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584] and on the other side, a Frankish duke, Chramnichis, advanced from Austrasia into the dukedom of Trent, but was, after a short success, totally defeated with his troops by the duke Evin near Salurn. These conflicts took a dangerous aspect when the Emperor Maurice sent subsidies (50,000 solidi) to the young king Childebert of Austrasia in order to drive out the Lombards.

In 584 King Childebert conducted an army against Italy, and so weak had the want of monarchical leading rendered the Lombard dukes that they dared not offer resistance, and sent presents in token of submission. Besides this their force of resistance had been weakened by the treason of some of their fellow-countrymen who were not ashamed of joining the imperialists against their own people. The imperial policy was to combat barbarians with barbarians, and to spend abundant means for this purpose. In this manner they had won over the duke Drocton of Brexillum, a Lombard duke of Suevic family, who succeeded in expelling Faroald from Classis, and other deserters were found as well. Standing in danger of losing all their booty by dispersing their forces, the dukes of West Italy at last resolved to unite again under a king's leading.

They elected Authari the son of Cleph (584), and conceded to him (as we hear), in order to give material foundation to the new kingdom, half of their own lands, which were later administered by royal gastaldi. The dukedom had, in consequence of the settlements during the last ten years, become quite a different thing from what it had been at the time of Alboin, and also the new kingdom was obliged to represent not only the leading power of the army as before but also territorial power.

The king's attempt to strengthen the new central power against the forces of disunion, grown strong during the last period, now formed the most important part of the Lombard State's politics, as it was the king's task to form a really united State. He was no longer satisfied with the dignity of a barbarian chieftain, but aspired to reign lawfully within the territory of the Roman Empire. We see this from the fact that Authari first took up the name Flavius, which all his successors kept, though he was not acknowledged by the Empire, as for instance Theodoric had been.

The Lombards wanted this territory to comprise all Italy, and a legend illustrating the fact tells us that Authari rode into the sea at the south point of Italy, and touched a solitary column, projecting out of the waves, with his spear and called out: "This is to be the boundary of the Lombard realm"; but in reality Authari's task was of a more modest character and limited to the north of Italy. A new attack of the Austrasians failed in consequence of the leaders' disagreements, and as the Exarch Smaragdus felt too weak to offer resistance to the Lombards without their help, Authari managed to conclude an armistice for three


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200 years, the first that was concluded between the Lombards and the Empire. Authari seems to have availed himself of this opportunity partly to restore order in North Italy and partly to ensure his boundary in the north, and above all to destroy the Franco-Byzantine league, which threatened the existence of his realm. He therefore betrothed himself to Childebert's sister, but the engagement was soon broken by the Franks when the Frankish imperial and catholic party of Brunhild got the ascendant. Authari however married Theodelinda (588?), the Catholic daughter of the Bavarian duke Garibal, who, by her mother, belonged to the old Lombard royal family of the Lethings. The other daughter was married to the mighty duke Evin of Tridentum, and her brother Gundoald was made duke of Asti by Authari. When the Franks, by this time, repeated their invasion of Italy under the leading of a few dukes, they were entirely beaten after a hot battle. Childebert's revenge was prevented by Authari's negotiations with him (589) and by his offer to become even a dependent confederate and pay tribute. Meanwhile, after the armistice had ended, Authari had succeeded in removing the last remnants of imperial power on the northern boundaries of Italy, and had probably also obtained his acknowledgment by the duke of Friuli. Nevertheless his position was much impaired when a new exarch, Romanus, appeared in Ravenna with reinforcements, regained Altinum, Modena, and Mantua, and induced the Lombard dukes of the Emilia, as well as the duke of Friuli, to join the imperialists. The negotiations were broken off, and imperialists and Franks planned to destroy the Lombard power by a systematic and simultaneous attack from north and south, and had even agreed already on the distribution of the booty. Twenty Frankish dukes broke forth from the Alps in two divisions, one marching against Milan, the other under the duke Chedinus against Verona, after having broken through the fortification of the frontier and devastated the land all around (summer 590); but no important conflicts took place, because the Lombards retired into their fortifications, fearing the enemy's overwhelming numbers. The exarch came to meet the Franks at Mantua, and intended to march in a line parallel to them against Pavia, to which Authari had drawn back; but this plan was not put into practice, it is said, in consequence of misunderstandings.

The Frankish dukes tried to secure their movable booty, and Duke Chedinus is said to have concluded an armistice for ten months; but epidemics and famine caused great losses on their way back. After these efforts, which had brought no real success to them, the Franks ceased to invade Italy for more than a century and a half. Authari lived to manage the negotiations for peace which led to a lasting friendship between the Franks and Lombards later on, though only on condition of paying tribute to the Franks — a burden which was, as it seems, not for a long time thrown off by the Lombards. The northern

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 GOLD ORNAMENTS.

Gold Rings found in Dorsetshire.

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No. 4.

Weight, 4 dwts. 8 grs.

Size of original.

Mr. Charles Hall.

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No. 6.

Weight, 23 grs.

Size of original.

Mr. Charles Hall.

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No. 7.

Weight, 10 dwts. 18 grs.

Size of original.

Mr. Charles Warne.

African Ring-money, from Sonnaar.

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No. 5.

Size of original.

In the possession of the Duke of Northumberland.

Found at Thaxted, Essex.

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No. 8.

Size of original. Weight, 240 grs.

The Hon. R. C. Neville’s Museum

Found near Patcham, Sussex.

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No. 16.

Size of original. Weight, 2 ozs. 5 dwts. 6 grs.

Colonel Paine.


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Rh boys, of whom 9,956, or about 45%, were earning their way in whole or substantial part. Moreover, in practically every section of Missouri there is either a University, a Normal School, a College or a Junior College, where a student can get two years of college work; and last year there were 10,083 boys in attendance at these institutions throughout the State, of whom 4,037, or 40%, were earning their way in whole or substantial part."

The Territory of Dakota enacted the following statute in 1883: "Every person convicted of murder shall suffer death or imprisonment at hard labor in the territorial penitentiary for life, at the discretion of the jury.

"Upon trial of an indictment for murder, the jury, if they find the defendant guilty, must designate in their verdict whether 'he shall be punished by death, or imprisonment for life at hard labor, and the judgment of the court shal be in accordance therewith."

In 1885 the Territorial Legislature further amended the law by providing that "upon plea of guilty, the court shall determine the same." This law became effective on March 13th, 1885.

In January, 1885, one Miller killed his employer's wife and child. The defendant entered a plea of guilty. His counsel contended that the law of 1885 was, as to defendant, ex post facto, and that there was no provision of law for trial by jury upon a plea of guilty; that by pleading guilty, therefore, defendant was entitled to absolute immunity from punishment. This was part of counsel's argument:

"The defendant, when he committed this act might, in contemplation of law, have said: 'I will murder this woman, and may do, so with perfect safety, because, if I am indicted for it, I will plead guilty, and in that case no penalty can be inflicted.' "

The Court, however, impaneled a jury, had the case presented, and upon a verdict of the death penalty by the jury, sentenced the defendant. The matter was taken to the Territorial Supreme Court, the conviction and sentence sustained, and the Court took occasion to make the following statement in its opinion:

"We cannot, however, refrain from pointing out, what is so well illustrated in this case, how much labor and anxiety might be avoided by a little more care on the part of the framers of statutes-a little more attention to the provisions of existing laws, and to the terms and phraseology of those by which it is sought to modify them. It is greatly to be regretted that the rule which imputes to the Legislature the design which it has expressed in words is founded rather in necessity than in fact.


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THE TATLER Maisie. “It’s awful! Fancy what it may have seen! He brought it out from the room behind, didn’t he?”

Trelawney nodded.

“I went in to ask about a carved screen they had in the window—he knows I like oddities, and he said he’d like to show me this…. No, I won’t get rid of it, May. It’s an ugly story, but in a sense it adds to the dramatic value of the thing; that’s nothing to what it must have seen in the old days, if it is, as I suspect, a sacrificial mask.”

Maisie turned away with a shrug, and led the way to the dining-room.

“Well,” she said over her pretty shoulder, “do as you like, of course, but, personally, I can’t congratulate you on your taste, Jack. Come on, Miles.”

Dinner was a rather constrained meal. Maisie, presumably by way of marking her displeasure with her husband, talked mainly to Miles, who, unconscious of the strain, ate hugely, laughed bluffly, and talked cheerfully all through the courses, to Trelawney’s increasing annoyance; he and Miles had always before been inseparable chums, and the younger man’s cheery, good-tempered humour, one of the joys of life—now that same humour was getting steadily and slowly on his nerves; and, heavens, how that perpetual “ha! ha!” maddened one! Trelawney wished to goodness Maisie wouldn’t laugh at all his futile jokes—damn it, she was looking amazingly pretty in that black velvet thing; it was his frock—he’d given it to her—she was his wife—and she should know it, should be made to know it if necessary. Why should he pay for frocks that were palpably being used to attract other men?—why should Maisie sit tilting her face up towards Miles in that fashion that always drove men mad?—oh, well, women were all alike, jades every one—never mind—we should see! With a sudden shock of nausea and anger at himself, Trelawney pulled himself sternly together and joined in the talk; but Maisie was still annoyed, and was so frigid that he relapsed into silence again, and played moodily with his bread till she gave the welcome signal for release.

Afterwards, in the drawing-room, a return of the ugly mood seized Trelawney, and he insisted on bringing the mask into the drawing-room. Miles was genuinely interested, and the two men sat studying the thing and discussing it for a long time, but Maisie chose to consider it—as indeed it was!—a deliberate “slap back” for her behaviour at dinner, and was correspondingly aloof and disagreeable.

At last the suppressed acrimony of the situation reached even Miles’ none too perceptive brain, and he relapsed into awkward silences, until the most uncomfortable evening ever spent in the Trelawneys’ cheerful house drew to a close, and with a barely supressedsuppressed [sic] sigh of relief Miles Burnaby rose to his feet and held out a large hand to his host.

“Well, must be getting along, old man. Thanks for another awfully cheery evening”—the lie fell like a plummet into the waiting silence, and Miles hurried on. “Hope this priceless old chap you’ve got here isn’t going to bring you the rotten luck he seemed to land on old Schroeder and Co.!…”

“I sometimes wish, Miles,” said Trelawney very distinctly, “that you would learn to talk a little sense for a change.”

Miles’ open mouth of astonishment was a study, but Maisie intervened.

“Jack’s got the black dog on his back to-night—all because I hate his ugly old mask,” she said sweetly. “I’m afraid you’ve had a rotten time, Miles, you poor dear, with us two in a state of suppressed hostility all the evening! Never mind—next time we’ll choose an evening when Jack’s away! Kiss me, Miles!”

Her charming face lifted towards the soldier’s in the firelight, and Trelawney turned suddenly away, sick with the wave of red fury that surged up—and this was sure enough. The kiss that passed between the two who had loved each other so long and well, as brother and sister love, was no longer the frank and innocent thing it had been till this night, when Hey kissed under the baleful shadow of the mask….

Standing at the table, his head bent, Trelawney heard Miles cross the room, say “good-night,” and slam the door. Turning, he surveyed his wife, her slim satin-shod foot on the kerb, humming a contented little tune as she stared into the fire.

“Maisie.” His voice had an odd harshness, carefully controlled. “Maisie. I won’t have you kiss Miles again. D’you hear?”

The toss of her head was unmistakable, and there was a hint of steel in her voice as she answered:

“My dear Jack! Isn’t it rather late in the day to try and come the early Victorian husband over me? I’ve always kissed dear old Miles—I should not dream of hurting his feelings by stopping now for no reason!”

“You don’t seem to mind hurting mine by doing it!” retorted the man.

“Nor you mine by refusing to throw away things I hate, like this old mask!” Maisie responded swiftly. “It doesn’t matter now, though—as a matter of fact, I’ve changed my mind, I rather admire the thing; in its horrible way it’s rather decorative. I’m going to hang it over the fireplace in

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 Table 1. Task Group 1.2 (Target Vessel Group) ships participating in CROSSROADS.

Task Group 1.2 (Flagship)
 * USS Fall River (CA-131)

Task Unit 1.2.1 (Battleship and Cruiser Unit)
 * Battleship Division 7
 * USS Arkansas (BB-33) (Flagship)
 * Nagato (captured Japanese battleship)
 * USS New York (BB-34)

 * Battleship Division 9
 * USS Nevada (BB-36)
 * USS Pennsylvania (BB-38) (Flagship)

 * Cruiser Division 23
 * USS Pensacola (CA-24)
 * Prinz Eugen (captured German heavy cruiser)
 * Sakawa (captured Japanese heavy cruiser)
 * USS Salt Lake City (CA-25) (Flagship)

Task Unit 1.2.2 (Aircraft Carrier Unit)
 * Carrier Division 31
 * USS Independence (CVL-22)
 * USS Saratoga (CV-3)

Task Unit 1.2.3 (Destroyer Unit)
 * Destroyer Division 31
 * USS Anderson (DD-411)
 * USS Hughes (DD-410) (Flagship)
 * USS Lamson (DD-367)
 * USS Rhind (DD-404)

 * Destroyer Division 2
 * USS Ralph Talbot (DD-390)
 * USS Stack (DD-406)
 * USS Wainwright (DD-419) (Flagship)
 * USS Wilson (DD-408)

 * Destroyer Division 3
 * USS Conyngham (DD-371)
 * USS Flusser (DD-368)
 * USS Mugford (DD-389)
 * USS Mustin (DD-413)

 * Destroyer Division 4
 * USS Mayrant (DD-402)
 * USS Trippe (DD-403)

Task Unit 1.2.4 (Submarine Unit)
 * Submarine Division 111
 * USS Searaven (SS-196)
 * USS Skate (SS-305)
 * USS Skipjack (SS-184)
 * USS Tuna (SS-203)

 * Submarine Division 112
 * USS Apogon (SS-308)
 * USS Dentuda (SS-335)
 * USS Parche (SS-384)
 * USS Pilotfish (SS-386)

Task Unit 1.2.5 (Landing Craft Unit)
 * LST Group 9
 * USS LST-52
 * USS LST-125
 * USS LST-133
 * USS LST-220
 * USS LST-545
 * USS LST-661

 * LCI Group 7
 * LCI-327
 * LCI-329
 * LCI-332
 * LCI-620
 * LCI(L)-549
 * LCI(L)-615

 * LCT Group 15
 * LCT-816
 * LCT-818
 * LCT-874
 * LCT-1078
 * LCT-1112
 * LCT-1113
 * LCT-1114
 * LCT-1115
 * LCT-1116
 * LCT-1130
 * LCT-1132
 * LCT-1155

 * LCT Group 21
 * LCT-412
 * LCT-414
 * LCT-705
 * LCT-812
 * LCT-1013
 * LCT-1175
 * LCT-1187
 * LCT-1237
 * LCT-1268
 * LCT-1341
 * LCT-1377
 * LCT-1415

 * Miscellaneous
 * ARDC-13
 * YO-160
 * YOG-83

Task Unit 1.2.6 (Merchant Type Unit)
 * Transport Division 91
 * USS Banner (APA-60)
 * USS Brule (APA-66)
 * USS Carlisle (APA-69)
 * USS Carteret (APA-70)
 * USS Fallon (APA-81)

 * Transport Division 92
 * USS Barrow (APA-61)
 * USS Butte (APA-68)
 * USS Cortland (APA-75)
 * USS Crittenden (APA-77)
 * USS Dawson (APA-79)

 * Transport Division 93
 * USS Bladen (APA-63)
 * USS Bracken (APA-64)
 * USS Briscoe (APA-65)
 * USS Catron (APA-71)
 * USS Fillmore (APA-83)
 * USS Geneva (APA-86)
 * USS Niagara (APA-87)

 * Transport Division 94
 * USS Appling (APA-58)
 * USS Artemis (AKA-21)
 * USS Gasconade (APA-85)

Task Unit 1.2.7 (Salvage Unit)
 * ATR-40
 * ATR-87
 * ATA-180
 * ATA-185
 * ATA-192
 * USS Achomawi (ATF-148)
 * USS Chickasaw (ATF-83)
 * USS Clamp (ARS-33)
 * USS Conserver (ARS-39)
 * USS Coucal (ASR-8)
 * USS Current (ARS-22)
 * USS Deliver (ARS-23)
 * USS Etlah (AN-79)
 * USS Gypsy (ARSD-1)
 * LCT-581
 * LCT-746
 * LCT-1184
 * LCT-1420
 * USS Mender (ARSD-2)
 * USS Oneota (AN-85)
 * USS Palmyra (ARST(T)-3)
 * USS Preserver (ARS-8)
 * USS Reclaimer (ARS-42)
 * USS Shakamaxon (AN-88)
 * USS Suncock (AN-80)
 * USS Widgeon (ASR-1)

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 GOLD ORNAMENTS.

Found in Suffolk.

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No. 14.

Size of original. Weight, 12 dwts. 14 grs.

Mr. Whincopp’s Museum.

Found at Bormer, Sussex.

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No. 15.

Size of original. Weight, 10 dwts. 18 grs

Dr. Mantell’s Museum.

African.

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No. 10.

Numismatic Society’s Museum.

Found near. Sligo.

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No. 9.

Size of original. Weight, 2 dwts. 12grs.

Mr. Edward Hoare’s Museum.

Found near Belfast.

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No. 12.

Weight, 4 dwts

African.

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No. 11.

Numismatic Society’s Museum

Torc-ring, found near Waterford.

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No. 13.

Weight, 8 dwts. 6 grs.

Piltown Museum.


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 in an old churchyard, before an old church-door; and will previously empower me to lock him in, if needful to his satisfaction, until morning.

For the night wind has a dismal trick of wandering round and round a building of that sort, and moaning as it goes; and of trying, with its unseen hand, the windows and the doors; and seeking out some crevices by which to enter. And when it has got in; as one not finding what it seeks, whatever that may be, it wails and howls to issue forth again: and not content with stalking through the aisles, and gliding round and round the pillars, and tempting the deep organ, soars up to the roof, and strives to rend the rafters; then flings itself despairingly upon the stones below, and passes, muttering, into the vaults. Anon, it comes up stealthily, and creeps along the walls, seeming to read, in whispers, the Inscriptions sacred to the Dead. At some of these, it breaks out shrilly, as with laughter; and at others, moans and cries as if it were lamenting. It has a ghostly sound too, lingering within the altar; where it seems to chaunt, in its wild way, of Wrong and Murder done, and false Gods worshipped, in defiance of the Tables of the Law, which look so fair and smooth, but are so flawed and broken. Ugh! Heaven preserve us, sitting snugly round the fire! It has an awful voice, that wind at Midnight, singing in a church!

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 But, high up in the steeple! There the foul blast roars and whistles! High up in the steeple, where it is free to come and go through many an airy arch and loophole, and to twist and twine itself about the giddy stair, and twirl the groaning weather-cock, and make the very tower shake and shiver! High up in the steeple, where the belfry is, and iron rails are ragged with rust, and sheets of lead and copper, shrivelled by the changing weather, crackle and heave beneath the unaccustomed tread; and birds stuff shabby nests into corners of old oaken joists and beams; and dust grows old and grey; and speckled spiders, indolent and fat with long security, swing idly to and fro in the vibration of the bells, and never loose their hold upon their thread-spun castles in the air, or climb up sailor-like in quick alarm, or drop upon the ground and ply a score of nimble legs to save one life! High up in the steeple of an old church, far above the light and murmur of the town, and far below the flying clouds that shadow it, is the wild and dreary place at night and high up in the steeple of an old church, dwelt the Chimes I tell of.

They were old Chimes, trust me. Centuries ago these bells had been baptized by bishops: so many centuries ago, that the register of their baptism was lost long, long before the memory of man, and no one knew their names. They had had their Godfathers and Godmothers, these Bells (for my

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 own part, by the way, I would rather incur the responsibility of being Godfather to a Bell than a Boy), and had their silver mugs no doubt, besides. But Time had mowed down their sponsors, and Henry the Eighth had melted down their mugs; and they now hung, nameless and mugless, in the church-tower.

Not speechless, though. Far from it. They had clear, loud, lusty, sounding voices, had these Bells; and far and wide they might be heard upon the wind. Much too sturdy Chimes were they, to be dependent on the pleasure of the wind, moreover; for, fighting gallantly against it when it took an adverse whim, they would pour their cheerful notes into a listening ear right royally; and bent on being heard on stormy nights, by some poor mother watching a sick child, or some lone wife whose husband was at sea, they had been sometimes known to beat a blustering Nor’ Wester; aye, “all to fits “as Toby Veck said;—for though they chose to call him Trotty Veck, his name was Toby, and nobody could make it anything else either (except Tobias) without a special act of parliament; he having been as lawfully christened in his day as the Bells had been in theirs, though with not quite so much of solemnity or public rejoicing.

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 certain ends, actions, and uses. The structure, then, of the uterus is such, that immediately on conception it shuts up closely its cartilaginous aperture, for the purpose of retaining the seed; this part subsequently, at birth, and that the fœtus may escape, like fruit on the tree, comes to maturity and softens, and this not by any unfolding of its tissue, but by a change in its natural character. For a loosening and softening takes place even in the commissural attachments of bones, as in those between the haunches and the sacrum, the pubes, and the pieces of the coccyx. It is a truly wonderful thing that the little point of a sprouting germ, say of the almond or another fruit, should break the shell which a hammer can scarcely crush; or that the tender fibres of the ivy-root should penetrate the narrow chinks of the stone, and at length cause rents in mighty walls. But it does not appear so marvellous that the parts of the woman, when distended by labour, should recover their natural firmness, if we consider the state of the male organ in coition, and how soon it subsequently becomes soft and flaccid. A greater matter for wonder is it, and surpassing all these "foldings," that the substance of the uterus, as the fœtus increases, not only is day by day enlarged and distended or unfolded, as it were, to take Fabricius's notion, but that it should become more thick, fleshy, and strong. We may even, with Fabricius, marvel still more at the means by which the mass of the uterus, by the intervention of the ordinary lochial discharges, returns to its original size in so few days; for this is not the case with other tumours or abscesses; these require a longer period for dispersion, being made up of unnatural matters, and such as require digestion, a process opposed to the power of expulsion. Yet this is not more worthy of admiration than the other works of nature, for "all things are full of God," and the Deity of nature is ever visibly present.

In the last place, it is object of great wonder to Fabricius how those vessels of the fœtus (meaning the oval opening out of the vena cava into the pulmonary vein, and the duct from the pulmonary artery into the aorta, on which subjects I have entered fully in my Essay on the Circulation of the Blood) immediately after birth begin to shrivel up and become obliterated. He is driven to that reason given by


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 GOLD ORNAMENTS

Dug up at Brahalish, near Bantry, Co. Cork.

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No. 17.

Size of original. Weight, 3 oz. 5 dwts. 6 grs.

Discovered at Swinton Park, Yorkshire.

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No. 18.

Two-thirds size of original.


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 Veck said, I say. And I take my stand by Toby Veck, although he did stand all day long (and weary work it was) just outside the church-door. In fact he was a ticket-porter, Toby Veck, and waited there for jobs.

And a breezy, goose-skinned, blue-nosed, redeyed, stony-toed, tooth-chattering place it was to wait in, in the winter-time, as Toby Veck well knew. The wind came tearing round the corner—especially the east wind—as if it had sallied forth, express, from the confines of the earth, to have a blow at Toby. And oftentimes it seemed to come upon him sooner than it had expected, for bouncing round the corner, and passing Toby, it would suddenly wheel round again, as if it cried, “Why, here he is!” Incontinently his little white apron would be caught up over his head like a naughty boy’s garments, and his feeble little cane would be seen to wrestle and struggle unavailingly in his hand, and his legs would undergo tremendous agitation, and Toby, himself all aslant, and facing now in this direction, now in that, would be so banged and buffeted, and touzled, and worried, and hustled, and lifted off his feet, as to render it a state of things but one degree removed from a positive miracle that he wasn’t carried up bodily into the air as a colony of frogs or snails or other very portable creatures sometimes are, and rained down again, to the great astonishment of the

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the drawing-room. Now you ought to be contented—anyway, stop talking nonsense about Miles and me, and what I’m to do or not to do about him. See?”

The door closed after her, and Trelawney, vanquished, stared moodily into the fire. He did not look up to where the mask was resting, or he might have seen again the odd effect of the flickering flames upon it—almost, again, one might have said it smiled….

Jack Trelawney’s brow was clouded as he left home for his office next morning; things seemed no better between Maisie and himself, despite his tentative efforts at reconciliation. True to her word, Maisie had with her own hands hung the mask above the fireplace in the drawing-room, and with the sunlight dancing on her pretty hair and smart serge frock, pronounced it “odd, as I said, but rather decorative, after all!” She was nonchalantly charming to him, bidding him good-bye with a dutiful kiss on the cheek, but Jack’s sensitive heart ached for the old

Maisie again, full of instructions as to how he was to take care of himself this cold day, and running after him for another kiss, her warm lips pursed to meet his. With a frowning brow he read through his letters, dictated several answers to his secretary, and at last by dint of savage work managed to deaden a little the pain at his heart: Lunch-time was almost in sight when a messenger knocked at the door.

Trelawney looked up with a brusque “Come in,” and jumped, for the blue helmet of a stalwart constable loomed over the glass half-door.

“What on earth…” The door closed, and the policeman saluted, moving heavily into the room. Trelawney’s face was blank with astonishment and consternation, not lessened when the man in blue fished out a note-book and pencil.

“Excuse me, sir. Only called to arsk a few questions about the murder and sooicide at Schroeder’s yesterday; from the h’entry in the old man’s books, sir, you was the last person served, and it’s thought you might be able to help us with a little information, sir?”

“Suicide? I only know there had been a murder,” interrupted Trelawney, suddenly remembering he had been so preoccupied that he had never seen a morning paper. The constable nodded.

“Old man committed sooicide late larst night in the cell at the station—strangled himself with his braces. Now what we want to know, sir, do you know anything about a marsk?”

Trelawney jumped—the question was so unexpected.

“Mask? Yes, of course I do. I bought a mask from him that day—a sort of Chinese thing, I think. Why?”

“Don’t know where he got it—anything of its hist’ry, like?”

The constable was ponderously ploughing on his official way, regardless of Trelawney’s question. The latter shrugged his shoulders.

“No—I don’t know a thing. He professed ignorance as to where it came from, even. Why do you ask?”

“Why? Because he was calling and screaming out about the thing like a lunatic all the way to the station—and all the time he was locked up, too. Going on awful, he was—telling it to keep away, or close its eyes, because he’d done all it wanted. Awful it was, I give you my word, sir. So you’re quite sure you can’t throw any light on this here matter, sir?”

Trelawney’s decided negative closed the interview, and the constable creaked slowly out. Alone, Trelawney stood frowning, his head on the mantelpiece, thinking. Pretty horrible, what? Telling it to keep away or close its eyes. Come to think of the thing, those eyes, or rather eye-holes, were rather unpleasant—narrow, and almost with a beastly sort of laugh in them. Where did the thing come from, anyway? … Perhaps Maisie had been right, as she often was, and he would have been better advised to re-sell the head.

Poor little Maisie! By Jove, she had been upset last night; he had been a bad-tempered brute anyway, and she deserved a treat to make up.

There was the new show at the Lyric—what about going to-night?

Acting on impulse, Trelawney took up the receiver and rang up his home number. The answer came promptly—the maid speaking. Trelawney’s face darkened suddenly as he listened, and with a curse he slammed the receiver home. His square-chinned face was not good to look upon as he flung on his hat and went out to lunch, muttering viciously to himself.

“Out motoring with Miles, eh? Not likely to be back till late, so don’t bother about waiting dinner! Maisie, you’re playing a dangerous game with me!…”

Business suffered badly during the rest of the day, for Trelawney was quite incapable of diverting his mind from its growing obsession of jealousy, and he snapped furiously at his clerks, till they wisely put away any further important business matters till the following day, when “the boss” might have recovered his usual genial temper. Twice he rang up his home, to discover that no further news had been received of Maisie. Going home through the driving rain in a taxi, he sat glowering out at the wet streets and hurrying crowds, with the black mood riding his shoulders, like the veritable black dog of Maisie’s

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 Aristotle, and already cited by me, which is, that all parts are made for a certain function, and if the function ceases to be required that they themselves disappear. The eye sees, the ear hears, the brain perceives, the stomach digests, not because such characters and structures (naturally) belong to these organs; but they are endowed with such characters and structures to accomplish the functions appointed them by nature.

On grounds like these it would appear that the uterus holds the first place among the organs destined for generation; for the testicles are made to produce semen, the semen is for the purposes of intercourse, and coition itself, or the emission of the semen, is instituted by nature that the uterus may be fecundated and generation result.

I have said before that an egg is, as it were, the fruit of an animal, and a kind of external uterus. Now, on the other hand, we may regard the uterus as an egg remaining within. For as trees are gay with leaves, flowers, and fruit at stated periods, and oviparous animals at one time conceive and produce eggs, at another become effete, so that neither the "place" or the part that contained them can be found, so have viviparous animals their spring and autumn allotted them. At the season of fecundation the genital organs, especially in the female, undergo great changes, so much so that in birds, the ovary, which at other times is scarcely visible, now becomes turgid; and the belly of the fish, near about the time of spawning, far exceeds in bulk the rest of the body, owing to the enormous number of ova and the quantity of semen contained within it. In very many viviparous animals the genital organs, that is, the uterus and spermatic vessels, are not always found presenting the same mode and course of action and structure; but as they are capable or not of conception, so changes take place, and to such an extent that the organs can hardly be recognized as the same. In nature, just as there is nothing lacking, so is there nothing superfluous; and thus it happens that the organs of generation wither away and are lost when there is no longer any use for them.

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 natives, on some strange corner of the world where ticket-porters are unknown.

But, windy weather, in spite of its using him so roughly, was, after all, a sort of holiday for Toby. That’s the fact. He didn’t seem to wait so long for a sixpence in the wind as at other times; the having to fight with that boisterous element took off his attention, and quite freshened him up when he was getting hungry and low-spirited. A hard frost, too, or a fall of snow, was an Event; and it seemed to do him good, somehow or other—it would have been hard to say in what respect though, Toby! So wind and frost and snow, and perhaps a good stiff storm of hail, were Toby Veck’s red-letter days.

Wet weather was the worst; the cold, damp, clammy wet, that wrapped him up like a moist great-coat—the only kind of great-coat Toby owned, or could have added to his comfort by dispensing with. Wet days, when the rain came slowly, thickly, obstinately down; when the street’s throat, like his own, was choked with mist; when smoking umbrellas passed and repassed, spinning round and round like so many teetotums, as they knocked against each other on the crowded footway, throwing off a little whirlpool of uncomfortable sprinklings; when gutters brawled and waterspouts were full and noisy; when the wet from the projecting stones and ledges of the church fell

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 drip, drip, drip, on Toby, making the wisp of straw on which he stood mere mud in no time; those were the days that tried him. Then, indeed, you might see Toby looking anxiously out from his shelter in an angle of the church wall—such a meagre shelter that in summer time it never cast a shadow thicker than a good-sized walking stick upon the sunny pavement—with a disconsolate and lengthened face. But coming out, a minute afterwards, to warm himself by exercise, and trotting up and down some dozen times, he would brighten even then, and go back more brightly to his niche.

They called him Trotty from his pace, which meant speed if it didn’t make it. He could have walked faster perhaps; most likely; but rob him of his trot, and Toby would have taken to his bed and died. It bespattered him with mud in dirty weather; it cost him a world of trouble; he could have walked with infinitely greater ease; but that was one reason for his clinging to it so tenaciously. A weak, small, spare old man, he was a very Hercules, this Toby, in his good intentions. He loved to earn his money. He delighted to believe—Toby was very poor, and couldn’t well afford to part with a delight—that he was worth his salt. With a shilling or an eighteenpenny message or a small parcel in hand, his courage always high, rose higher. As he trotted on, he would call out to

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 of the male become visible, and in the female the horns of the uterus appear. In truth, it is most marvellous to see what an enormous quantity of semen is contained in full-grown moles and mice at those times, whilst at others no semen can be seen, and the testicles are shrunk and retracted. So also when the reproductive faculty ceases in the female, the uterus is found with difficulty, and it is scarcely possible to distinguish the sexes.

The uterus, especially in the woman, varies extraordinarily as it is fecundated or not, both in constitution and in the results of that constitution—I mean in position, size, form, colour, thickness, hardness, and density. In the girl, before the age of puberty, the breasts are no larger than those of the boy, and the uterus is a small, white, membranous organ, destitute of vessels, and not larger than the top of the thumb, or a large bean. In like manner in old women, as the breasts are collapsed, so is the uterus shrunken, flaccid, withered, pale, and void of vessels and blood. I attribute the suppression of the catamenia in elderly women to this cause; in them the menstruous fluid either escapes as hemorrhoidal flux, or is prematurely stopped, to the injury of the health. For when the uterus becomes cold and almost lifeless, and all its vessels are obliterated, the superfluous blood boils up, and either falls back and stagnates, or else is diverted into the neighbouring veins. On the contrary, in those pale virgins who labour under chronic maladies, and in whom the uterus is small and the catamenia stagnate, "by coition," says Aristotle, "the excrementitious menstrual fluid is drawn downwards, for the heated uterus attracts the humours, and the passages are opened." In this way their maladies are greatly lessened, seeing that want of action on the part of the uterus exposes the body to various ills. For the uterus is a most important organ, and brings the whole body to sympathize with it. No one of the least experience can be ignorant what grievous symptoms arise when the uterus either rises up or falls down, or is in any way put out of place, or is seized with spasm—how dreadful, then, are the mental aberrations, the delirium, the melancholy, the paroxysms of frenzy, as if the affected person were under the dominion of spells, and all arising from unnatural states of the uterus. How


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 fast Postmen ahead of him, to get out of the way; devoutly believing that in the natural course of things he must inevitably overtake and run them down; and he had perfect faith—not often tested—in his being able to carry anything that man could lift.

Thus, even when he came out of his nook to warm himself on a wet day, Toby trotted. Making, with his leaky shoes, a crooked line of slushy footprints in the mire; and blowing on his chilly hands and rubbing them against each other, poorly defended from the searching cold by threadbare mufflers of grey worsted, with a private apartment only for the thumb, and a common room or tap for the rest of the fingers; Toby, with his knees bent and his cane beneath his arm, still trotted. Falling out into the road to look up at the belfry when the Chimes resounded, Toby trotted still.

He made this last excursion several times a day, for they were company to him; and when he heard their voices, he had an interest in glancing at their lodging-place, and thinking how they were moved, and what hammers beat upon them. Perhaps he was the more curious about these Bells, because there were points of resemblance between themselves and him. They hung there, in all weathers, with the wind and rain driving in upon them; facing only the outsides of all those houses; never

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 many incurable diseases also are brought on by unhealthy menstrual discharges, or from over-abstinence from sexual intercourse where the passions are strong!

Nor are the changes which take place in the virgin less observable when the uterus first begins to enlarge and receive warmth; the complexion is improved, the breasts enlarge, the countenance glows with beauty, the eyes lighten, the voice becomes harmonious; the gait, gestures, discourse, all are graceful. Serious maladies, too, are cured either at this period or never.

I am acquainted with a noble lady who for more than ten years laboured under furor uterinus and melancholy. After all remedies had been employed without success, she became affected with prolapsus uteri. Contrary to the opinion of others, I predicted that this last accident would prove salutary, and I recommended her not to replace the uterus until its over-heat had been moderated by the contact of the external air. Circumstances turned out as I anticipated, and in a short time she became quite well; the uterus was returned to its proper situation, and she lives in good health to the present day.

I also saw another woman who suffered long with hysterical symptoms, which would yield to no remedies. After many years her health was restored on the uterus becoming prolapsed. In both cases, when the violence of the symptoms was abated, I returned the uterus, and the event proved favorable. For the uterus, when stimulated by any acrid matter, not only falls down, but like the rectum irritated by a tenesmus, thrusts itself outwards.

Various, then, is the constitution of the uterus, and not only in its diseased, but also in its natural state, that is, at the periods of fecundity and barrenness. In young girls, as I said, and in women past childbearing, it is without blood, and about the size of a bean. In the marriageable virgin it has the magnitude and form of a pear. In women who have borne children, and are still fruitful, it equals in bulk a small gourd or a goose's egg; at the same time, together with the breasts, it swells and softens, becomes more fleshy, and its heat is increased; whilst, to use Virgil's expression with reference to the fields,


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 Wherefore women are most prone to conceive either just before or just subsequent to the menstrual flux, for at these periods there is a greater degree of heat and moisture, two conditions necessary to generation. In the same manner when other animals are in heat, the genital organs are moist and turgid.

Such is the state of the uterus as I have found it before birth. In pregnant women, as I have before stated, the uterus increases in proportion to the fœtus, and attains a great size. Immediately after birth, I have seen it as large as a man's head, more than a thumb's breadth in thickness, and loaded with vessels full of blood. It is, indeed, most wonderful, and, as Fabricius remarks, quite beyond human reason, how such a mass can diminish to so vast an extent in the space of fifteen or twenty days. It happens as follows: immediately on the expulsion of the fœtus and its membranes, the uterus gradually contracts, narrows its neck, and shrinks inwardly into itself; partly by a process of diaphoresis, partly by means of the lochia, its bulk insensibly lessens; and the neighbouring parts, bones, abdomen, and all the hypogastric region, at the same time diminish and recover their firmness. The lochial discharge at first resembles pure blood; it then becomes of a sanious character, like the washings of flesh, and is otherwise pale and serous. At this last stage, when no longer tinged with blood, the women call it "the coming of the milk," for the reason probably that at that time the breasts are loaded with milk, and the lochia sensibly diminish; as if the nutritive matter was then transferred to the breasts from the uterus.

In other animals the process is shorter and simpler; in them the parts concerned recover their ordinary bulk and consistence in one or two days. In fact, some, as the hare and rabbit, admit the buck, and again become fecundated, an hour after kindling. In like manner, I have stated that the hen admits the cock immediately on laying. Women, as they alone have a menstruous, so have they alone a lochial discharge; added to which they are exposed to disorders and perils immediately after birth, either from the uterus, through feebleness, contracting too soon, or from the lochia becoming vitiated or suppressed. For it often happens, especially in delicate women, that foul and putrid lochia set up fevers and other violent


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 symptoms. Because the uterus, torn and injured by the separation of the placenta, especially if any violence has been used, resembles a vast internal ulcer, and is cleansed and purified by the free discharge of the lochia. Therefore do we conclude as to the favorable or unfavorable state of the puerperal woman from the character of these excretions. For if any part of the placenta adhere to the uterus, the lochial discharges become fetid, green, and putrid; and sometimes the powers of the uterus are so reduced that gangrene is the result, and the woman is destroyed.

If clots of blood, or any other foreign matter, remain in the uterine cavity after delivery, the uterus does not retract nor close its orifice; but the cervix is found soft and open. This I ascertained in a woman, who, when laboring under a malignant fever, with great prostration of strength, miscarried of a fœtus exhibiting no marks of decomposition, and who afterwards lay in an apparently dying state, with a pulse scarcely to be counted, and cold sweats. Finding the uterine orifice soft and open, and the lochia very offensive, I suspected that something was undergoing decomposition within; whereupon I introduced the fingers and brought away a "mole" of the size of a goose's egg, of a hard, fleshy, and almost cartilaginous consistence, and pierced with holes, which discharged a thick and fetid matter. The woman was immediately freed from her symptoms, and in a short time recovered.

When the neck of the uterus contracts in a moderate degree after birth, and certain pains, called by the midwives "after pains," ensue, in consequence of the difficulty with which the clots are expelled, the case is considered a favorable one, and is so in fact; for it indicates vigour on the part of the uterus, and that it is inclined readily to contract to its usual bulk; the result of which is that the lochia are duly expelled, and health restored to the woman.

But I have observed in some women the uterine orifice so closed immediately after parturition, that the blood has been retained in the uterus, and then, becoming putrid, has induced the most dangerous symptoms; and when art did not avail to promote its exit, the woman has presently died.

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 hot; finding the uterine orifice hard and firmly closed, I forcibly dilated the part by means of an iron instrument sufficiently to admit of my introducing a syringe and throwing up an injection; the effect of which was that grumous and fetid blood, to the amount of several pounds, flowed away, with present relief of the symptoms.

The wife of a doctor of divinity was brought to me; a lady of a very tolerable constitution, but who was barren, and having an extreme desire for progeny, had tried all kinds of prescriptions in vain. In her the catamenia appeared at their proper period; but at times, especially after horse exercise, a bloody and purulent discharge came from the uterus, and then, in a short time, ceased suddenly. Some considered the case as one of leucorrhœa; others, led chiefly by the fact that the discharge was not continually present, and in small quantities, but appeared by intervals and in abundance, suspected a fistulous ulcer; whereupon they examined the whole vagina by means of a speculum uteri, and applied various remedies, but in vain; when I was at length called to her. I opened the uterine orifice, and immediately two spoonfuls of pus came away of a sanious character and tinged with streaks of blood. On seeing this I said that there was a hidden ulcer in the uterine cavity, and by applying suitable remedies I restored her to her former state of health. But during the time when I was engaged in her cure, when the ordinary remedies did not appear to be doing much good, I applied stronger ones, suspecting as I did that the ulcer was of long standing, and perhaps covered by exuberant granulations. I therefore added a little Roman vitriol to the injection employed previously, the effect of which was to make the uterus contract suddenly and become as hard as a stone; at the same time various hysterical symptoms showed themselves, such, I mean, as are generally supposed by physicians to arise from constriction of the uterus, and the rising of "foul vapours" therefrom. The symptoms continued some time, until by the application of soothing and anodyne remedies the uterus relaxed its orifice; upon which the acrid injection, together with a putrid sanies, was expelled, and in a short time the patient recovered.

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 until at last, when we came out on the bank of a strong and swiftly flowing river, I was fairly done, and felt that, had the journey continued much longer, I must have been forced to give in.

November threw down his pack and signed to me to remain beside it, while he walked off downstream, only to reappear with a canoe.

We were soon aboard her. Of the remainder of our journey I am sorry to say I can recall very little. The rustle of the water as it hissed against our stem, and the wind in the birches and junipers on the banks, soon lulled me. I was only awakened by the canoe touching the bank at Big Tree.

Big Tree Portage is a recognized camping-place, situated between the great main lumber-camp of Briston and Harpur and the settlement of St. Amiel, and it lies about equidistant from both.

Old fire-scars in the clearing showed black not more than thirty yards from the water. From the canoe we were in full sight of the scene of the tragedy.

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 uterus is, and how readily it closes on the approach of danger, especially when urgent symptoms accompany the puerperal state. Women are peculiarly subject to these accidents, especially those among them who lead a luxurious life, or whose health is naturally weak, and who easily fall into disorders. Country women, and those accustomed to a life of labour, do not become dangerously ill on such small grounds. Some of them may be found pregnant a month after delivery; whilst two months frequently elapse before others are able to set about the ordinary occupations of life.

It is laid down by Hippocrates, that as many days are required for the "after-purgings" as there are for the formation of the fœtus; therefore there are more for a female than a male child. "But this," says Scaliger, "is false; for in none of our women do "the cleansings" last more than a month; in very many they cease on the fifteenth day; in some even on the seventh day: and I have seen a case where they lasted only until the third day, although the woman had borne twins." Galen has many observations on this subject in his work, (On the Formation of the Fœtus.) In the New World, it is said that the woman keeps apart the day only on which she is delivered, and then returns to her ordinary occupations.

I will add, in conclusion, an extraordinary instance told me by the noble Lord George Carew, Earl of Totness, and long Lord-Lieutenant of Munster in Ireland—he who wrote the history of these times. A woman, great with child, was following her husband, who served as a soldier, and it happened that the army, when on the march, was compelled to halt for the space of an hour near a small river which impeded their passage; whereupon the woman, who felt her labour at hand, retired to a neighbouring thicket, and there, without the aid of a midwife or any other preparation, gave birth to twins; after she had washed both herself and them in the running stream, she wrapped the infants in a coarse covering, tied them on her back, and the same day marched barefoot twelve miles with the army, without the slightest harm ensuing. The following day the Viceroy, Earl Mountjoy, who at that time was leading an


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 bare space in front of the shelter, beside the charred logs of a camp-fire, a patch of blue caught my eye.

This, as my sight grew accustomed to the light, resolved itself into the shape of a huge man. He lay upon his face, and the wind fluttered the blue blouse which he was wearing. It came upon me with a shock that I was looking at the body of Henry Lyon, the murdered man.

November, standing up in the canoe, a wood picture in his buckskin shirt and jeans, surveyed the scene in silence, then pushed off again and paddled up and down, staring at the bank. After a bit he put in and waded ashore. In obedience to a sign I stayed in the canoe, from which I watched the movements of my companion. First, he went to the body and examined it with minute care; next, he disappeared within the shelter, came out, and stood for a minute staring towards the river; finally, he called to me to come ashore.

I had seen November turn the body over, and as I came up I was aware of a great ginger-bearded face, horribly pale, confronting the sky. It was easy to see how the man had died, for the

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172Rh foes. One gathers that the Government regards war with America as unavoidable in the long run. The argument would be that the economic imperialism of the United States will not tolerate the industrial development of a formidable rival in the Pacific, and that sooner or later the Japanese will be presented with the alternative of dying by starvation or on the battlefield. Then Bushido will come into play, and will lead to choice of the battlefield in preference to starvation. Admiral Sato (the Japanese Bernhardi, as he is called) maintains that absence of Bushido in the Americans will lead to their defeat, and that their money-grubbing souls will be incapable of enduring the hardships and privations of a long war. This, of course, is romantic nonsense. Bushido is no use in modern war, and the Americans are quite as courageous and obstinate as the Japanese. A war might last ten years, but it would certainly end in the defeat of Japan.

One is constantly reminded of the situation between England and Germany in the years before 1914. The Germans wanted to acquire a colonial empire by means similar to those which we had employed; so do the Japanese. We considered such methods wicked when employed by foreigners; so do the Americans. The Germans developed their industries and roused our hostility by competition; the Japanese are similarly competing with America in Far Eastern markets. The Germans felt themselves encircled by our alliances, which we regarded as purely defensive; the Japanese, similarly, found themselves isolated at Washington (except for French sympathy) since the superior diplomatic skill of the Americans has brought us over to their side. The Germans


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Captain was neither drowned nor poisoned, neither miasmatised nor anatomised. But, before we proceed to account for him, we must look back to a young lady, of whom some little notice was taken in the first chapter; and who, though she has since been out of sight, has never with us been out of mind; Miss Susannah Touchandgo, the forsaken of the junior Crotchet, whom we left an inmate of a solitary farm, in one of the deep valleys under the cloudcapt summits of Meirion, comforting her wounded spirit


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] Michel Sirot and Pierre Creno, servants on board the Esperance, followed us in our proscription.

Dauribeau had robbed me of all my collections. When we left Sourabaya, I had intrusted to the care of Lahaie, the gardener, eleven bread-fruit trees, and an equal number of the roots and stems of this valuable plant, kept in clay in perfect preservation, and fit to produce as many young trees. He promised to take the best care of them, and gave me a receipt for the deposit.

The greater part of the crews were thrown into the prisons of the Tomagon of Sourabaya, from whence they were taken out some time after, part to be sent into those of Batavia, and part to remain with Dauribeau.

We left Sourabaya on the 24th of February.

This town is situated in 7° 14′ 28″ south lat. 110° 35′ 43″ east long.

The variation of the magnetic needle was 2° 31′ 14″ west, and the distance 25°.

After a long course of fatigue we at length arrived at Samarang, on the morning of the 11th March.

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344 KATE'S WINTER IN WASHINGTON. “What is it?” she asked, and her voice and her angry eyes cut his heart like a knife. “I should have listened just as quickly without your swearing.”

“Don't speak in that way, Kate!” he exclaimed, in a tone that trembled with suppressed feeling; but it sounded go abrupt and quick that Kate mistook the emotion for anger.

“If you wish to hold any conversation with me, I should advise you to adopt a different manner,” she said, with the same forced calmness. “I do not choose to be insulted or made ridiculous.”

“Oh, Kate! is it really you speaking!” he faltered.

“Really myself, Mr, Everett; and I am rapidly discovering which is the real you—a very different man from the person I thought I knew.”

He could not trust his voice for a moment; besides, he remembered that they could not stand so near the crowd and do private theatricals, He led her away through the dancing- room into a little boudoir which chanced to be empty, and Circe and her fiend, standing side by side, saw them go.

Phil Marsden muttered o naughty word, and Circe laughed outright.

“Afraid of a reconciliation!” sneered she.

“You know very well it would upset all our plans,” he answered, in a low tone.

“And I understand all your private ones, too,” she answered, with a gracious smile, meant for any lookers-on, and a gleam in her eyes intended for Phil's special benefit.

“Don't talk melodrama,” said he, impatiently.

“Nonsense, as if I didn’t see! You have gone crazy over the creature’s golden hair and white shoulder.”

“Now come up with your jealousy and spoil everything,” he muttered. I can tell you one thing, if we fail in this plan, and don’t make anything out of old Wallingford, you will have to shift for yourself, for I shalt be done up.”

“Jealous of you! Run away with the girl, if you please, and she is fool enough to go.”

“Yes, you would like playing the part of the injured wife, wouldn’t you, Mrs, Lily?”

“Very much; I dare say I could make it pay.”

“Don’t let's quarrel,” returned he, quietly. “We always ruin things if we both get angry at once.”

“Well said, Philip, my king—to hear is to obey! Speak your commands.”

“Don’t give that fellow a chance to talk her cover, that's all.”

“No danger. Your white dove—was that what you named her? has a fine temper of her own. But I'll manage to be in at the death. You go and dance—it's no time for you to meddle.”

Kate and Everett stood in the dimly-lighted chamber, with the guy music and the laughing murmurs of the crowd surging in from the ballroom and -

“What did you mean, Kate? How have you found me so different from the man you believed me?"

“Every way!” she exclaimed, passionately. “You have taught me to doubt your word: see that you are deceitful, imperious, exacting, determined that I shall be a slave to your whims, while you enjoy the largest liberty——”

“Go on,” he said, when she paused in her insane tirade, “you can't have exhausted all your powers of invective yet.”

“Let this end,” cried she, stung into fresh anger. “No two people were ever so utterly unsuited to each other. You haven’t an ambition in the world; to flirt, dance, be a mere man of society in enough for you. I want more than that,”

“What more?"

“So much more than you could offer that it is idle to talk of it.”

“You are serious? You wish to part for ever?”

“Is it any good to keep up this farce of an engagement? You say that I make you wretched; I know I am so—let it end. We will each go on alone,”

“And this is a woman’s faith, a woman's truth!” he exclaimed, “So be it—let it end! Go your own way—I warn you where it will lead! Trust those people—as sure as you and I live they will bring you into trouble and disgrace.”

“Do you dare to use a word like that in connection with my name?” she cried. “You have reminded me that I am a woman, as if no other word could express your contempt. At least, remember that because I am one, I am powerless to avenge an insult.”

“You know that I had no intention of insulting you, Kate! You have tried me beyond the possibility of forbearance—”

“And you have repaid me in return—we are quits every way.”

“At least, remember my last words—beware of those people! If possible, the woman is worse than——”

“Stop! Don't come from whispering compliments in her ear to hissing slanders into mine.”

«Remember, I warned you—I can do nothing more. You are wild, mad! When this insanity

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 with air and exercise, rustic cheer, music, painting, and poetry, and the prattle of the little Ap Llymrys.

One evening, after an interval of anxious expectation, the farmer, returning from market, brought for her two letters, of which the contents were these:

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I am anxious to learn what are your present position, intention, and prospects. The fairies who dropped gold in your shoe, on the morning when I ceased to be a respectable man in London, will soon find a talismanic channel for transmitting you a stocking full of dollars, which will fit the shoe, as well as the foot of Cinderella fitted her slipper. I am happy to say, I am again


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 become a respectable man. It was always my ambition to be a respectable man; and I am a very respectable man here, in this new township of a new state, where I have purchased five thousand acres of land, at two dollars an acre, hard cash, and established a very flourishing bank. The notes of Touchandgo and Company, soft cash, are now the exclusive currency of all this vicinity. This is the land in which all men flourish; but there are three classes of men who flourish especially,—mthodist preachers, slave-drivers, and paper-money manufacturers; and as one of the latter, I have just painted the word on a fine slab of maple, which was green and growing when I arrived, and have discounted for the settlers, in my own currency, sundry bills, which are to be paid when the proceeds of the crop they have just sown shall return from New Orleans; so that


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 my notes are the representatives of vegetation that is to be, and I am accordingly a capitalist of the first magnitude. The people here know very well that I ran away from London; but the most of them have run away from some place or other; and they have a great respect for me, because they think I ran away with something worth taking, which few of them had the luck or the wit to do. This gives them confidence in my resources, at the same time that, as there is nothing portable in the settlement except my own notes, they have no fear that I shall run away with them. They know I am thoroughly conversant with the principles of banking, and as they have plenty of industry, no lack of sharpness, and abundance of land, they wanted nothing but capital to organize a flourishing settlement; and this capital I have manufactured to the extent required, at the


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KATE'S WINTER IN WASHINGTON.345. for excitement has worn off, you will see where you stand.”

“I shall not ask your sid, at least.”

“Oh! you never loved me!” he groaned, in mingled anger end despair. “You wore false from the first—you have no heart.”

“If T had, you would have broken it,” she answered. “Now go; I will not speak again.”

More insane words were on his lips; they died suddenly, for Circe’s laughing voice sounded from the door-way, where she stood as preity as a flower-crowned sylph, calling out.

«Babes in the woods, please to come back to the ordinary world—you are both wanted.”

Everett dashed past her out of the room without a word, and hurried from the house.

“Bless me, what a tragic exit!” exclaimed Mrs. Marsden, “Such a combination of King Lear and Hamlet I never saw in all my life.”

Then, as if she, for the first time, perceived Kate's strange look and statue-like attitude, she hurried toward her, saying, in her tenderest voice.

“My darling, what has happened? Are you ill?

“No, no!" cried Kate,

“What has he said or done? Oh, Kate! that aan will kill you yet.”

“That man will not trouble me any more, Lily.”

“What, is it all ended?”

“Yes! There, don’t ask me questions! 1 aust go and dance. Where is your husband? this waltz is his. Where is Mr. Marsden?”

“Here—always at your service,” said Phil Marsden’s silky voice.

“And he had always better be, if he expects me to tolerate him,” laughed Circe, “Remember that, Kate.”

Kate laughed in return; and as Marsden whirled her away among the dancers, it seemed to her as if the whole world were sweeping into chaos before her eyes.

CHAPTER VI.

Dating from that night, Kate's willfulness and craving for excitement seemed daily to increase.

It was the gayest winter Washington had known for years; a new Administration was coming in, so that, beside the unusual festivities, party plots, and political machinations of all sorts and sizes were more rife than usual.

Everett was gone, he firmly believed forever: though the fact that he could not bring himself to start on his southern trip, and the eagerness with which he devoured every scrap of Washington intelligence, where its social life was concerned, might have made him doubt the stability of many of his stately revolutions, if it had been another's case, and be able, with all the facts before him, to give a more unbiased opinion than he could do in this personal matter.

For a time his anger kept him strong, as that unchristian passion generally does; but not being blessed or cursed with quite so much obstinacy as many, when the separation from Kate dulled the edge of his rage, such hosts of painful thoughts made his heart ache, that he was forced to confess he had by no means succeeded in uprooting her empire over that very necessary but exceedingly uncomfortable organ.

Showing him to you only as a man in love, I dare say you have gained no high opinion of Harry Everett’s abilities. That is your mistake, owing to my stupidity; but he was a man really possessed of an unusual amount of brains, That, in a certain way, some of the best talents he owned had been slower in development than is customary with most of our precocious youths, (who graduate from college at eighteen with such eclat that, if they lived to the age of the patriarche, they would never get a step beyond the promise of their early successes,) was the very best augury for his future.

While Harry endured his heartaches, his remorse for whatever he felt had been his fault, struggled along under the dreadful feeling that the world had come to an end, and that all coming time could hold no hope of peace or happiness for him, Kate was rushing on in her career, and piling up troubles enough to dash her youth out when the final crush should come.

As far as an unmarried girl could be, she was at the head and front of all social triumphs—and you can imagine how women hated her. It was not enough for her to have the ordinary excesses of young ladyhood, she must needs rush into the married women's province—make her uncle's parties and dinners the notable feature of the season, flirt with married men, and do petticoated politics. Her triumph was complete, and neither she or her uncle had the slightest suspicion of alt the harsh things that were whispered about her.

Her intimacy with the Marsdens increased daily, and though there were those who could have warned her—-of course, nobody did it; probably she would not have listened if anybody had. Did you ever profit by another person's experience? �

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590-603] his pontificate writing almost once a month to the Rector Siciliae, the subdeacon whom he long employed in positions of trust in different parts of Italy. The letters shew minute care for justice, for the suppression of unjust exactions, for the redress of grievances, as well as for the maintenance of proprietary rights: besides the great landlord, there speaks the great bishop and shepherd of the souls of men. No matter was too small for the pope's attention, whether it was a safeguard for the interests of a convert from Judaism, a direction as to the disposal of cows and calves, of houses and granaries, or a criticism of the provision for personal needs. "You have sent us," he once wrote, "a miserable horse and five good donkeys. The horse I cannot ride because it is miserable, nor the donkeys, good though they be, because they are donkeys." Different views have been taken of this interesting correspondence between Gregory and his factor, but at least it reveals the very close attention which the pope paid to detail in the oversight of the vast possessions of his see. "As we ought not to allow property belonging to the Church to be lost, so we deem it a breach of law to try to take what belongs to others," are words which might serve as a motto for his relation towards temporal things. With minute care he stopped the abuses which had stained the administration under his predecessors. But above all the pope endeavoured to shew inpractical alms-giving the fervent charity of his heart. John the Deacon tells that there was still preserved, nearly three hundred years later, among the muniments of the Lateran, a large book in which the names of the recipients of his benefactions, in Rome or the suburbs, in the Campagna and on the coast, were set down. In nothing was he more insistent than in the duty of ransoming captives, those taken in the wars and sold as slaves in markets even so far away as Libya. Many letters deal with the subject, convey his exhortations to bishops to join in the work and return thanks for the gifts he had received to help it. Thus did the largest landowner in Italy endeavour to discharge the duties of his trust.

From his administration of the papal patrimony we pass naturally to his policy as a ruler, his dealings with the affairs of the world, as a statesman and as a pope.

As a statesman his first and closest concern was with the Lombards. Already he had been concerned in endeavouring to protect Rome and the parts of Italy still unconquered: that had been the special object of his long embassy at Constantinople. The emperors had given no aid, but the Franks had caused a diversion by thrice attacking the Lombards in flank. But the snake was not killed, hardly scotched; and before Gregory had been long on the throne peace between Franks and Lombards had been made by the new king Agilulf, who had married Theodelinda, the late king's widow, and he turned the thoughts of the Lombards towards the extension of their conquests from imperial Rome.


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laughing remark, and ate his solitary dinner in a silence that grew grimmer and more grim as the hours wore on and Maisie did not return. Stretched at full length in a huge chair before the fire, the mask above his bent head staring out into the gloom of the big room, only lighted by the flaming heaped coals in the wide grate, the man brooded, chin on hand, seeing in the red heart of the fire endless pictures of the two, Maisie and Miles, each of which added fuel to the fire that was slowly rising in his jealous heart. Pictures, too, of the past, that had been so entirely happy and blessed till last night—now such untold ages ago—till their quarrel, the quarrel over that mask. Everything seemed to have gone wrong since he bought the wretched thing! How Maisie had hated it at first; now she didn’t seem to mind it—had hung it there above the mantelpiece with her own pretty hands. Now he seemed to have started a dislike for it—funny how the firelight leaping up then seemed to give the thing a horrible look of life! Almost as if it smiled, and the eye-slits looked down at him oddly, obliquely; whoever it was taken from, he must have been a horrible old devil, with a taste for blood…. Trelawney jumped suddenly, startled at his own thought, unconsciously uttered aloud. Getting up from his seat, he stood staring at the head, hung on a level with his own, to the left of the tall mirror that occupied the centre of the space above the mantelpiece.

“Now what put that into my head, I wonder?” he muttered, as his troubled grey eyes wandered over the sinister, fine-drawn face etched clearly in the leaping firelight. “I suppose it’s that murder business. What did the old man say—‘turn your eyes away,’ or something of the sort? ‘I’ve done what you wanted’—extraordinary idea! … I suppose it was a mask worn by some priest for sacrifices—perhaps human—who knows? Anyway, you old brute, I suppose one of those psychic asses would get a fine yarn out of your ‘thirst for blood’ still fulfilling itself….”

The words died away, and Trelawney’s gaze was fixed on the curious, dreadful hollows where eyes should be—his jaw was dropped, a little slack, and his eyes were dull and fixed. Holes in a mask, blank hollows where human eyes had once looked out—on what horrors, what unspeakable orgies of blood and evil! Who could say? Holes, blank and black and eyeless—yet were they eyeless in truth? In the leaping flicker of the firelight, how could one be sure that eyes no longer

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244 Still the ancient Empire, dimmed in its glory and with ill-welded traditions from Christian and pagan past, held out in the great cities of Genoa and Naples, of Ravenna and Rome, the two last the centres of government under exarch and pope. At first the danger seemed to come not from the king but from one of the dukes. At Spoleto on the Flaminian Way was settled a Lombard colony of invaders under Ariulf, the outposts of whose territory were almost within sight of Rome; and Gregory when he wrote to his friends at Constantinople declared that he found himself "bishop not of the Romans but of the Lombards, men whose promises are swords and whose grace a pain."

Against "the unspeakable Ariulf" he was ever on the watch. In 591 and 592 he was taking constant precaution, telling the Magister militum at Perugia to fall, if need be, on his rear, and bidding the clergy and people of the lesser cities in the neighbourhood to be on their guard and to obey the pope's representative in all things. Step by step the Lombard duke approached, as yet without active hostility. In July 592 at length he spoke of Ariulf as being close to the city, "slaying and mutilating"; and Arichis, the Lombard duke of Benevento, was at the same time threatening Naples. The pope himself sent a military commander to the southern city. He bitterly resented the weakness of Romanus the exarch, which prevented him from dealing in martial fashion with the duke of Spoleto. Left helpless, he prepared to make a peace with Ariulf, and in July 592 it seems that a separate agreement was concluded which saved Rome from sack. Paul the Deacon tells that an interview between the Lombard duke and the Roman bishop made the "tyrant" ever after a devoted servant of the Roman Church. "His heart was touched by divine grace, and he perceived that there was so much power in the pope's words that with humblest courtesy he made satisfaction to the most religious Apostolic bishop." Gregory's statesmanship and charm won a diplomatic victory which preserved Rome from the Lombards.

But indirectly it would seem as if this success laid the city open to another attack. Romanus the exarch was encouraged by it to secure the communications between Ravenna and Rome by a campaign which recovered many cities, including Perugia, from the Lombards. This new activity on the part of the Empire which he may well have deemed moribund aroused Agilulf, the Lombard king, to action. He marched southwards, recaptured Perugia, and put to death Maurisio, a duke of the Lombards, who had surrendered the city to the exarch and now held if for the Empire. Thence he marched to Rome.

Gregory was illustrating Ezekiel, in sombre homily, by the tragic events of his day, the decay of ancient institutions, the devastation of country, the destruction of cities. Daily came news which deepened the gloom of his picture, till at length he closed the book and set himself to defend the city. The defence as before was that of spiritual not


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THE TATLER hid behind those long slits in the lean and terrible countenance, wreathing now into a faint but significant grin of knowledge and understanding as those dark holes, alight with horrible life, stared back into Trelawney’s own? Gripping the edge of the mantel-piece hard with his trembling hands, the man tried dimly to pull himself together, to withdraw his gaze from those awful hollows, where his very soul seemed to be sinking, disappearing, being drawn into some wild and dark and horrible vortex, where sanity, decency, all that made him a man, must inevitably drown and vanish. Wider and wider wreathed the sardonic grin on the lean, leathern face, crossed and recrossed with lines of age-old evil, as the awful, blank black eyes glared into his; from them there seemed to flow a sort of spiritual miasma, a dark, slow flood of mental poison that was gradually, insidiously, flowing, trickling round and over Trelawney’s soul, slowly but with ghastly sureness sucking down, drowning, extinguishing all that went to make a strong, sane, well-balanced man. Heavy shudders shook the man’s body; his face was deathly white and shining with tiny beads of perspiration as he gripped the mantel-piece, the straining knuckles starting out white against his brown hand—staring, staring into the black hollows where surely flamed two dark and terrible eyes, twin points of the magnet that was drawing out his soul!

The clock ticked slowly, distinctly, into the dead silence; the tiny flop of a breaking coal, the cheep and scutter of a mouse behind the wainscot—otherwise, not a sound broke the hush of the waiting-room where Jack Trelawney—clean, healthy Englishman—clung to the stone mantel, drawing little sobbing breaths that barely stirred the warm air, his eyes blank and fixed, his mind wandering at large in strange and dreadful lands…. Dim temples lit by pale torches, and strange masked figures that crouched, all silent, round an altar on which burnt a blue-green flame … the sound of faint chanting, a thin and awful laughter, and at last one high-pitched scream of shrill and ghastly agony, as the blue flame leapt high and showed in the flash of a moment a knife dripping blood above a writhing form…. Then swifter and more swiftly before the dulled eyes of the hypnotised man fled horror upon horror—dark glades where strange figures followed a faint flickering light to a distant hilltop, leaving the path behind them bloody; a whirl of cruel pale faces daubed with a crimson that stained more deeply than any dye; and again the blue flame rose thin into the midnight

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593-595] material arms. Agilulf met Gregory on the steps of St Peter's, and the weighty wisdom of the prelate gave power to his prayers for the city: they prevailed, the siege was abandoned, and Agilulf went back to Milan, where the letters of Gregory were as familiar to the clergy and as powerful as was his rule in Rome.

Thither came epistles to Theodelinda, the Arian Agilulf's Catholic wife, instructing her in the right belief as to the still unfinished strife about the Three Chapters, and to Constantius the bishop, begging him to negotiate a peace between the Lombards and the Empire.

Peace was impossible so long as the Caesar at Constantinople claimed the lordship of all Italy, and the Lombard barbarian asserted all real power over the peninsula. Nor was Gregory at the time the person to bring the foes together, for in August 593 he had written to the Emperor Maurice in terms of criticism strangely bold and direct. When Maurice was "not yet lord of all" he had been Gregory's own lord, and still the pope would call himself the unworthy servant of the pious Emperor. But a new edict which forbade a civil servant of the Empire, or a soldier, to become priest or monk, seemed to him a monstrous infringement of individual and religious liberty. By it, he said, the way to heaven would be closed to many, for while there were those who could lead a religious life in a secular dress, yet more there were who unless they forsook all things could in no way attain salvation. What answer would he, who from notary had been made by God first captain, then Caesar, then Emperor, then father of Emperor yet to be, and to whose care the priests of God had been entrusted, make to the divine inquest of the Last Day if not one single soldier was allowed to be converted to the Lord? And Gregory drew a lurid picture of the "end of the ages" which seemed to be at hand, the heavens and the earth aflame and the elements melting with fervent heat, and the Divine Judge ready to appear with the six orders of angels in His train. Yet it is an illustration of the fidelity with which Gregory performed all his secular obligations that he had caused the law against which he so vehemently protested to be published in the usual way.

This was not the only divergence in opinion between the pope and the imperial Court. Gregory, with all his respect for authority, was at least able to hold his own, and there was for a while at least no breach in the friendly relations with Constantinople. Maurice sent relief to the sufferers from the Lombard invasion, and Gregory lost no opportunity of advising that the separate peace which he had made with Agilulf should be enlarged at least into a general truce. Gregory, inter gladios Langobardorum, could appreciate the needs of Italy in a way that was impossible for the distant Augustus. In 595 however the divergence came to a head. The Emperor reviewed the pope's peace policy in terms of contemptuous condemnation and Gregory answered in one of the most vigorous of all his letters, dated June 595. He resented the imputation


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Laughing and chattering, Maisie came in, untying her grey veil from about her face. The old Trelawney?—Was it the old Maisie who, glancing hurriedly about her, said in a whisper, “It’s all right, darling,” and, turning, held out her arms to Miles?

Trelawney’s fingers clenched tighter, but he forbore—no, let her hang herself completely, damn her, and the fellow, too. Wait—wait—and he’d got ’em both…. Miles, his open brow creased by an anxious little frown, switched on the light and came half-hesitatingly forward.

“Maisie—I don’t know whether I’d better stay. Where’s Jack?”

Ill at ease, vaguely conscience-stricken, he stood, looking down at the girl on the hearthrug; above them the mask grinned as she reached up to put her arms round his neck.

“Jack—Jack—he’s asleep, fed up with me for running away with you, Miles!” she laughed, drawing her slender length up against the soldier’s stalwart frame. Still uneasy, he held her away, frowning, puzzled.

“Wait awhile, May. Look here, old thing, there’s something wrong to-night. I swear there is! You—we never acted like this before … and you know…” The lame sentence was drowned as she laid a slim hand across his mouth and laughed up into his troubled eyes.

“Silly—don’t argue! Now you know you never kissed me yesterday—you stopped half way, you ungallant boy…. Kiss me now, Miles—oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!”

A red flame darted before Trelawney’s eyes as he saw their lips meet in a wildly passionate kiss; with a hoarse laugh of rage that, strangely enough, seemed to be echoed and surrounded by another and a more terrible laugh that seemed to fill and deafen the very air around him, he flung the curtain aside and stood revealed, the revolver levelled in his hand. Even as he pulled the trigger he saw the mask, sharply distinct in the light, its cruel mouth all awry with awful merriment, its blank eyes alight and blazing, watching him.

“Jack! Jack! Jack, dearest—look at me!” Surely it was Maisie’s voice, her old loving, darling voice, shaking with tears and full of love; from a long way off, it seemed to Trelawney, that voice penetrated through a thickness of gloom and dark terror and anguish that had for untold ages hidden him.

With a great effort he opened his eyes, and, blinking up in the strong light, looked straight into his wife’s anxious face and, above it, Miles’ square, honest countenance, fixed in a portentous frown of anxiety. Feebly reaching after memory, Trelawney whispered,

“Maisie—Miles! Why—I thought you—what’s happened? Have I dreamt everything?” He struggled into a sitting position, his head against Maisie’s knees, and on doing so his foot knocked against something, and he glanced down with a sudden cry. The mask lay in pieces on the hearthrug, its evil face twisted and battered out of all recognition. He stretched out a curious hand, but Maisie stopped him with a cry of dismay.

“Don’t, Jack—don’t you touch it again! It’s brought us all three to the brink of the most ghastly mess; leave it there till morning, and the maids shall throw it away, and we’ll forget about it.”

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THE TATLER Trelawney’s eyes, rapidly regaining their old brightness and sanity, widened as he looked from Miles to her and back again. The soldier nodded frankly, and kicked a fragment of the mask away.

“Then it’s not true—it didn’t happen?” Flushing a dull scarlet, Mules nodded, and Maisie gripped her husband’s hand.

“There’s no use lying, Jack, old man, For a crazy hour or two—while this beastly horror was hanging there, only—something seemed to take us both by the throat. I swear that though I’ve always been awfully fond of May as a brother, I never had the remotest feeling for her any other way—nor she for me, I’ll take my solemn oath…. But somehow, as I say, for a few hours something happened to us both, but it’s gone now for ever, and everything’s clear again. You do believe me, old man?”

Trelawney’s old frankly affectionate glance met his as he held out his hand.

“You don’t need to ask, my dear old chap…. Now things are coming back to me again. I remember now, faintly, some of the awful things I seemed to see when I was looking at the mask: I seemed to go off into a sort of dream of sacrifices and magic, and the Lord knows what sort of horrors….”

Maisie suddenly broke in.

“I believe you were right all along, Jack. It must have been a thing somehow used to having blood sacrifices before it, and tried to get them again. I believe old Schroeder’s murdering his wife was just done under the same influence. It all seems like some impossible dream”

Trelawney shuddered as he put his arms round his wife and buried his head in her soft shoulder.

“Good God! To think I nearly fed the vile thing with a double sacrifice to-night; how I missed you I don’t know”

“You slipped a little on the polished floor,” supplied Miles, “and that just saved us all, for your shot went wide and crashed full into the mask. It fell on the hearthrug, and you made for me, and we rolled about fighting each other; you were still mad, but the minute the mask smashed May and I got sane at once, and the one thing she was screaming about the whole time was for me not to hurt you! Well, that scrap of ours finally flattened the thing to smithereens, so all’s well. And we’re all three out of the most awful danger we’re ever likely to meet this side of Hell, where I believe that devilish mask was made.”

“How did you know it was the mask?” Trelawney asked.

“Because once in India I came across something the same sort of thing—and I had a funny feeling about the thing directly I saw it,” said Miles, for once shedding his English dislike of admitting any belief in the supernatural. “And what made me bang certain was that the second the thing

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246 that because he thought that a firm peace could be made, as indeed it had been made, with Ariulf of Spoleto, he was a fool. Fool indeed was he to suffer what he suffered in Rome among the swords of the Lombards; but still he was a servant of the truth, and grave injustice was it to the priesthood that he should be deemed a liar. On behalf of all priests he made dignified protest, recalling the action and words of the great Constantine as a rebuke to his successor in the Empire. "Where all is uncertain I betake myself to tears and prayers that Almighty God will rule with His own hand our most pious lord, and in the terrible judgment will find him free from all offences, and so cause me to please men that I may not offend against His grace."

How the Emperor received this letter we do not know; but already there were other causes of dispute between Rome and Constantinople. His experience had not made the pope very cordial towards Church or State in the New Rome. Useful at Constantinople Gregory must undoubtedly have been, but the fact that he never learned Greek shews at least that there were limits to his usefulness. The information he received would often be inadequate, the means of communication with the people among whom he dwelt incomplete. Official interpreters do not always represent meanings faithfully. Gregory had to deal most with the imperial Court, where his ignorance of Greek may not have been so great a barrier; but, in his relations with the Patriarch, it would at least serve to prevent any strengthening of the friendship between Churches which were already beginning to drift apart.

That the Church was under the rule of five patriarchs was a familiar view, and at least from the time of Vigilius (537-555) it had been accepted in official language at Rome. Thus Gregory had announced his own election to the patriarchs of Constantinople, Alexandria, Jerusalem, and Antioch. His letters shew traces of another theory, that of the three patriarchates, Rome, Antioch, and Alexandria, sharing, as it were, the throne of St Peter. But Constantinople had long asserted a pre-eminence. Justinian had recognised its precedence as second of the great sees, superior to all others save Rome, and had declared the Church of Constantinople to be "the head of all the churches." In doing this no doubt the Empire had claimed no supreme or exclusive dignity for the New Rome, nor asserted any indivisible or unalterable jurisdiction. But what the law recognised had encouraged further expansion of claim. At first the relation between Constantinople and the elder see was regarded as parallel to that between the two capitals: they represented not diversity but unity: as there was one Empire, so there was one Church. When John the Patriarch accepted the formula of faith drawn up by Pope Hormisdas he prefixed to it an assertion of the mutual relation: "I hold the most holy Churches of the old and the new Rome to be one. I define the see of the Apostle Peter and this of the imperial city to be


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332 sent us to take possession of it; but what was our surprise, when, having been introduced to the surgeon, he led us into one of the wards of his hospital, where he shewed us seven beds, which he said had just been made ready for us. There was neither table nor chairs in this place. It was in vain that we represented to him that we were not sick, and did not wish to become so by living in an hospital: his answer always was, that, according to the orders of his Excellency the Governor, he had no other lodging to offer us.

We were obliged at last to appeal to the Governor, and to make him sensible, if possible, of the harshness of such a mode of proceeding with respect to men, who, upon their return from a long and toilsome expedition, undertaken for the advancement of the arts and sciences, had a right to expect a better reception from a civilized nation. It was not, however, till after parleying for several hours, that the order for our imprisonment in an hospital was reversed. We were now permitted to live in the centre of the town, and this was our prison.

Some time after we obtained permission to go to the distance of about 2,500 toises from Samarang, but with the restriction that we should not approach the sea-coast.