosts were a-gaze at + a windfall of 2,400 bodies. + </p> + <p> + About half-past four captains and commanders of the survivors were in the + ward-room of the Second-in-Command on the <i>Orion</i>—the <i>Queen + Mary</i> gone—when he, with splendid infatuation, proposed a return + to the attack, with a change of tactics to concentration upon one side + only of the <i>Boodah</i>; but the foreigners pointed out the obvious + added dangers; and in the midst of a wrangle a dispatch-boat from the <i>Solon</i>, + eleven miles south, arrived, demanding the usual sea-rent, by draft, if + not in gold; so out, at this unlooked-for incident, broke a new quarrel, + the British for a whole hour resisting the inexorable; till the <i>Solon</i> + Lieutenant, his eyes moist with pleading, explained their helplessness, + adding that war between the four Powers had been declared that day at noon + from the Stock Exchange steps: and only then the Vice-Admiral, breaking + into tears, yielded to destiny. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, meanwhile, was like a wild man, imprisoned, till his yacht + returned at dusk with her excursionists; and without delay he was on her, + and away for England. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0037" id="link2H_4_0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXVII. — THE STRAITS + </h2> + <p> + In England, meantime, was nothing but dismay. + </p> + <p> + The Government, whose defeat was accidental, on being hurriedly patched + up, threw itself passionately into the work of defence, calling up every + enrolled man, while at regimental centres the enlistment of volunteers + went forward, Weedon alone turning out 7,000 rifles a day. + </p> + <p> + But on the night of the Declaration the Under-secretary announced in the + House that the Russians were moving down the Baltic, the French toward the + Straits: and the next morning dawned with the dreariness of last mornings + and days. However, soon after 1 P.M., the Lord of the Sea landed at + Bristol, his yacht being one of the swiftest things afloat; there heard + the known facts; and thence wired to Beech's London house, to the London + Foreign Office, to Cadiz and to Frederikshavn, where he had wireless for + the <i>Mahomet</i> at the Straits, and for the <i>Truth</i> in the + Cattegat. + </p> + <p> + His wire to the Foreign Office was as follows: + </p> + <p> + “I have come to England hoping to avert European war by fiscal means, not + knowing that the passage of ships into open water was of first importance. + Since this is so, accept my assurance, there will be no war, except on the + part of Britain, which I should much resent. British Government, I + suggest, should forthwith allay national anxiety. + </p> + <p> + “RICHARD”. + </p> + <p> + But the Foreign Office did not publish this telegram, not knowing what to + make of it—unless Hogarth were vehemently the friend of England, + while every British being regarded him not so much as the enemy of man, as + the special Anti-Christ of England. And how came he to be in England, when + he should be at the bottom of the Atlantic? The telegram was passed + through the agitated departments, but kept dark.... + </p> + <p> + So the afternoon passed without news: and tension grew to agony. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth spent the evening in his Berkeley Square house with the Manager of + Beech's, examining office-books and specimens of some new Sea-coins, till + near eleven, when, being alone, he put on a mackintosh, shaded his face + well with hat and collar-flap, and went out into the drizzling night. + </p> + <p> + Even his Berkeley Square was peopled, and, as he strolled toward Pall + Mall, he found it ever harder to advance, till he became jammed. Never had + he seen such a crowd, all in the air a sound, vague and general, which was + like a steam of thought-made-audible; till presently, while trying in vain + to get away, he was startled by a tumult that travelled, a rumour of woe + that noised and swelled, terrifying, the voice of the people, the voice of + God: and though he did not know its meaning, it keenly afflicted him. + </p> + <p> + The fastest of the survivors from the battle with the <i>Boodah</i> had + wirelessed: on that commonplace bulletin at the War Office the news stood + written... + </p> + <p> + But the rumour of that despair had not yet attained its culmination, when + another rumour roared after and over it, roar upon roar, like tempest + poured through the multitudinous forest, joyance now overtaking sorrow, + and a noise of roistering overwhelming lamentation. And all at once a + great magnetic hysteria seized them all, and the many became as one, and + the bursting bosom burst: men weeping like infants, laughing foolishly, + grasping each other's hand, and one cried “Hurrah!”, and another, catching + it, cried “Hurrah!” + </p> + <p> + For the French, German, and Russian fleets, in attempting to pass the two + narrows north and south of Europe, had been stopped by the two sea-forts + there; and though they had been so eager to pass, that they had even + offered to pay sea-rent, this, too, had been refused. They had then, at + five and at five-thirty in the afternoon, offered battle to the islands: + with the result that half their weight had been annihilated before they + took to flight. So said the bulletin.... + </p> + <p> + And Hogarth in the midst of the jubilee saw the man who jammed his left + shoulder, a broker in spectacles, grip the hand of the man on his right, a + ragamuffin, to cry out: “That scoundrel Hogarth! Isn't there good in the + damned thief, after all?” + </p> + <p> + And the other: “Aye, he knows how to give it 'em 'ot, don't 'e, after all! + Thank God for that!” + </p> + <p> + Three weeks later peace was proclaimed by a procession at Temple Bar + between England, Austro-Germany, France, Russia, and the Sea. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0038" id="link2H_4_0038"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXVIII. — THE MANIFESTO + </h2> + <p> + The last effort of Europe to resist the Sea was made on the afternoon of + the 14th of October, when the British Prime Minister refused to conclude a + treaty of peace. + </p> + <p> + “Your master is only a pirate—on a large scale”, he said to a + Minister of the Sea. + </p> + <p> + That was on the 14th. + </p> + <p> + On the 15th there was a stoppage of British trade nearly all the world + over. + </p> + <p> + On the 20th England was in a state of <i>émeute</i> resembling revolution. + </p> + <p> + On the 28th the Treaty of Peace was signed. + </p> + <p> + Its principal conditions were: (1) The undertaking by the Sea not to raise + sea-rent on British ships without certain formalities of notice; and (2) + The undertaking by Britain not to engage in the making of any railway or + overland trade-route, or of any marine engine of war, without the consent + of the Sea. And similar treaties were signed by the Sea with the other + nations. + </p> + <p> + Then followed the rush of the Ambassadors to the <i>Boodah</i>, and the + frivolous round of Court-life revolved, <i>levée</i>, audience, dinner, + drawing-room, investiture; the Lord of the Sea descended from the throne + before the Court to pin a cross upon the humble breast of his best shot + and give him the title of Præceps, gave fanciful honours to emperors, + received them of them—wore when throned a brow-band of gold with + only one stone, the biggest of the meteor octahedrons, that glanced about + his brow like an icicle in whose glass gallivanted a fairy clad in rags of + the rainbow. + </p> + <p> + Now the old gaieties recommenced, but more Olympian in tone, as befitted + the ruler of rulers, terrible now being the lifting of Hogarth's brows at + the least lapse in ritual; and only the chastest-nurtured of the earth + ever now stalked through gavotte or pavane in those halls of the sea. + </p> + <p> + The world now lay at his feet. The dependence upon him of England, of + France, of that part of Austro-Germany called Germany, was obvious: he + could starve them. But over Austria proper, Russia, Italy, his sway was no + less omnipotent: for the panic cheapness of scrip which followed the + destruction of the <i>Kaiser</i> had, of course, been foreseen, and used + by him; Beech had bought up, easily ousting the Rothschilds from their old + financial kingship: by tens of millions the process had gone on; and still + it continued increasingly, for the wealth of Hogarth now, as compared with + that of other rich men, was like a ship to a skiff. If he threw upon the + market, the bankruptcy of several nations might follow: it was doubtful if + the United States could survive; certainly, Austria, Russia, South America + must go under. + </p> + <p> + Nor was the East less his slave: Japan a mercantile nation, China and + Turkey in his fiscal net. So, looking round the globe toward the middle of + November, he could observe scarcely a nation which he could not, by + scribbling a telegram, crush out of recognition. + </p> + <p> + It was precisely then that Richard Hogarth revealed himself. + </p> + <p> + On the 15th of November appeared his Manifesto. + </p> + <p> + This Charter, which everlastingly must remain one of the Scriptures of our + planet, simple as a baby's syllables, yet large like the arch of Heaven, + has left its mark on the human soul. + </p> + <p> + On the morning of the 16th its twenty clauses occupied in <i>pica</i> a + page of every newspaper, and it was posted up big in the streets of + cities. + </p> + <p> + The document ran: + </p> + <p> + Richard, by the Will of God....I do hereby discern, declare, and lay down: + That: + </p> + <p> + 1. What is no good cannot be owned: only goods can be owned. + </p> + <p> + 2. “<i>Good</i>” is <i>well</i>, or pleasant; goods is <i>well</i>th + (wealth) or pleasures: thus, a coal-mine, being no pleasure, cannot be + owned. + </p> + <p> + 3. Coal <i>becomes</i> goods after being moved, or taken. Moving does not + make it good; its nature does not make it good: moving-<i>plus</i>-Nature + makes it good, ownable. At the pit-head, already, it is a pleasure, fewer + pains being now needed to move it to a fireplace. Thus, Nature apart from + motion cannot be owned, being no good, as a cave is no good to a caveman + outside it: rain is wetting him; if he takes it, moves in, it is good. + </p> + <p> + Animals and plants, by taking things from the planets presented to them, + by moving things, raise Nature into wealth, and own things. + </p> + <p> + 4. For Jack to <i>own</i>, have a thing for Jack's <i>own</i>, Jack must + by his <i>own</i> force have subdued Nature, must have taken the thing by + moving the thing's atoms, or moving something relatively to the thing, or, + negatively, by not evading, but accepting, the thing in motion—a + wind, tide, light-wave; else Jack must have taken something (by as much + work) to purchase the thing from its (true) owner, or accepted it as a + favour from Nature in motion, or from its (true) owner. To say “own” is to + say “take”; to say “take” is to say “motion”, i.e., the doing of work: + “work done” being FD, i.e., Force used into Distance moved-over. I cannot + own the air: it is no good; I own the air in my lungs, having taken, + moved, it, done FD on it: it is very good; and I own the air which, doing + FD, moving to my face, I do not evade, but accept, take: it is very good. + </p> + <p> + I say to Jack “take a cigar”; he loudly says “yes!”, but does not move it + to his mouth, nor moves his mouth to it; instead, he moves a pen to his + mouth; this makes me laugh: he has not taken a cigar. + </p> + <p> + Jack is catching fish in a boat; Tom owns the boat: so Jack gives fish to + Tom, until Jack's FD done on the fish is equivalent to Tom's FD done on + the boat; and now Jack owns the boat. If “the law” says that Tom still + owns the boat, this makes me laugh: for how can Tom come to own two boats' + good by the FD done on one only? + </p> + <p> + Jack is ploughing the sea with a ship: just there he owns the sea, has + taken, is moving, it for his good. He does not own the sea before, nor the + sea behind, him: for the motions behind made by him have ceased to do + good. + </p> + <p> + Jack is ploughing soil: he owns the soil ploughed, has taken it, and will + own it while the motions he has made do good: so that, if Tom who has not + moved it says “I own the soil, for 'the law' declares that I have taken it + by moving a pen two inches”, this makes me laugh. Or, if Jack says “I own + it for ever”, this makes me laugh. Or, if anyone says “I own both the soil + and the site” (relative position), this makes me laugh: for what can one + man move to make a relative position good? He can neither move a field + toward anything nor move much toward a field. If many men move railways + that way, or move things to rear towns round the field, this makes the + site good, moving it from outside a community to inside a community; and + the many who make it good own it. + </p> + <p> + 5. The site is the field's chief good: so the plougher owes something to + those who, making it good, own it, This something is named “rent”. + </p> + <p> + 6. Suppose that the plougher, or dweller-on, is an Englishman: he owes + rent to the English. And, since the site of England is made good by + movements made in America, he owes rent to the Americans. + </p> + <p> + 7. This the mind readily descries to be true: it is a “truism”, and is + necessarily the Fundamental Principle of Society throughout the universe. + So that, summing up, we may define: “Rent” is “right”, based on truth when + paid to those by whose movements a site is made good. + </p> + <p> + 8. One might readily guess (if there were no example of it) that any + violation of a Principle so fundamental would be avenged by Nature upon + the planet which violated it. + </p> + <p> + 9. Our planet is such an example: for here Two Separate Violations of the + Principle appear; each great in itself; but one small in comparison. + </p> + <p> + 10. Accordingly, for the small violation Nature has not failed to send + upon Man a small penalty; and for the great violation great penalties. + </p> + <p> + 11. The small violation consists in the claim by nations to have taken, + without having moved, sites called “countries”. + </p> + <p> + 12. For this Nature has sent upon man the small penalty of War. + </p> + <p> + 13. To abolish War men must remove its cause. + </p> + <p> + Therefore let the site-rental of England (i.e., the excess of English + goods over what English goods would be, if no other country existed) be + handed over to a World Council; and the site-rental of America to the + same; and the World Council shall disburse such funds for the majesty and + joy of Man: and War shall terminate. + </p> + <p> + 14. This way the Lord of the Sea indicates to the world, though with its + initiation he is not personally concerned. + </p> + <p> + 15. Beside the small violation of the Fundamental Principle of Society, + there is a great on the earth. + </p> + <p> + 16. The Great Violation consists in the claim by individuals to have + taken, without having moved, sites and soils called “estates”, “domains”, + “plots”: for, as rent tends to rightness when paid to the fifty millions + of a nation, <i>fifty-millionfold</i> is its wrongness when paid to one; + and as rent is right when paid to the thousand million inhabitants of a + planet, <i>a thousand-millionfold</i> is its wrongness when paid to one. + </p> + <p> + 17. For this Great Violation of the Fundamental Principle of Society + Nature has sent upon Man great penalties: poverties, frenzies, + depravities, horrors, sorrows, lowness, dulness. + </p> + <p> + 18. Lowness, dulness: for by far the greatest of these penalties is a + restraint on Man's development. Man is an animal, Man is a mind: and since + the wing of mind is Pride, Assurance, or Self-esteem, and since the home + of an animal is a Planet, and an animal without a home is a thing without + Assurance or Pride, so Man without Earth is a mind without wing. Even so, + a few, having Assurance, make what we call “Progress”, i.e., the + discovering of truth—a crawling which might become flight, had all + minds but the wing of Pride to co-operate in discovering truth. But Man + lacks assurance and foothold, founded home and domain: his sole heritage, + though he is neither fish nor fowl, being sea and air. + </p> + <p> + 19. This is a great violation. + </p> + <p> + 20. And with this great violation of the Fundamental Principle of Society + the Lord of the Sea is personally concerned. In the name of Heaven and of + Earth he urges upon the nations of men to amend it in the month of the + promulgation of this Manifesto: and this summons he strengthens with a + threat of his resentment. + </p> + <p> + As the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth, I will see to it. + </p> + <p> + RICHARD. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0039" id="link2H_4_0039"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXIX. — THE “BOODAH'S” LOCK-UP + </h2> + <p> + Three days after the Manifesto the marriage of Miss Stickney of New York + with Lord Alfred Cowern was to take place, this having been put off owing + to the <i>Kaiser</i> tragedy; and so, on the day of the Manifesto, Baruch + Frankl, the Jew, was crossing to a wedding which, even in the midst of + great events, had stirred up a considerable rumour and sensation, since + the American guests were to consist of the <i>coterie</i> known as the + “Thirty-four”, all millionaires, while “the cake” was to weigh + three-quarters of a ton, each guest's grub to cost $500, and for that + breakfast the Neva had been ravished for fish and Siamese crags for nests. + </p> + <p> + Frankl, however, was never destined to taste those five hundred dollar + mouthfuls. It happened in this way: as the <i>Boodah's</i> searchlights, + destroyed in the battle, were not yet repaired, in the interval some + lawless ships took the chance on dark nights to skulk past with + extinguished lights; now, the captain of Frankl's chartered steamer had + that bright idea (being of adventurous turn), when night fell forty knots + east of the <i>Boodah</i>, so he came to Frankl, and broached the scheme. + </p> + <p> + “Not for Joe”, was Frankl's answer: “pay the Pirate his taxes and be + done”. + </p> + <p> + “It could be worked as sweet as a nut, sir!” persisted the skipper, with a + watering mind. + </p> + <p> + “Well, so long us <i>you</i> take the risk, perhaps—but no, sir, I'd + rather not”. + </p> + <p> + On which the skipper winked self-willed to himself, and, putting out nine + miles from the <i>Boodah</i> his three lights, went dashing past. + </p> + <p> + And the attempt would have succeeded, had it not been for the fact that + the night was pitch-dark, and that <i>another</i> ship was trying that + very venture with extinguished lights. And these two ships met, bow to + bow, with such an energy of adventurous smartness, that both sharply sank. + </p> + <p> + The sea, however, being smooth, all hands were saved; and now, since the + boats lay forlorn on the vast, with nothing but the <i>Boodah's</i> swarm + of moons to move to, for the <i>Boodah</i> they started, while Frankl cast + twinkling fingers to the sky, and cursed that night, as the oars with slow + wash journeyed through turgid murk toward the very den of the devil. + </p> + <p> + When they reached the <i>Boodah</i> they were conducted down to a + police-court, and there shivered an hour in a dreary light, till three + officials in peaked caps and frock-coats came, sat on a Bench, and, after + hearing evidence, pronounced sentence of seven months against the + captains, and one against Frankl. + </p> + <p> + These were led away by police blue-jackets, and Frankl groaned through the + night in a box as cold as the cells of Colmoor. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Quilter-Beckett, making a report in Hogarth's <i>salon</i>, + mentioned the incident, saying: “Here are the names, with the sentences; I + shall send the sailors home...” and Hogarth's eyes, resting on the + document, chanced to catch that name of Frankl. + </p> + <p> + At once he turned pale, for his first thought was: “Frankl must have been + going to the wedding, in which case <i>Someone Else</i> may be with him”. + </p> + <p> + But her name was not there.... + </p> + <p> + He rose and paced; and he said low: “No one else on either of the ships?” + </p> + <p> + “No, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + Then up lifted Hogarth's brow, alight with fun, and he muttered: “All + right, Caps-and-tassels”. + </p> + <p> + He said aloud: “Quilter-Beckett, this Frankl I know. Did you never hear + anything about Caps-and-tassels at Westring? <i>He</i> is + Caps-and-tassels. Now tell me, which is your biggest blue-jacket?” + </p> + <p> + “Man called Young, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + “Then, have a suit of Young's sea-clothes put upon this Frankl, and let + him be brought before me in the Throne Room this morning after the + Audience. He was fond of liveries....” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, by half-past eleven Frankl entered the Throne Room, where, as + soon as its rosy translucency broke upon his gaze, an “Oh!” of admiration + groaned from him, in spite of his weight of misery, he not walking, but + being lifted forward in successive swings by his armpits—up the + first steps to the outer circle of balustrade, forward to the second steps + and the inner balustrade, within which shone the throne, and Hogarth, + crowned and large in robes, on it. + </p> + <p> + The two warders, intent upon portering Frankl, and not noticing the cap + which still covered his eyebrows, one now in sudden scare whispered: “Off + with your cap, you...!” on which Frankl snatched it off, grasping through + superabundant sleeves, he at the same moment a fury and a dazzled man, the + throne before him incredible, like a dream which one knows to be a dream, + in structure not unlike the Peacock Throne of Akbar, its length fourteen + feet, seating thirteen persons in recesses, standing on a gold platform + with three concave steps set with rings of sapphire, and consisting of a + central part and two wings, the wings being supported on twisted legs (one + had been broken), and made of fretted ivory mosaicked with cabochon + emerald, ruby, topaz, turquoise, chrysoberyl, diamond, opal, the large + central part, with its recesses, being also of ivory, gold-arabesqued, its + mosque-shape canopy (of Hindoo enamel-work on the outside) being supported + by eleven pillars of emerald; at the top of each pillar a dolphin (hence + the name “Dolphin Throne”) made of turquoise, jasper, pearl, sardius, and + at the bottom of each pillar a <i>guldusta</i>, or bouquet, of gems; the + concave ceiling one mass of stones, representing a sea in which sailed + three Dutch galleons, and seven dolphins sported. + </p> + <p> + But all that Frankl saw of it was its opulence: for his terror lest the + warders should let him go occupied his mind. + </p> + <p> + And precisely the thing which he feared came upon him, for Hogarth said: + “Warders, retire”. + </p> + <p> + And now Frankl, all unsupported, stood in unstable equilibrium, anon + stooping to his finger-tips, then straining doubtfully forward with + struggling arms from a too backward poise: for not only did the trousers + lie a twisted emptiness far below his feet, but the feet themselves were + lost in Young's boots, so he stood like Scaramouch, a mere sack, a working + of his chin wobbling down his beard, and there was a blaze in his stare + which Hogarth, unfortunately, did not well estimate. + </p> + <p> + They faced each other, alone, save for the body-guard at the circumference + of the room. + </p> + <p> + “Was it <i>you</i> that sent me to Colmoor?” Hogarth suddenly asked in a + low voice, stooping forward. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Me</i>!” shrieked Baruch Frankl, pointing a hanging sleeve-end to his + breast: “as Jehovah is my witness—” + </p> + <p> + “Were you about to <i>swear</i>? For ever the same?—tyrant and worm? + It <i>was</i> you. Now tell it me right out: you have nothing to fear: for + you cannot be vain enough to imagine that I would harbour enmity against + you”. + </p> + <p> + “It wasn't me, I say again, my Lord King!”—Frankl trampled a little + backward, then stooped over-poised to his finger-tips: “with what motive? + Oh, that's hard—to be accused. They have already given me a month—my + God! a month! And only because I am a Jew. But it wasn't me—that + I'll swear to God—” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth rose to his height, descended, put his hand upon Frankl's + shoulder. “Well, leave that. But—<i>my sister</i>!” + </p> + <p> + His hand felt the shoulder beneath it start like fits. + </p> + <p> + “Your sister!” Frankl screamed with a face of scare: “Why, what of her + now?” + </p> + <p> + “Frankl, you are frightened: you know, Frankl, <i>where she is</i>!” + </p> + <p> + “Me? O, my Good God, what is this! Me, poor sinner, know where your sister + is, my Lord King? Why, spare me! spare me, God of Hosts! Why, you've only + got to ask yourself the question—” + </p> + <p> + “Listen to me, Frankl”, said Hogarth, bending his blazing brow low over + the Jew: “I have searched for that woman through the world, and have not + found her. All the time, mind you, I felt convinced that you know where + she is; and you may wonder why—years ago—I did not have you + seized. I will tell you why: it was because I had a sort of instinct that + God, whom I serve continually with tears and prayers, would not fail in + His day to show me her face: and to-day you are here. Do you suppose, + Frankl, that you will go away without telling me where she is? And in + order to hurry you, listen to what I say to your warders—” + </p> + <p> + He touched a button in the balustrade, and to the warders said: “If at any + time this man should demand pencil and paper, supply them, and take to + your Admiral what he writes. To-day his food shall be fare from your own + table; to-morrow three loaves and water; from the third day one loaf and + water; till further orders”. + </p> + <p> + Up shot Frankl's shivering arms, while Hogarth, training his ermines and + purples, paced away. + </p> + <p> + That was on the day following the Manifesto. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0040" id="link2H_4_0040"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XL — THE WEDDING + </h2> + <p> + By the time Frankl's three loaves had become one, that amazement with + which men received the Manifesto had commenced to give place to more + coherent impressions. + </p> + <p> + He was not a “Monster”! that was the first realization—no pirate, + nor lurid Anti-Christ, nor vainglorious Caesar! And in two days, the first + astonishment over, there arose a noise in the world: for the Lord of the + Sea had given to the nations one month only in which to do that thing: and + the peoples took passionately to meetings. + </p> + <p> + In England Land Leagues, Chambers of Agriculture, Restoration Leagues, + Nationalization Leagues, many Leagues, were organizing furiously, + stretching the right arm of oratory; deputations, petitions in wagons, + demonstrations <i>en bloc</i>, party cannonades, racket heaven-high. Sir + Moses Cohen, the Jew-Liberal Leader, appealing to the strongest prejudice + in Englishmen, spoke one night at Newcastle of “the interference of a + foreign prince in the affairs of Britain”; used the word: “<i>Never!</i>”, + and on this cry secured an enormous following: so that, within a week, he + was instrumental in forming the formidable League of Resistance—destined + to prove so tragic for Hogarth, and for England. + </p> + <p> + It was in the midst of this world-turmoil that—on the third day—the + marriage-morning of Miss Cecil Stickney dawned; and that same evening + Rebekah Frankl, convalescent from influenza, was seated over a bedroom + fire in Hanover Square, a cashmire round her shoulders, her sickness cured + by herbs, her physician then hobbling with a stick down the stairs—Estrella + of Lisbon—her back almost horizontal now with age. + </p> + <p> + And as Rebekah mused there, two newsboys below, whose shouts pursued each + other, went proclaiming through November gloom as it were the day of doom, + crying, even in that uproar of Europe, a private event: + </p> + <p> + MARRIAGE OF + </p> + <p> + LORD ALFRED COWERN + </p> + <p> + AND MISS CECIL STICKNEY + </p> + <p> + APPALLING TRAGEDY + </p> + <p> + And soon a girl ran in, gasping: “Miss Frankl!—this is too awful—your + father—” + </p> + <p> + The news, having been flashed to Paris by Mackay-Bennett cable, now + appeared in detail after the <i>New York Herald's</i> French edition, and + Rebekah's eyes ran wildly over details as to the “bevy of beauty”, + daughters of “the Thirty-four”, and the church of waiting ladies, the + carpeted path between palms and exotics, and how the ticket-holders heard + the organ tell the Cantilenet Nuptiale and Bennett's Minuet; and then the + multitudinous stir: behold the bridegroom cometh!—the little + necessary bridegroom of no importance, and then the white entry of bride + and bridal train, while the choir knelt to sing “O Perfect Love”. + </p> + <p> + Perfect love, however, was hardly the order of that day, but rather + perfect hate: for in Madison Square—the church being at the upper + end of Fifth Avenue—a mob was being harangued on the subject of this + very wedding: and when they heard and realized the thing that was being + done before their eyes they were swept as by a wind of fire, and under its + impulse set out like some swollen Rhone with a rushing sound to pounce + upon the church, full of perfect hate: and the choir sang “O perfect + love”. + </p> + <p> + What happened now was described as a nightmare. The same elemental + instincts of the Stone Age which had exhibited themselves in the + $500-worth of food wrought in another form, but with no less savagery, in + assassins as in victims: and a massacre ensued, bride and bridegroom + passing away like bubbles, of “the Thirty-four” five only escaping. The + report ended with the words: “The ringleaders have been arrested; quiet + reigns through the city”; then a list of the guests, with asterisks + indicating those killed. + </p> + <p> + Rebekah searched for her father's name, and when she became certain that + it was not there, her lips moved in thanksgiving. + </p> + <p> + But since Frankl was not at the wedding, where, then, was Frankl? She + counted the days on her fingers: he could not have been late. + </p> + <p> + Unless there had been an accident to his ship.... + </p> + <p> + Her brows knit a little; she peered into the fire: and thought of the <i>Boodah</i>.... + </p> + <p> + It was possible that when her father's steamer stopped to pay sea-rent, + Hogarth might have heard, and seized him. That notion occurred to her. + </p> + <p> + And at once it threw her into an extraordinary fever, her bosom swelling + like elastic in her heavings to catch breath, though she did not realize + the wild thought that was working up to birth within her. She rose and + paced, furiously fast. + </p> + <p> + If he was in the hands of Hogarth? + </p> + <p> + “He is a British subject”, she muttered: “Hogarth has not the right...Oh, + he has not the right...!” + </p> + <p> + She was fearfully agitated! something fighting up and up within her, + stifling her, working to burst into birth; she flung the cashmire from her + shoulders, her bosom rowing like two oarsmen. “Because we are Jews...!” + she went. + </p> + <p> + “If he <i>dared</i> do that—!” + </p> + <p> + What then? Say! Rebekah! + </p> + <p> + “I would go to him myself—” + </p> + <p> + All at once that thought was born, and she stood shockingly naked to her + own eyes, her hands rushing to cover a face washed in shame. “But, + surely”, she whispered, “I could never be so <i>bold</i>, good Heavens? + Why, Never! Never—!” + </p> + <p> + However, an hour later, with flaming eyes, she was writing a letter to + Frankl's manager. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0041" id="link2H_4_0041"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLI. — THE VISIT + </h2> + <p> + Frankl's Bank was scanning the agents' yacht-lists for her, when Sir Moses + Cohen, who was closely associated with Frankl, placed his own three-master + at her disposal; and she set out from Bristol, with her being three Jewish + ladies, Frankl's manager, and a snuffy Portuguese rabbi who resembled a + Rembrandt portrait. + </p> + <p> + It was late at night, and Hogarth, who had lately acquired a passion for + those Mathematics which touch upon Mysticism, was bent over Quaternions + and the quirks of [Proofers note: checkmark symbol] (—i) in an + alcove of his <i>Boodah</i> suite hardly fourteen feet square, cosy, rosy, + and homely: he sitting at a sofa-head, and, lying on the sofa, Loveday, + his head on Hogarth's thigh, escaped from office and frockcoat, in happy + shirt-sleeves, between sleeping and waking. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth was interrupted by a telephone bell. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord King”, from Quilter-Beckett, “Frankl has handed to his warder + something written: will your Lordship's Majesty see it now?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” Then: “John! Frankl has yielded!” + </p> + <p> + Up Loveday started with “Thank God!” while Hogarth: “When does my yacht + arrive?” + </p> + <p> + “At midnight”—from Quilter-Beckett. + </p> + <p> + “She starts back immediately for England with me and Mr. Loveday”. + </p> + <p> + Now an officer entered to present an envelope, and the two looked together + over these words: + </p> + <p> + “Your Lordship's Majesty's sister, Margaret Hogarth, is at No. 11, Market + Street, Edgware Road, London. She goes under the name of Rachel + Oppenheimer, I don't know why. As God is my witness, I repent in ashes. + Won't your Lordship's Majesty have mercy on a worm of the earth? I am an + old man, getting on, and starved to madness. The ever devoted slave, from + this day forth, of my Lord King. + </p> + <p> + “BARUGH FRANKL”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth 'phoned up: “Give Frankl food now, and put him where it is not + cold....” and to Loveday he said, “Well, you see, she is there: 'No. 11, + Market Street'. And under the name of—what? 'Rachel + Oppenheimer'...John Loveday, do you fathom the meaning of that?” + </p> + <p> + “No—don't bother me about meanings, but shout, like her, 'O Happy + Day!' I say, Richard, you remember that singing? how we would hear her + from the forge? All day, washing, cooking—melodious soul! There was + 'O Happy Day', and there was—By God, how charmingly holy! how + English! And, Richard, you remember—?” + </p> + <p> + Another telephone bell: Hogarth turned to hear. + </p> + <p> + “Just arrived in the yacht, <i>Tyre</i>, my Lord King”, said + Quilter-Beckett's voice, “four Jewish ladies, a Jewish gentleman, and a + rabbi, who request early audience to-morrow; they lie-to, and have sent a + boat—” + </p> + <p> + “Rubbish! I shall not be here to-morrow, and even if I was—Who are + they? By the way, no sign of the yacht?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet. They are Miss Frankl—” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Rebekah Frankl—” + </p> + <p> + “God”, went Hogarth faintly, stabbed to the heart. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Agnes Friedrich, Mrs.—” + </p> + <p> + But the rest fell upon ears deaf as death, the teeth of Hogarth now + chattering as with cold, that haggard, gaunt yellow, which was his pallor, + overspreading his face. So long was he speechless, that Quilter-Beckett + asked: “Are you there, my Lord King?” + </p> + <p> + “Quilter-Beckett!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my Lord King?” + </p> + <p> + “Will you go <i>yourself</i>—for me—to them? <i>Make</i> them + sleep here, will you? This is most urgent, I assure you. And go quick, + will you?” + </p> + <p> + That night did not the Lord of the Sea sleep: she under his roof... + </p> + <p> + Nor did he go that night to find Margaret—nor the next day, nor the + next, though Loveday chafed: for, gyrating through the giddy air of a + galaxy where Margaret was not, he forgot her. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0042" id="link2H_4_0042"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLII. — REBEKAH TELLS + </h2> + <p> + At that time Hogarth, personally, was in close relation with the score of + Embassies that inhabited the belly of the <i>Boodah</i>, these intriguing + incessantly for half-hours at his ear, and in communication, meanwhile, + with their Governments through O'Hara's <i>Mahomet</i>: so that Hogarth + had to get up early, and his mornings sweated with audience and + negotiation. + </p> + <p> + The German and Russian Emperors, with the Prince of Wales (then virtually + Regent), had hurriedly met at Vienna—presumably for the discussion + of the Manifesto; and immediately after it, the Prince, who had the + reputation of being one of the most tactful of men-of-the-world, took a + step which hinted that the Royal House, as often before, meant to come to + the rescue of the country which loved it however the politicians might + bungle: Hogarth was invited to accept the Garter. + </p> + <p> + He accepted: and the ceremony in the <i>Boodah</i> was witnessed, as it + were, by Europe, King-at-Arms in a new tabard, with his suite, going to + invest him, taking the Statute of the Chapter, with the Great Seal of + England, and a set of habiliments—white-silk stockings, gold sword + Spanish hat, stars, gloves. And the effect was speedy, the other rulers, + dumbfounded before, said now: “England will comply with the Manifesto; + and, if before us, the taxed sea opens to her....Yield, moreover, we must: + let us make haste!” + </p> + <p> + But to consent was one thing: the <i>how</i> another: the mere suspicion + of the willingness of Kaiser or Tsar shook their thrones. Whereupon Russia + said to Hogarth: “Recently dispossessed, they cling dyingly now to their + lands, so I will <i>buy</i> the land from them, and <i>you</i> will lend + me the money”; to which Hogarth virtually replied: “It is too childish to + talk of buying part of a heavenly body from a Russian: have you no sense + of humour? You may give the Russian 'nobles' some money, if that pleases + you: but without my help. If His Majesty the Tsar is more afraid of them + than of me, my only way will be to prove myself more truly terrible than + they”. + </p> + <p> + But high words hurl down no hundred-headed hydra: in France—fast, + faster—with dizzy vertigo—millions were forming themselves + into secret societies, while in England was One only—but stronger + than the many of France. + </p> + <p> + By the date of Rebekah's pilgrimage Hogarth had so far failed and yielded, + as almost to decide that from the <i>Boodah</i> nothing could be done, + unless he went to the extent of ruining and starving. The other + alternative was the fixing upon one nation, becoming its recognized ruler, + and there furnishing an example both of <i>modus operandi</i>, and of a + subsequent state of happiness, which others could not long refrain from + imitating. + </p> + <p> + But this modification was still in the air; and, meanwhile, he listened, + weighed, revolved: using men, impressing, convincing, extracting for his + use the wisdom of their experience, estimating the exact pressure of the + Time, the <i>timbre</i> of its roar. + </p> + <p> + So on the morning after Rebekah's arrival his Gold Stick became his rack + from the moment of the bow from the throne till noon: name after name—cordons, + orders, gold-lace, sashes, stars, tiaras; till enter the four Jewesses, + the bank-manager, the rabbi, Hogarth's pallor showing up his three moles + and nose-freckles, adding a glare to his eyes, he suffering from the + runaway drumming of his heart. + </p> + <p> + The ladies stoop through curtseys; the men do reverence; Hogarth bows. + </p> + <p> + There like a Begum of Bhopal stood Rebekah, floridly reflected in the + glassy floor, sallow under the eyes, smiling at him, he at her; and very + quickly now, she once in his sight, he recovered comparative calm, and the + strength of his heart. + </p> + <p> + “Your first visit to the <i>Boodah</i>, I think?”—looking at her. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my Lord King”—curtseying. + </p> + <p> + “Do you like her?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes: she is solid, and mighty, and rich. In my own, and the name of + my friends, I beg to thank your Lordship's Majesty for your Lordship's + Majesty's kind and good hospitality to us”. + </p> + <p> + “Humbugging little beggar”, thought Hogarth, his mind slowly gathering + tone, but rushing meanwhile into a species of frivolous assurance after + those agitations, his hands still cold. + </p> + <p> + “Well”, he said, “but you have not seen her! I think I know her fairly + well, and I propose to be myself your guide, if that will interest you—” + </p> + <p> + The Rabbi spoke with trembling voice: “It is gracious, my Lord King. We + are here, however, humbly to present an urgent petition to your Lordship's + Majesty. Baruch Frankl, at present a prisoner in the <i>Boodah</i>, a man + no longer young, and habituated to comfort—” + </p> + <p> + “Stay”, interrupted Hogarth: “if you have a petition the day and hour must + be arranged by negotiation between yourself and my Chamberlain. But + surely, meantime, I may consider you my guest? Miss Frankl and I—have + met—in the world. Come, ladies—come, sirs—say yes!” + </p> + <p> + Rebekah, standing averted, flashed a look at him, reading his heart, and + Jews and Jewesses laid heads together, whispering a little, until the + Rabbi said, bowing: “We bend to your Lordship's Majesty's most gracious + will”. + </p> + <p> + “Agreed, then, sir. We might now see the <i>Boodah</i>, and if you will + luncheon with me—Mr. Chamberlain! direct Admiral Quilter-Beckett to + meet me at once in the north corridor”. + </p> + <p> + He rose, master of his limbs now, descended, unrobed in an alcove, and in + a corridor above the circular stair came upon Quilter-Beckett, who, acting + as guide, Rebekah's hand now resting on Hogarth's arm, led them about the + <i>Boodah</i>, now walking, now slipping in little trains over eighty-foot + rails, rolled in one heat, laid down the vanishing length of dim-lit + corridors floored with white tiles, their frieze of majolica, with rows of + ceramics; and they saw the armouries, piles of rifles, cutlasses, pistols; + ferneries grown by electric light; great cold-storage rooms that struck a + chill, for preserving meats, butter, fruit; the doctors' <i>environ</i>, + the dispensary, and roomy hospital; watched from a railing the working + engines that fixed the <i>Boodah's</i> position, Hogarth here saying: + “There you have a menagerie of gnome-land: observe those two black + beetles, sedately nodding; and there is daddy-longlegs, working his legs + gymnastically; and the three pairs of gallant grey stallions, galloping + grandly neck to neck; and those two ridiculous beings, rubbing their palms + together, round and round: each preoccupied, comically solemn, busied + about its own quaint affairs—like a varied gnomeland”. + </p> + <p> + And Rebekah said in a meek tone, like the hen submitting: “Yes, I see now + you say it, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + Up stairs and down, round semicircles, up lifts, through nooks, corridors: + saw the guns, and how by hydraulics everything was done—the hoisting + of ammunition, loading, training: guns intact, guns wrecked by the + Dreadnoughts; and shimmering kitchens, which reeked a smell of heat, and + the dairy-maids, and the line of kine, and the row of prison-doors, and + the mechanism of ventilation, fans and blowers, the drainage-system, and + the dynamos for lighting, for supplying power to motors, for heating, and + for shimmering forth rich in the search-lights; and the central ballroom, + the clothes store, the original one-ninety-sixth model, the + Ambassador-region, the steaming laundry, and the roof, where Rebekah saw + her initials on the breeze, and the vertical pop-guns under shields for + dealing with aeroplane attack, and the cream theatre, and the paymaster's + suite, and the bunkers, the Government-offices, and the tax-receiving + rooms, the telephone system, and the lady-telegraphists—till all + were tired, though half had not been seen. They luncheoned together; in + the early afternoon there was an Investiture, and she was there; for + “five-o'clock” there was a Gounod concert in the theatre, and she sat in + his box; at night the Bulgarian Ambassador gave a ball, and she danced a + gavotte with him. + </p> + <p> + When they parted a dying wind sighed his name: “<i>Hogarth</i>...”; and + when Loveday before sleeping happened to ask: “When do we set out for + London, Richard?” Hogarth with a laugh turned upon him, replying: “When do + we set out for Arcturus and the Pleiades? Do give one time to look round + him!” + </p> + <p> + The next morning Rebekah, led forward from a semicircle of courtiers by a + backing Silver Stick, approached within four feet of the Throne, and after + the protracted humiliation of her curtsey, said ruefully: “Our party have + failed, my Lord King, to obtain audience for our humble petition till + after four days”. + </p> + <p> + “Is that too long?” + </p> + <p> + “We could not wait beyond to-night. Our good Rabbi, and my father's + Manager—both must hurry back, and we others with them. This being + so, <i>I</i> appeal to Your Lordship's Majesty “. + </p> + <p> + “A <i>personal</i> appeal?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”—poutingly. + </p> + <p> + “Then, I grant an audience”. + </p> + <p> + “Where?” + </p> + <p> + “Here”. + </p> + <p> + “Who will be here?” + </p> + <p> + “Why—you and I.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>No</i>”—very low, with pressed lips. + </p> + <p> + “I am so sorry”, says he: “it is the only chance I shall have; not for + long—a few minutes—I am so busy. Otherwise, you will have to + stay four days—and your poor father suffering—” + </p> + <p> + She seemed unsure now, and his hands in the uncertainty of that moment + were moist like melting ice. + </p> + <p> + “So, then, you accept”, said he: “a little audience—you grant me? Or + rather, I grant you”. + </p> + <p> + “When, my Lord King?” + </p> + <p> + “At three—No, what folly! At four. Will you? At four? And here? Say + at four”. + </p> + <p> + He spoke leaning keenly forward; and she, with a curtsey of acquiescence, + retired. + </p> + <p> + They were near again, and yet far, in the <i>salle à manger</i> at + luncheon, a function of a hundred guests at small tables, with more of + orchestra than of talk; and even as Hogarth and his train entered, and the + crowd rose, she saw his eyes, by some power, prowl and find her. + </p> + <p> + Afterwards there were two hours to wait. + </p> + <p> + Such a heat of haste now possessed them both! Hogarth locked himself from + his attendants into his bed-chamber, and, tumbling a chaos of clothes and + uniforms upon the carpet, stumbled bitterly among them, hunting for a + cravat whose effect he remembered; wished at the mirror that he had no + moles and nose-freckles, or that his father had turned him out rather less + black; and anon a delicious chill pang of mingled sugar and peppermint + would gash his heart at the thought: “<i>she consented!</i>” He broke + glass, dropped his watch to fragments, hissing “damn the thing!”; and + about half-past three the hands of Rebekah, too, in <i>her</i> locked + closet, were like the scattering sirocco among powder-boxes brushes, + jewel-cases, and toilet-toys. What a hot haste was here! She too much + blued her eyes, and bruised the skin in wiping, intense the contest + between poudre blanche and poudre Rachel, violette and germandrée, she + manoeuvring among mirrors to catch each angle of view, but with a blind + impatience; and, if she wanted something, she tripped running, breathless: + such a disease of flurry, an eruption and conflagration of haste—for + nothing; yet, all the while, with a miserable sub-feeling of the penal + creeping of time. + </p> + <p> + At four Hogarth in the Throne-room alone was now afraid that he would not + be able to utter a syllable, and wished that she would not come; then, in + a minute, began to fear that she would not, and wondered whether he was + not a deluded fool ever to have dreamed it, he walking quick, or anon + listening like a thief in that half-dark: for few lights were shining, the + hall like the after-flush of sunset just before the dark. + </p> + <p> + At four past four he was aware of a rustling train's rush down the steps, + and now was like a man with his neck on the block, awaiting the axe. A + moment afterwards she was before him, and two moments afterwards he was + collected and hot, and a man again. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Dear</i>”, he whispered at her ear, leading her by the hand to an + ottoman in a near alcove. + </p> + <p> + She, in self-defence, was repellent, breathlessly saying with galloping + haste: “No—I will not sit: you sit, and I will stand here: do as I + say, Hogarth—or I repent and go: I know you, and you know me—or + you should. Our talk must be short. You say <i>dear</i> to me: that is + very gentle, my friend; but it was not to bandy such words that I am here—alone—with + you and your strength—Hogarth. I come as a suppliant, to implore you—firstly + for the man who is my father—and secondly for yourself, to warn you. + You are said to be about to become the sovereign of England—” + </p> + <p> + “<i>I</i> am?”—starting where he sat obediently before her, + surprised that she should utter the purpose then forming in his mind: + “witch—of Endor!” + </p> + <p> + “<i>I</i> am not the witch, but an old lady in whose predictions many Jews + believe, who prophesies the return of the Jews to Palestine—through + you. Be that as it may, if it is so that you are about to meddle with the + institutions of England, oh beware, the resistence will be terrible!” + </p> + <p> + “With respect to England I am omnipotent”. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you can starve it, but <i>will</i> you? You won't. And listen to + your friend: there is now in London a society, enormously powerful I + believe, sworn to your destruction”. + </p> + <p> + “What can they do—assassinate me?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! who knows?” + </p> + <p> + “That would be too childish: I have sown my seed in Time, and it will + grow: two thousand little lords could hardly obliterate the ploughing of + my wrist. But you know this?” + </p> + <p> + “Richard, my father is of them”. + </p> + <p> + “Ha!—I forgive him: his daughter seems to be on the other side—” + </p> + <p> + “Richard, you would not touch my hand? Ah, my friend, I warn you—! + Now—you have agitated—I have been ill—my father is of + them. And who is one of the closest associates of my father—?” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “The person known as Admiral Donald, whom <i>I</i> know very well to be + Monsignor O'Hara. I think you might have been more—recondite—in + your choice of an admiral, Richard!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah?—you surprise me”. + </p> + <p> + “But why? You once sent that man to me as a notebearer: certainly, a + singular selection. You must have known that he had been a convict—” + </p> + <p> + “I thought him innocent then!” + </p> + <p> + “But you know now—?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + “And is it not extraordinary that your ensign bears my initials, while + this man is one of your commanders?” + </p> + <p> + “I confess that I do not see the point—” + </p> + <p> + “Then you cannot know, I suppose, that it was against <i>me</i> that his + offence was directed”. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth's left lid lowered.... + </p> + <p> + “But my complaint is of the present: are you not aware of the scandal + which the <i>Mahomet</i> is now creating in the world?” + </p> + <p> + “Scandal?” + </p> + <p> + “Thrice lately whispers have reached me of unnameable iniquities + perpetrated there—Alexandria of the sixth century, Rome of the + second! I believe the rumour is widely spread in London—no woman of + the world now lands on the <i>Mahomet</i>”. + </p> + <p> + “It was <i>you</i> whom he assaulted...” Hogarth laughed and was pale at + once. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but observe that I must go now, my friend. I have spoken of the + things which I had in my mind: there remains—my father”. + </p> + <p> + “He shall go with you”. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you, my Lord King; that must be in an hour: so I say, Richard, + good-bye”. + </p> + <p> + “I do not suppose you can dream how dark—” he went woefully. + </p> + <p> + Of which she took no notice, but with rapid speech said: “How fair this + hall is—one supposes that the art of impressions was lost with + Solomon—like some chamber under a lake at set of sun, colour without + substance, suspended, flushed—I cannot express—” + </p> + <p> + “Sad, say”. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Richard”. + </p> + <p> + “Rebekah!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Richard, my poor friend?” + </p> + <p> + “Have pity!” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Richard!” + </p> + <p> + “I can't help it, you are all mixed up with my blood, don't go from me. If + you think it a sin—the Gentile—God will forgive the charity. + Come for ever—” + </p> + <p> + Now he sobbed once, and, as he sobbed, she was on her knees, in pagan + posture, at his knees. “Do not—” distractedly—“see, I kiss + your hand-do you doubt that I pity my love—as a mother has + compassion—?” + </p> + <p> + Now were heaving breasts, a vehement fight for breaths, wild eyes, and a + live brand in the marrow. + </p> + <p> + “You will not go! I have you! In God's name, what a mad thing—!” + </p> + <p> + “My furious king—you kiss—” the short-winded <i>mélée</i> of + whispers now suffocated in a passion of inarticulate breaths; but at that + moment one of Rebekah's chaperons, wandering out of time and place, stood + at the alcove entrance, and they, smitten into two, sprang straight, + awaked from trance, Rebekah with half a sob and half a laugh. + </p> + <p> + And two hours later Hogarth, from the roof, saw the Jewish yacht disappear + to the East, on board being the four—and Frankl. + </p> + <p> + As he descended, he threw up his head with: “Ha!—O'Hara”; announced + his immediate departure with only a secretary and two lords-in-waiting, + left a mystical note for Loveday, saying that he had decided to go alone + in quest of Margaret, and went almost secretly, only the salute informing + the <i>Boodah</i> as he steamed away. In reality he was in haste to face + O'Hara, and the yacht's bows turned, not eastward, but southward, under + forced draught, to arrive at the <i>Mahomet</i> in early afternoon. As her + flags indicated the Lord of the Sea absent, there was no salute, and, + landing in a panama and jacket, in the Collector's Office he gave the sign + of mum, and, led only by a blue-jacket, went spying the depths of the <i>Mahomet</i>. + </p> + <p> + In many parts, noticing a singular odour, “What is it I smell?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Incense, my Lord King”, the man answered. + </p> + <p> + On the fourth floor he entered the loveliest <i>bijou</i> chapel, the + coenaculum gold-plated, altar flower-piled, frescoed roof, “stations” in + oils, where a lonesome Moorish youth slothfully swung and swung a thurible + ruby-studded: but in vestments of no <i>enfant de choeur</i>—of an + ancient Phrygian. + </p> + <p> + Another descent and Hogarth reached a region of laugh and harping: + whereupon, dismissing his guide, he tracked the music into a nook so rare, + that he stood amazed—a Court of Love, or Mahommedan Heaven, or grot + of Omar—anything old, lovely, and devil-sacred—the air + chokingly odorous, near a fountain some brazen demon—Moloch or Baal—buried + in roses, over everything roses, bounty of flowers, a very harvest-home of + Chloris, Flora in revel; and smooth youths bearing cups for some twenty + others, all garlanded, besides those on the marble stage; and on the stage + itself a scene of dancing girls, Sevillian, Neapolitan, Algerian, mixed + with masked Satyrs, which made Hogarth pale, while at a Herod's-table + buried under fruits, wines, flowers and gold, reclined Pat O'Hara, + tonsured now, crowned with ivy and violets, gowned in a violet toga; while + under a pendulum whose swings left whiffs of incense behind lay Harris + insensible. + </p> + <p> + As Hogarth descended into it, harp and dance ceased; some leapt to their + feet: but O'Hara sat still, gazing in a dead silence through glairy eyes, + while Hogarth, looking about, spied an electric button in a couch, touched + it, and soon a man in uniform stood at a door above. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” asked Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “John Souttar, head-telegraphist, may it please your Lordship's Majesty”. + </p> + <p> + “Make haste: tell the First Lieutenant and the Chief Constable that the + Lord of the Sea is here”. + </p> + <p> + By now all the revellers were on their feet; no sound: only, the clicking + pendulum voyaged, landed an incense-whiff, and voyaged, like traders. + </p> + <p> + Then the Lieutenant appeared, mottled and panting, and immediately the + Constable. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Royds”, said Hogarth: “is it practicable to flood this room quickly + with a hose?” + </p> + <p> + “I—should think so, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + “See to it. First set guards at the exits”. + </p> + <p> + He turned to the other: “Mr. Chief Constable, I give all present, except, + of course, your Admiral, into custody, on a charge of misdemeanour on the + high seas. The General Prosecutor will, in due course, forward the + indictment to your Summary Court. Have your men here with handcuffs”. + </p> + <p> + Again silence, till, in four minutes, two men appeared on the steps, + ball-nozzle in hand; upon which Hogarth said to O'Hara: “Follow me”, and + as the two passed up, O'Hara tottery, care hanging on that ponderous + nether-lip, Hogarth whispered the hose-bearers: “Drown the room well—man + and woman—do not spare”. + </p> + <p> + To O'Hara he said: “Lead to your suite”, and, descending, they presently + stood in a bed-temple, the bed surrounded with mirrors, and at the other + end of the apartment an altar—pyx, six unflickering candles, and + flowers, with rail and reredos, and maxims of St. Theresa. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth said: “Sleep two hours”, and went out, turning the key. + </p> + <p> + But in half an hour O'Hara had started awake, sober, and, clapping his + palms over his face, burst into tears. + </p> + <p> + That Hogarth might be capable of impeachment before a Court of Admirals, + followed by death on the block, he feared; and he rolled, groaning, + tugging his tonsure-fringe, which, on the forehead, lay a thin grey + forelock, thinking: “Guilty wretch that I am! putrid, unwholesome, + hopeless, I have befouled the holiest: how richly do I deserve to die!”; + and even as he groaned and smote, his secret mind weighed up the chances + of Hogarth's action. + </p> + <p> + He rose, listened, rushed to the door, found it locked, tossed up + despairing hands, and tottered to the altar, at which he knelt, all sighs, + and dying fish-eyes, and sideward-languishing face, and weary woe. Ah! how + great the mountain of his iniquity: if he might be but once more spared, + his evil remainder of days he would bury in some Carmelite retreat, with + fastings and prayers; but no—he had too much tempted the Eternal + patience, the sword was out against him. Yet he implored, he implored with + groans: with half an eye, meanwhile, on the door; and, having with regard + to Hogarth a piece of secret knowledge which he guarded deep for some + possible emergency and use (the fact of Hogarth's Jewish birth), as he + prayed, his brain with complete detachment worked out the question whether + he might now reveal this with advantage. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth found him kneeling, said “Get up”, and O'Hara stood, leaning upon + the rail, too faint to stand unpropped, Hogarth contemplating him, tapping + the toes. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir! I know all: your whole past”. + </p> + <p> + “Red as crimson—!” went O'Hara faintly, with tossed hands. + </p> + <p> + “Red enough, Admiral. You are a bad old man: merit death”. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, God knows it, my Lord King! I do assure you, I am a leprous wretch: + and I welcome death—I pray you, I pray Heaven, for it—” + </p> + <p> + “You should have it, if you were a better, or a younger, man: but I will + not stain the Empire of which you were chosen to be a stay, and are the + shame, with the blood of such as you. You are beneath judgment: and that + clemency which is our scutcheon I extend to you. Live, therefore, and + repent, O'Hara. I, however, you understand, now turn from you for ever. + And I discharge you like a menial, sir. See to it that within six months + you have your affairs regulated, and send in your resignation to the + Government”. + </p> + <p> + He turned and went; and, as he disappeared, O'Hara straightened, coolly + went “H'm!”, and took snuff. He lived, he lived: while there is life there + is fun. + </p> + <p> + Fumbling about, searching for nothing, all relieved and rescued, yet + stunned, he suddenly exclaimed: “What a noble fellow is my son Hogarth!”, + and knelt again. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth in the same hour was away for England; and on the fourth evening + thence, the street-lamps just lit, stood before No. 11 Market Street, + Edgware Road, come for Margaret; his carriage waiting at a corner forty + yards away; and though within the last hour he had realized vividly that + his voyage to the <i>Mahomet</i> had given Frankl time to remove her, or + accomplish any devilish device in his power with respect to her, he was + now all prospect and expectancy. + </p> + <p> + The house was three-storied, mean, unlighted, with an “area”; from a + neighbouring window a woman screaming down to some playing children; and + under her a shop sending out that fishy fume which “drove Asmodeus back to + hell”. + </p> + <p> + He rapped, received no answer, rapped again without reply, then stepped + down and back, looking up: and suddenly, faintly, but distinctly, he heard + her voice, high up—<i>singing</i>. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O what a pretty place, + And what a graceful city, + Where the striplings are so gay, + And the ladies are so pretty “. +</pre> + <p> + It was she! He ran and banged at the door: no reply. + </p> + <p> + Back again he stepped; and now a window on the top floor went up, and she, + putting out her head, twice beckoned him—listlessly, it seemed, then + drew in; and instantly—again—he heard her sing. + </p> + <p> + As once more he ran to the door, he discovered now that it was open, + darted into darkness, up uncarpeted stairs, making for that upper room, + vague light through grimy stair-windows guiding his impassioned dash; and + on the third floor entered a room with two doors, beyond one of which was + the room he sought: but that door was locked. + </p> + <p> + At it he pushed, fumbled, called: “Margaret!” No reply. And suddenly he + heard her singing, not before, but behind him. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Happy day! Happy day! + When Jesus washed my sins away “... +</pre> + <p> + When he flew to the other door, and now found it, too, locked, gradually + in that gloom all colour faded from his face; and the voice sang on: + “Happy day! happy day”.... + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0043" id="link2H_4_0043"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLIII. — THE LAND BILL + </h2> + <p> + The Manifesto's “month of grace” was passing, yet nothing had been done, + second-rate Powers awaiting the Great, while the Great, appalled by the + bigness of the demand, fussed and intrigued, consulted, fermented and + proposed: but did nothing. + </p> + <p> + But at last, on the 3rd of December, the First Lord of the Treasury laid a + Bill on the table of our Commons—at the end of an Autumn-session! + </p> + <p> + On the 3rd: and on the 1st the Lord of the Sea had been captured near + Edgware Road, the probability being that this Bill was brought forward + with a knowledge of that capture. + </p> + <p> + It consisted of three clauses and two schedules—called The Land + Purchase Bill; and it had only to be published to produce the stormiest + agitation ever known. + </p> + <p> + The Opposition was the Jew-Liberal-Labour party; and when the Labour + Congress (met at Manchester) denounced the measure, there occurred a + “split”, a Liberal-Labour cave, the whole body of Jews, numbering 87, + retiring to the Government ranks. + </p> + <p> + The Bill proposed the “purchase” of Britain from its “owners” by the + British, the price fixed being 27 times the annual value, to be paid in + settled annuities for entailed estates, and in consols for unentailed. + </p> + <p> + So, then, the Government would buy London alone for 1400 millions and + Britain for 8000 millions—a bad lookout for England. + </p> + <p> + And the authors of the Bill chose a moment when Hogarth was living on + bread and poisoned water in Market Street. + </p> + <p> + It rapidly passed to Committee, and then to the Lords. + </p> + <p> + But on that night a terrifying rumour for the first time pervaded England: + that the Lord of the Sea, having come to London at the beginning of the + month, was missing, and that his person had been claimed from our + Government by the Sea under menaces. + </p> + <p> + In fact, when a week, two weeks, had passed, and not a whisper from + Hogarth, apprehension had turned into certainty in the breasts of + Quilter-Beckett, Loveday, and all: and at a hurried Council called in the + <i>Boodah</i> on the 19th, when the date of Hogarth's landing at + Southampton was determined, and his small train-in-waiting, his coachman, + re-examined for the twentieth time, one certainty emerged: Frankl had had + time to reach England before him; and the arrest of Frankl was demanded. + </p> + <p> + Now England in consternation almost forgot the Land Bill; Scotland Yard + ransacked Market Street: not a trace of Hogarth; it dissected the country + for Frankl: but Frankl was now in the <i>Mahomet</i>, safely conferring + with O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + The popular tempest first directed itself against the League of + Resistance: and at an attack upon its Offices in Victoria Street during + the afternoon of the 21st Viscount Reid (the Secretary), and a girl, were + killed by missiles; petitions signed by the nation raining meanwhile upon + the Prince of Wales: for, apart from the wreck which threatened, Hogarth's + popularity was at present considerable with the masses, whose instincts + suspected those above them of knowing more of his disappearance than + appeared. + </p> + <p> + On the night of the 22nd, when things had an air of revolution, + fifty-three men met in a house in Adair Street, W. (This runs parallel to + Market Street, the backs of the two house-rows facing.) + </p> + <p> + These were the warders of Hogarth: and the object of that night's meeting + was to determine whether he should die, and when, and how; the Land Bill + now awaiting the Royal Assent; and on the morrow British high-sea trade to + be ruthlessly stopped, failing news of Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + The room was double, with an arch in the partition, through which ran a + rough-board table surrounded with velvet arm-chairs; the floor richly + carpeted, though paper peeled from the walls; down the table a procession + of silver candlesticks and typewritten notice-papers and agenda; the + windows boarded—a second floor; and in a room near, Hogarth, + shackled hand and foot, he having been borne through a subterranean way, + made for the purpose, from the cellar in Market Street to this Adair + Street. + </p> + <p> + From eight o'clock men began to let themselves in at the two doors in both + streets, and continued to arrive till nine, when a marquis at the + table-head rose to speak, the others leaning back with downcast eyes, + nearly all pale. + </p> + <p> + The point before them was plainly put by the speaker on the Question: + viz., whether they had more to fear from the life, or from the death, of + the Lord of the Sea. + </p> + <p> + “By a strange Providence”, he said, “this man is in our hands: and we have + the right to become his executioners. My Lords and Gentlemen, the awful + decision rests with you to-night”. + </p> + <p> + Then, one after another, they rose, they spoke: no two views identical; + till at ten it was voted that the question be put, voting papers went + round, and presently the ballot-result was announced amid a momentous + stillness. + </p> + <p> + Twenty-eight had voted for the death, twenty-five against. + </p> + <p> + But in that minute a key was heard in the room door, and in rushed two + flushed men: Frankl and O'Hara, just arrived in London from the sea; and + Frankl burst into speech: + </p> + <p> + “I hope this is all right, my lords, my coming like this, and bringing + into your very midst a gentleman who is not one of us. When I tell you + that he is Admiral Donald of the <i>Mahomet</i>, turned away like a + servant, how does that make your lordships feel? A house divided against + itself can't stand; and this gentleman has a scheme in his pocket—he + will read it to your lordships—which will crack up the Empire of the + Sea like an egg-shell! So I do hope, my lords, that you have not decided + anything hasty about putting away Richard Hogarth: for unless he is + liberated this night, it means sure and certain stoppage of everything + tomorrow: and <i>that</i> means my ruin, and many another's beside—” + </p> + <p> + Now the Master called him to order, and addressed himself to O'Hara, who, + in admiral's uniform and stars, all stately bows, grave smiles, in ten + minutes had given guarantees, was a member, and in thirty had read a + memorandum of a scheme of betrayal which everyone saw to be feasible. + </p> + <p> + Then the vote of death was annulled; and when the meeting broke up Hogarth + was being lifted with bandaged eyes through the subterranean way to Market + Street, where four men deposited him near the house-door, undid his ropes, + said to him “You are free”, and there he remained twenty minutes without + motion, deadly sick, then rose, and, on finding the door, went wildly with + dragged feet, tottered into a cab, and leant brow on hand. + </p> + <p> + As he entered the porch of his Berkeley Square house, Loveday rushed out + to his knees with adoring eyes, having hardly hoped to see again that face + of Hogarth, while Hogarth patted the bowed head, saying: “Do get me a + meal, and let me hear what has been going on....Oh, I am weary “. + </p> + <p> + And during the meal he heard all: of the Land Bill, the turmoil. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my God!” he exclaimed, “is there no drop of generous blood at all + among those people? Never again do I trust them to make their own + arrangements I When does this precious Bill have the Royal Assent?” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow, it is supposed”. + </p> + <p> + “Really!”—he started: “and whereabouts is the Prince of Wales?” + </p> + <p> + “At Windsor to-night”. + </p> + <p> + “Order the motor quick. I'll go”. + </p> + <p> + He was soon off, and Loveday, listening to the dark story of Margaret's + appearing and singing, and vanishing, accompanied him under a frosty moon, + snow lying on village-street and hedge; but, travelling hard, they arrived + shortly after one upon a Prince who, a wakeful man that night, sat + conferring with Private Secretary and Attorney-General, he having assented + to the introduction of the Land Bill, then been alarmed by the storm, and + now was confronted with the responsibility of either giving His Majesty's + assent, and earning execration, or refusing it, and taking a step + unheard-of since William III. + </p> + <p> + In that state of embarrassment he was, when the Lord of the Sea was + announced, and “It is with heartiest pleasure that I offer to your + Lordship's Majesty my congratulations on this re-appearance”, he said, + greatly and gladly surprised, without at all seeming so. + </p> + <p> + And the two conferred till three, when a secretary, at Hogarth's + dictation, wrote a document and its duplicate: a contract between Prince + and King, giving pledges on each side, private, yet most momentous; and + each, having signed both copies, retained one. + </p> + <p> + The next evening the Clerk in the Lords uttered those unusual words: “<i>Le + Roy s'avisera</i>,” and the country was thrown into transport by the news + of the Royal rejection of the Land Bill, processions singing the National + Anthem, bells ringing: and for a month the mention of a Royal name in any + assembly brought the people to their feet. + </p> + <p> + Ministers, of course, resigned; and, as the Liberals refused office, writs + for a new House were made returnable for the end of January. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0044" id="link2H_4_0044"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLIV. — THE REGENCY + </h2> + <p> + During the next month England was in a general-election turmoil; at the + same time a Land Bill in the French Chamber, and one in the Reichstag, was + thrown out: whereupon a <i>ukase</i> from the <i>Boodah</i> announced the + raising of sea-rent to 5s. on all ships over 2000 tons after the 1st + February, the month of grace over, the “screw tightening”. + </p> + <p> + Already distress in England was great, coal being at three-and-sixpence, + bread at nine pence; a cry had arisen for the Union of Britain with the + Sea; and on the 27th of January a plebiscite among the Trade Unions + resulted in an affirmative vote of five millions out of an electorate of + nine. + </p> + <p> + Now, at this time the bulletins respecting His Majesty were of a settled + depression: he lived, but languished; and it was understood that the new + Ministry's first act would be the appointment of a Regency. + </p> + <p> + Then appeared a rumour: alterations were going forward at Buckingham + Palace on a scale of splendour new to Western mansions; the Prince of + Wales had passed three days, from the 17th to the 19th, in the <i>Boodah</i>: + and the saying went that, on the night of the rejection of the Land Bill, + a compact had taken place between the Prince and the Sea for a three + years' Regency of the latter. + </p> + <p> + Excitement ensued, the matter becoming an election test: and 180 Labour + Members, with 70 Liberals were returned pledged to support a Regency of + the Sea. + </p> + <p> + A definite coalition, meantime, had been announced between the Jews and + the Conservatives. + </p> + <p> + Never was election so rolled in dust and noise, in the result the Jews + having the casting vote: and if ever race was looked at askance, it was + they now by the British. + </p> + <p> + The session having been opened by Commission, a resolution passed Lords + and Commons that the Prince of Wales be empowered to exercise the Royal + Authority; whereupon the Prince at the palace, having heard the Address, + read a reply, sufficiently startling to the country, though well foreknown + to those present: he laid stress upon the new conditions of the world—that + phlegmatic eye, which had seen so much, lifting a moment in punctuation to + dwell coldly upon his hearers, then coldly reading again; the + difficulties, he said, which he was called upon to face on behalf of His + Majesty were not lightly to be undertaken, and his fuller answer would be + contained in a proposal which he would make in the Lords as a peer of the + realm. + </p> + <p> + The next night in a crowded House he read a speech distinguished by + extraordinary dignity and severity: “My lords”, he said at one point, + slapping the table, though those eyes remained royally null: “when will + your lordships learn to recognize the facts of life?” and, having proposed + His Lordship's Majesty, the Lord of the Sea, to be Regent during His + Majesty's illness, such Regency not to exceed a period of three years, he + recommended a plebiscite. + </p> + <p> + No plebiscite was taken: for within some days the sense of the + constituencies was revealed, and the Leader in the Lords received stern + hints from the Liberal Leader, which damped pride: so their lordships + abstained from Westminster, their Resolution being passed by just a + quorum. + </p> + <p> + The country wondered at the ease with which the whole went off—not + knowing that those who might have led resistance had a thought, and a + prospect, inspired by one Pat O'Hara, which comforted them. + </p> + <p> + And now a Deputation of Five took boat in the <i>Prince George</i>, to + wait upon the Lord of the Sea in the <i>Boodah</i> Throne Room, where the + Lord President read the information that they were a Committee appointed + to attend His Lordship's Majesty with the Resolutions of the Houses. + </p> + <p> + “We are instructed”, he read, “to express the hope which the Lords + Spiritual and Temporal, and the Commons, entertain, that His Lordship's + Majesty, from his regard to the interests of His Majesty the King, will be + ready to undertake the weighty and important trust proposed to be invested + in His Lordship's Majesty, as soon as an Act of Parliament shall have been + passed for carrying the same into effect”. + </p> + <p> + He then read, and delivered, the Resolutions. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth replied, reading: “My Lords and Gentlemen, I receive the + communication which your two Houses have instructed you to make to me with + those sentiments of regard which I ever entertain for your two Houses. + Deeply impressed with the necessity of tranquillizing the public mind + throughout the world, I do not hesitate to accept the office and situation + proposed to me”. + </p> + <p> + So the Deputation departs; five days later twelve British battleships + surround the <i>Boodah</i>, come to accompany the Lord of the Sea to + England; and at eleven on the morning of the 9th, his yacht, borne in on + the strong thunders of a royal salute, drops anchor in Southampton Water. + </p> + <p> + He had set so gorgeous a standard of luxury to Europe, that no one dreamed + of making his entry into London an ordinary <i>fête</i>; and, as the + procession traversed the triumphal arches of Piccadilly, he, swept to the + gods in the lap of gallant sublimities, plumes, sabres, showering hoofs, + squad-troops, outriders, showed to the Prince beside him and to the + Czarowitz before him a miniature of Rebecca Frankl. + </p> + <p> + Some streets cheered—not all much: but during the illuminated night + all London seemed to abandon itself to revelry. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Hogarth went in state to the Chapel Royal for certificate + of Communion, attended by heralds, Sergeants-at-mace, sword-of-state, the + Duke of York; and after “the service” communicated under a canopy at the + hand of the Bishop of London. + </p> + <p> + Then, on the 14th, Lords and Commons had a final conference over the + Regency Bill, when the Assistant of the Parliaments uttered the worlds: “<i>Le + Roy le Veult</i>”; and on the 15th, the swearing-in day, a party of + grenadiers with colours and fifes marched into the palace grounds, + continuously to play “God Save the King”; while yeomen and ushers, + together with servants-in-state of the Lord of the Sea, lined the great + hall and staircase, life-guardsmen lining a vista of state-apartments + ending in a Blue-velvet Room, recently decorated; by 2.30 P.M. Privy + Councillors commenced to arrive, till at 3.45 P.M. the Lord of the Sea + sent Admiral Quilter-Beckett to the President of the Council, ordering his + presence; and presently was himself seen coming up the vista, accompanied + by his own household-officers, to the Blue-velvet Room where he sat at the + table-head, the Royal personages on each hand, his own officers ranged on + each side of the entrance-arch; and now one by one entered the + full-dressed Councillors, with bows which he returned, taking seat + according to precedence—Canterbury, then the Lord Chancellor, then + York; and last came and sat a certain Mr. Forrest, Keeper of the Records. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth then rose and said: + </p> + <p> + “My Lords: I understand that by the Act passed by your Parliament + appointing me Regent of this Empire, I am required to take certain oaths, + as prescribed by the said Act: I am now ready to take these oaths “. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon rose the Lord Privy Seal, made a reverence, approached, and + read, while Hogarth pronounced after him: + </p> + <p> + “I sincerely promise and swear that I will be faithful and bear true + allegiance to His Majesty King George. So help me, God. + </p> + <p> + “I do solemnly promise and swear that I will truly and faithfully execute + the Office of Regent of the King's Empire according to an Act of + Parliament entitled 'an Act, etc.', and that I will, etc. So help me, + God”. + </p> + <p> + He then subscribed the two oaths, and after him the Privy Councillors, the + Lord President first, as witnesses. It was then delivered to the Record + Keeper, who deposited it in a box, while Hogarth presented his + Lord's-Supper certificate: whereupon the Lord President bent the knee and + kissed his hand, then the Royal personages, then the Archbishops, + advancing in order on both sides. + </p> + <p> + It was a week of Hope, the turning over of a new leaf, so the spirit of + festival reigned, and was deepened when the evening papers that day + announced that a <i>ukase</i> of the Sea had reduced rent on British ships + by 1s. 9d. per ton, and was heightened when during that and the following + nights Hogarth dispensed three millions in fêting England: his + illuminations having no resemblance to those sickly twinklings, tremulous + at their own cost, previously deemed good enough for the jubilee-days of + an empire; the people were astonished: ample and planetary his mind, his + hand right royal, and London, bursting into light, flashed tidings of our + earth to Mars. It was incredible then that any had ever wept, or would + weep again; the bitterest foes of the Regent caught the contagion of + world-gala; Europe flocked to London; theatres were gratis; the illusion + of the comet of the final night was complete, her lurid rays sprawling + 2000 feet aloft in stiff portentousness, prophesying Change, the parks all + transfigured into universes of moons, crescents, stars, jerbs, + Roman-candles, <i>pots de brin</i>, girandoles of rockets, pagodas, + marquees, each tree a net of fireflies, while from five hundred and thirty + balloons, with silent burst, snowed diverse fires. + </p> + <p> + The new reign opened with promise. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0045" id="link2H_4_0045"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLV. — ESTRELLA, THE PROPHETESS + </h2> + <p> + For three weeks a Provisional Ministry carried on the Government, + confining itself to Supply; till, on the 3rd March, the Lord Regent + succeeded in forming a Cabinet; and at 9 on the evening of the 5th for the + first time addressed himself to the country in the House of Lords. + </p> + <p> + That night the world seemed hushed to listen, the peridom of Britain + packing the Gallery with rainbow, and the peerdom those benches and + cross-benches, red as massacre and the Scarlet Woman, where thronged 580, + while to Charing Cross spread the crowd without. He, from the Throne, + addressed them, and they, startled by the revelation of a caste chaster + far than Vere de Vere, and a pride far more serenely throned than + Hohenzollern, acknowledged him high-born... “Your lordships will not fail + to perceive my will to invigorate some of our ancient epithets: thus, the + First Estate of the Realm shall, during the present Regency, be veritably + 'First', and in no case last”; anon he blew his bugle: “Let us play the + man!—easy to say, hard to do: yet it was first said by an Englishman + when the doing, I think, was hard enough, his martyr's shroud already rapt + aloft in flame: <i>that</i> was magnanimous, my lords, I declare! <i>there</i> + was the British Lion”.... + </p> + <p> + That same night a new Land Bill was introduced by Sir Robert Wortley, the + Prime Minister—a bill drafted, criticized, and re-altered during two + years by the legal experts of the Sea, proposing the “purchase” of Great + Britain at a price of twice the annual value for inherited land, and seven + times for land held by purchase: this to be paid in two and seven years + respectively, without interest, lands yielding no revenue to become + crown-lands from the date of the Bill, which was called: Land Department + (Creation) Bill. + </p> + <p> + It passed first reading; but the question was: would the Jews vote for the + second reading? Reluctant enough the Jewish members, but there were + rumours that the Jewish electorate were instructing their representatives + to repent and vote for. + </p> + <p> + And now spread far the League of Resistance, so did the Adair Street + Society, its secret daughter, of which Admiral Donald (O'Hara) had now + been elected Honorary Vice-Master, and whose Roll contained the names of + an extraordinary number of Territorial officers. + </p> + <p> + The Society was busy: had building four yachts, all models of the + Admiral's yacht attached to the <i>Mahomet</i>, which was called the <i>Mahomet + II</i>; every dusk companies of 25 to 40 men drilled darkly in the back + yard at Adair Street, some of them Territorial officers: in rotation they + came, they drilled, over 1000; a top room piled with revolvers, swords, + bowie-knives... + </p> + <p> + For the land-magnates laughed at the notion of submitting to the Bill: + rather, said they, “rivers of blood”. The mention by Hogarth of Ridley and + Latimer they considered irrelevant; their fathers' heroic mood was a + detail: not an entail. + </p> + <p> + In secret they met. Anarchists of the reddest hue. + </p> + <p> + One night when the Bill was approaching second-reading Frankl introduced + Harris as a member; and wide-eyed stood Harris, though still cynical, with + elegant walking-stick, hat cocked, and “I sye”, he whispered, “are all + these real, living lords?” + </p> + <p> + “Large as life”, answered Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Strike me dotty! The Lord said unto my lord, sit thou at my right + hand”...the reason of this introduction of Harris being a relation which + had arisen between the Army and the Lord Regent, who had been taking a + startling interest in this branch of the services, had visited Aldershot, + and held five reviews, flattering the soldier by private notice, shifting + officers. By an Order in Council of the 3rd March, a reorganization was + effected in the Army Board and Consultative Council, of the new men the + Adjutant-General being General Sir Merrick Parr, uncle of Admiral Parr of + the sea-fort <i>Shakespeare</i>, while the Commander-in-Chief and + Inspector-General were the direct creations of the Regent, and the whole + Headquarters Staff bound to follow him through thick and thin; and that + “second reading” was near, which, if the Jews would vote against, well and + good for Adair Street, but, if not, there remained either (1) the prompt + execution of O'Hara's scheme without waiting for the four yachts, copies + of the <i>Mahomet II</i>, which were slow in building; or (2) the knife of + Harris. + </p> + <p> + But, as to (1), when three delegates from the Society had waited upon + O'Hara in the <i>Mahomet</i> to urge immediate action, O'Hara had replied: + “No, my lords, I cannot enter into this undertaking until preparations are + complete, since the troops we send would never be allowed to land on the + forts, if they arrived in ships not apparently our own. Your lordships + cannot be more anxious than I to rid the earth of a devouring lion like + Richard Hogarth, I do assure you; but, tut, is there nothing else + meanwhile? Just let me introduce to your lordships a little young man whom + I know”—he had summoned Harris. + </p> + <p> + But when the three delegates had gone, he had struck his brow, exclaiming: + “Wretch that I am!—that great and good fellow, the fairest of the + sons of men!...what a black depravity must be in this heart—” he had + underlooked in the mirror, and cut a face; “but ah, Hogarth! this heart is + in your net; and I loved the mother, too”.... + </p> + <p> + He had sought the altar, and that night had written piteously to Hogarth, + appealing for fresh friendship and reconsideration of his sentence of + dismissal. + </p> + <p> + So, at any rate, was Harris introduced to Adair Street, became its chief + minister, and ten days before the second-reading debate had won, by + O'Hara's recommendation, an <i>entrée</i> into the Palace as servant to a + gentleman-usher-daily-waiter: and now he made bright the knife of the + assassin, tending its edge as a gardener the tender sprout, the knife + being his <i>métier</i> and forte, he despising the noisy, mediate, + uncertain pistol, nor could use it, his instincts belonging to the Stone + Age. But the days passed, and he could by no means get near to Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + One night he boldly penetrated to the royal antechamber with the knife + under his waist-band, having passed the stairs-guard by a specious + official envelope. As it was late, he thought it must be about the + Regent's bedtime, having the vaguest ideas as to royal ways and bedtimes, + Hogarth being then in a consultation with three of the Cabinet destined to + last till morning. And Harris: “Can I see the Lord Regent?” with that + lifted brow of perpetual surprise and alertness. + </p> + <p> + “You? Who are you?” asked a gentleman-in-waiting. + </p> + <p> + “That's neither 'ere nor there, if it comes to that. I'm Captain + Macnaghten's man, then”. + </p> + <p> + “But what is it you want?” + </p> + <p> + “He told me to give the Regent this 'ere”—showing the envelope. + </p> + <p> + “Weally! then, give it to me”. + </p> + <p> + “He said I was to give it to the Regent's self”. + </p> + <p> + “Then, go to blazes quickly, will you? and let Captain Macnaghten know + fwom me that he has been dwinking”. + </p> + <p> + Harris could not penetrate the ten-fold barrier; but he lay in wait; + watched from some coign every Royal exit and entrance, careful that + Hogarth never saw his face; and he cherished the knife-edge. + </p> + <p> + One night, four days before the debate, he stood by the Green Park + railings, listless, smoking, when—he started: saw a hurried figure + come out—face muffled—Hogarth!—alone. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth walked a little, entered a cab; Harris, in another, shadowed him. + </p> + <p> + Down Piccadilly, the Hammersmith Road, into the Addison: Hogarth alighted; + Harris followed. + </p> + <p> + Now, at this time Hogarth had a spy, who presented him reports of the + doings of Rebekah Frankl—a species of literature which the Regent + found agreeable; and, as for two days Rebekah had, for some reason, been + at a villa of Addison Road, this escapade of the Lord Regent was motived + by his hope of catching there some glimpse of her, the house being small, + he having seized his first chance of secret escape from state-affairs near + midnight: and behind him, like the shadow of death, stole the assassin. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, going soft up to the house, leaned aside from the frontage steps + to peer; but Venetian blinds barred him from the least sight of the + interior, though he could hear sounds, strange sounds, as of wailing; and, + as the villa was in the midst of quite a spacious ground, well grown with + trees and shrubberies, he stole round to the back, peered into an open + door level with the garden, and within saw a doorway of twilight in the + midst of darkness; had hoped to see a servant, who might talk gossip, or + even contrive him sight of the Sacred Body; had ready bribe in hand: but + nobody there. So, after some hesitation, he entered; and Harris, just then + come to the house-corner on tiptoe, discerned him go in, ran on hot bricks + to the door, and now distinctly saw Hogarth, who had passed through a + kitchen, standing on three wooden steps before a doorway which framed a + faint light in the room beyond. + </p> + <p> + On which a shivering of eagerness, quick as winking sheet-lightning, shook + Harris' right knee. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, meantime, having seen the chamber before him empty, in his + headlong way had entered, and the guess now in Harris' mind was this: + “It's a girl: a night out”.... + </p> + <p> + He hesitated, Hogarth being once within the house and lost to him, but + after some minutes dared to follow. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth, meantime, had seen that the light came from a death-taper, with + which was a vessel of water for ceremonial purification, and a napkin, + here being all the preparations for <i>tahara</i> (washing); and suddenly, + in a near room, arose the clamorous dole of <i>shivah</i> (the seven + mourning-days), Rachel weeping for her children, because they are not: a + Jew was dead: “shema, Yisrael...”: and this explained Rebekah's stay + there, for the bereaved may not leave the house. A peer at the bed—a + covered face—pierced him with a compunction like shame: here was <i>kodesh</i>, + and he a desecrator with his earthy passion: so he turned to beat a + retreat by the way he had come—when a faint sound that way, made by + Harris; and, instead, he leapt lightly through a window five feet above + the garden. + </p> + <p> + Some moments later Harris, entering on prowling all-fours, and seeing the + bed-clothes hang immediately near, stole under; waited: no sound save the + singsong lament; and “O Gawd”, thought he, cynic even in his palest + agitation, “there shall be weeping and wailing and gnashing of + teeth”....But that Hogarth had not come to wail and gnash he felt + convinced: if he heard no sound above him, that might be because of the + sounds around; so he crawled barely out, and, kneeling, put up a most + cautious groping hand, the bed being in the darkest part of the room; + someone there: and swiftly as a dolphin twists to dart and snap, his knife + was in a breast and instantly ready to strike its expected bedfellow. + </p> + <p> + But the breast was alone, the breast of Estrella, the Prophetess, four + days dead. + </p> + <p> + Harris snatched off the face-cloth, peered upon a noble old visage, fixed + now in trance, and said: “Well, I'm—” + </p> + <p> + Now he ran, but in the kitchen stopped wild-eyed. It I might be murder-he + was not certain; at least it was out-rage, and he might be traced: there + was the cabman who had brought him—his absence from the Palace—-“Bah! + it can't be proved....” But still, if he were even arrested, and Hogarth + got to hear of his presence about the Court—that would spoil all. He + listened: all that part of the house a settled solitude, the servants + themselves sitting <i>shivah</i>; and back he ran, seized upon the little + old body, not now stiff, <i>rigor mortis</i> having passed, saw that the + sheet was unstained, and snatched her away out to the bottom of the garden + where shrubbery and holly-hedge formed a jungle. + </p> + <p> + Now he set to dig with hissing haste; and, even as he hissed and digged, + he talked without pause, envenomed, heaping her sanctity with insult: “Old + cat you...dust to dust and ashes to ashes, it is....What you want to do + that for? under you go in the cold, cold sod....Who arst you to put your + little finger in the pie? There's another one for you, fair in the gullet! + Now take her up tenderly, lift her with care-and down she goes”.... + </p> + <p> + Such were Estrella's <i>kaddish</i> and “House of Life”....As he had only + the knife, and the work was slow, and in the midst of it an outcry from + the house, the body missed, he stopped, listening, but without acute fear, + knowing it improbable that they could dream of seeking in the grounds, and + as a matter of fact their minds were a mere paralysis of holy wonder; so + presently he had the little body in a two-foot grave, arranged surface and + dead leaves to naturalness, leapt a wall, and got away. + </p> + <p> + Never did act of assassin have result so momentous: for though the + predictions of Estrella had lately spread far among upper-class Jews, it + was only on the day after her burial by Harris that her fame reached to + each Jew under the sun. + </p> + <p> + It was given out that divine confirmation had been vouchsafed to her + prophecies by the snatching of her body, like Enoch's, into Heaven, or by + its burial, like Moses', by Jahvah: for when no explanation but one is + extant, the brain fastens upon that, and embraces it. + </p> + <p> + And as Estrella, who, in life, had guarded her hard sayings for the few, + had left papers revealing for her whole race what she had dreamed, like + wildfire now ran her message among the Chosen. + </p> + <p> + Now Temple and Synagogue were crowded: rabbi and pawnbroker and <i>maggid,</i> + clothes-man and <i>takif,</i> were infected; and there spread the cry (for + the most part meaningless): “To Zion!” + </p> + <p> + It may be that the Jewish electorate were now too agitated with the near + probability of Shiloh to interest themselves in any mundane question: at + all events, it was during that rage that the Government-whips announced + the certainty that the Jewish members would vote against the Land Bill. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth first heard it pretty late at night from the Prime Minister; and + “Ha!-the Jews”, he went: “so they have dared, these men? I never thought + that they would! May God deliver me from His ill-chosen people—!” + </p> + <p> + “And ill-choosing, it seems, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + “Quite so! But, Sir Robert Wortley, is it supportable this thing?”—a + brand now on his brow—“an alien race in Britain opposing thus + daringly not <i>my</i> will only, but the plain will of the people? And + have I the air of one who will support it? Rather, I assure you, would I + govern without a Parliament! But stop—perhaps I shall be found + capable of dealing with these mischievous children of Israel. Give me a + night: and to-morrow at noon come, and hear. Of course, this + second-reading business must be postponed “. + </p> + <p> + And deep and wide, in lonely vigil, wrought the Regent's thought that + night, till morning: of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, of tendencies, + histories, soils, ports, railways, possibilities, race-genius, analogies, + destinies; of Rothschild and I Solomon; of Hirsch and Y'hudah Hanassi; of + the Jewish Board of Guardians, Rab Asa, and the Targum on the Babylonish + Talmud; of the Barbary Jews, the Samaritans, and Y'hudah Halevi; of the + Colonial Bank, and the Karaite Jews.... + </p> + <p> + When at dawn he threw himself dressed into bed, he had resolved upon a + very great thing: their expulsion from England, Pole and Hungarian, Baron + and coster, and the little child at the breast, ten millions. + </p> + <p> + His eyes had closed toward sleep when, with a start, he remembered a + prophecy uttered one evening in the <i>Boodah</i> Throne-room, and these + words: “Richard, deal gently with my people....” + </p> + <p> + Two nights later, with a retinue, he hurriedly left England-for + Constantinople. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0046" id="link2H_4_0046"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLVI. — THE ORDER IN COUNCIL + </h2> + <p> + Three days before that setting-out, O'Hara's appeal for pardon had come + under the Regent's notice: and as he had read, his eyes—once more—had + softened, as he had thought: “It would be a great crime to forgive him the + long list; but never mind—we will see”.... + </p> + <p> + And he had meant to reply, but suddenly the Jews had swept O'Hara quite + out of his mind. + </p> + <p> + He was away hardly two weeks: and when he returned, Palestine and western + Armenia were his, all his acts of this period bearing resemblance in + largeness and rage to the incredible forced-marches of Napoleon. + </p> + <p> + If one spreads apart the first two fingers, he sees exactly the country + ordained by Hogarth for modern Israel: the first finger Palestine, looking + upon the Mediterranean; between the fingers, the Syrian Desert; the second + (longer) finger that Mesopotamia, “the cradle of our race” between the + Euphrates and the Tigris, this opening upon the Persian Gulf, and the + trade of the East. + </p> + <p> + The then population of this area was only 300,000 (Arabs, Turks, Jews, + Greeks) in the Palestine finger, omitting Russian pilgrims to Jerusalem; + while in the Mesopotamia finger—all that Hinterland of Palestine + called “Turkish Armenia”—not 320,000 Armenians had been left by + Khurdish rapine and Turkish atrocity: we may therefore say that the whole + was an uninhabited land waiting for inhabitants. + </p> + <p> + The only things needed (according to modern notions) to make it + immediately colonizable were roads and railways, and the Regent had not + returned to Dover when both were making in Palestine, the Sultan, left + thunderstruck with a chronic eye of scare by that visit, “lending his + co-operation”, consoled meanwhile by a Conversion Loan of thirteen + millions out of Sea-revenue; to which add a grant-in-aid of fifteen + millions to the emigrants, and the remark of Hogarth's Chancellor about + this time becomes intelligible: “Your Lordship's Majesty's expenditure is + exceeding revenue by 50 per cent”; so that Beech's was soon realizing + considerably in bonds over Europe, and Hogarth temporarily poor—had + stubbornly refused any Parliament-grant for the Regent's personal + establishment. + </p> + <p> + And suddenly from the blue fell his bolt: at that same table of the + Regent's oath-of-office assembled eighty-seven Jewish lords and gentlemen + at noon of the 24th March, the first day of the month Nisan in the Jewish + year 5699, ordered, each by himself, to the Royal presence; and the + Regent, with the gravest eyes, both palms pressed on the table, in an + embarrassment of compunction, rose and spoke with them—Rothschild + and merchant-prince, Chief Rabbi, Manchester Chief Minister, Heads of the + Alliance Israélite, Anglo-Jewish Association, Jewish Board, Jewish + philanthropists, writers; and they could not believe themselves awake. + </p> + <p> + He began by speaking of himself, the fact of his power, with such + graciousness, that all were affected, not by the power, but by the + gentleness which wielded it: Providence had given him the disposal of the + earth, and it was for him to do his poor best—a lonesome, sorrowful + post; so that talking could never alter in anything the main point; but it + could modify details: and he had called them to invoke their great + administrative gift and expert counsel; he told of the exodus which he + designed, the home which he had prepared them; recommended a Sanhedrim of + Chief Jews to form the Provisional Government of the new State, with the + Chief Rabbi as its head under the title of Shophet (Judge); would offer a + contribution of £ 15,000,000 from his Exchequer toward an emigration and + colonizing fund, and doubtless emigration bureaus would be at once + established at principal centres; he would also hand over a Deed of Gift + of this larger Judaea as between the Sea and the Jewish people to the + Central Authority as soon as established; also, duplicates of the text of + the Treaty as between the Sea and the Ottoman Empire. What he gave he + gave, he assured them, with a free heart, without condition; except, of + course, one: that no inch of the new land should ever “belong” to any + particular Jew: for he gave, as Nature gave the earth, not to a hundred, + but to all, living and to be born, occupiers to pay rent, not to any + adventurer calling himself landlord, but to the Central Authority, + representing all. This done, he would invoke with confidence upon their + able race the blessing of Almighty God. + </p> + <p> + In tones so mellow did he utter himself, that for many minutes stillness + reigned, every face pale. + </p> + <p> + Until a baron stood up with ashen under-lip, to say that such a scheme, it + seemed to him, must remain for ever abortive, unless enforced by Act of + Parliament— + </p> + <p> + But Hogarth checked him quick. + </p> + <p> + “No, my lord, not by Act of Parliament: the how your lordship may leave to + me. I dare say you will see it in this evening's papers”. + </p> + <p> + It was by an Order in Council! + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * * * * * * * +</pre> + <p> + “DECLARATION of the Court of Great Britain respecting the Order in + Council. + </p> + <p> + “At the Court at Buckingham Palace, the 24th day of March, his Lordship's + Majesty, the Lord Regent, in Council. + </p> + <p> + “WHEREAS His Lordship's Majesty was pleased to declare in the name and on + behalf of His Majesty the King on the 23rd day of March: THAT if at any + time, after the expiration of the three months following, any of the + hereinafter mentioned trades, occupations, pursuits, or acts, shall be + carried on or done within the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland + by any person being a person coming within the sense of the term “Jew” as + hereinafter defined, THEN and thereafter such person shall be liable to + the pains and penalties hereinafter specified”. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * * * * * * * +</pre> + <p> + No Jew might own or work land, or teach in any Cheder or school, or be + entered at any Public School or University, or sign any stamped document, + or carry on certain trades, or vote, or officiate at any public service, + and so on: parentage, not religion, constituting a “Jew”. Through Britain + this piece of Russian despotism sent a wave of quiet gladness, and an + epidemic of jest broke out, in club, factory, “Lane”, and drawing-room: + “You hurry up—to Jericho!” became the workman's answer to a Jew; it + was remarked that the chimney of train and steamship would furnish a new + pillar of cloud by day, and pillar of fire by night, to go before the + modern Exodus; they were little to be pitied, for even Heaven was their + mortgagor in land, with promise to pay—the Promised Land; a + syndicate would be formed to “pool” milk and honey, and either Sharon or + Salem would become the new Get-O at any price; being a rather Peculiar + People, they would call the new Temple “the 'Ouse” (of Prey-ers), and make + contango-day coincide with Passover....But let him laugh that is of a + merry heart: as for Israel, with weary breast and hunted stare he + sandalled his foot for the final Exodus: yet not as them without hope. + Already—some days before the Order in Council—the + disappearance of Estrella's body, her daring prophecies, had led to the + embarkation of 700 Jews for Palestine; and when the Regent's Edict gave + startling confirmation of her prediction of “the Return”, in many a + million hearts thrilled the certainty: “the Day of the Lord is nigh!” + </p> + <p> + And with that their stoicism and organizing strength, they mutely turned + to follow the finger of Destiny: their <i>takifs</i> (rich men), hard upon + the unchosen, were, as usual, liberal to their own, the fund swelled, and + a Committee left England for the accumulation of stores and implements; at + the same time two Parliament Bills were passed in two sittings, empowering + the purchase by Government of land “owned” by Jews on Land Bill terms, and + quickening the machinery for the collection of debts due to Jews. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon, “You see”, said the Chief Rabbi, “he drives us out: but he + makes us aprons—if only of fig-leaves—to cover us. Let us bow + to his rod, and thank him, and go: he is God's Minister”. + </p> + <p> + So they went: the world's mercantile marine having been summoned, + sea-ports were turned into caravansaries of gabardine and ear-lock: the + Exodus began. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of which it came to the knowledge of the Regent that the + house of Frankl was making ready for departure. + </p> + <p> + And now Hogarth rebelled against Heaven: self-forgetfully he did his best, + and it returned and struck him dead: for what good, he thought, would his + life do him, she always in Asia, he in Europe? + </p> + <p> + He wrote to her, a passionate hotch-potch of command and grovelling + supplication: if she went, he would curse her; would go mad; would + blaspheme God; would throw up everything; would die. + </p> + <p> + He had promised to go down to Oxford to receive a degree, and as up to the + time of his departure she had not replied, he went half-unconscious of + himself and those about him. + </p> + <p> + Now, upon Adair Street the Expulsion had brought despair, the + second-reading now assured, the Jews' vote over, and new writs issued; the + second-reading debate was actually in progress at that date of the Oxford + visit; and though the four yachts, copies of the <i>Mahomet II</i>, were + being rapidly put together, the Bill, if at all pressed, must get through + before they could be ready; nor could the House of Lords long delay its + passage. + </p> + <p> + There remained Harris, so far ineffectual, but not therefore hopeless: so + he, spurred, went down to Oxford. + </p> + <p> + But what Harris could not do was to get near to Hogarth: his task was, as + it were, to pluck Venus from the firmament; but he mused, he mused upon + her, with musing astrologic eye, with grand patience, fascinated by her + very splendours, not without hope. When at 8 P.M. a banquet was served to + 250 guests in the Radcliffe Library, the upper gallery being open to a + crawling public to see the lions feed, Harris, watching thence the + unattainable under the blue of the canopy—blue always in honour of + the Sea—thought within himself: “Ah, Mr. 76, you've got it all, + ain't you?—for the time being. But 'ow'd you feel if I had a pistol + now? Gawd! I can just see him nicely curl and kick. Worse luck, I can't + shoot a bloomin' 'ouse”. + </p> + <p> + But the opportunity was so exquisite, that he resolved to try—the + exit reached, would run, get a pistol, and return; but at the door itself + a hand touched his shoulder, and, with a twist of guilty scare, he saw—O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + “Good Gawd!” he whispered, “what you want to startle anybody like that + for? Don't you know that the wicked flea pursueth every man, but the + righteous shall escape his filthy snare?” + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing here, boy?” asked O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + “Thick-head! ain't I down 'ere after this precious Mr. 76?”—for + Hogarth, if Monarch of the Sun, would have remained for Harris only a + glorified 76, Colmoor being for him the reality of the universe, all else + mirage, such stuff as dreams are made of. + </p> + <p> + “Well”, said O'Hara, “come with me: want to talk to you”—he just + come from the <i>Mahomet</i> through Spain and France, drawn to Hogarth as + moths to a candle, his petition for pardon not yet answered; and he + assumed that Hogarth's wrath still blazed, though, in fact, answer was + only delayed by competition of greater interests, Hogarth having forgotten + O'Hara; at any rate, O'Hara, with shrinking qualms, had come to Oxford, + thinking: “I will try and get at him for one more talk—I am not + afraid of your eyes, my son: tut! I've seen the great brow in a + prison-cap. And the haughty beast still loves old Pat at bottom, I do + declare. Be bold, be bold, but not <i>too</i> bold....Well, I will! And, + if I perish, I perish, and he perishes, too, so help me, God”.... + </p> + <p> + And to Harris, walking by the towing-path, he said: “No, boy, don't you. + Not now. Tut!—those lords: they are only making you their tool. + Don't you understand? Hogarth is robbing from them the land which they + have robbed from the British people, and they naturally wish to murder + him: but what have <i>you</i>, or I, to do with that? Let the thieves + fight it out between them, while we enjoy ourselves, if we can. Weren't we + happy in the <i>Mahomet</i>, boy—we two? Didn't you roll whole weeks + drunk? That was better than Colmoor, eh, Alfie? And didn't I have my + incense, my grapes, my little Circassian, and ten thousand pounds in + yellow gold a year? Wasn't that all right? Well, we may have it again!—not + in the <i>Mahomet</i>, perhaps, but somewhere. Do nothing—not yet: + till I give the word. If you <i>must</i> kill, get a dog, or a horse, or + an obscure old man, not the Regent of England—” + </p> + <p> + “Dirty old swine!” cried Harris, angry, “'aven't I forbid you again and + again from making game of me? You're doing it now! You just try that on, + and go up thou bald-head, it <i>is</i>!” + </p> + <p> + “But is this understood between us?” + </p> + <p> + “Old duffer! you are one thing to-day, and another thing to-morrow: + there's no knowing how to tyke you. You're such a sinful old 'ypocrite, + that you play-act before yourself, I do believe. What is it you do mean? + You myke anyone sick of you; your incense and your burnt sacrifices are an + offence unto me. This Mr. 76 once put a knife into me, and I mean to put + another into him: 'ow's that?” + </p> + <p> + “Not now!” + </p> + <p> + “'Ow about your sweet friend, Frankl? I'm under contract with him, ain't + I?” + </p> + <p> + “Better put the knife into Frankl”. + </p> + <p> + “Into the pair of you, it strikes me!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if you make the least attempt upon Hogarth now, you get not another + shilling—“. + </p> + <p> + “Bah! shut that—!” + </p> + <p> + But the threat won sullen consent; and when after the Banquet the Oxford + guests had driven to see the illuminations, spoiled by boisterous + Spring-winds, and when the Regent returned to his chambers, he caught + sight of O'Hara amid the throng that lined the stair; upon which, after + stepping up past, he stopped, twisted round, to say: “You, Admiral + Donald?” + </p> + <p> + “If I might speak ten minutes with your Lordship's Majesty—” + </p> + <p> + “What about?” + </p> + <p> + Those bold eyes of O'Hara dropped. + </p> + <p> + “Well”, said the Regent, “I will see. Come to-morrow—about five,” + and went on up. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the Degree was conferred in the theatre, Doctor of Common + Law—“an appropriate one”, the Master of Balliol remarked, “though + 'Surgeon' would perhaps be the <i>mot juste</i>”; and thus at last Hogarth + donned cap-and-tassel, though not Frankl's—a livery which drew from + Harris the reflection: “Sweet beauty!—in his mortarboard”. The nip + upon the brow of the college-cap peak resembled the nip of the Scotch + prison-cap, awaking memories: but the symbolism was different. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, the Regent's eye wandered, madness and folly in his heart, and + fear, till at four a letter came, he having left Loveday at Buckingham + Palace with instructions to open letters and send the One. + </p> + <p> + She had written: + </p> + <p> + “What you can expect of me I am unable to conceive. Have you not expelled + me? Let us be worthy of our long friendship, and 'play the man'....'My + exaltation to afflictions high'....With prayers for you, I say good-bye: + and will remember. + </p> + <p> + “REBEKAH FRANKL”. + </p> + <p> + Loveday had added: “She left London at noon for Southampton. Purchas + followed to spy. Machray's other detective waits in Palace for + instructions”. + </p> + <p> + As to the dinner in Christ Church Hall, and the Ball, which were to end + the program of this last day, at four-thirty the news spread that the + Regent had been taken ill. + </p> + <p> + “Have you not expelled me?”...Was she angry? Did <i>she</i> not know that + he meant well? Hogarth, breaking into a rage, leapt up, with, “I swear to + God that not one step does she move out of this country—!” and + rushed to a bell: a gentleman-usher came. + </p> + <p> + “What about going?” + </p> + <p> + “All will be ready in fifteen minutes, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + “I feel bad: say ten minutes; tell the Lord Chamberlain”. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I might mention—did your Lordship's Majesty grant a ten + minutes' audience to Admiral Donald for this hour?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Who</i>? Yes, I think—Just kick him down the stairs! Or no—say + I may see him some day”. + </p> + <p> + This message, as the usher dashed through, was faithfully dropped at + O'Hara's consciousness; and O'Hara said: “Hoity-toity...!” + </p> + <p> + Bent-backed he descended to the Quadrangle, with a sense of defeat, + rebuff, contumely, rage, but quite sprightly said to Harris, waiting + beyond the Gateway: “Well, boy, how can we make a night of it? I feel that + way”. + </p> + <p> + “Seen Mr. 76?” + </p> + <p> + “Tut, no. Sharpen up that knife for his throat, boy!” + </p> + <p> + And Harris exclaimed: “Another chynge! Strike me silly!—what did I + sye? Give me a new 'eart, O Lawd, it <i>is</i>—you grey-haired old + duffer. Chopping and chynging, always the syme—to your old wife + Jyne. I'd be ashamed of myself in your plyce. But sharpen up the knife, it + <i>is</i>”. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0047" id="link2H_4_0047"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLVII. — THE EMIGRANTS + </h2> + <p> + Late the same night the Regent received at the Palace a telegram about + Rebekah: She had travelled alone to Southampton, where a landau at the + station had awaited her, in which she had driven to a country-house near + the Itchen named “Silverfern”, two miles from Bitterne Manor, in which + lived an elderly gentleman, Mr. Abrahams, ark-opener and scroll-bearer in + the Synagogue, with his wife and two sons. The passage of these, and of + Rebekah, was booked by the <i>Calabria</i>, Jewish emigrant-ship, to sail + in four days. + </p> + <p> + Hogarth no sooner heard these tidings than he tumbled into crime: resolved + to kidnap Rebekah; to break his own law for his own behoof: one of the + basest acts of a King. + </p> + <p> + He had four days: and by the end of the second four men lay in wait round + “Silverfern”, one a sea-fort sub-lieutenant, one a detective, and two + others very rough customers: a cottage having been hired by them for the + reception of Rebekah in a dell a mile higher up the Itchen. + </p> + <p> + But something infects the world; and gravity badgers the bullet's + trajectory; and a magnetic “H” disturbs the needle; and “impossible” roots + turn up in the equation; and the finger of God is in every pie. + </p> + <p> + Hence, though the four ravishers lay in wait, and actually effected a + seizure, the Regent did not get his girl. + </p> + <p> + None of the four had ever seen her: but as there was no young lady except + her at “Silverfern”, that seemed of no importance, so she had been only + described to them as dark and pretty. + </p> + <p> + But on the night after Rebekah's arrival, there came to “Silverfern” a new + inmate: Margaret Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + <i>Her</i> passage, too, was booked to Palestine. + </p> + <p> + For Frankl had said: “In expelling the Jews, he shall expel his own + sister. Oh, that's sweet, after all!” + </p> + <p> + At this time Frankl's interest in Land Bill and England was dead, two + interests only remaining to him: so to realize his share in the Western + world as to reach Jerusalem loaded with wealth; and also, not less + intense, to hurt Hogarth, to outwit him, to cry quits at the last. + </p> + <p> + It was hard—Hogarth being set so high; but he invoked the help of + the Holy One (blessed be He): and was not without resource. + </p> + <p> + Why had Hogarth never had him seized, racked? What restrained the Regent + <i>now</i>? That was a question with Frankl. Hogarth might say, even to + himself, that Frankl was vermin too small to be crushed, that he waited + for his sister from God; but lately the real reason had grown upon Frankl: + it was because Hogarth <i>was afraid</i> of him! afraid that Frankl, if + persecuted beyond measure, might blurt out the Regent's convict past, and + raise a sensation of horror through the world not pleasant to face. + Harris, O'Hara, Rebekah and Frankl alone knew that past, and the motives + for silence of the first three were obvious; nor had Frankl whispered that + secret even to his own heart in his bed-chamber, conscious of his own + guilt in the matter of the Arab Jew's death, fearing that, if the wit and + power of Hogarth were given motive to move heaven and earth, the real + facts might not be undiscoverable: then would Frankl be ground to fine + powder by the grinders. But if he was going to Palestine, what mattered? + </p> + <p> + Also, there was Margaret: she should go out as a Jewess. + </p> + <p> + She arrived at “Silverfern” in the charge of a Jewish clerk, and the + Abrahams received her as an afflicted orphan, committed to Frankl by her + father; she, like Rebekah, to go under their care. + </p> + <p> + Well, the evening before the departure, Mr. and Mrs. Abrahams, their two + sons, Rebekah and Margaret, all go for a stroll—about nine o'clock, + that morning one of the four ravishers having been to the house on some + pretence, seen Margaret with Mrs. Abrahams under the porch, and noted her + well, her grey tailor-gown, her brooch, her singing; and now, as all + walked out under the moon, they were watched, the watchers, surprised at + the presence of <i>two</i> young ladies, concluding that the smaller—Rebekah—must + have arrived later: so upon the large and shapely form of Margaret their + gaze fastened, as the party passed near their hedge of concealment, + Margaret then remarking: “My name is Rachel Oppenheimer—” and Mrs. + Abrahams with gentle chiding answering her: “No, be good: your name is + Ruth Levi”. + </p> + <p> + For during two years at the Jewish Asylum at Wroxham they had tilled into + her shrieking brain, “Now, be good: your name is Rachel Oppenheimer”, and + one day she had said: “My name <i>is</i> Rachel Oppenheimer”, and had been + saying it ever since. + </p> + <p> + In fact, there was a real Rachel Oppenheimer, a dependent of Frankl's, at + Yarmouth, who was rather mad, and when it had been necessary that Margaret + should be out of the way in order to secure Hogarth's conviction, two + doctors had examined this Rachel Oppenheimer, and given the legal + certificates by means of which Frankl had put away Margaret; and she + during two years of sanity in an atmosphere of lunacy had screamed for + pity, till one morning she had shewed the stare, the unworldly rapture, + and had started to sing her old songs. + </p> + <p> + After which, Frankl, hearing of it, and touched by some awe, had got her + out, and kept her in one retreat or another. + </p> + <p> + But in all her madness was mixed some memory of his devilish heart, and + every fresh sight of him inspired her with panic, she in his presence + hanging upon his eyes, instant to obey his slightest hint: hence her + beckoning down to Hogarth from that window in Market Street. + </p> + <p> + Now, on this last night of England the Abrahams party strolled far, two + days like Summer days having come, on hedge and tree now tripping the + shoots of Spring, the moon-haunted night of a mild mood: so from + “Silverfern” lawns they passed up a steep field northward, down a path + between village-houses, and idled within a pine-wood by the river-side. + </p> + <p> + The moon's glow was like one luminous ghost: and buttercup, daisy, + snowdrop, primrose gathered Margaret, vagrant, flighty, light to the winds + that wafted her as fluff, and tossed them suddenly aloft, and back they + came to be tangled in her bare hair; and now she was a tipsy bacchante, + singing: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Will you come to the wedding? + Will you come? + Bring you own bread and butter, + And your own tea and sugar, + And we'll all pay a penny for the Rum”. +</pre> + <p> + “Poor Ruth!”—from Rebekah, an arm about her waist. + </p> + <p> + “There is such a huge pool which is wheeling”, said Margaret, gazing at it + with surprise, “and it goes hollow in the middle: my goodness, it does + wheel! and there is a little grey duck in it ranging round and round with + it, and this little grey duck is singing like an angel”. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know where we are going to?” asked Rebekah: “to the land of our + fathers, Ruth, after all the exile in this ugly Western world; and it is + he who sends us, the fierce-willed master of men”. + </p> + <p> + “My name”, said Margaret, “is Rachel Oppenheimer”; and immediately, wafted + like a half-inflated balloon which leaps to descend a thousand feet away, + she sang: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Happy day! Happy day! + When Jesus washed my sins away...” + </pre> + <p> + Then, woe-begone, she shook her head, and let fall her abandoned hand; and + Rebekah, speaking more to herself: “Did you never hear of Hogarth, the + King, Ruth? or see him in some dream in shining white, with a face like + the face in the bush which burned and was not consumed?” + </p> + <p> + But now Margaret laughed, crying out: “Oh, there's a man riding a + shorthorn bull that has wings; white it is: and up they fly, the bull + pawing and snorting, all among the stars. Oh, and now the man is falling!—my + goodness—” + </p> + <p> + She stood still, gazing at that thing in heaven. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what has become of the man, dear?” asked Rebekah. + </p> + <p> + “I can't make out....But I should like to marry that man”. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, if wishes were fathers, we should all have babies, Ruth, to say our + <i>kaddish</i>”. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, look—!” cried Margaret. + </p> + <p> + A rabbit had rushed across a path ahead, and she ran that way beyond a + bend....When Rebekah followed she had disappeared. + </p> + <p> + On Rebekah's outcry all set to search wood, path, river—she was + gone; but after five minutes a voice a long way off in the wood, singing: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O what a pretty place, + And what a graceful city....” + </pre> + <p> + on which the two youths flew toward the sound, and presently the rest, + following, heard a shout, a cry, then silence, till one of the young men + came running back, his face washed in blood: he had seen some forms, and, + as he had approached, been struck on the brow, his brother felled. When + all came to where the brother lay insensible, no sign of Margaret; nor + could villagers and police, searching through the night, find her. + </p> + <p> + She had gone without surprise with her four captors, who had carried her + to a cottage of boarded-up windows: and the same hour Hogarth had the + news. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the four received detailed instructions at the village <i>poste + restante</i>: the lady-attendant at the cottage was to ask the prisoner if + she would go to London, try to persuade her, and, if she consented, make + her sign pledge of honour (enclosed) to go without any attempt at escape + during three days. + </p> + <p> + The men were surprised: for that Margaret was deranged they had seen at + once, and supposed that the Regent must know it: what, then, could her + pledge do? Their business, however, was to obey: and when Margaret was + asked: “Will you go quietly to the Palace in London with us?” she + answered: “Yes!” and sang: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Here we go to London-town: + Tri-de-laddie! Tri-de-laddie! + See the King with his golden crown, + Tri-de-laddie, O!” + </pre> + <p> + By noon the Abrahams and Rebekah were being tugged out of harbour, to the + hand-wavings and god-speeds of seven emigrant-boats by the quay; but it + was not till five that the Regent's emissaries could obtain a special + train on the thronged lines; and not till after seven did they arrive with + Margaret at the Palace-gates. + </p> + <p> + Now, that night the Lord Regent and the Prince of Wales were attending a + banquet at the Guildhall, given in honour of sea-rent reduction on British + ships, and at the moment when Margaret arrived Hogarth, already <i>en + route</i>, thinking of Rebekah, muttered: “By now she is here!” + </p> + <p> + But since Frankl, on getting news of the disappearance of Margaret, had at + once conjectured the hand of Hogarth, as Margaret was being handed from + the cab at the Palace-gates, she saw two terrible eyes, and, snatching her + hand free, flew screaming down the street—eyes of Frankl, who, + conjecturing that hither she would be brought, had taken stand there half + the afternoon, knowing precisely the effect upon her of the sight of his + face; and said he: “You see, you haven't got her yet—though you <i>shall</i> + have her to your heart's content....” + </p> + <p> + As she could only run southward or northward, he had posted two + motor-cars, one containing a clerk to south, the other Harris, to north, + so that, as she ran, one or other should catch her, hustle her in, and + dash away. + </p> + <p> + In fact, she ran north, right into the arms of Harris, her surprised + guardians still ten yards behind; and “Quick!” hissed Harris, “come with + me, or 'e'll 'ave you!” and was off with her. + </p> + <p> + Upon which Frankl drove to the Market Street house, where he found Harris + and Margaret; and again, with screams, she sought to fly, though her first + terrors gave place to a quiet subservience after some minutes of his + presence. + </p> + <p> + “Oh Lawd!” said Harris, “she started singing in the car, you know. Sing me + songs of Araby, it <i>is</i>. Enough to give anybody the sicks”. + </p> + <p> + “You see this gentleman here?” said Frankl to Margaret. + </p> + <p> + “Yes”, she whispered: “oh my!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it so happens that very likely you are going to live in the same + house as him—a big Palace with all gold and silver, where the King + with his crown lives, and all. So while you are there, I want you to be + his friend as if it was myself, and do everything he tells you, same as + myself, in fact. Do you see?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”, she whispered, her large form towering above Frankl's, yet awe of + him widening her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “What's your name?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “My name is Rachel Oppenheimer”, said she. + </p> + <p> + “All right: come up and dress”. + </p> + <p> + She followed him up to a back room, where was a lamp, a glass, etc., and + on an old settee evening-dress complete, shoes, roses, head-wrap. + </p> + <p> + “Now”, said Frankl, leaving her, he, too, in evening-dress, “I give you + ten minutes to rig yourself out in that lot: a second more, and you catch + it”. + </p> + <p> + And in fifteen minutes they two were in a cab, <i>en route</i> for the + Guildhall, Frankl, who had invitations for himself and daughter, saying: + “You understand? you keep your eye fixed upon me the whole time—never + mind about eating—and when I hold up my finger <i>so</i>, you rise + and give them a little song....” + </p> + <p> + It was a function intended to be memorable, the Lord Regent going in + state, attended by 150 Yeomen, King-at-Arms, six heralds and all Heralds' + College, to be met at Temple Bar by my Lord Mayor, that day made a + baronet, with his Sheriffs and Aldermen on horseback; the Guildhall in + blue velvet, the platform at the east end bearing rows of squat gold + chairs, while a canopy of deep-blue velvet, lined with light-blue + sarcenet, dropped ponderous draperies, tied back with gold ropes, over the + floor; on the canopy-front being Sword and Sceptre, the Royal Crown of + Britain, and the Diadem of the Sea; the canopy table and the other looking + like a short and a long wine-banquet of the Magi in Ophir: present being + members of the British Royal House, Ambassadors to Britain and the Sea, + the two Archbishops, Ministers, the Speaker, Officers, Fort-Admirals, the + Regent's Household, the chief Nobility, the City personages. + </p> + <p> + Farthest from the short royal table, near the foot of the long, where the + dishes were <i>kosher</i> for a Jewish colony, sat Frankl, and opposite + him Margaret; and that face of Frankl was pinched and worn. + </p> + <p> + He prayed continually: “May God be my Rock and my High Tower; may the + Almighty be my Shield this night....” while in two minutes Margaret had + begun to be a wonder to her neighbours—heaved sighs, threw herself, + beat plate with knife, hummed a little, yet conscious of wrong-doing, her + eyes fixed upon Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my!” her sigh heaved mortally, head tumbling dead on shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Are you—unwell?” asked a startled neighbour, all shirt-front, + eye-glass and delicacy. + </p> + <p> + “I see a long table with gold plates”, she whined pitifully, “on every + plate an eyeball dying....” + </p> + <p> + Frankl controlled her with a glance of anger. + </p> + <p> + And in the second course after turtle, with a fainting prayer to Jehovah, + the Jew clandestinely held up a forefinger; upon which she, after some + hesitation, remembered the signal, and like a dart shot to her feet. + </p> + <p> + Now every eye fastened upon her, from Regent's and Prince's to the bottom, + those near her, who knew her now, feeling a miserable heart-shrinking of + shame. + </p> + <p> + With sideward head she stood some seconds, smiling; and she sighed: “My + name is Rachel—” + </p> + <p> + But soon, her mood now rushing into sprightliness, she stamped, and with + an active alacrity of eye, sang: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Will you come to the wedding? + Will you come? + Bring your own bread-and-butter, + And your own tea-and-sugar, + And we'll all pay a penny for the Rum, + Rum, Rum, + We'll all pay a penny for the Rum”. +</pre> + <p> + The Regent had risen, while Frankl, calm now in reaction, gazed sweetly + upon his face: the vengeance of a Jew—nor was he half done with + vengeance. Certainly, Hogarth was pale: he had sought her long, and found + her <i>so</i>. “Why it is my own heart”, he thought, “and they have made + her mad”. + </p> + <p> + One moment a stab of shame pierced him at the reflection: “<i>Here!</i>” + but in the next his heart yearned upon her, and he rose nimbly and + naturally far beyond Lord Mayor and Prince, and the rut of the world. + After a perfectly deliberate bow, he left his place, and walked down the + length of the hall to her, amid the gaping gods, Loveday, too, and three + others, when he was half-way, following. + </p> + <p> + He had her hand, touched her temple lightly, yet compellingly, + healingly.... + </p> + <p> + “Dear, don't you know me?—Richard?—<i>Dick?</i>” + </p> + <p> + No, but at sight of Loveday some kind of recognition seemed to light, and + die, in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Will you come, dear, and sit up yonder with me?” Hogarth asked, his face + a mask of emotion. + </p> + <p> + Wearily she shook her head; and “John”, said Hogarth, “take her home”; + whereupon Loveday led her out, the Regent returning to the canopy. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later he found it <i>à propos</i> of something to say to the + Prince: “That lady who sang is my sister, Your Royal Highness—seems + to have been subjected to gross cruelties, and has gone crazy”. + </p> + <p> + The next morning everyone knew that she was the Regent's sister; and a man + said to a man: “There is madness in the family, then....” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0048" id="link2H_4_0048"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLVIII. — THE SEA-FORTS + </h2> + <p> + The second-reading of the Land Bill had passed by a 59 majority: and it + would now have been easy work to hurry through its remaining stages in a + couple of weeks; but the Regent had awaited the nation's verdict in the + return of the 120 to fill the Jewish seats, sure of the result. + </p> + <p> + So the 23rd was a great night—the third-reading—the majority + 115 at 8 P.M.; and the next day, which was marked by a very brilliant + levée, the Bill was before the Lords. + </p> + <p> + This stage it might easily have reached four weeks before, but had been + shelved for the election of the 120: and in those weeks the four copies of + the <i>Mahomet II</i>. had been launched. + </p> + <p> + And suddenly—bad news from Palestine: news that there, too, after + all the safeguards, the greed of a few was working to plant the old + European wrong: for, the Sanhedrim being short of funds for a railway, a + syndicate of five merchant-princes had offered to buy from it an estate + between Jerusalem and the Jordan, and when the Chief Rabbi had pointed out + that the offer was monstrous, in view of the terms of the Sea's Deed of + Gift, a fierce discussion had ensued, a schism; and although the + syndicate's offer had been rejected by 27, at the next session the + defeated leader, like some warlike Maccabæus, had surged with his faction + and a hundred Arabs into the Mosque of Omar where the Sanhedrim met, to + cast those who did not escape by flight into prison in the Pasha's Palace. + In the hands of his clique the Government remained. + </p> + <p> + Such was the news.... + </p> + <p> + It was followed in three days by a Representation to the Regent, signed by + 90,000 Jews in Palestine, the fourth name being Rebekah Frankl's, they + imploring him for their sinking ship just launched, calling him “Father”. + </p> + <p> + For though the Jews had been content to see that Europe which they + contemned parcelled out among a few, while the mass of men hovered + countryless—from this had arisen their lucre—their mental + quality was too rich in business shrewdness to tolerate in their own case + any such Bedlam: yet they stood helpless before the disaster, and only in + the Regent was hope. + </p> + <p> + On that night of the arrival of their Petition, the Prime Minister and the + Commander-in-Chief dined in the Palace, placid men at the moment when soup + began, the Regent's sky quite clear, for, though a rumour whispered that + the Lords were designedly lengthening discussion of the Bill, this gave no + one any concern. + </p> + <p> + During entremêts, however, a scribbled card was passed into the hand of + the Commander-in-Chief, and, as he read, his eyebrows lifted. Craving + permission, he hurried out, had some talk with his Director of Military + Intelligence, and returned pale. + </p> + <p> + Afterwards, as they three sat on a balcony overlooking the lake, with + cigars, the Regent said: “I have thought, Sir Robert Wortley, of sending + out at once two thousand Tommies under, say, General Sir John Clough, to + the help of those poor Jews....” + </p> + <p> + Here the Commander-in-Chief cleared his throat, and in a strained voice + interfered: “That is, my Lord King, if we ourselves have not need of every + soldier of the line within the next week”. + </p> + <p> + The Regent deposited his ash with peering eyes, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “What does your Lordship mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Your Lordship's Majesty, I was summoned from dinner just now to talk with + Major-General Sir Maurice Coppleston, who reports movements of armed men, + just come to his knowledge, and now going forward on a considerable scale, + all northward. He gathers that these can only consist of Territorials and + Yeomanry Cavalry, of whom not less than twelve battalions of rifles and + three batteries of artillery, officers and men, are now on the way to, or + massed upon, York. How widely the movement may actually extend—God + knows”. + </p> + <p> + Silence now: Sir Robert Wortley suddenly whitening to the lips. Then + Hogarth, in a very low voice, said: “They do not know me”. + </p> + <p> + “If I may crave leave to retire at once—” from the + Commander-in-Chief; and Hogarth gave consent. + </p> + <p> + Queer things, omens, doubtings, weird clouds, gathered about Hogarth that + night. When at eleven he gave audience to Admiral Quilter-Beckett, arrived + from the <i>Boodah</i> Quilter-Beckett said: “Strange the fine weather + here: at sea it is quite rough, the <i>Boodah</i> well under foam, and + that old <i>Campania</i> pitches so—” + </p> + <p> + “You have come, then, in the <i>Campania</i>?”—from Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + “And what about the yacht?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the yacht: in her I have sent the two hundred men to the <i>Mahomet</i>”. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Which</i> two hundred men, Admiral?” + </p> + <p> + Quilter-Beckett stared. + </p> + <p> + “Your Lordship's Majesty has forgotten: I had instructions that you + desired some interchanges among the garrisons, and had ordered the sending + of two hundred of my men to the <i>Mahomet</i>, I to receive in return two + hundred from her”. + </p> + <p> + “And you have sent your two hundred?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + “Have you received the two hundred from the <i>Mahomet?</i>” + </p> + <p> + “They had not arrived when I left the <i>Boodah</i>”. + </p> + <p> + “So that you left only one hundred men in the <i>Boodah</i>, with + instructions to receive two hundred others?” + </p> + <p> + “That is so, my Lord King”. + </p> + <p> + There was silence. + </p> + <p> + “But suppose I tell you that I have given no such instructions: will your + heart—<i>leap?</i>” + </p> + <p> + Hogarth clapped a sudden hand of horror upon Quilter-Beckett's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “My God—!” Quilter-Beckett started like a gun's recoil. + </p> + <p> + “Be calm, Admiral: it may be only some mistake....From whence had you this + order?” + </p> + <p> + “From—from the <i>Mahomet</i>, in the usual course—” + </p> + <p> + “Good night, Admiral; I would be alone”. + </p> + <p> + At that very hour a world-tragedy was being enacted over the dark and + turbulent ocean, and the immensest of Empires was sinking into the sea. + </p> + <p> + Darkly, quietly, with no mighty and multitudinous tumult of man. + </p> + <p> + That midnight the night-glass of many a mystified merchantman searched the + murk for those coruscations with which the crescent of forts had + constellated the Atlantic, the mariner's sea-rent waiting ready, with his + ship's-papers, in his cash box: but no galaxy of lights glanced that + night. + </p> + <p> + To some, before this, they had appeared, but, as the ship approached, had + vanished, and it was as though the swarm of the Pleiades had been caught + from the skies before their eyes. Long before dawn ships separated by + three thousand miles had gained the assurance that this or that sea-fort + no longer rode the familiar spot-had been rapt to the stars, had sunk, had + somehow passed from being. Before this monstrous marvel the mariner stood + dumb, and it was afterwards said that that wild night the terminals of + heaven and earth were lost, that the storm-winds were haunted, in all the + air lamentation, sobbings as for swallowed orbs, and the whisper: “It is + finished”. + </p> + <p> + Two days previously a telegram from Admiral O'Hara had gone to all the + forts in European waters, commanding an interchange of 200 of their men + with men of his own fort; and each officer in command, ignorant that the + same instructions had gone to others, had complied: so that by the next + morning, the 29th April, 1600 men from eight forts were converging in + yachts upon the <i>Mahomet</i>. As the fort garrisons, originally + numbering 500, had recently been reduced to 300, the others having been + mostly drafted into the 2nd Division of the British Royal Marines, + compliance with Admiral O'Hara's order left a garrison of 100 only at each + of eight forts. + </p> + <p> + Toward five in the afternoon of that day, the 29th, 700 men, to the + bewilderment of her officers, were in the <i>Mahomet</i> two of the + fort-yachts having arrived upon a troubled First Lieutenant who was in + command, all attempts to see the Admiral since the morning having failed. + </p> + <p> + But near seven the Admiral summoned the Treasurer to his <i>bureau</i> + near the bottom, he being in dressing-gown and slippers, very slovenly, + seeming either drunk or sick, his mouth gaping to his pantings, and anon + his languishing eye shot dyingly to heaven. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see how I am, Mr. Treasurer”, he went, “seedy. Pain in this + temple, trouble with the respiration, and a foul breath. Poor Admiral + Donald, Mr. Treasurer, poor Admiral Donald. The fashion of this world + passeth away, sir, and the Will of God be done! Sometimes, I pledge you my + word, I almost wish that I was dead. There are things, sir, in this world—Ah, + well, God help me; I feel very chippy. I wanted to ask you, sir, to let me + see the books, and hand me over at once all unaudited and unsettled funds + in your counting-house, though I'm not fit for affairs to-day, sir, God + knows—” + </p> + <p> + “Sir!” cried the Treasurer, a hard-browed, bald-headed man with a + fan-beard, savouring of banks and ledgers. + </p> + <p> + “Just pass them over, sir”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, this is the most singular order I ever heard of!” + </p> + <p> + “Obey me promptly, sir, or, by God, I cashier you!” roared O'Hara, his + raised lids laying nude the debauchery of those jaundiced juicy balls. + </p> + <p> + “Be it so, Admiral Donald”—the Treasurer bowed: “but on the + understanding that I formally protest against the irregularity, and report + it to the High Chancellor”. + </p> + <p> + He retired, and in half an hour returned with two clerks who bore books, + himself a carpet-bag containing in cash-boxes £850,000, paper and gold, + which he deposited on the Admiral's <i>bureau</i>, and, after again + protesting before the clerks, went away. + </p> + <p> + Not far off by now were some of the other six fort-yachts, converging with + their 200 upon the <i>Mahomet</i>, and as the Admiral had no intention of + being put into irons as a lunatic in his own fort, at eight o'clock he + stole from his apartments, dressed now, not in uniform, but in priest's + robes and a voluminous cloak, bearing in one hand the bag, in the other a + key. + </p> + <p> + Those lower depths of the <i>Mahomet</i> were an utter solitude, lit with + rare rays; yet the Admiral journeyed through and up peering, skulking, + pausing, hurrying, and, if by chance a light caught his face, it showed a + horror of convulsive flesh, his body a mass of trembling, like jelly. + </p> + <p> + Now, the forts had been built to fight; and (since nothing is impossible), + if they fought, they might fall into an enemy's hand: to obviate which, + there was in a little room on the third floor a handle which opened by + hydraulics a door in the fort's side on the fifth floor below, the + existence of this room being unknown save to each Admiral and to four of + his lieutenants, and its key kept in a spot known to these. This key + O'Hara now had in hand; and as he pushed it into the lock, his jaw + jabbered like a baboon's. + </p> + <p> + Night was now come; the sea rough; Spain lost to sight; the two emptied + yachts on the way back to their forts; yonder the lights of the <i>Mahomet + II</i>. lying-to; two officers in oilskins walking arm in arm, to and fro, + on the roof; and said one: “Look at those waves there all of a sudden: + they rather seem to be breaking on the wrong side of us”. + </p> + <p> + Then they resumed their talk; and to and fro they walked, arm in arm. + </p> + <p> + Till now one with sudden hiss: “But-good Christ-just look-why, the roof's + <i>leaning</i>—!” + </p> + <p> + At that moment an outcry and runners from below, shouts, a trumpet-call, + were borne on the winds to them: for the Admiral had rushed up to the + manned parts of the fort, all hell alight in his eyeballs, bawling out, + “The boats! The <i>Mahomet</i> is sinking!” + </p> + <p> + In spite of which many perished, the survivors afterwards declaring that + the tragedy mesmerized their nerves with a certain awe not to be compared + with the terrors felt on sinking ships, the <i>Mahomet</i> affecting them + like a being of life, like behemoth slowly dying, or some doomed moon. She + gave them, indeed, plenty of time, though when the steel portals on two of + her sides were opened, the sea washed up the steps, making the launching + very delicate feats, and near the last the leaning was so marked, that + there was difficulty in standing; and still in patient distress she waited + while the waves like multitudinous wolves, trooped to prey upon her. + </p> + <p> + As the Admiral ran to the outer Collector's Office to embark, he was faced + by the Treasurer, revolver in hand, and “Hand me over that bag, Admiral”, + he said pretty coolly, “or I blow out your brains”. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara's mouth worked: he could not speak. + </p> + <p> + “Will you?” said the Treasurer: “no doubt you mean to hand it over to the + proper authorities, but I prefer to do that myself. Be quick, you old + dog!” + </p> + <p> + Whereat O'Hara, having no weapon, dropped the bag, and trotted wide-eyed + forward to the thronged scene of the launchings. + </p> + <p> + There were more than enough boats, and though on the lowest side of the + fort nothing could long be done, all had gone off, when the fort, having + settled very low, looking for some time like a brawling cauldron and area + of breaking waves coloured by her hundred lights, went down, and was not. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon the yacht, over a hundred yards away, was caught in the traction + of her strong enthralment, and, like a planet, started into running round + a region of sea which wheeled; while seven of the boats, rowing for life, + were grasped, and dragged back, with a hundred and nine, into the deep. + </p> + <p> + “Toll for the brave....” + </p> + <p> + As to the other boats, they arrived at Tarifa the following evening, with + 583; but the Admiral ordered the <i>Mahomet II</i>. to Cadiz, where soon + after midnight he landed, and, by negotiation with a “<i>Jefe</i>”, in an + hour had a train for Madrid. As he was about to step in, the Treasurer + touched his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “What, Admiral, off by land?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, as you know”, said O'Hara, “for you have been spying my + movements for the last hour. How childish to imagine that I have anything + to fear, or want to escape! Why, I am bound for England—my only + object in the land journey being quickness. I even invite you to come with + me.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, Admiral, I will....If you be tempted to murder me <i>en route</i>, + remember these”—a pair of pistols; and they set out at about the + hour when the whole crescent of tragedies was over. + </p> + <p> + At six that evening a yacht, a copy of the <i>Mahomet II</i>., had come to + the Cattegat sea-fort to land 200 men who wore the Empire's blue-jacket, + the name “Mahomet” on their caps—nothing to show that they were not + genuine Mahomet men, though some looked rather sea-sick; but in reality + they were young lords, stock-brokers, Territorial Officers, + men-about-town, park-keepers, undergraduates, secretly armed with knife + and revolver, and knowing, too, where the armoury of the sea-fort lay. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, three other yachts, all named <i>Mahomet II</i>., were a-ply in + the Atlantic, two containing 400 men each, one 600, each of the first two + to land 200 at a fort at six, and her remaining 200 at the next fort by + eight-thirty, serving four forts, the last to land 200 at each of three + forts: so that by 10.30 P.M. each of eight forts, including the Cattegat, + contained 200 enemies disguised as fort-men. + </p> + <p> + And punctually at eleven, in each, began perhaps the darkest massacre of + history—no quarter given—and when the alarm went forth, + whichever of the unarmed fort-men rushed to the dark armoury found the + door fastened against him. Of two men in bed, talking together through an + open door, one arose at the stroke of a clock and killed the other; some + perished in sleep—all very quietly accomplished: a few shots, a few + lost echoes in the vast castles, a few daubs of blood. And in no case did + a single one, either massacred or assassin, escape alive: for, in every + case, some one or other of the fort-officers—Admiral, Lieutenant, + Commander—to prevent capture, opened the inlet to the flood in the + very thick of the doom, went down with his muteness and his bubbling, and + the sea, a secret in its bosom, rolled over the Sea. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0049" id="link2H_4_0049"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XLIX. — THE DÉBÂCLE + </h2> + <p> + All the next day, till near 9 P.M., not one syllable was definitely known + of this tremendous fact by anyone in Britain: for though, early astir, the + Regent telegraphed the <i>Mahomet</i>, all day he waited without reply. + </p> + <p> + At eleven the Prime Minister said to him: “Things, my Lord King, wear at + this moment an aspect so threatening, that I see no escape from civil war, + even if it be brief, except by the immediate forcing through of the Bill, + and I stand ready—now—to propose you as new peers—” + </p> + <p> + “Wait”, answered the Regent: “pass to-night the Bill should, but I think I + shall effect that by myself going to the Lords, and listening a little to + the talk”. + </p> + <p> + A dark day, with an under-thought always, whatever the business, of one + thing—the Sea.... + </p> + <p> + About 5.30, as was his custom, he went up a stair to pass along two + corridors to the little cream suite in which lived Margaret, for whom the + doctors now promised sanity, her forehead daily seeming to drink-in peace + from the contact of his palm, after which she would comb his hair, he + lying on a sofa, or taking tea; and, “Well, dear”, he said, this last day + of all, as her ladies retired to an inner salon, “how is the head?” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen you before”, she replied: “what is your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Dick Hogarth. Come to me, and let me lay my heavy head on you. The heart + of your friend bodes to-day, bodes, bodes; but is not afraid: a tough + heart, Madge. Do you like me to press my hand upon your head like that?” + </p> + <p> + Then, weary of his moaning heart that moaned that day like choruses of + haunted winds through desolate halls, he fell to sleep even as he mumbled + to her, she, seated near his sofa, playing with his hair, his arm around + her, faint zephyrs from the window fanning his head, waving down the + valenciennes. + </p> + <p> + But now she tossed the comb away, hummed, became restless, disengaged her + shoulders, rose, strayed listlessly, with sighs, and on finding herself in + the ante-chamber, opened the door, went out into a corridor, leant her + back, eyeing the floor; and next with a great sigh set to gazing upward, + droning two notes, one <i>doh</i>, one <i>soh</i>. All was silent. But now + a sound of voices that drew her, she moving into another longer corridor, + with balusters which overlooked a hall below, and yonder at the stair-foot + were two men in altercation, one a guard, to whom the other was saying + “But I tell you the lydy herself arst me to go to her; it's an + appointment, just like any other appointment. Do let a fellow pass!” and + with mouth at ear he added: “<i>It's an affair of the 'eart! 'Ere's a sov—</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn't, my friend, couldn't”, the guardsman said. + </p> + <p> + But now Harris: “Why, there she is 'erself, so 'elp-! come out to meet me, + as the Lord liveth!”—ran then toward where she looked over to send + up the hoarse whisper: “I sye—didn't you tell me yourself to come—?” + </p> + <p> + On which she nodded amiably, smiling, touching a rose in her bosom. + </p> + <p> + “There you are! What more do you want?” he said to the guard, who now gave + him passage: and like a dart he darted, like a freed lark, or unleashed + hound, fleet on the feet, with lifted brow. + </p> + <p> + “I sye!” he whispered her, all active, brisk as a cat, ecstatic—“where's + 'e?” + </p> + <p> + “Who?”—she still at her rose, a memory straying in her that here was + a friend, whom the Terrible One had bid her obey. + </p> + <p> + “Mr.—the Regent”, he whispered. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know him. What is your name? <i>My</i> name is—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you muddle-headed cat! Don't you know the dark man with the black + moles—quick!” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sh-h-h</i>—he is sleeping”. + </p> + <p> + “Gawd! is he though? Come, show me! I've got a old appointment—” + </p> + <p> + She led the way: the two corridors—the door—the room, he + treading on air, brow up, eyes on fire, knife bright and ready; and eight + feet from the couch she put out her forefinger, pointing, smiling, + Hogarth's face toward them, his mouth pouting in sleep, bosom breathing, a + breeze in his hair. + </p> + <p> + From the lips of Harris, in the faintest snake-hiss, proceeded, “Sleep, my + little one-sleep, my pretty one—<i>sleep</i>—” and with a + wrist as graceful as the spring of a tigress he had the knife buried in + Hogarth's left breast. + </p> + <p> + Some instinct must have pierced Hogarth's sleep an instant before the + actual blow, for while the knife was yet in him he had Harris's wrist; and + the assassin fled writhing, so brisk a trick had cracked his elbow. + </p> + <p> + And blanched and short-breathed sprang Hogarth, but at once tottered, + Margaret, open-mouthed, regarding him, till he suddenly cried out + “Ladies!”, and before they came had hurried out, drawing his coat over the + place of blood. + </p> + <p> + In the second corridor he had to stop and lean, but then descended, + striking all whom he passed with awe at his face, till he stumbled into + his own drawing-room, and, as he fell, was caught by Sir Francis Yeames, + the Private Secretary. + </p> + <p> + The wound had passed along the outer front surface of the second rib + toward the scapula, injuring two of the branches of the axillary artery: + so whispered the Resident Medical Attendant, while the council of doctors + pronounced the condition “very grave”, but not “dangerous”—a case + for “judicious pressure”; and after a long swoon he opened his eyes; in + the deeply-recessed series of windows, narrow and round-topped, now dying + the twilight; the insignificant bed lost in a chamber of frescoes and vast + darksome oils of battles and loves. And, suddenly starting, he asked: + “What's the time?” + </p> + <p> + “Seven-thirty, my Lord King”, answered Sir Martin Phipps. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I remember: I was stabbed. Who did it?” + </p> + <p> + “It can only be assumed from the evidence of a guardsman that it was a + servant in the Palace, called Harris”. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, I think I saw his face. Does anyone know of the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Very few persons so far....The police are after Harris”. + </p> + <p> + Now the Regent started, understanding that the condemnation of Harris + would mean a revelation of the Colmoor-horror secret; and he said after a + minute, “John, is that you? Will you go and have the whole thing + quashed?....And now, doctor, the wound.” + </p> + <p> + “The wound is not what we call 'dangerous', my Lord King: ah, but believe + me, it was a narrow shave”. + </p> + <p> + “I dare say, Sir Martin: the outcomes of this particular world do arrive + by narrow shaves; but they arrive, and life is an escape. At any rate, + doctor, I shall be able to go, as arranged, to the Lords—” + </p> + <p> + The doctor smiled. “No, never that”. + </p> + <p> + “I shall go”. + </p> + <p> + And at once he leapt from bed, staggering headlong in the effort, to + strike his head against a window corner, while all ran, crying out, to + catch him, the doctor thinking: “Those whom the gods destroy they first + drive mad”. + </p> + <p> + So far not a whisper of the stab had reached even the Prime Minister or + the Prince; but since the news of moving troops, and the reluctance of the + Lords to pass the Bill, agitated all, London came out to watch his descent + upon the Lords. + </p> + <p> + He went in precisely the spirit of a professor who steps to the chair, + smiles, and takes the class; but as he drove down Whitehall, this thought + pierced him with a keener point than the steel of Harris: “<i>The Sea...!</i>” + </p> + <p> + He did not know that at last a thousand transmitters, from Tarifa, from + Frederikshavn, from many a ship, were thrilling the ether with messages as + to the Sea. + </p> + <p> + Nor did he know that that day Frankl had whispered to some dozen people, + with proofs and old newspapers, that convict past of the Regent. + </p> + <p> + And from his very first entering, when the Lord Chancellor rose, and the + Regent made the bow, he was shocked by the scene of open insolence spread + before him. + </p> + <p> + Everywhere the boldest eyes regarded him; he saw smiles of scorn, snarling + visages, as, with reclining head and lowered lids, his eyes rested on the + House: a hard gaze. Unfortunately, his pallor was perfectly obvious, and + its significance, the stab being unknown, was misunderstood. + </p> + <p> + And up rose a young lord, who stammered unprofundities just below the + region of lawn-sleeves to the right; and another with slow step, as if to + music, came up the gangway, and spoke at the table; and another after him: + and it needed sustained effort to understand what they said; the brain, as + it were, would not close upon statement after statement so insignificant. + But Hogarth would have endured till midnight, or longer, but for a growing + doubt within him: “Am I bleeding? Shall I not certainly faint?” + </p> + <p> + And there was this other question: “To what greater daring of insolence + will these impossible speeches rise?” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly, at five minutes to ten, in the very midst of a duke's speech, + the Regent, with dizzy brain, was on his feet: there was a few moments' + gasp and breathlessness; and then—all at once—it was as though + a wind from hell swept through that House, whirling in its vehemence + Regent, lords, Gallery, Black Rod, Clerk, Usher, and all; and every face + was marble, and every eye a blaze. + </p> + <p> + The Regent cried: “Your lordships' eloquence—” + </p> + <p> + And as he said “eloquence”, a voice that was a scream, a forward-straining + form, a pointing finger: “Why, my lords, that man is only a common + convict!—reprieved for murder—escaped from Colmoor. And all + his forts are sunk!” + </p> + <p> + It happened that in the midst of this outcry, the Regent fell back afaint, + the moles black, the face white. + </p> + <p> + Now, here seemed simple panic: and like a pack of dogs which rush to + mangle a mongrel, they were at him pell-mell. + </p> + <p> + See now a shocking scrimmage, a rush and crush for precedence, surge upon + surge of men jostling each other in a struggle to get near him, sticks + reaching awkwardly over heads to inflict far forceless blows, and on his + face the fists; a hundred roaring “Order!”, fighting against the tide; + three hundred shrieking, “Kill him!” “Have him done with!” “Dash out his + brains!”, and pressing to that job. Sergeant-at-Arms, meanwhile, + Clerk-attending-the-Table, and the physician, had run to give the alarm; + but it was by one of those miracles of wild minutes, when turbulent + sprites appear to mix themselves in the business of men, worse—embroiling + the embroiled, that through the throng in the street rushed the word that + the Regent was being killed: and quick, before any fatal blow had been + struck, the rabble were there in that chamber, having brushed away every + barrier. + </p> + <p> + They imagined themselves come to save: in reality they came to kill—were, + in fact, too many for the area of the room, so that men succumbed fast as + by plague-stroke under trampling feet, and even after twenty minutes when + sixty-seven lay mangled the scene of horror could not be said to be ended. + </p> + <p> + Early upon the irruption the physician, three policemen, a Reading Clerk, + and the Bishop of Durham, had managed to extricate and drag the Regent + out; and through the shouting of the outside crowd he was driven home + unconscious. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0050" id="link2H_4_0050"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + L — THE DECISION + </h2> + <p> + Somewhat before this hour Admiral O'Hara had arrived at Croydon, a lust, a + morbid curiosity, now working in this man—having committed the + ineffable sin, to enjoy its fruit by hearing what Richard Hogarth now + said, in what precise way he groaned, or raved, smiled, or wept, or + stormed; for he was cruelly in love with Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + All the way had come with him the <i>Mahomet's</i> treasurer, with his bag + of wealth—and two pistols. + </p> + <p> + So at Dieppe O'Harra had wired to Harris: + </p> + <p> + “Meet me at Croydon to-night, the 9.45 from Newhaven, as you love life. + Most important. Shall expect wire from you at the London and Paris Hotel, + Newhaven, not later than six, saying yes”. + </p> + <p> + But at Newhaven he had found no answer—Harris, in fact, not having + received the telegram, having already inflicted his stab, and fled the + Palace. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon O'Hara, in an agony of doubt, had telegraphed Frankl from + Newhaven: + </p> + <p> + “For God's sake find Harris. Make him meet me at Croydon to-night in the + 9.45 from Newhaven. Do not fail”. + </p> + <p> + Now, Frankl knew exactly where Harris was—hiding in the Market + Street house. And he said to himself: “All right: it's got something to do + with money, and a lot of it, too, with all this 'God's sake'. Suppose we + <i>both</i> go to Croydon?” + </p> + <p> + Hence Frankl missed the joy of seeing the Regent mobbed: for at 9.30 he + was waiting with Harris on the Croydon up-platform. + </p> + <p> + And as the train stopped, they two hurried into the compartment where + O'Hara sat alone. + </p> + <p> + “You, my friend?” said O'Hara to Frankl. + </p> + <p> + “Large as life”, replied Frankl: “I and the boy have already made it up + between us for a third each: you a third, I a third, Alfie a third: that's + fair; I keep the police off the backs of the pair of you, and you pay me a + third. What's the figure?” + </p> + <p> + In one moment of silence O'Hara plotted; then his tongue yielded to the + temptation of the great words: “Eight-hundred-and-fifty thousand, sir”. + </p> + <p> + So after three minutes' talk Harris got out, and, as the train started, + sprang into a first-class compartment in which was one other occupant. + </p> + <p> + Now, it was natural that the treasurer, carrying such a sum, should + scrutinize any stranger, but Harris disarmed suspicion: his right arm, + twisted by Hogarth, was in a sling, and he threw himself aside, and seemed + to sleep, between the peak of his cap and his muffler hardly an inch of + interval: so the treasurer, too, worn with travel, settled into a + half-drowse. + </p> + <p> + Harris, however, like many of his type, was perfectly ambidextrous, often + using the left hand by preference; and as the train passed Bromley, he + darted, plunged his knife, streaked with the Regent's blood, into the + treasurer's heart, and huddled the body under the seat. + </p> + <p> + No stoppage till London Bridge, where, with the bag, Harris left the + train, Frankl and O'Hara trotting after his burdened haste; and, after two + changes of cabs, the three arrived at the Market Street house. + </p> + <p> + There Harris laid the bag on the floor of an empty back room, where + through a broken window came a little light, and the three stood looking + down upon the bag, solemnly as upon a body. + </p> + <p> + Then suddenly Harris: “Come, gentlemen of the jury, let's have my share of + the dead meat: and 'ere's off out of it for this child—only this + blooming arm of mine! it's going to get me nabbed as sure as sticks. Never + mind—trot it out, Captain! and don't cheat an innocent orphan, lest + the ravens of the valley pick out the yellow galls of some o' you”. + </p> + <p> + Neither of the other two, however, seemed anxious for the division; and + after a minute's silence Frankl said: “The third of 850, I <i>believe</i>, + is 2, 8, 3; how are we going to carry away 283 thousand without something + to put it in? I vote, Pat, that we leave the bag here, and come and divide + at midnight sharp. How would that do?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes”, said Harris, “I think I see old Pat leaving the lot with me—what + O! You know 'ow I'd fondle it for you, and keep it out of the cold, cold + world, till you came back, don't you, you bald-headed priest?” + </p> + <p> + “Shut your mouth, boy. We can't take it away without something, as Mr. + Frankl very justly observes. Aren't there some safes, Frankl, in Adair + Street?” + </p> + <p> + “Right you are: and one, as I happen to know, empty. Who'll keep the key?” + </p> + <p> + “You, if you like, my friend. I'll keep the keys of the room-doors. And + Harris will stand guard”. + </p> + <p> + “The very thing”, remarked Frankl. + </p> + <p> + So it was agreed. Harris took the bag; they descended to the cellar; then, + striking matches, down three marl steps to the subterranean way made for + Hogarth; and along it, forty feet, they stumbled bent, Harris gripped by + each sleeve. + </p> + <p> + Then in the Adair Street Board Room they lit a candle, and in the room + next it found the safes, the largest of which admitting the bag, Frankl + locked its door, took the key; O'Hara then locked the room door, took the + key; and at the stair-bottom locked another door, took the key; so that + Frankl could not now get at the bag without him, nor he without Frankl, + nor Harris without both. + </p> + <p> + Two then went away, while Harris, sprawling cynically on a solitary chair + down in the parlour with straight open legs, awaited the <i>rendezvous</i> + at twelve. + </p> + <p> + He had not, however, sat very long, when the taper at his feet glared on a + face of terror at a sound of ghosts in the tomb that the house was, and he + started to his feet, prone, snatching his knife—thinking, as always, + of the Only Reality, the police. But he had not prowled three ecstatic + steps when O'Hara stood before him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, damned fool!” he went with infinite contempt and reproach, “to + frighten anybody like that! What's it you are after now? Frighten anybody + like that....” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Alfie</i>!”—O'Hara whispered it breathfully as the hoarse + sirocco, stepping daintily like the peacock. Tell it not in Gath! If Alfie + rammed the knife into the marrow of Frankl's back at the moment when the + safe was opened, then Alfie would have, not a third, but a half; and the + thing was desirable for this reason: that a half is greater than a + third... + </p> + <p> + Harris saw that: but he seemed reluctant, meditating upon the ground; then + walking, hands in pockets. + </p> + <p> + “Why, boy, he is only an interloper”, said O'Hara: “I meant the money to + be divided fairly between you and me. Why should this Jew come in?” + </p> + <p> + “All right”, said Harris: “I don't mind”. + </p> + <p> + “And I know a little castle in Granada, Alfie, which we'll buy—” + </p> + <p> + “All right: you go away. It's agreed”. + </p> + <p> + And O'Hara hurried away, took a cab, drove for the Palace; while Harris, + left alone, sat serious, with sprawling straight legs, and presently + muttered: “Blind me, I must be going dotty or something! p'raps it's this + arm....” + </p> + <p> + He had not thought of killing Frankl, until it had been suggested!—some + class-habit, or instinct, of honour among thieves (which, however, his + reason despised)...But five minutes after O'Hara had gone he started + alert, staring, with tight fist, and, “All right, you two”, said he, + “blood it is!” + </p> + <p> + He sat again: and again, after twenty minutes, the house gave a sound—Frankl, + who had let himself in by the front door, each member possessing a key to + that. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Alf”, said he, “all alone? Then, we two can have a little chat + between us little two”. + </p> + <p> + And he stood and talked, while Harris sprawled and listened, Frankl's road + to his end being more circuitous than O'Hara's, more hedged, too, with + reasons, scruples, sanctions: but he reached it, pointing out that a half + is greater than a third; also that O'Hara would be a continual witness + against Harris' past, whereas he, Frankl, left England for Asia the next + morning. + </p> + <p> + Alfie pretended aversion to bloodshed, but finally consented; upon which + Frankl went away, and took cab for Scotland Yard: his idea being to have + Harris arrested red-handed in the murder of O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + The streets through which he drove wore a singular aspect—of + commotion, hurry, unrest, two dragoon-orderlies galloping past him at the + Marble Arch, in Whitehall the tramp of some line-regiment battalion, and + he said to himself: “He is going to fight it out with them, I suppose—Satan + take the lot!” + </p> + <p> + At Scotland Yard he said to the Inspector in Charge, having given his + card, that if two officers were placed at his disposition, he might be + able to lead them to the arrest of a man long “wanted”, who now + premeditated another murder. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, O'Hara was in conversation with Loveday in the Regent's library, + nearer the centre of which stood a group of four with their heads together—Prime + Minister, First Lord, War Office Secretary, a Naval Lord; further still, a + spurred General, cloaked over his out-stuck sword, writing, with a wet + white brow; and, “I suppose he will want to see you”, said Loveday, “if + you have anything to say. But the doctors have first to be reckoned with: + I suppose you know that he has been stabbed and beaten”. + </p> + <p> + “Stabbed! by whom?” + </p> + <p> + “By Harris”. + </p> + <p> + “No! When?” + </p> + <p> + “This afternoon”. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I did not know”. + </p> + <p> + “It was by your recommendation, it appears, that Harris became Captain + Macnaghten's servant”, said Loveday with his smile, looking very gaunt and + bent-down. + </p> + <p> + “Tut, sir!”—from O'Hara—“you are not my judge: I am here to + see the Lord of the Sea, my King”. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!—you still give him the title”. + </p> + <p> + And now O'Hara, drawing his chair nearer to ask: “<i>How did he take it?</i>” + stretching back the waiting mouth to hear that thing. + </p> + <p> + “The Lord Regent? Well, at eight-thirty he went to the House of Lords, + where they beat him nearly to death on the throne, the gentle hearts, and + the doctors forbade me to speak to him of the Sea; but his eyes seemed to + question me, so I leant over, and told him”. + </p> + <p> + “Yes—and whatever did he say?” + </p> + <p> + He said: “'What, old Pat?'” + </p> + <p> + O'Hara rose to stand by a hearth, black-robed to the heels and tonsured, + and at the angle of his jaw some sinews ribbed and moved: not a syllable + now from him. + </p> + <p> + “I am going in now to him”, said Loveday: “if you care to wait here, I + will see”—and passing through a palace pretty busy that night with + feet and a thousand working purposes, went to sit at the sick bed, the + doctors retiring. + </p> + <p> + “How is the pain?” + </p> + <p> + “The pain”, said the Regent very weakly, “is nonsense: I am not going to + be bullied by doctors, but shall do exactly as I like”. + </p> + <p> + “And what is that, Richard?” + </p> + <p> + “There is a Normandy village, John, called Valée-les-Noisettes—white + houses with an extraordinary sound of forest about, one of Poussin's + landscapes, with a smithy under a chestnut precisely as in the poem; and + the blacksmith is a charming man. I dare say someone will find me money + enough to purchase a share of his smithy: and with him I shall work, + starting for him before sunrise, with my sister”. + </p> + <p> + Loveday, wondering if he was delirious, said irrelevantly: “I have to tell + you that by five A.M. there will be 15,000 additional infantry in London, + with—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I wish they'd lend them me to send out to those poor Jews, John. But, + for myself—I was mad when I gave that order. It won't do! the world + is addicted to its orbit, and relapses. I don't say that it will be always + so, but it is now. As against the Empire of the Sea arises—Pat + O'Hara; as against the brushing aside of these rebels arise—Germany, + Russia, the hostile world. Consider the rancour of the nations at + Britain's late advantages in sea-rent, try to conceive the scream of + jubilation that rings to the sky to-night against her, and against me. Do + you think I could <i>now</i> start a civil war in England? for the + satisfaction of my own pride? I call God to witness that never for my own + pride have I done aught, but that the Kingdom of God might come. I know + that bitter tears will flow at the fall of the righteous man—many + calling me 'traitor' for abandoning those ready to die for me. Yet it + shall be. I never thought to fail, to fly, John Loveday, chased by such + little fellows: but God has done it. Well, then, the smithy. You and all, + therefore, will find enough to do to-night”. + </p> + <p> + Loveday lifted a face streaming with tears to say: “The man, O'Hara, waits + to see you”. + </p> + <p> + “Really? Well, come, we will see him....” and in some minutes O'Hara was + there by the bedside, the eyes of the two fixed together, over Hogarth's + face five oblongs of sticking-plaster, his head bandaged, and at a corner + of O'Hara's mouth a twitching. + </p> + <p> + “Pat, did you betray me?” asked Hogarth. + </p> + <p> + O'Hara nodded: “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you may sit and tell me, and ease your poor heart”. + </p> + <p> + And a long time O'Hara sat, going into the mighty crime, torturing + details, revelling in the vastness of the horror, the sickness of the + self-inflicted filth, and pangs of the self-inflicted scalpel. + </p> + <p> + “And why did you do it, my friend?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I worship you....” + </p> + <p> + “Well, perhaps I understand you, crooked soul. But what will you do now?” + </p> + <p> + “We shall see. What will you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to France to live as a private person”. + </p> + <p> + “Tut, you remain as simple as a child: the earth's not large enough to + contain you, you couldn't now remain a private person for three weeks. + Come, I have discrowned you: I will give you another crown, though I shall + never see you wear it. Why not go to your own people?” + </p> + <p> + “Which people?” + </p> + <p> + “The Jews”. + </p> + <p> + “Don't talk that same madness”. + </p> + <p> + “My time with you is short, Raphael Spinoza”—O'Hara glanced at his + watch—“in five minutes we part, never, I do assure you, to meet + again. Listen, then, to me: you are a Jew. I knew your mother—the + most intellectual woman, I suppose, who ever drew breath, the only one + whom I have loved; and I should have known you merely from your + resemblance to her at my first glance at you in Colmoor, though I had more + precise data: the three moles, the bloodshot eye, for didn't I baptize + you? haven't I rocked you in my arms? You know St. Hilda on the hill over + Westring, which you found me examining that morning after our escape from + the prison? I was priest there, three years, and twice I have confessed + her—ah! and remember it! for when your foster-father wanted her to + turn Methodist, she wouldn't stand that, and since she must needs be a <i>meshumad</i> + (apostate), became a Catholic. Well, now, I once saw at Thring, and once + in the <i>Boodah</i>, an old goat-hair trunk of yours: what is become of + it?” + </p> + <p> + “I have it—” Hogarth was shivering, his eyes wide, and in his memory + a strange singsong crooning of <i>t'hillim</i>, heard ages before in some + other world over a cradle. + </p> + <p> + “Did you know that that trunk has a false bottom?” asked O'Hara. + </p> + <p> + “Yes”. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you knew...And have you never seen a bundle of papers under it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—I assumed them to be old farm-accounts....” + </p> + <p> + “They are all the proofs you need concerning your birth; it is <i>my</i> + trunk by the way—Ah, I must go!” + </p> + <p> + At the door he fastened upon Hogarth a last reluctant gaze to say + good-bye, but Hogarth, staring wildly afar, did not turn his eyes, and + O'Hara, with a sigh, was gone. + </p> + <p> + He drove to Adair Street, and, as he passed by a mews, Frankl, waiting + there with two detectives, saw him by a street-light, but made no remark. + </p> + <p> + When O'Hara entered the house, he looked about for Harris, but Harris had + gone to the lodging of a woman in James Street near, to arrange a + hiding-place for the bag, passing out through the Market Street house; and + O'Hara, opening the two locked doors, entered the safe-room, where he + stood waiting, his forehead low, resting on the steel top; and now a sob + throbbed through his frame, and his lips let out “...<i>so lovely...so + great</i>....” + </p> + <p> + Count a minute's stillness: and now the man's soul and being foundered in + a storm of sorrow, and half-words borne on shivering puffs of breath, and + choking groans, broke the stillness: “My Liege! Richard! my King!” + </p> + <p> + This died to silence; and now he roamed the room with furious steps, and + lowering brow, and an out-pushed under-lip, until, deciding, he drew from + his pocket a penknife, opened it, leant now one elbow on the safe-top, + blade in hand, considered, considered, hesitating, then with lifted chin + and the thinnest whimpering like a puppy, pretty pitiful, cut from under + his left ear to the chin. + </p> + <p> + Certainly a hurt so shallow could never have killed, for the hand had been + cherishingly restrained, and the thing was no sooner done than the priest, + seeing that he did not die, ran horror-eyed, streaming with blood, + shouting a hoarse whisper: “Help! help! help!” + </p> + <p> + But at that cry he sighed, fell back, and effectually died, his heart + pierced by the knife of Harris. + </p> + <p> + And some moments later the face of Frankl, who bore a candle, looked in at + the door. + </p> + <p> + “Is that all right, Alfie?”—in the weakest whisper. + </p> + <p> + “Come on in, and don't ask any questions”, said Harris. + </p> + <p> + Frankl entered, peered upon the dead visage of the priest; then, the + detectives being now behind the parlour-door below, with handcuffs, rose + to run to summon them: but, to his horror, Harris was now before the door; + he saw in the candlelight those eyes of Alfie fixed upon him: and he knew: + before the least threat or movement by Harris, the Jew sent to Heaven a + piercing shriek, his hour come.... + </p> + <p> + “...dirty-livered Jew...” striking in the breast, and, as Frankl fell, he + gave him one other in the temple, with “Down, down to hell, and sye <i>I</i> + sent thee thither”; and to dead O'Hara near he gave one in the cheek, with + “Go up, thou bald-head, it <i>is</i>”: all in two seconds' space; and he + was now about to turn anew to hack at Frankl, when his keen ear heard a + creak; and he sprang up a spinning motionlessness—the Reality before + him. + </p> + <p> + And instantly on the realization of that fact, he was submissive, + reverent, as before the very Helmet of Pallas, goddess of Blue; and said + he with sullen dejection, reverent of the Helmet, but easy with the man: + “All right: you've beat me...I suppose it's that Regent-stabbing affair + brought you: it was I did it all right”. + </p> + <p> + When they went down, almost from the door a crowd gathered, pressing + close, Harris' hands and front all red from O'Hara's throat; and when one + policeman, big with the fact, whispered a gentleman: “You may have heard, + sir, that the Regent was stabbed to-day—it's been kept precious + dark, but the fact's so: this is the beauty as done it”, like loosened + effluvia that news flew—but distorted, largened—the stains + were Regent's blood!—and beyond measure had the crowd spread ere it + reached the Edgware Road. + </p> + <p> + There at the corner, as the officers looked about for a cab, and one blew + a whistle, a man reached out and fiercely struck Harris on the face, while + another shouted: “Lynch the beggar!”; and now arose a hustling, huddled + impulses, and now in full vogue that grave noising of congregations when + the voice of God jogs them; while Harris, excessively pallid, handcuffed, + began to whistle; a number of other police now seeking the crowd's centre, + but with difficulty; a cab, too, slowly making a way which closed like + water round it: and when this had nearly reached him, Harris, in his + eagerness to get in, sprang far toward it—and slipped. He never rose + again: the crowd rolled over his last howl, and in the midst of a great + row as of hounds, trampled him to a paste. + </p> + <p> + About that very time that better man whom he had stabbed, in tying up in + bed a bundle of old papers, was saying: “Yes, I will go to my people”.... + </p> + <p> + And by six A.M. he was up, in his study, dressed, looking quite owlish + with his excess of eyes, which, however, danced at the first news of the + morning—the arrival at Portsmouth of the <i>Boodah II</i>., which + had raced like a carrier-bird since 8.30 P.M. of the 29th, full of the + news of the vanished <i>Mahomet</i>: on her being 200 marines. + </p> + <p> + After that he spoke through the telephone with various Government-offices, + early astir that morning, till the Private Secretary looked in with the + announcement that his train would be ready in ten minutes. + </p> + <p> + His last act in the Palace was the sending to the Treasurer at Jerusalem, + for Miss Frankl, the telegram: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Be surprised, but believe: I am a Jew.” + “RICHARD”. +</pre> + <p> + Of the Household some fifty, catching wind of what was toward, offered, + even begged, to go with him; but in general he refused, and set out with a + suite of only seven. + </p> + <p> + They reached Hastings at twenty minutes to ten, where, to the disgust of + all, the region of Central Station was found crowded; whereupon Sir + Francis Yeames held a consultation with a local rector, and a dash was + made to a private hotel near the pier. + </p> + <p> + There, looking from behind window curtains at eleven, Hogarth saw before a + paper-shop: + </p> + <p> + FLIGHT OF THE REGENT + </p> + <p> + A minute afterwards he started backward from the splintered window. + </p> + <p> + Everything was known: + </p> + <p> + LIFE-HISTORY OF THE CONVICT HOGARTH MARVELLOUS DETAILS + </p> + <p> + The street, to its two vanishing-points, was one scene of hats, mixed with + upturned faces: and it was an aggressive crowd that gave out a sound. + </p> + <p> + Not till noon did the <i>Boodah II.</i> arrive; and then there was no + setting out—all the front windows of the house now broken, and in + the town a row like the feeding-time of lions, which uttered “coward”, + “murderer”, “convict”, “traitor”. Hogarth had been put to bed, the two + ladies were in a state of scare, Margaret anon crying on Loveday's + shoulder, declaring that “<i>He</i>” (meaning Frankl) was in the crowd, + and coming, coming, boring his way: she had seen him. + </p> + <p> + At last, near four P.M., a portion of the yard-wall at the back was broken + down by the party, Hogarth was raised and dressed, and through the breach + the party passed into another back-yard, then made beachward, Hogarth + leaning on the arm of Sir Martin Phipps; but they had no sooner come to + the Esplanade than they were surrounded, and when, on their attaining the + pier, the pier-turnstile was closed against the mob, it was impossible to + conceive whence so many missiles came. Once Hogarth stopped, faced round, + looked at them, but now a pebble bruised his left temple, and he dropped, + fainting. + </p> + <p> + Caught up by Sir Martin, Loveday, Sir Francis Yeames, and Colonel Lord + Hallett of the body-guard, he was hurried, a hanging concave with + abandoned head, to the long-waiting boat, and it was in a scurry of + escape, out of stroke, that the oarsmen rowed away. + </p> + <p> + Yonder lay the yacht with her fires banked, and was soon under weigh. + </p> + <p> + She had started, when a harbour-master's motor-boat was observed giving + chase, in her an officer from Scotland Yard who bore a bag, found by means + of the key in Frankl's pocket in the Adair Street safe; on its clasp the + name “Mahomet”, and it contained £850,000: so that the yacht went wealthy + on her way. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0051" id="link2H_4_0051"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + LI. — THE MODEL + </h2> + <p> + The voyage to Palestine was marked by two events: one the stoppage at + Tarifa, where the five hundred from the <i>Mahomet</i> were, these, when + taken on board the <i>Boodah II.</i>, making an armed force of 700; and + then, toward sunset of the fifth day, a steamer exchanged signals with the + <i>Boodah II.</i>, enquired after the whereabouts of the Lord of the Sea, + received the reply “on board”, and when she stopped it turned out that she + had on board a Jewish Petition urging upon Spinoza to come and throw in + his lot with them. And here again was that name of Rebekah, spelled now + Ribkah. + </p> + <p> + For the news of his fall—the fact that he was a Jew—had + created a mighty stirring in Israel, of wonder, of the pride of race. + </p> + <p> + By the seventh day the yacht was off the Palestine coast, and Joppa, + seated on her cliffs, appeared over a foaming roadstead. But when a + landing was effected, they were to hear that there had been a collision on + the Jerusalem-Joppa railway, the line blocked, travel suspended; so, as + the filthy town was congested, the Royal party took refuge in a great + restaurant-tent, set up by a Polish Jew in gaberdine and fur cap, who + vociferated invitation at the door. All was mud, beggary, narrowness, + chaos, picturesque woe. Yet work had commenced: between the upper and the + nether millstone a woman ground corn at a doorway; the camel passed + loaded; the dragoman went with quicker step. In the afternoon Spinoza, + wandering beyond the outskirts of the town, saw in an orange-grove, + sitting before a roofless hut, six diligent two-handed Jews exhaustively + drawing the cord of the cobbler; further still, and saw what could only + have been a Petticoat-Lane Jew ploughing with a little cow and a camel: + and he smiled, thanking God, and taking courage—had always loved + this land. + </p> + <p> + The next morning he procured a number of clumsy waggons, with horses, + asses, camels, and provisions; and his caravan set out, to travel all day + over a plain, a “goodly land,” the almond-tree in blossom, orange and + olive, everywhere lilies, the scarlet anemone, he considering himself so + familiar with the way, that he was their only guide, though the morning + was misty; and through the plain of Sharon they wended over the worst + roads in existence, until, passing into a country of rocks, they made out + afar the mountains of Judæa, whose patches of white stone look like snow + in sunshine, on the roads streams of wayfarers, tending all eastward to + Jerusalem, lines of camels and waggons, pedestrians with wine-skins, + mother and sucking child on the solitary ass, and the Bedouin troop; but + Spinoza was all solitary among fastnesses on the third forenoon when he + muttered nervously: “I must certainly have lost the way”. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon he called halt, and the caravan turned back to re-find the road, + Spinoza prying on camel-back foremost, clad now in the caftan and white + robes of the Orient. + </p> + <p> + But all day the caravan wandered out of the track in a white sea of mist: + no farmstead, nor cot, but the wild vine, and the wild fig, and twice a + telegraph-tree, still with its bark on, and the abandoned hold of a + bandit-sheik. Finally, near six P.M., Spinoza, finding himself in a + valley-bottom, sent out the order to pitch camp: upon which the tents were + fixed near a brook, waggons grouped around, and animals picketed to grass. + Spinoza, the two ladies, and Loveday, then ate together at the door of one + tent; after which he rose and strolled away, thinking how best to handle + this crab of Israel. + </p> + <p> + He noticed that the mist was lifting a little; and suddenly, as he + strolled, he stood still, listening: for remote tones of singing or + mourning seemed to meet his ear—from the west: and in some moments + more he saw the Mount of Olives—to the west, not, as he believed + that it must be, to the east, he having, in fact, in losing his way from + the coast, passed by Jerusalem to the north; and on the other side of the + Mount of Olives, from its foot to the Brook Kedron, spread at that moment + over the Valley of Jehosophat an innumerable multitude, covered in + praying-shawls, many prostrate, many with the keen and stressful face of + supplication lifted in appeal to God, that He would visit His people, and + turn again in this latter day to His lost and helpless flock. Every child + of Israel who could contrive it, at whatever cost, was there, since it was + the prophesied day of—“the Coming”. + </p> + <p> + But a bold woman, summoning her fainting strength, bracing her trembling + knee, stepped a little up the hillside to fling high her hand as a sign—Rebecca + Frankl, celebrated now through Israel as the elect of the sibyl Estrella; + and at that signal the congregation, gazing keenly into heaven, lifted up + their voice in meek song, singing the sibyl's “Hymn to the Messiah”: + </p> + <p> + “The oceans trudge and tire their soul, desiring Thee; and night-winds + homeless roam with dole, reproaching Thee; the clouds aspire, and find no + goal, and gush for Thee, reproaching Thee.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou scrawled'st 'I mean' in rocks and men, in trends and streams; the + prophets raved, to sages' ken Thou shewed'st dreams; Thou shrouded'st dark + the How and When in starry schemes, and trends and streams.” + </p> + <p> + “The jungles blare, the glebe-lands low and bleat for Thee; the + generations rage and go, agaze for Thee; creation travaileth in woe, with + groans for Thee, agaze for Thee.” + </p> + <p> + “Adonai, come! with crashing rote of chariots come; or moonlight-mild, + alone, afloat, Messussah, come; with floods of lutes, or thundering + throat, but come! O, come! Messussah come.” + </p> + <p> + “The Arctics hawk-up their haunted heart, and raucous, spue; and + north-winds, wawling calls, outstart, to droop anew; the clouds like + scouts updart, depart, and truceless do, and droop anew.” + </p> + <p> + “How long! They breeds have waited fain what sibyls ween; Thou + scribbled'st in their secret brain 'I scheme; I mean'; the constellations + stray and strain: Break out! be seen what sibyls ween”. + </p> + <p> + “The pampas stamp and, nomad, low, reposeless, lone; raging the + generations trow, and drudge, and drown; a anguished glance this latter + woe throws to Thy Throne, reposeless, lone”... + </p> + <p> + Before them, above them, as they sang stood—a man. + </p> + <p> + Hard by a wall of that Moslem mosque, once a chapel which marked the + supposed spot of “the Ascension”, he stood, in an attitude of suspense, + astonishment, his body half-twisted—Spinoza. + </p> + <p> + An instant, and he was aware of Jerusalem lying “as a city that is + compact” before him—not to the east—to the west! Yet another + instant, and he realized that the whole tract of humanity—man, + woman, child—was on its face before him. + </p> + <p> + A faintness overcame him, shame, dismay; then, his blood now rushing to + his brow, his mouth sent out the passionate shout: + </p> + <p> + “Not to <i>me!</i> Not to <i>me! I am the Lord of the Sea....!</i>” + </p> + <p> + But when the people heard this, saw him, knew him, they remained in + adoration.... + </p> + <p> + By a special ship they had sent him a petition to come; here he was weeks + sooner than ship or airship could have conveyed him: and they took him as + the answer to their supplication, the answer which Heaven willed, in the + sure and certain faith that he would cure their ache, and the ache of the + world. + </p> + <p> + An acclamation like the voice of many waters arose and rolled below him, + and on the bosom of that tumult he moved among them into the Holy City, as + darkness covered all. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * * * * * * * +</pre> + <p> + He took the title of Shophet, or Judge, and for sixty years ruled over + Israel. + </p> + <p> + It has been said that the initial “pull” over other nations possessed by + Israel (in respect of the sea-forts remaining in the Gulf of Aden, Yellow + Sea, Western Pacific) was the cause of his rise as of some thrice-ardent + Star of the Morning and asterisk dancing in the dawn's dark: for the other + nations, timorous of one another, made never an attempt to build; but, for + our share, we insist that anyway Judæa was bound to become what she became—indeed, + sea-rent after the Regency collapse was decreased at the three forts, and + suddenly in the twelfth year of his judgeship Spinoza ordered its + stoppage. + </p> + <p> + By which period the University of Jerusalem had become the chief + nerve-centre of the world's research and upward effort: for in creating a + “civilized State”—“proud and happy”—Spinoza did it with that + spinning rapidity of the modernization of Japan, so that in whatever + respects it was not a question of months, it was a question of not many + years. + </p> + <p> + For, as in the soul of the Jewish people abode as before that genius for + righteousness which wrote the Bible, and as the soul of righteousness lies + even in this; Thou shalt not steal, therefore Israel with some little pain + attained to this: whereupon with startling emphasis was brought to pass + that statement: “Righteousness exalteth a nation”. + </p> + <p> + For the promise says: “I will put a new spirit within them”; and this—very + rapidly—found fulfilment. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon others fast, faster, found fulfilment, so that a stale and + bitter word was in Pall Mall, saying: “The lot of them seem to have formed + themselves into a syndicate to run the prophecies”. + </p> + <p> + Again the promise has it: “I shall be with them”; and again: “They shall + be a cleansed nation”; and again: “They shall fear Him”. + </p> + <p> + The transformation was rapid for the reason that it was natural, seeing + that it had been Europe only that, like a Circe, had bewitched them into + beastial shapes, “sharks”, and “bulls”, and “bears”, mediæval Jews, for + example, having been debarred from every pursuit save commerce: so that + Shylock was obliged to turn into a Venetian; and, in ceasing to be a + Hebrew, became more Venetian than the Venetians, for the reason that he + had more brains, ready to beat them at any game they cared to mention; but + the genuine self of Shylock was a vine-dresser or sandal-maker, as Hillel + was a wood-chopper, David a shepherd, Amos a fig-gatherer, Saul an + ass-driver, Rabbi Ben Zakkai a sail-maker, Paul a tent-maker: so that the + return to simplicity and honesty was quickly accomplished. + </p> + <p> + And now, that done, behold a wonder: at the whirling of a wand the swine + of Circe converted back to biped man; whereupon without fail whatsoever he + does it shall astonishingly prosper: that succession of wits, seers, + savants, Heines, Einsteins, inspired mouths, pens of iridium, brushes from + the archangel's plumage, discoveries, new Americas, elations, sensations—in + therapeutics—in aero-nautics-beyond-the-atmosphere—in the + powers involved in sub-atoms—in the powers, latent till now, + involved in soul...for now each of millions was free to think, free to + manifest his own particular luck and knack in discovery, having a country, + foothold, not hovering like Noah's dove, urging still the purposeless wing + not to pitch into nowhere: for the promise says: “Ye shall not sow and + another reap, ye shall not plant and another garner”, but in a land of + gentlemen ye shall live, as it were to swellings of music, while a noble + height grows upon your smooth foreheads, and the sum-total of the blending + movements of your bodies and brains shall, as seen from heaven, appear the + minuet of a people. + </p> + <p> + Within forty years mighty works had been done: forts, irrigation of + deserts, reclamation of the Dead Sea, passionate temples clapped to the + lower clouds about the perpetual lamp, and that baroque Art of the Orient + which at the Judges progresses in Summer through the country would draw + multitudes of foreigners to gape at so great pomp, at Corinthian cities + full of grace and riches which had arisen to crown with many crowns that + plain of Mesopotamia, and where desolate Tyre had mourned her purples, and + old Tadmor in the Wilderness (Palmyra) had sat in dirt; to gape, too, at a + Jerusalem which in twenty years had crossed the Valley of Jehosophat, and + might really then be called “the Golden”, a purged Babylon, a London burnt + to ashes and rebuilt somewhere else: for the Shophet proved true Duke and + Leader, born mountaineer, climbing from pinnacle to wild pinnacle, becking + his people after him with many a meaningful gesture skyward and suggesting + smile; and Israel followed his thrilling way, hearing always the Excelsior + of his calling as it were the voice direct of Heaven. What no merits of + his could give, the land which he had chosen gave, Mesopotamia pretty soon + proving herself a treasury of mineral riches: here is bdellium and the + onyx-stone; and where the streaming Pison, dawdling, draws his twine of + waters over that happy valley of Havilah, there is gold—hoard stored + from before the Eozoic, as misers bury for their heirs, in mine and + friable quarry, rollick rain: “and the gold of <i>that</i> land is good”. + </p> + <p> + Here was not merely progress, but progress at increasing speed—acceleration—finally + resembling flight, as of eagle or phoenix, eye fixed on the sun: Tyre by + the fiftieth year having grown into the biggest of ports, her quays + unloading 6,700,000 tons a year, mart of tangled masts, felucca, galiot, + junk, cargoes of Tarshish and the Isles, Levantine stuffs, spice from the + Southern Sea; while Jerusalem had grown into the recognized school of the + wealthier youth of Europe, Asia and America. + </p> + <p> + For it says: “The Kings of the earth shall bring their honour and glory + unto her”; and again: “She shall reign gloriously”. + </p> + <p> + And not Israel alone reaped the fruits of his own fine weather, but his + dews fell wide. For it says: “They shall be as dew from the Lord”; and + again: “They shall fill the face of the earth with fruit”; and again: “All + nations shall call them blessed”. + </p> + <p> + And so it was: for the example of Israel, his suasive charm, proved + compelling as sunshine to shoots, so that that heart of Spinoza lived to + see the spectacle of a whole world deserting the gory path of Rome to go + up into those uplands of mildness and gleefulness whither invites the + smile of that lily Galilean. + </p> + <p> + The mission of “unbelieving” Israel was to convert Christendom to + Christianity: and this he did. + </p> + <p> + We watch the Judge coming down the Mount of Olives in the midst of a + jubilant throng all involved in a noise of timbrels and instruments of + music: for his life was simple and one with the life of his people. It is + evening, all the west yonder a bewitched Kingdom charm-embathed, wherein a + barge of Venus bethronged with loves and roses voyages on a sea of + dalliance en route for the last Beatific—the last, the seventh, + Heaven—whitherward gads all a pilgrim-swarm of enraptured spirits, + all, all thitherward, Paul caught up with clothes aflaunt, and soaring + eagle, Enoch transfigured, green hippogriff, hop of squatted frog; and + thitherward trots with blinkings, bleating, the Ram of the Golden Fleece, + the flagrant flamingos flap and go. + </p> + <p> + The Judge, hoary-headed now, in a robe of cloth-of-silver which rippled, + had but now got home from a Pilgrimage; and the time was Simcath Torah, + the Rejoicing of the Law, and the carrying of Candles, in the month. + Tishri: silver his robe and silver his hair that hung round a brown and + puckered skin, but silvery, too, his every tooth still, and his vigour + good; and, as down the Mount of Olives he stepped, he saw Mount Sion and + that Temple that he had piled, across whose roughened frontispiece of gold + glowed in a bow, bold like the rainbow's, in characters of blazing + sapphire and chrysoprase, that inscription: + </p> + <p> + “Y'HOVAH B'KOKMAR YSAD ARETS, CONEN SHAMAIM B'THBUNAH” + </p> + <p> + and, as he saw it, lo, buoyancy caught the old man's feet: for the + cymballing and music had grown very fiercely hot, so that all the + congregation reeled in dance; and as the lasso drops round the astonished + prairie-horse and draws asprawl, so dancing caught and drew his foot, and + he danced. + </p> + <p> + And his wife Rebecca, mother of many sons, prying from a window-lattice, + writhed odd the eyebrows of the cynic, one beyond the other: for not with + foot alone he danced, but his wrung belly laboured in that travail of + Orient dancing; and she turned and smiled to Margaret Loveday a + turned-down smile, implying shrug, implying girding, her eyelids lowered, + yet indulgent of his nature's rage. + </p> + <p> + And not with foot and abdomen alone he danced, but his two balancing palms + danced to the beat of the heat of the music's heart; and with heel and toe + he danced. And as he danced, he sang, all apant, filling up with + nonsense-sounds when the rhythm's imperative tramp outran his + improvisation; and singing he danced, and dancing sang: with abdomen and + arms he danced, and with toe and heel he danced. + </p> + <p> + And dancing he sang: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + My hands, + be dancing to God, + your Guide, + And peal my pipes, + and riot my feet, + and writhe to His Heat, + my tripes. + So fair! + With Rum-te-te-Tum + te Tum, + And Rum and Tum, + and Rum-te-te-Tum, + and Rum-te-te-Tum, + te Tum. + So fair! + This freehold for seraphs free! + That flame! those skies! + and Blest is Her Name, + and blest are my eyes, + that see. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I'll dance, + I'll dance like a ram, + for fun, + I'll smack the sun, + I'll dance at the breeze + I'll dance till I breed + a son. + For Thou! + Thou bringest Thine ends + to pass: + This hump so high, + this lump and her sigh, + Thou lead'st through the Nee- + dle's Eye. + 'Tis well + the saurians sprawled, + and roared! + 'Tis well Thou art! + and well that Thou wast, + and well when at last + they soared! + And well, + O well that Thou art + to be + When seraph hearts + will laugh by this brook, + and break for the love + of Thee. + Thy years + shall still by increase + te Tum, + And dance and dance, + With Rum-te-te-Tum.... +</pre> + <p> + so, singing, he danced, and, dancing, sang; and their sounds grew faint; + and they entered into the City of Glory, and their sounds failed.... + </p> + <p> + They took him for the Sent of Heaven, nor did the results of his glorious + reign gainsay such a notion: the good Loveday, indeed, had the agreeable + fancy that our greatest are really One, who eternally runs the circle of + incarnation after incarnation from hoary old ages till now—the + Ancient of Days, his hair white like wool, quietly turning up anew when + the time yearns, and men are near to yield to the enemy: Proteus his name, + and ever the shape he takes is strange, unexpected, yet ever sharing the + same three traits of vision, rage and generousness—the Slayer of the + Giant—Arthur come back—the Messenger of the Covenant—the + genius of our species—Jesus the Oft-Born. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Lord of the Sea, by M. 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