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 —a memory so strong that it would recall everything else in spite of his discontent."

The little man had lost in a moment his glib assurance, his knowingness about the pathways of the soul.

"Well, I 'm willing to learn."

"Remind him of the boy," said Margaret.

The doctor ceased suddenly to balance on the balls of his feet.

"What boy?"

"They had a boy."

He looked at Kitty.

"You told me nothing of this!"

"I didn't think it mattered," she answered, and shivered and looked cold, as she always did at the memory of her unique contact with death. "He died five years ago."

He dropped his head back, stared at the cornice, and said with the soft malignity of a clever person dealing with the slow-witted.


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Thereon with furious onslaught the strangers were attack’d.

And Dankwart, Hagen’s brother, a man right swift to act,

Sprang from his lords, the foemen before the door to rout;—

It seem’d that he must perish, but safely gat he out.

The deadly struggle lasted till stay’d it was by night.

As well became good heroes, the guests maintain’d the fight

Against the men of Etzel one whole long summer day.

And ah, what gallant warriors about them dying lay!

’Twas at the summer solstice this slaughter great befell,

Whereby the Dame Kriemhilda avenged her heart-ache well

Upon her nearest kinsfolk and many another wight.

From that time royal Etzel knew nevermore delight.

The day for them was ended in great anxiety.

It seem’d to them ’twere better a speedy death to die,

Than linger there, awaiting some dread, unheard-of pain.

Therefore the haughty warriors to beg a truce were fain.

The king, by word, besought they to come unto them there.

These heroes, blood-bespatter’d and soil’d with armour-wear,

From out the palace follow’d the noble kings all three;

They knew not to what hearer to plead their misery.

Both Etzel and Kriemhilda came thither them before.

The land was their possession: their host grew more and more.

The king spake to the strangers: “Say, what will ye of me?

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160Rh American public opinion believes in commerce and industry, Protestant morality, athletics, hygiene, and hypocrisy, which may be taken as the main ingredients of American and English Kultur. Every American I met in the Far East, with one exception, was a missionary for American Kultur, whether nominally connected with Christian Missions or not. I ought to explain that when I speak of hypocrisy I do not mean the conscious hypocrisy practised by Japanese diplomats in their dealings with Western Powers, but that deeper, unconscious kind which forms the chief strength of the Anglo-Saxons. Everybody knows Labouchere's comment on Mr. Gladstone, that like other politicians he always had a card up his sleeve, but, unlike the others, he thought the Lord had put it there. This attitude, which has been characteristic of England, has been somewhat chastened among ourselves by the satire of men like Bernard Shaw; but in America it is still just as prevalent and self-confident as it was with us fifty years ago. There is much justification for such an attitude. Gladstonian England was more of a moral force than the England of the present day; and America is more of a moral force at this moment than any other Power (except Russia). But the development from Gladstone's moral fervour to the cynical imperialism of his successors is one which we can now see to be inevitable; and a similar development is bound to take place in the United States. Therefore, when we wish to estimate the desirability of extending the influence of the United States, we have to take account of this almost certain future loss of idealism.

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161Rh tolerance, with the practice of live-and-let-live, which alone can make the world endurable for its less pugnacious and energetic inhabitants. It is difficult for art or the contemplative outlook to exist in an atmosphere of bustling practical philanthropy, as difficult as it would be to write a book in the middle of a spring cleaning. The ideals which inspire a spring-cleaning are useful and valuable in their place, but when they are not enriched by any others they are apt to produce a rather bleak and uncomfortable sort of world.

All this may seem, at first sight, somewhat remote from the Washington Conference, but it is essential if we are to take a just view of the friction between America and Japan. I wish to admit at once that, hitherto, America has been the best friend of China, and Japan the worst enemy. It is also true that America is doing more than any other Power to promote peace in the world, while Japan would probably favour war if there were a good prospect of victory. On these grounds, I am glad to see our Government making friends with America and abandoning the militaristic Anglo-Japanese Alliance. But I do not wish this to be done in a spirit of hostility to Japan, or in a blind reliance upon the future good intentions of America. I shall therefore try to state Japan's case, although, for the present, I think it weaker than America's.

It should be observed, in the first place, that the present American policy, both in regard to China and in regard to naval armaments, while clearly good for the world, is quite as clearly in line with American interests. To take the naval question first: America, with a navy equal to our own, will be quite strong enough to make our Admiralty understand that it


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XXXVI.]

“After such insult grievous as ye on me have cast,

(Nor shall ye profit by it if life for me should last)

My child, that ye have slain me, and many of my kin.

Peace and atonement, surely, ye cannot hope to win!”

Whereto made answer Gunther: “By dire need we were led.

My people all were lying before thy heroes dead

Within the hostel yonder: what pretext did I lend?

To thee in good faith came I, I thought thou wert my friend.”

Then Giselher, the youngest of the Burgundian three:

“Ye chiefs,” cried he, “of Etzel, who living yet may be,

How have I wrong’d ye, warriors? In what am I to blame?

Unto this country riding in kindly mood I came.”

They answer’d: “Every city throughout the land with woe

Is fill’d through this thy kindness. Ay, glad were we, I trow,

If thou hadst ne’er come hither from Worms beyond the Rhine.

The country thou hast orphan’d, with brothers twain of thine.”

Thereon, in wrathful humour, Gunther the warrior spake;

“If of this bitter hatred an ending ye would make

With us, unhappy strangers, ’twere better for us both!

’Tis for no fault on our part what Etzel to us doth.”

Then to the guests the host said: “Your troubles and my own

Are nowise to be liken’d. The burden on me thrown

Of shame and loss together which I have had to bear;—

For this not one among you hence with his life shall fare.”


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Thereon the stalwart Gernot made answer to the king:

“So then may God incline you to do a friendly thing!

An ye must slay us strangers, then let us come to you

From here unto the open. Thus honour bids you do.

“Whate’er to us may happen, be it done out of hand!

So many whole men have ye who us will dare withstand,

That none of us, strife-weary, alive they’ll let away.

For how long are we warriors in this distress to stay?”

The warriors of Etzel would have agreed thereto

That they outside the palace be granted leave to go.

But when Kriemhilda heard it, sorely aggrieved was she.

Then for the outcast strangers no hope of peace could be.

“Nay, nay, ye Hunnish warriors, the thing ye have in thought,—

In good faith I advise ye— see that ye do it not.

These murder-wreaking fellows let not without the hall,

Else shall right deadly sorrows upon your kinsmen fall.

“Though not another living save Uté’s sons there were—

These same, my noble brothers— and they but to the air

Came out to cool their hauberks, your hope were all forlorn;—

More valiant warriors never into this world were born.”

Then Giselher, the youngest, said: “Fairest sister mine,

Right ill I did to trust you, when from beyond the Rhine

Unto this land thou bad’st me into this direful strait.

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“To thee I e’er was faithful, I never did thee hurt.

And on the understanding I hither rode to court

That thou, most noble sister, wert well-disposed to me,

Be merciful towards us: not elsewise can it be!”

“I cannot show you mercy; unmerciful am I.

For me hath Tronian Hagen wrought so much misery

It may not be atoned for as long as I have life.

Ye all must pay the forfeit;” so answer’d Etzel’s wife.

“Yet will ye Hagen only to me as hostage give,

I will not say for certain I may not let you live,—

Seeing ye are my brothers and of one mother bred;—

Then with these chiefs assembled I may of pardon rede.”

“Now God in Heaven forefend it!” Gernot in answer said:

“Were there a thousand of us, we sooner all were dead—

Though of thy kith and kindred— ere we gave up to thee

A single man as hostage: nay, that can never be.”

“Then are we doom’d to perish!” made answer Giselher;

“Yet no one shall deprive us of any knightly gear.

Here, as before, abide we, would any us assail,

For ne’er to any comrade did I in fealty fail.”

Then spake the gallant Dankwart (by him ’twas meetly done):

“In sooth my brother Hagen standeth not yet alone!

They who a truce deny us may yet have cause to rue;

Of that we’ll make you certain,— take ye my word as true!”


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The queen spake to her warriors: “Ye men of courage high,

Go closer to the stairway, avenge mine injury!

Then will I be your debtor, as I by all means should.

I would requite on Hagen his overweening mood.

“Let no man leave the palace, I charge ye above all;

I will, at the four corners, have fire set to the hall:

So all the wrongs I’ve suffer’d right well avenged shall be.”

The warriors of Etzel were ready speedily.

Those that without were standing they drave the hall within

By smiting and by shooting; and fearful was the din.

Yet never would the princes their faithful men forsake;

Their fealty to each other could neither of them break.

Then Etzel’s wife gave bidding to set alight the hall.

And so with fire were tortured those warriors’ bodies all.

Caught by the wind, the palace was presently aflame;

I ween that people never to such dire anguish came.

“Oh, woe upon this horror!” cried many a one inside:

“For us it had been better had we in battle died.

May God have pity on us! lost evermore are we!

On us the queen her anger now wreaks infernally.”

Quoth one within the palace: “Needs must we all lie dead!

What profits us the greeting that from the king we had?

The burning heat so sorely with thirst doth torture me,

I trow that in this torment my life will quickly flee.”


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 a good fellow; and although he nabbed me once, never mind, I owe him no ill-will for it."

"I know that, my regular," said I; "besides, why should you be angry with me? is it my fault if you do a bit of moonlight?"

"Moonlight! Ah!" replied Court, with the accent of a man who felt himself all at once relieved of the weight of a mountain; "moonlight, oh, M. Jules, if it were so, you know very well I should make no secret of it with you; however, you are welcome to look about you, and see what is to be seen."

Whilst he was every moment becoming more tranquil as to the nature of my visit, I proceeded to turn over everything in the apartment, in which I found a pair of pistols ready loaded and primed; some knives; clothes, which appeared to have been recently washed; with several other articles, all of which I seized.

There now only remained to put the finishing stroke to my expedition, by arresting both husband and wife; for, to have allowed either of them to remain at large, would have ensured the destruction of my plan for entrapping Raoul, who would have learned from them sufficient to defeat my schemes. I therefore conducted them both to the station in the Place Cadet. Court, whom I had pinioned, relapsed all of a sudden into his original terror, and became gloomy and pensive. The precautions taken by me rendered him uneasy, and his wife appeared to participate in his terrible reflections. Their consternation was complete, when, upon our arrival at the guard-house, they heard me give orders that they should be kept apart and carefully watched. I directed that they should be plentifully supplied with food; but they were neither hungry nor thirsty.

Whenever Court was questioned on the subject, a mournful shake of the head was the only answer returned; and eighteen hours elapsed without his opening his lips. His eye was fixed and heavy, and his whole countenance rigid and immovable. This impassability convinced me but too well that he was guilty. Under


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 similar circumstances I have almost always observed the two extremes, a profound silence, or an extreme volubility.

Court and his wife being in a place of safety, my next business was to seize Raoul. I immediately repaired to his cabaret; he was not at home. The waiter left in charge of the house told me that he had slept at Paris, where he possessed a small country seat; but that being Sunday, he would be sure to return home quite early.

This absence of Raoul was a mischance I had not calculated upon, and I trembled, least on his way home the whim might have seized him of calling upon his friend Court. In that case he would of course have learned his arrest; and the knowledge of that might put him too much on his guard to enable me to lay hold of him. I feared likewise that he might have had a view of our expedition from the Rue Coquenard; and my apprehensions were redoubled when the waiter told me that his master's country house was in the FauxbourgFaubourg [sic] Montmartre. He had never been at it, and could not point out the road to me, but he believed it was in the close vicinity of the Place Cadet. Every additional particular I derived from him redoubled my fears, and led me to attribute the unusual absence of Raoul from his business to his having got scent of my intentions towards him.

At nine o'clock he had not returned; and the waiter, whom I questioned as closely as I could do, without allowing him to see into my designs, appeared all wonder and uneasiness that his master should thus delay his return upon so busy a day as Sunday invariably was with them. Even the servant, who was busied in preparing the breakfast I had ordered for myself and my agents, expressed her surprise at her master, and still more her mistress, being so much less exact to their usual hour for appearing than she had ever known them. "If I only knew where to send to," said the poor woman, "I would certainly inquire whether any accident can have befallen them." Al-


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 though fully persuaded that her fears were without foundation, I felt as much at a loss as the whole household to guess the true reason of his non-appearance. Twelve o'clock struck, still no tidings had reached us, and I began really to believe that the train had blown up, when the waiter, who had for the last half hour been posted sentry before the door, came running towards me, crying out, "Here he is, here he comes!"

"Who wants me?" asked Raoul as he entered. But scarcely had his foot crossed the threshold, than, recognising me, he exclaimed, "Bless me, M. Jules! why, what brings you in our neighbourhood this morning?" He had evidently not the slightest suspicion that it was on his account I had come, and I endeavoured to lead him still further from guessing the true nature of my visit. "So, friend!" said I, "so you are a liberal, are you?"

"A liberal!"

"Yes, even so; and you are further accusedbut this is no place for conversation. Can I speak to you alone?"

"Certainly; step up to the room on the first floor, and I will follow you in a minute.'*

I did so, after having by signs instructed my agents to keep a strict eye over Raoul, and to take him into custody if he discovered the least disposition to quit the house. However, the unhappy man had no intention of escape, for in a very few minutes he joined me, and, with a look and manner expressive of jovial content, desired I would let him into the mighty mystery of my proceedings.

"Well, then," said I, "now that we can converse without interruption, I will frankly explain the cause of my present visit. But tell me first, can you not partly guess it?"

"Not I, upon my honour."

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 on account of those goguettes which you have persisted in holding in your cabaret, spite of the formal prohibition issued by the police against them. Information has been given that every Sunday there are meetings held in your house, at which seditious toasts and songs libelling government are permitted. Not only is it known that you countenance the assembling of a mass of suspicious characters, but it is understood that this very day a more than usual number is expected to collect within these walls from twelve to four o'clock. You see there is no blinding the police as to your goings on. This is not all; you are further accused of having in your possession a vast quantity of disloyal and immoral songs, which are so carefully con-


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XXXVI.]

Then Hagen spake, of Tronjé: “Ye noble knights and good,

Whoe’er by thirst is troubled may quench it here with blood.

In heat like this ’tis better than wine of any kind,

And at this time, moreover, no better may ye find.”

So went one of the warriors to where a corpse he found:

He knelt to where the wound was, his helmet he unbound,

And then he fell to drinking the oozing stream of blood;

Unused as he was to it, he thought it passing good.

“Requite thee God, Sir Hagen,” that man so weary spake,

“Seeing that thou hast taught me so well my thirst to slake!

A better wine right seldom hath been pour’d out for me.

Live I for some while longer, I’ll aye be bound to thee.”

The rest being told about it, and how he found it good,

Then were there many others who also drank the blood.

Thereby each one among them began to gain new life—

In dear ones it was paid for by many a goodly wife.

Within the hall about them the sparks fell thick around,

Upon their shields they caught them and turn’d them to the ground.

The fire and smoke together distress’d them terribly.

I trow that heroes never felt greater misery.

Then Tronian Hagen shouted: “Stand closer to the wall!

Let not the burning embers upon your helm-bands fall,

But in the blood more deeply trample them with your feet:

This feast the queen hath made us is but a sorry treat!”


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In such distressful doings the night to ending wore,

And still the gallant minstrel kept watch the house before

With Hagen his companion; upon their shields they leant,

From Etzel’s folk awaiting some further detriment.

Then spake the fiddle-player: “Now go we to the hall:

So shall the Huns imagine that each of us and all

Have perish’d in this torture that hath on us been done;

Yet shall they see us meet them, in battle, everyone.”

Then Giselher, the youngest of the Burgundians, spake:

“A cool wind is arising, I trow the day will break.

Now grant us, God of Heaven, on better times to fall!

For us my sister Kriemhild hath made ill festival.”

Then spake there yet another: “The dawning I can see;

And since for us naught better is ever like to be,

Do on your armour, heroes; see to your safety all;—

King Etzel’s wife, I doubt not, will quickly on us fall.”

The host might well imagine that all the guests were slain

By dint of all their labours, or by the fiery pain;

Yet still of them were living six hundred gallant wights,

Than whom no king whatever had any better knights.

They who the strangers guarded had fail’d not to espy

That still the guests were living, in spite of injury

And pains that had befallen the lords and liegemen too;

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’Twas told unto Kriemhilda that they were safe and well.

Whereto the queen made answer: “It ne’er were possible

That through the fiery torment any of them have stay’d!

I’d rather take for granted that all of them lie dead.”

The princes and their liegemen were fain enough to live,

Had anyone been willing mercy to them to give.

None could they find of any within the Hunnish land!

So to avenge their dying they sought with willing hand.

Towards the dawn of morning, they had, for greeting fair,

A dire assault of battle: in straits the heroes were.

Though thickly all amongst them stout javelins were thrown,

The brave and noble warriors like true knights held their own.

The zeal of Etzel’s people was quicken’d by desire,

That they from Queen Kriemhilda might earn the promised hire;

Moreover they were eager to do the king’s command.

And so no few among them found speedy death at hand.

Of promising and giving might wondrous tales be told.

She bade her folk on bucklers to bring the ruddy gold;

She gave to all who craved it and would accept her fee.

Ay! ne’er was greater guerdon spent for an enemy.

A mighty force of warriors came in their panoply.

To them cried gallant Volker: “Here waiting still are we!

I ne’er saw knights more gladly go forth to face the foe

Than these who the king’s bounty have taken, for our woe.”


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 learnt and admitted as a fact, that the earth moves round the sun, and was therefore considerably ahead of Hatori, who preferred to believe what he saw with his eyes, and only cursorily mentions the theory of the earth’s movement as a matter of indifference to his views of the cosmogony. Hirata of course assumed the truth of all ancient Japanese traditions, but saw that they were sometimes inconsistent with each other, and with actual fact, and he hoped by reconciling these contradictions to prove that Shintô contains all the knowledge necessary to man. He is therefore not to be implicitly depended on for a correct view of the ancient belief about the origin of things.

Diagram 1 in both books is a large circle containing three black spots in its upper part. This is intended to represent the existence of Ame-no-mi-nuka-nushi, Taka-mi-musubi and Kamu-mi-musubi in space, before the sun, earth and moon were formed. The circle means nothing; it is merely introduced to give the reader a definite idea of what is meant by space, but as it is dispensed with in the third and succeeding Diagrams, when the reader is requested to look on the blank part of the page as representing space, it seems hardly necessary even here. Hatori quotes the Kojiki, which says that these three gods came into existence in Takama no hara in the beginning of heaven and earth (ame tsuchi), while Hirata quotes his own Koshi to the effect that they ‘came into being in Heaven’s Sky’ (Amatsu mi sora). At a later period, in publishing his commentary entitled Koshi-Den, he reverted to the old reading Takama no hara. A great deal of ingenuity has been expended by pure Shintô-ists to prove that Takama no hara does not mean ‘the plain of high heaven,’ as its evident etymology would suggest. Motoöri is perhaps not unreasonable in explaining it to mean a region above the sky. Hatori says that “Takama no hara did not exist at this period which was antecedent to all material existence, but the region wherein these three gods originated afterwards became Takama no hara.” The theory that this name signifies ‘space’ is

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 from one of the parallel passages in the Nihongi, where the Chinese characters kiochiu (emptiness) occur instead of Takama no hara ni. But this would scarcely be sufficient to prove that the ancient Japanese possessed the highly abstract idea of ‘space,’ and it is more natural to suppose that they meant the blue sky which they saw over their heads. Hirata has a fanciful theory about Ame-no-mi-naka-nushi and the other two gods inhabiting the Pole star, which is not usually accepted by other Shintôists. In the Koshi-Den, on the authority of a parallel passage in the Nihongi, he substitutes the word “existed” (mashiki) for “originated” (narimaseru), and draws thence the inference that these gods never had a beginning, but the passage from which the word masu is taken refers not to Ame-no-mi-naka-nushi and the other two gods, but to Umashi-ashi-kabi-hikoji and deities of later origin. The difficulty of supposing that Ame could ever have meant the sun, lies in the fact that it certainly signifies the sky or heaven, in which sense it is employed in forming the name of the primeval god, as Hirata himself states. Hirata says that the upper part of heaven is the pole-star, which must therefore have been the location of the three gods. Heaven is limited on the outside, as is proved by the statement that Susanowo no mikoto made the circuit of its boundary. Kami, translated by ‘god,’ is the same as kabi, compounded of the demonstrative root ka and bi or hi, a word applied to whatever is miraculous and supernatural, which is seen in musubi, termination of the names of the creator and creatrix. In the Tamano Mi-hashira he derives kami from kabimoye, ‘sprouting growing,’ but later he became convinced that this etymology was erroneous. Kamurogi and Kamuromi, which are titles of the creator and creatrix, are derived from the continuative form of the root Kami, ro a particle, and gi and mi which are used in forming the names of male and female deities. Motoöri has suggested that gi is a contraction of wo-gimi, male

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Then many of them shouted: “Come nigh, ye heroes, pray,

That we may have our ending,— ay, come without delay!

Here none there are remaining but have been doom’d to die!”

With shafts one saw their bucklers all bristling speedily.

What have I more to tell you? A good twelve hundred men

Made onset sore upon them, again and yet again.

The strangers cool’d their fury by wounding many a one—

No truce could be between them; one saw the life blood run

From wounds of deadly deepness; and many were there slain

And every man among them one heard for friends complain.

The mighty king and noble lost all his bravest there,

For whom their loving kinsfolk sore sorrow had to bear.

The strangers, until morning, right gallantly had done.

By then Gotlinda’s husband unto the court had gone,

And, looking round on all sides, he saw such horrors there

As moved to inward weeping true-hearted Rüdeger.

“Woe’s me,” then said the warrior, ‘that e’er I saw the day!

To think that none availeth this misery to stay!

Though peace would I make gladly, the king will ne’er agree,

For more and more he dwelleth upon his injury.”


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 “Yes, he was always dependent.”

We gaped at her who said this of our splendid Chris, and I saw that she was not as she had been. There was a directness of speech, a straight stare, that was for her a frenzy. "Doctor," she said, her mild voice roughened, "what's the use of talking? You can't cure him,"—she caught her lower lip with her teeth and fought back from the brink of tears,—"make him happy, I mean. All you can do is to make him ordinary."

"I grant you that's all I do," he said. It queerly seemed as though he was experiencing the relief one feels on meeting an intellectual equal. "It's my profession to bring people from various outlying districts of the mind to the normal. There seems to be a general feeling it's the place where they ought to be. Sometimes I don't see the urgency myself."

She continued without joy:

"I know how you could bring him back


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 he had to flatter his dissecting hand had not an easy task, he turned to me, whose general appearance suggests that flattery is not part of my daily diet. "You, Miss Baldry, you've known him longest."

"Nothing and everything was wrong," I said at last. "I've always felt it." A sharp movement of Kitty's body confirmed my deep, old suspicion that she hated me.

He went back further than I expected.

"His relations with his father and mother, now?"

"His father was old when he was born, and always was a little jealous of him. His mother was not his sort. She wanted a stupid son who would have been satisfied with shooting."

He laid down a remark very softly, like a hunter setting a snare.

"He turned, then, to sex with a peculiar need."

It was Margaret who spoke, shuffling her feet awkwardly under her chair.


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 "One forgets only those things that one wants to forget. It's our business to find out why he wanted to forget this life."

"He can remember quite well when he is hypnotized," she said obstructively. She had quite ceased to glow.

"Oh, hypnotism 's a silly trick. It releases the memory of a dissociated personality which can't be related—not possibly in such an obstinate case as this—to the waking personality. I'll do it by talking to him. Getting him to tell his dreams." He beamed at the prospect. "But you—it would be such a help if you would give me any clue to this discontent."

"I tell you," said Kitty, "he was not discontented till he went mad."

He caught the glint of her rising temper.

"Ah," he said, "madness is an indictment not of the people one lives with, only of the high gods. If there was anything, it's evident that it was not your fault. A smile sugared it, and knowing that where


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XXXVII.]

Good Rüdeger inquiring straightway to Dietrich sent,

if they might make between them the noble king relent.

But he of Bern made answer: “Who could avail thereto?

King Etzel wills that no one should come betwixt the two.”

Now by a Hunnish warrior Sir Rüdeger was seen

With eyes bedimm’d with weeping, as they for long had been.

Unto the queen then spake he: “Now look how standeth he,—

The man who hath with Etzel the most authority,

“And who hath at his service the people and the land.

How many a castle is there in Rüdeger’s command,

Of which, through the king’s bounty, so many he may own!

Yet he throughout this struggle no worthy stroke hath done.

“Methinks he little recketh if things go well or ill,

As long as he hath all things according to his will.

’Tis said that he is braver than other men mote be:

But that, in all this trouble, hath been full hard to see.”

The warrior true-hearted, with downcast mood and grim,

Gave heed unto the speaker. The hero look’d on him,

And thought: “This shalt thou pay for! Thou say’st I am afraid?

Thou hast at court thy story somewhat too loudly said.”

His fists to clench began he, and at him straight he ran,

And smote to such good purpose upon that Hunnish man

That lifeless on the instant him at his feet he laid.

But thus King Etzel’s troubles were all the greater made.


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 suppressed wish of which it's the manifestation?"

"He wished for nothing," said Kitty. "He was fond of us, and he had a lot of money."

"Ah, but he did!" countered the doctor, gleefully. He seemed to be enjoying it all. "Quite obviously he has forgotten his life here because he is discontented with it. What clearer proof could you need than the fact you were just telling me when these ladies came in—that the reason the War Office didn't wire to you when he was wounded was that he had forgotten to register his address? Don't you see what that means?"

"Forgetfulness," shrugged Kitty. "He isn't businesslike." She had always nourished a doubt as to whether Chris was really, as she put it, practical, and his income and his international reputation weighed nothing as against his evident inability to pick up pieces at sales.


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 There's no such thing. There's a deep self in one, the essential self, that has its wishes. And if those wishes are suppressed by the superficial self,—the self that makes, as you say, efforts, and usually makes them with the sole idea of putting up a good show before the neighbors,—it takes its revenge. Into the house of conduct erected by the superficial self it sends an obsession, which doesn't, owing to a twist that the superficial self, which isn't candid, gives it, seem to bear any relation to the suppressed wish. A man who really wants to leave his wife develops a hatred for pickled cabbage which may find vent in performances that lead straight to the asylum. But that's all technical," he finished bluffly. "My business to understand it, not yours. The point is, Mr. Baldry's obsession is that he can't remember the latter years of his life. Well,"—his winking blue eyes drew us all into a community we hardly felt,—"what's the


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“Away with thee, base scoundrel!” thereon said Rüdeger;

“Of trouble and of sorrow I have enough to bear!

If I refrain from fighting, why tauntest me for that?

In sooth I have good reason to bear the strangers hate,

“And all that strength avail’d me I had against them wrought,

Were ’t not that I the warriors myself have hither brought.

’Twas I, in sooth, who led them into my master’s land:

I cannot raise against them, therefore, my luckless hand.”

Then answer to the margrave the great King Etzel made:

“O Rüdeger most noble, how hast thou lent us aid!

So many dead already we in the land must own,

No more of them were needed! much evil hast thou done.”

The noble knight made answer: “The fellow made me wroth

By casting up against me the wealth and honour both

That by thy hands so freely have been bestow’d on me:

The liar got his guerdon a whit unluckily.”

Now came the queen unto them, who eke had plainly seen

What, through the hero’s anger, the Hun’s reward had been.

Beyond all bounds complain’d she; tears from her eyes she shed

To Rüdeger thus spake she: “How have we merited

“That you the king’s misfortune and mine make all the more?

At all times, noble Rüdeger, you promised heretofore

That you would in our service risk honour and eke life.

I’ve heard the knights award you the meed in many a strife.


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 chair like a white rosebud that was still too innocent to bloom, listened with that slight reservation of the attention customary in beautiful women.

"A complete case of amnesia," he was saying as Margaret, white-lipped, yet less shy than I had ever seen her, went to a seat by the window, and I sank down on the sofa. "His unconscious self is refusing to let him resume his relations with his normal life, and so we get this loss of memory."

"I've always said," declared Kitty, with an air of good sense, "that if he would make an effort—"

"Effort!" He jerked his round head about. "The mental life that can be controlled by effort isn't the mental life that matters. You've been stuffed up when you were young with talk about a thing called self-control, a sort of barmaid of the soul that says, 'Time's up, gentlemen,' and "Here, you've had enough.'


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 the loveliest life; the pale usurpers of their birth die young. Such a world will not suffer magic circles to endure.

The parlor-maid knocked at the door.

"Mrs. Baldry and Dr. Anderson are waiting in the drawing-room, ma 'am."

Margaret reassumed her majesty, and put her white face close to the glass as she pinned up her braids.

"I knew there was a something," she moaned, and set the hair-pins all awry. More she could not say, though I clung to her and begged her; but the slow gesture with which, as we were about to leave the room, she laid her hand across the child's photograph somehow convinced me that we were not to be victorious.

When we went into the drawing-room we found Dr. Anderson, plump and expository, balancing himself on the balls of his feet on the hearth-rug and enjoying the caress of the fire on his calves, while Kitty, showing against the dark frame of her oak


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 child's photograph, but pressed it to her bosom, as though to stanch a wound. I thought, as I have often thought before, that the childless have the greatest joy in children, for to us they are just slips of immaturity lovelier than the flowers and with the power over the heart, but to mothers they are fleshly cables binding one down to such profundities of feeling as the awful agony that now possessed her. For although I knew I would have accepted it with rapture because it was the result of intimacy with Chris, its awfulness appalled me. Not only did it make my body hurt with sympathy; it shook the ground beneath my feet. For that her serenity, which a moment before had seemed as steady as the earth and as all-enveloping as the sky, should be so utterly dispelled made me aware that I had of late been underestimating the cruelty of the order of things. Lovers are frustrated; children are not begotten that should have had


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 Her eyes grew great. "How old was he?"

"Just two."

"My Dick was two." We both were breathing hard. "Why did he die?"

"We never knew. He was the loveliest boy, but delicate from his birth. At the end he just faded away, with the merest cold."

"So did my Dick—a chill. We thought he would be up and about the next day, and he just—"

Her awful gesture of regret was suddenly paralyzed. She seemed to be fighting her way to a discovery.

"It's—it's as if," she stammered, "they each had half a life."

I felt the usual instinct to treat her as though she were ill, because it was evident that she was sustained by a mystic interpretation of life. But she had already taught me something, so I stood aside while she fell on her knees, and wondered why she did not look at the


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 special and incredibly malicious decision of the Supreme Force. I was standing with eyes closed and my hands abstractedly stroking the hat that was the emblem of her martyrdom, and I was thinking of her in a way that was a prayer to her, when I heard her sharp cry. That she, whose essence was a patient silence, should cry out sharply, startled me strangely. I turned quickly.

She was standing up, and in her hand she held the photograph of Oliver that I keep on my dressing-table. It is his last photograph, the one taken just a week before he died.

"Who is this?" she asked.

"The only child Chris ever had. He died five years ago."

"Five years ago?"

Why did it matter so?

"Yes," I said.

"He died five years ago, my Dick."


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 "I used to have nice hair," she mourned, "but these last few years I've let myself go." She made half-hearted attempts to smooth the straggling tendrils on her temples, but presently laid down her brush and clicked her tongue against her teeth. "I hope that man's not worrying Chris," she said.

There was no reassurance ready, so I went to the other side of the room to put her hat down on a chair, and stayed for a moment to pat its plumes and wonder if nothing could be done with it. But it was, as surgeons say, an inoperable case. So I just gloomed at it and wished I had not let this doctor interpose his plumpness between Chris and Margaret, who since that afternoon seemed to me as not only a woman whom it was good to love, but, a patron saint must appear to a Catholic, as an intercessory being whose kindliness could be daunted only by some


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 helped her to take off her raincoat and reflected that Kitty would not be pleased when she saw that the removal of the garment disclosed a purple blouse of stuff called moirette that servants use for petticoats, she exclaimed softly Kitty's praises. "I know I shouldn't make personal remarks, but Mrs. Baldry is lovely. She has three circles round her neck. I've only two." It was a touching betrayal that she possessed that intimate knowledge of her own person which comes to women who have been loved. I could not for the life of me have told you how many circles there were round my neck. Plainly discontented with herself in the midst of all this fineness, she said diffidently, "Please, I would like to do my hair." So I pulled the arm-chair up to the dressing-table, and leaned on its back while she, sitting shyly on its very edge, unpinned her two long braids, so thick, so dull.

"You've lovely hair," I said.


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A GENEROUS SANTA CLAUS TO HIS LARGE FAMILY OF CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN WHO HAS HELPED EACH OF US THROUGH HIS OWN SPIRIT OF SELF-SACRIFICE AND SERVICE TO A FINER APPRECIATION OF THE TRUE TO A FINER APPRECIATION OF THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS.


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E are all children, young and old, at Christmas time. We love to talk and think about Santa Claus and the gifts which he will bring to us, and we like to plan how we may play Santa Claus and make some one else happy. Santa Claus embodies this spirit of self-sacrifice and service and so we will enjoy going in our dreams on “ A Visit to Santa Claus Land.” And what fun we will have when we join with the fairies and dear Mrs. Santa Claus and trim “A Christmas Tree for Santa Claus.” And then this story of “Squeaky and the Scarebox”—you know such a thing might really truly happen on your own tree, so look out when you open your “Jack-in-the-box.” “The Legend of Saint Nicholas” and his long silken purses will help you to understand our custom of hanging up our stockings to receive gifts. And this good Bishop doing his deeds of love in the night certainly must have been like our Santa Claus. The


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 along the corridors very slowly, like a child paddling in a summer sea. She enjoyed the feeling of the thick carpet underfoot; she looked lingeringly at the pictures on the wall; occasionally she put a finger to touch a vase as if by that she made its preciousness more her own. Her spirit, I could see, was as deeply concerned about Chris as was mine; but she had such faith in life that she retained serenity enough to enjoy what beauty she came across in her period of waiting. Even her enjoyment was indirectly generous. When she came into my room the backward flinging of her head and her deep "Oh!" recalled to me what I had long forgotten, how fine were its proportions, how clever the grooved arch above the window, how like the evening sky my blue curtains.

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 last story tells of the true Christmas spirit and “The Gift of Love” which God gave to the world when Christ was born.

And so may this book of “Christmas Stories,” coming right into your home, bring to you a message of Christmas Cheer, with a Merry Christmas to all,

From your Story Lady,


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 its burning oil. Margaret was smiling wonderingly up at this prettiness, but Kitty seemed to be doing some brain-work.

"How do you do, Mrs. Grey?" she said, suddenly shaking out her cordiality as one shakes out a fan. "It's very kind of you. Won't you go up-stairs and take off your things?"

"No, thank you," answered Margaret, shyly, "I shall have to go away so soon."

"Ah, do!" begged Kitty, prettily.

It was, of course, that she did not want Margaret to meet the specialist in those awful clothes; but I did not darken the situation by explaining that this disaster had already happened. Instead, I turned to Margaret an expression which conveyed that this was an act of hospitality the refusal of which we would find wounding, and to that she yielded, as I knew she would. She followed me up-stairs and


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 that it would have made any difference if she had seen him. Beautiful women of her type lose, in this matter of admiration alone, their otherwise tremendous sense of class distinction; they are obscurely aware that it is their civilizing mission to flash the jewel of their beauty before all men, so that they shall desire it and work to get the wealth to buy it, and thus be seduced by a present appetite to a tilling of the earth that serves the future. There is, you know, really room for all of us; we each have our peculiar use.

"The doctor's talking to Chris outside," I said.

"Ah," breathed Kitty. I found, though the occasion was a little grim, some entertainment in the two women's faces, so mutually intent, so differently fair, the one a polished surface that reflected light, like a mirror hung opposite a window, the other a lamp grimed by the smoke of careless use, but still giving out radiance from


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 "It is nice to have everything ready that people can want and everything in its place. I used to do it at Monkey Island Inn. It was not grand like this, of course, but our visitors always came back a second time." Abstractedly and yet with joy she fingered the fine work of the table-leg.

There was a noise above us like the fluttering of doves. Kitty was coming downstairs in a white serge dress against which her hands were rosy; a woman with such lovely little hands never needed to wear flowers. By her kind of physical discipline she had reduced her grief to no more than a slight darkening under the eyes, and for this moment she was glowing. I knew it was because she was going to meet a new man and anticipated the kindling of admiration in his eyes, and I smiled, contrasting her probable prefiguring of Dr. Anderson with the amiable rotundity we had just encountered. Not


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 Grey. I shall want to talk to you later. Meantime—this man. I'll come back." He indicated by a windmill gesture that we should go into the house, and swung off with Chris.

She obeyed; that sort of woman always does what the doctor orders. But I delayed for a moment to stare after this singular specialist, to sidetrack my foreboding by pronouncing him a bounder, to wish, as my foreboding persisted, that like a servant I could give notice because there was "always something happening in the house."

Then, as the obedient figure at the top of the stairs was plainly shivering under its shoddy clothes in the rising wind that was polishing the end of the afternoon to brightness, I hastened to lead her into the hall. We stood about uneasily in its gloaming. Margaret looked round her and said in a voice flattened by the despondency she evidently shared with me:


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 occupation. A tennis-ball which he had discovered somewhere had roused his sporting instincts, and he was trying at what range it was possible to kick it between two large stones which he had placed close together in front of the steps up to the house. It was his chubby absorption in this amusement which accounted for his first moment of embarrassment.

"Nobody about in there; we professional men get so little fresh air," he said bluffly, and blew his nose in a very large handkerchief, from the folds of which he emerged with perfect self-possession. "You," he said to Chris, with a naïve adoption of the detective tone, "are the patient." He rolled his blue eye on me, took a good look, and, as he realized I did not matter, shook off the unnecessary impression like a dog coming out of water. He faced Margaret as though she were the nurse in charge of the case and gave her a brisk little nod. "You're Mrs.


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 JULY 1917

about. When we parted, I felt as though I were leaving a life long friend. We never met again.

When I rejoined my grown-ups they had not missed me at all, and knew nothing of my rapturous voyage into Wonderland.

The Park Corner jaunts were always delightful. To begin with, it was such a pretty drive, those winding thirteen miles through hill and wood, and by river and shore. There were many bridges to cross, two of them, with drawbridges. I was always horribly frightened of drawbridges, and am to this day. Do what I will, I cringe secretly from the time the horse steps on the bridge until I am safely over the draw.

Uncle John Campbell's house was a big white one, smothered in orchards. Here in other days, there was a trio of merry cousins to rush out and drag me in with greeting and laughter. The very walls of that house must have been permeated by the essence of good times. And there was a famous old pantry, always stored with goodies, into which it was our habit to crowd at bedtime and devour unholy snacks with sounds of riot and mirth.

There is a certain old screw sticking out from the wall on the stair landing which always makes me realize clearly that I am really grown-up. When I used to visit at Park Corner in the dawn of memory that screw was just on a level with my nose! Now, it comes to my knees. I used to measure myself by it every time I went over.

I was very fond of trouting and berry picking. We fished the brooks up in the woods, using the immemorial hook and line, with "w'ums" for bait. Generally I managed to put my worm on myself, but I expended a fearful amount of nervous energy in doing it. However, I managed to catch fish. I remember the thrill of pride I felt one day when I caught quite a large trout, as large as some of the grown ups had caught in the pond. Well and Dave were with me, and I felt that I went up five per cent. in their estimation. A girl who could catch a trout like that was not to be altogether despised.

We picked berries in the wild lands and fields back of the woods, going to them through wooded lanes fragrant with June bells, threaded With sunshine and shadow, carpeted with mosses, where we saw foxes and rabbits in their native haunts. I have never heard anything sweeter than the whistling of the robins at sunset in the maple woods around those fields.

To go through woods with company was very pleasant; to go through them alone was a very different thing. A mile in along the road lived a family who kept a small shop where they sold tea and sugar, etc. I was frequently sent in to buy some household supplies, and I shall never forget the agony of terror I used to endure going through those woods. The distance through the woods was not more than a quarter of a mile, but it seemed endless to me.

I cannot tell just what I was afraid of. I knew there was nothing in the wood worse than rabbits or as the all-wise grown-ups told me "worse than yourself." It was just the old, primitive fear handed down to me from ancestors who, in the dawn of time, were afraid of the woods with good reason. With me, it was a blind, unreasoning terror. And this was in daylight; to go through those woods after dark was something simply unthinkable. There were persons who did it. A young schoolmaster who boarded with us thought nothing apparently of walking through them at night. In my eyes he was the greatest hero the world had ever seen!

When the history of the War comes to be told, Canada's place in it will stand forth to our wonder and amazement. Canada's contribution in men and money, in bravery and endurance, in unselfish resourcefulness, in quick and adequate response, has been tremendous and magnificent.

Proportionately to her population, Canada will be found to have made the largest monetary contribution to the War.

The valour of the Canadians on the field has called forth the unqualified praise of the French and British generals.

Counting the cost is not the Canadian way. Out of a contingent of 25,000 troops at the outset of the War, not 2,500 lived to tell the tale. Their casualties were appalling, but the only effect they had on the Canadian heart was to accelerate recruiting and volunteers poured in to avenge their fellows. It has been officially stated in Canada that for every man who falls five more enlist.

It was the Canadians who bore the first terrible brunt of the asphyxiating gas attacks, that came as such a surprise.

Canada, a young country, needing all her men at home, never hesitated, once they had put their shoulder to the wheel.

It is a record, and one that will place among the historic nations of the War.—Los Angeles Times

A while before he died he took my hand—

"I want to tell you something, Bill," he said, "Before you lay me out in No Man's Land.

And put a wooden cross above my head.

Just this: Last night, when lying here, I knew

I'd found my soul, Bill, since the War began—

And I was happy. … some day, when it's through.

And you're back home—just tell Her that, old man."

, in the Canadian University Magazine.

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 hairs the weather had plucked from under the hard rim of her hat. It was part of her loveliness that even if she did not understand an act she could accept it.

Presently she leaned over to me across his body and whispered:

"He's not cold. I put the overcoat on him as soon as he was fairly off. I've just felt his hands, and they're as warm as toast." If I had whispered like that I would have wakened him.

Soon he stirred, groped for her hand, and lay with his cheek against the rough palm. He was awake, but liked to lie so.

In a little she shook her hand away and said:

"Get up and run along to the house and have some hot tea. You'll catch your death lying out here."

He caught her hand again. It was evident that for some reason the moment was charged with ecstasy for them both.

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 trench; no more did I hear voices talking in a void: "Help me, old man; I've got no legs—" "I can't, old man; I've got no hands." They could not take him back to the army as he was. Only that morning as I went through the library he had raised an appalled face from the pages of a history of the war.

"Jenny, it can't be true that they did that to Belgium! Those funny, quiet, stingy people!" And his soldierly knowledge was as deeply buried as this memory of that awful August. While her spell endured they could not send him back into the hell of war. This wonderful, kind woman held his body as safely as she held his soul.

I was so grateful that I was forced to go and sit down on the rug beside her. It was an intrusion, but I wanted to be near her. She did not look surprised when she turned to me her puckered brows, but smiled through the ugly fringe of vagrant


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 in garments that by their slight neglect of the possibilities of beauty declare that there are such things as thrift and restraint and care for the future. And so I could believe of Margaret that her determined dwelling in places where there was not enough of anything, her continued exposure of herself to the grime of squalid living, was unconsciously deliberate. The deep internal thing that had guided Chris to forgetfulness had guided her to poverty, so that when the time came for her meeting with her lover there should be not one intimation of the beauty of suave flesh to distract him from the message of her soul. I looked upward at this supreme act of sacrifice and glowed at her private gift to me. My sleep, though short, was now dreamless. No more did I see his body rotting into union with that brown texture of corruption which is No-Man's-Land; no more did I see him slipping softly down the parapet into the


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 him into the quiet magic circle out of our life, out of the splendid house which was not so much a house as a vast piece of space partitioned off from the universe and decorated partly for beauty and partly to make our privacy more insolent, out of the garden where the flowers took thought as to how they should grow and the wood made as formal as a pillared aisle by forestry, may be judged from my anguish in being left there alone. Indeed she had been generous to us all, for at her touch our lives had at last fallen into a pattern; she was the sober thread the interweaving of which with our scattered magnificences had somewhat achieved the design that otherwise would not appear. Perhaps even her dinginess was part of her generosity, for in order to fit into the pattern one has sometimes to forego something of one's individual beauty. That is why women like us do not wear such obviously lovely dresses as cocottes, but clothe


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THE GHOST OF LEMON LANE. 462

“Nelly!” she said,

Eleanor Lemon gave a cry—one, no more, and stood stock still, staring.

Nelly,” the widow repeated, “don't you Know me? Come in! Come in!"

Eleanor advanced, her face flushing and paling, her eyes ready to start out of her head. Mrs. Seaton drew her into the cottage and shut the door.

Squire Lemon'a daughter returned to the house, an hour or so later, with a face ng radiant as the summer sunshine itself. The squire was at the study-window, gaziug absently at the little white cottage.

“Well, Nelly,” he said, without looking at her, and how do you like Mrs, Seaton?”

“I think she’s splendid, papa!” responded Eleanor, with a warmth that was genuine. “She's lovely! I could stay there forever and listen to her!"

«She's very fine woman—a very fine woman, said the squire, his eyes twinkling “Take her for your model, Nelly, and grow bright and I think I'll step down and see if the Kitchen don't want some fixing.

Which he did accordingly, whilst Miss Eleanor lay back and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until the tears stood in her eyes,

“Poor, dear papa!” she said. “Oh! what fun it is and what will he say when ho finds it out!"

A week passed, The ghost of Lemon Lane was on its good behavior, and never once disturbed the repose of the sprightly young widow, She laughed and she sang, and might have exorcised a whole brigade of ghosts with the radiance of her smiling face. So Squire Lemon thought, and so Squire Lemon said one day, when under the intoxicating influence of bright badinage, brighter glances, and brightest smiles, he lost his head, and fairly blurted out his admiration, like a school-boy, who is under the influence of “early love.”

“I didn’t intend to speak so soon,” said the squire, mopping his flushed face, “but I think I'm bewitched when I'm with you, Mrs. Seaton. I'm dead in love, and that's the long and short of it; and if you'll love me, say so, and I'll make you Mrs. Lemon right off the reel!”

Mrs. Seaton was standing beside him. She sunk now upon a chair, and buried her face in ber handkerchief, whilst her stately form quivered with internal emotion.

“Oh, come now!” said the squire, shifting uneasily from one leg to the other, like an agitated gander, “don’t you take on, you know! You're young and handsome, but then you're a widow, which would be a drawback to some men; and I'm elderly and rich, and you shall live in clover for the rest of your life. Do say yes— dreadfully in earnest about this here!”

“It is so sudden, so unexpected!” faltered the widow. “Oh, dear, Mr. Lemon! I don't know what to say

“All right!” cried the squire; “that's as good as yes any day! We'll have a wedding in a week!"

“But your daughter?” murmured the widow, “she may object.”

“I should like to catch her at it!” retorted the wooer, “that's all! Object! What business is it of hers! She'll be bridemaid, if you say so; and we'll take her with us on a little wedding-trip to New York; and we'll go to the theatres, and to the Central Park, and if that doesn’t put George Lyon out of her head, I dont know what will! It's a bargain, isn't it?

“Yes; it was a bargain, Mrs, Seaton placed her hand in his, and murmured an inaudible something, and the compact was sealed.

Send your daughter to me,” faltered the widow. “I shall not be completely happy. until I hear from her own lips that she can love me.”

“All right!” said the squire, boyishly. “She's safe to do that, I reckon. I'll send her dtraight along.”

He sauntered up to the house, actually whistling, for the first time in a round decade of years. “It's sharp work,” he said to himself: Short, sharp, and decisive! Only a week! But then I never did approve of long courtship I wonder what Nelly'Il say?”

Nelly said very little. She heard the news with folded hands and quiet face.

“Very well, papa,” she replied, briefly, “I hope you'll be happy.”

“You'll go and see Mrs. Seaton, my dear.” said her father, entreatingly. “She's so fond of you, you know.”*

“No fonder of me than I am of her," Eleanor said, a little irrepressible smile dimpling her rosy mouth, “I'll go, of course.”

Lemonville got a second shock, almost worse than the first, when it heard its squire was going to he married.

“And to a widow, who lives in a haunted house,” cried the scandalized town, “and whom nobody knows anything about, It's plain to be seen she just settled down there on purpose: it’s like the artfulness of widows. The squire's old enough to know better. But then an old fool's the worst of all fools!

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 body can rest quiet for a little time. That is a great thing for a woman to do. I know there are things at least as great for those women whose independent spirits can ride fearlessly and with interest outside the home park of their personal relationships, but independence is not the occupation of most of us. What we desire is greatness such as this, which had given sleep to the beloved. I had known that he was having bad nights at Baldry Court in that new room with the jade-green painted walls and the lapis-lazuli fireplace, which he found with surprise to be his instead of the remembered little room with the fishing-rods; but I had not been able to do anything about it.

It was not fair that by the exercise of a generosity which seemed as fortuitous a possession as a beautiful voice a woman should be able to do such wonderful things for a man. For sleep was the least of her gifts to him. What she had done in


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 the damp, odorous coolness of a church in a Catholic country and sees the kneeling worshipers, their bodies bent stiffly and reluctantly, and yet with abandonment as though to represent the inevitable bending of the will to a purpose outside the individual person, or when under any sky one sees a mother with her child in her arms, something turns in one's heart like a sword, and one says to oneself, "If humanity forgets these attitudes there is an end to the world." But people like me, who are not artists, are never sure about people they don't know. So it was not until now, when it happened to my friends, when it was my dear Chris and my dear Margaret who sat thus englobed in peace as in a crystal sphere, that I knew it was the most significant, as it was the loveliest, attitude in the world. It means that the woman has gathered the soul of the man into her soul and is keeping it warm in love and peace so that his


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 when at last he felt drowsy and turned on his side to sleep. He lay there in the confiding relaxation of a sleeping child, his hands unclenched, and his head thrown back so that the bare throat showed defenselessly. Now he was asleep and his face undarkened by thought, one saw how very fair he really was. And she, her mournfully vigilant face pinkened by the cold river of air sent by the advancing evening through the screen of rusted-gold bracken behind her, was sitting by him, just watching.

I have often seen people grouped like that on the common outside our gates on Bank holidays. Most often the man has a handkerchief over his face to shade him from the sun, and the woman squats beside him and peers through the undergrowth to see that the children come to no harm as they play. It has sometimes seemed to me that there was a significance about it. You know when one goes into


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I can not remember a time since I have been grown when I did not know, intimately, boys of high school age and in high school, and when I did not like to sit down and talk to them. One group of boys, only a few years ago, I had almost daily contact with from the time they entered high school until they graduated from college. As a college executive, I meet, personally, every autumn, hundreds of boys fresh from the training of the high school, and revealing almost at once what they have gained and what they have missed. It is this intimate contact with so many thousands of high school boys that has induced me to write the papers contained in this little book.

Morals and Manners was read before a meeting of the North Central Academic Association; Going to College was given as a Commencement address to the boys of the University School, Cleveland, Ohio; the other papers have not previously been printed.

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 movement like a hen. She was not so much a person as an implication of dreary poverty, like an open door in a mean house that lets out the smell of cooking cabbage and the screams of children. Doubtlessly he sat somewhere close to her, lumpishly content. I thought distractedly how necessary it was that Gilbert Anderson should cure him, and tried to shout to her, but found my throat full of sobs. So I broke my way down through the fern and bramble and stood level with them, though still divided by some yards of broken ground.

It was not utter dullness not to have anticipated the beauty that I saw. No one could have told. They had taken the mackintosh rug out of the dinghy and spread it on this little space of clear grass, I think so that they could look at a scattering of early primroses in a pool of white anemones at an oak-tree's foot. She had run her hands over the rug so that it lay quite smooth and comfortable under him


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Bill and I were walking down town one September afternoon talking in a friendly way as we were accustomed to do. School was to open the next day, and Bill was to begin his high school course. He seemed more thoughtful than usual; something I could not make out was on his mind.

"What is it, Bill?" I asked finally. "What big scheme are you working out?"

"Won't tomorrow be a wonderful day!" he exclaimed. It was to him the beginning of a new existence.

The entrance of the boy into high school comes at the most critical period of his life. He is fourteen years of age usually, if he is a normal boy, and fourteen marks the dividing line between childhood and youth—childhood which passes all too soon, youth which opens up a thousand possibilities, which stirs a thousand new emotions, new impulses and new desires, which puts before him a thousand opportunities and a thousand new temptations for which he is often unprepared. It is a time of restlessness and change for the boy, perhaps which tends often to


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 make him give up school and to drive him upon the rocks. It is perhaps to be deplored that high school and adolescence should come at the same time.

It is for this reason that many thoughtful teachers have tried to change the situation by making it possible for children to complete the work of the grades by the time they are twelve, so that they may be well entered upon the work of the high school before the time of physical transition comes. Whether or not such reorganization of school work is feasible and whether or not it will ever be generally made, depends upon a good many things which it is hardly desirable to discuss here.

It is about the boy himself that I want most to speak and of the various problems which at the high school age he is called upon to solve. A lot of things are happening to him about the time he enters high school, very important things, too, and yet he is seldom prepared for these. He does not understand the situation at all himself, and those who know anything about it seldom help him out. His teachers are generally afraid to tell him what he ought to know about himself, or they are perhaps so taken up with presenting to him facts about history and economics and grammar and mathematics and the lives and accomplishments of other men, that they have no time to give to the boy himself. Even his Sunday school teacher who ought to get down to practical every day matters, generalizes on the facts and the phrases of the Bible and seldom if ever makes any personal or practical


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 application of its teachings to the boy's daily life. His mother has never been a boy, so she has no idea what revolutions are going on in his mind and body unless he tells her as he infrequently does, of the changes in view point which passing childhood and dawning youth bring, and his father—his father has long ago forgotten that he ever was a boy, so that he gives the son no concern.

The sensible, sympathetic father who takes his fourteen-year-old boy into his confidence and who talks to him frankly about the changes which are going through and within him is so rare as to be a negligible quantity in the discussion of the boy and his problems. Ninety-five per cent of the boys who enter college from high school will say, if asked, that their fathers have never so much as mentioned to them anything that had to do with sex or adolescence. What the boy learns at this time about his body and about the mysteries of life generally comes from boys as ignorant as himself, or more likely than not from some one who is not only ignorant but whose moral ideals are low and whose tendencies are vicious. It is the rowdy and the street loafer, and the nomadic hired man who has picked up his facts from the gutters, and the ignorant and the vulgar minded who solve our boys' sex problems for them—more's the pity!

A good many things are happening to a boy who is just entering high school, as I have said. Educationally he is forming an entirely new relationship. High school is differently run from the elementary school. He will have more


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 liberty and less restraint than he has been accustomed to, his teachers will treat him more as a man than he has ever before been treated. The subjects which he will take up are in themselves more interesting, they require more thought and less memory, more independence and more originality. He will need, if he is to get ori, to apply his mind more seriously and for longer periods of time than has been necessary before. He will have, almost for the first time, opportunities for thought and reasoning. As he takes advantage of these opportunities and begins to think and plan and act for himself, he will gain the sort of strength that he will need later in life. The more responsibility he can take at this time the better for him. If he has a job or an obligation of some sort that requires regular daily attention it will be of tremendous advantage to him. It will strengthen his body and so reinforce his will. The more he is repressed, the longer some one else does his thinking for him and shoulders his responsibilities, the longer and the more assuredly he will remain a, child.

But the most important things that are happening to him are physical and emotional. His body changes rapidly. His shoulders broaden, his arms and legs shoot out so fast that it is almost impossible to keep him inside his clothes. He grows up overnight, like a mushroom. His voice deepens, and he begins to realize for the first time perhaps that he is a boy and that he will soon be a man. It is his awkward age when no one understands him and when he least of all understands himself. He


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 is not so frank as he was. He keeps a great many things to himself, or if he tells them at all, he tells them to his boy friends only, because most of all he dislikes being laughed at or thought ignorant. A thousand things about his own being awaken his curiosity, and about these he is eager for information, but he seldom asks questions, because he would not for the world suggest the fact he does not know the things that he is the most eager to learn. He will even lie rather than admit ignorance of the questions which concern him most vitally. He is alert; he keeps his ears and his eyes open; but too often what he learns is in no sense enlightening or illuminating, and injures rather than helps him out of his quandary. Few people talk frankly and openly about the subjects which interest his developing mind. He wants very much to be a man all at once, and it is this desire very largely, no doubt, which causes him so easily to fall into the temptation of forming the bad rather than the good habits of men. I have never been able to understand why to a boy bad habits are likely to seem so much more manly than good ones.

In addition to the physical changes which are going on in his body there are within him emotional changes quite as great if not more so. He is subject at this time more than at any other time of his life to religious influences. If there is a religious revival in the community, he is among the first to show interest in it, and to "come forward." If he gets by this period of life without taking


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 her or thinking in silence while he played with her hand. Embraces do not matter; they merely indicate the will to love, and may as well be followed by defeat as victory. But disregard means that now there needs to be no straining of the eyes, no stretching forth of the hands, no pressing of the lips, because theirs is such a union that they are no longer aware of the division of their flesh. I know it must be so; a lonely life gives one opportunities of thinking these things out. I could not have borne to see signs of how he had achieved this intimacy with the woman whom a sudden widening of the downward vista showed as she leaned her bent back, ridged by her cheap stays, against a birch that some special skill of our forester had made wonderful for its straight slenderness. Against the clear colors of the bright bare wood her yellow raincoat made a muddy patch, and as a dead bough dropped near her she made a squalid


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 any definite stand in religious matters it will take a considerable amount of logic or persuasion later to stir him. This is his time of idealism, of the awakening in him of respect and reverence for God and that which is best in man. Those who teach him may not wisely forget this fact.

He is becoming a hero worshiper, too, and it is the physical hero who receives his devotion. Football stars and clever baseball players and prize fighters attract his attention. If the question of legalizing prize fights were left to the vote of high school boys the affirmative vote would be overwhelming. If he reads the newspapers at all it is the sporting sheet for which he first asks; he soon learns who is high man in sporting circles, it is not long before he can call all the better known ones by their first names, and he follows their performances like a personal friend. Adventure, deeds of heroism, physical prowess of all sorts fill his mind and fire his imagination. It is unfortunate if his teacher at this time is a physical weakling or unsympathetic with physical fitness and athletic sports. Such a man will have little influence, moral or intellectual, with the fourteen-year-old. It is the man who can knock a home run, or break through the interference, or lick anybody who challenges him, who is a hero in the boy's eyes.

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 converted me to the opposite theory. I was principal of a school with an enrollment of several hundred boys, a good many of them of high school age. They were rough, ill-trained, and notoriously hard to control and had driven out more than one timid teacher before my arrival. For two weeks I got on with them moderately well without Jaying a hand on any one. I was pleasant and firm; I took a good many of their pranks lightly, with the hope that if I did not notice their deviltries too much they would be discontinued.

I was quite mistaken, however. The boys misinterpreted my point of view entirely. They thought me soft-hearted, afraid to wield the willow switch, a weakling, in fact. It was only after I had soundly thrashed a half dozen or so of the leaders that they had any respect for me. They all adored physical strength, and those whom I castigated most vigorously were throughout my régime the most docile and they love me today.

If the boy develops a taste for reading at this point in his life, and it is well if he does, it is no sentimental stuff such as his sister dotes on, that pleases his taste. War and bloodshed and adventure hold him. Strategy and deep-laid plots and hairbreadth escapes are to his liking. Indians and burglars and highwaymen are his ideals. He courts danger and adores exhibitions of physical courage. He will probably break a bone or two in attempting to emulate the physical stunts which most please him. If he ever runs away from home it will be now, and most normal boys


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 of fourteen have at least seriously contemplated such an action more than once, if they have not actually put it into effect. It is, of course, not pleasant to have a favorite son or pupil "turn up missing" as an Irishman would say, but it is nothing to be especially worried about, for the boy who does so is only following a natural tendency, and in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred he will return better satisfied with home and school than before, and be none the worse for the adventure. It is as normal and as harmless for a young boy to run away as it is for a young girl to weep or to be sentimental.

It is this spirit of adventure, largely, this desire to be independent and to show early in life manly characteristics that leads most boys into certain habits that are either harmful or immoral. It is this reason, I am sure, that caused me first to smoke. The older boys with whom I was associating were smoking—big, black and very cheap cigars they were—and I had never smoked. As I recall now I had never felt any desire to do so nor had I had been given any parental suggestions on the subject. But when one of the fellows handed me a cigar, never guessing that I was quite innocent of any personal experience with smoking, I felt a thrill go through me. He had paid me a compliment as he might have done had he asked me to give him change for ten dollars, or as I might feel if some one should apply for the position of butler at my humble dwelling; and I smoked the bitter sickening thing to the last available shred thinking myself by so doing so much the more a man.


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 The worst of it all was that, though it made me a trifle dizzy, it did not turn me pale nor nauseate me as it should have done, and cure me of the habit. On the contrary my success made me the more conceited and tended to confirm me in the opinion that I was very rapidly taking on manly characteristics, as I suppose such experiences affect other boys of the age I was at that time.

I do not wish to be thought to condone the habit of smoking by this explanation of the cause which leads to it, for few people have been in better position to see how frequently it injures a boy's nervous system and reduces his efficiency than I have been, and fewer people, perhaps, have been so willing as I to relinquish the habit when they recognized just how detrimental it was in its effects.

The habit of swearing comes in the same class. I trust that none of my readers are addicted to profanity nor ever have been, but if it happens that any one has used or does use an occasional profane word somewhat stronger it may be than "darn" or "gosh" or "golly," if he will recall for me when he first succumbed to the temptation, I am sure it was in an attempt to simulate courage, or strong manly emotion of some sort. It shows experience with the world and contact with bold men, the boy thinks, to be able to rip out a few careless oaths or other strong words. The habit is a low, vulgar, irreverent one, it is true, which to sensible thinking people can give only the impression of crudity and careless rearing, and bad taste, even if it goes no further than that and does not suggest actually bad


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 morals; but to the boy himself who falls into such a habit there is often only the desire to be thought a man.

It was a somewhat puzzled teacher who talked to one of his pupils not long ago. The boy was only seventeen, he came of a very quiet, respectable and even religious family, and he had himself been in the habit of going to church and Sunday school quite regularly. No one had thought of accusing him of hypocrisy or inconsistency, and yet the night before he had been drunk. He could not himself quite explain how or why it had all happened. He had not planned the orgy deliberately, but he had been working hard, he had had little recreation, and he had grown tired of the situation, and, to use his own words, had "just cut loose." Now that it was all over and he had a little time to think, he found no special satisfaction in the memory of his escapade, and, stranger still to his teacher, he had no special regret excepting that his unwise combining of various forms of intoxicants had made him horribly sick and had left him with a coated tongue and a dull headache.

"I don't suppose I'll ever do it again," he said, "but I just had to have that experience once in my life."

He was learning slowly a fact that many boys and their teachers find it difficult to learn, and that is that the main problem of the high school boy whether in school or out is the problem of self-control—control of the body, control of the mind, control of the emotions.


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 The most important problem which the high school boy has is the discipline of his mind. It isn't easy to hold one's attention to a dull stupid book on mathematics or Latin when one would far rather be climbing a tree or playing at baseball, but it is often very necessary. A boy does not go to high school so much for the facts he learns in mathematics or Latin or chemistry as for the discipline he gets through learning these things. Of course every one needs information, and a boy may be excused if he thinks that the information he acquires at school is the main thing for which he spends his days and nights; but if he does think so, he is mistaken. The most important thing for any boy is to learn to think quickly and correctly, so to train his mind that it will do what he wants it to do within a definite time and at a definite time.

"I was in a hurry," you explain to your teacher or the boss when he calls your attention to the fact that the work you have accomplished is inaccurately or carelessly done, "and did not have time to do the job as well as I could have done had I had more time;" or "My mind was wandering, and I could not get down to business," you offer as an alibi for not having a piece of work accomplished when it was called for. But the well-trained boy or man will be the master and not the slave of his mind, and will have so done his work in high school or in college that his brain will submit to his direction and will plan the composition or solve the


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 mathematical problem, or get the right answer when these things need to be done. There is little time for inspiration when we are engaged in doing the regular work of the world. When there is a job to be done we can not wait until we "feel like it" before taking up the work. If he has developed these qualities of regular work and concentration of mind which it is possible for every high school boy to develop, he can do what has to be done whether he feels like it or not. Men could not wait until they were emotionally prepared when they were called into battle; they went to the front when the call came; they went "over the top" on the second. They had been trained to be ready at any time, and a boy's mind should be so trained.

Now an athlete soon learns that no matter how physically clever he may be, no matter how much natural strength of body or fleetness of limb he may possess, he will never really excel unless he practices regularly, unless he is constantly striving to do his best and to make each succeeding best a little better than was the former. It is often very difficult, however, for the high school boy or for his older and presumably wiser brother to recognize the fact that the training of his mind is not materially different from the training of his body. A clever, quick-witted boy can pick up a lot of information if he keeps his eyes and ears open; he can, in truth, with little or no concentrated study pick up quite enough to get by his high school examinations creditably or even