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“T don’t know that it is,” he muttered. “But there’s another question of honour now, a paramount question,

between you and me.” “Tell me why it wouldn’t be honourable to use your evidence,” persisted Pat, ignoring the other issue. “You’re making it very hard. It’s true that she-—my wife—has been unfaithful. But that was after we had been long separated in everything but the formalities, and morally I was in no position to blame her.” “You’d been untrue to her?” Ves.’

‘With another woman. Were you very much in love with her, Cary, the other woman?” she asked wistfully. For a moment he hesitated, too long a moment, for a flash of hateful intuition shot through Pat’s quick brain. “There was more than one. There may have been a dozen. Oh, I think you’re revolting!” “I’m not going to lie to you, Pat. I regarded myself as free of all responsibility to hen——” “You’re free of all responsibility to me,” she choked. “Don’t think that I want . “No. I am bound to you by the strongest tie I have ever known. I love you.” ““You’ve loved a hundred other women,” charged Pat, savagely revelling in her exaggeration. “Pve loved no one as I love you.” Despite the banality of the words there was in his speech a quiet force that calmed and convinced her. “Not so that I ever wished to be free and marry.” “Of course,” she said loftily, “there’s no reason why I should be jealous of your past.” “Tt is your future that I have been jealous of always,” he replied. “That is a thousand times harder to bear. And now I am asking you to give it to me.”

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 by what is called the mule machine—that is, by means of a wooden cylinder in relief, with an engraved copper cylinder—was afterwards brought to perfection by one of his sons, the head of the firm of Messrs. Peel & Co., of Church. Stimulated by his success, Robert Peel shortly gave up farming, and removing to Brookside, a village about two miles from Blackburn, he devoted himself exclusively to the printing business. There, with the aid of his sons, who were as energetic as himself, he successfully carried on the trade for several years; and as the young men grew up towards manhood, the concern branched out into various firms of Peels, each of which became a centre of industrial activity and a source of remunerative employment to large numbers of people.

From what can now be learnt of the character of the original and untitled Robert Peel, he must have been a remarkable man—shrewd, sagacious, and far-seeing. But little is known of him excepting from tradition, and the sons of those who knew him are fast passing away. His son, Sir Robert, thus modestly spoke of him:—"My father may be truly said to have been the founder of our family; and he so accurately appreciated the importance of commercial wealth in a national point of view, that he was often heard to say that the gains to individuals were small compared with the national gains arising from trade."

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dishonourable, to be free?” she asked. “To marry you,” he said doggedly. “Yes. There’s
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nothing I’d.stop at.”

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She gave her little, delighted crow. “I believe you wouldn’t. But I’m not going to let you.” “You can’t prevent me.” His brows took on their ironic lift. ‘That is heroics, Pat; motion picture heroics. “To save the other woman.’ ” Pat pouted. “It’s misplaced nobility, my dear. She isn’t entitled to it. She doesn’t care for me. You do.” “Not enough to marry you, though. Not enough to be sure. It’s all so puzzling, Cary.” Her deep, soft voice shook. “I—I don’t understand myself. But I’m just not sure.
 * T wouldn’t marry you if you did.”

Is that terrible of me, dear, not to want to

marry your” “Don’t you love me, Pat?” he asked, incredulous of the doubt itself. “TI suppose I do, now. If it would only last, like this.” “But it can’t go on like this,” he cried hoarsely. “Why can’t it?? she murmured protestingly. The eternal feminine within her, eternally static, eternally con~ servative, eternally fatalistic where its own interests are concerned, was asserting itself. Better the thing as it is, however precarious, than a step in the dark.

Change,

to a woman’s apprehension, is a challenge to the unknown, “Surely you must know. Surely you must realize the constant risk, the constant danger ” “Of being found out? I’m not afraid for myself. You know, Cary, dear, I never can quite believe in danger until it comes. I suppose I ought to. I suppose I ought to feel different in lots of ways. Yet I don’t feel different. Not really. Tell me why, Cary.”

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He bent and kissed the sweet, troubled eyes, the soft,

questioning lips. little Pat!

“My darling!” he said brokenly.

Iwish to God, I'd never come back

“No; don’t wish that.

“My a

I think I’m glad you came,

anyway. It’s been very dull without you, Cary,” she added with childish plaintiveness. “Then wh

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“Don’t ask me any more whys to-night. Please! My head’s so tired with thinking. Throw open the windows. Wide! I want to breathe the spring.” He obeyed. ‘The soft, odour-drenched, earthy wind flowed in, surrounded them, englamoured them, swept them into each other’s arms, “I’m so tired, Cary, dear,” murmured Pat.

Just held me

Hold me close.”

“So tired!

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Tue night was warm, moist, astir with vernal growth, The trees whispered tender secrets to each other. Flowers were being born in the grasses. Clouds formed a light coverlet above an earth too fecund of dreams to sleep soundly. Dee emerged from the side door of the James house and moved down the cedar path, soft as a wraith. The still mansion oppressed her. For two weeks she had hardly stirred beyond earshot of her husband’s petulant, pathetic need of her. Her young blood craved air, the expanses, the sense of space and quiet. Definite verdict had been pronounced that afternoon upon T. Jameson James by Dr. Osterhout, after a careful résumé of the case with the consulting surgeon. He'll last indefinitely. As long, one might say, as he has the will to live. Five years... Ten. Twenty, if he can stand it. Much depends on you, Dee.” “Will he get better?” Osterhout moved uneasily. “Better? Stronger, a little. Not really better. A wheel-chair existence at best.” “T can’t conceive of it for Jim.” “Fell adjust himself to it after a fashion. People do. But he’ll be difficult, dam’ difficult. Have you thought any more of his offer to release you?” “No. And I won’t think of it.” “J wouldn’t have supposed you would, being you. Youw’re a good sort, Dee. And a good sport.” He rubbed his forehead with a stubby forefinger. “As for your owp status—you want me to be frank, don’t you?” 265

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“Yes, Bobs.”

“It’s a life of—well, practical widowhood for you.

You

understand.” Yes; she had understood, and with an influx of relief, Her loyalty would keep her beside her husband, helpless, whereas she would have left him had he been his normal self-centred,

self-sufficient

self.

More;

she would

now

gladly have forgiven him the breach of their private marriage agreement, have accepted the full regimen and responsibility of wifehood could she have borne him the child he wished, the child which might have brought an enduring and saving interest into his ruined life. But from that hateful duty she was absolved; the more reason for standing by him through his ordeal. At worst, she was now free to be faithful in thought and spirit to the man to whom, had he been husband or lover to her, she could have given her all in glorious surrender.

He stepped from the shadow before her. “Dee

of a cedar and stood

a

“Stanley !? Her hands flew to her breast. have you been here?” “Hours. Since dark.” “Why didn’t you send word?” “Would it have been safe to write?” “Quite. Now.”

“How long

“How, now?”

‘Don’t you know? Haven’t you seen Cary Scott?” “Not since I left Baltimore. I came the first moment that I could after making arrangements. Our arrangements.”

They had stood apart.

But now he reached forward,

took her hands, crushed them to his cheek.

she famed and trembled.

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“When can you come with me, Dee?” “With you? Where?” “To England. The divorce can be arranged, and our marriage follow. You can trust me.” “Oh, yes; I can trust you,” she answered dully. “Then, when?”

“I can’t go with you, Stanley.” “Can’t?” he repeated incredulously. ‘When I can feel your pulse leap when I touch your hand, when " “I love you with every breath I take,” she cried low and passionately. She snatched her hands from his grip, wreathed them back of his head, drew his lips down upon hers. “I’ve never dreamed what it could be to love as I love you.” “Come with me,” he said. The wife looked about her like a trapped creature. “T’ve got to make him understand,” she muttered to herself in travail of spirit. “I’ve got to make him see and— and help me. Stanley,” she pleaded, “be kind to me and don’t stop me till I’ve finished telling what I’ve got ta tell.” She related the accident and its sequel in few and simple words. For a time of pulse-beats Wollaston was silent, then: “Poor devil!” he murmured. “Poor, poor devil!” ‘So, you see, dear love——”

“TI see nothing but that we belong to each other. You can’t deny that kiss and what it means. You can’t let me go back alone, Dee. . . . Shall I stay?” “Oh, no!

I couldn’t bear it.”

Now.

“For God’s sake, Stanley, don’t!

Don’t kiss me.”

was me

No!

“Then you must come with me.

fighting for strength, for breath. 2?

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“Dee! Dee! Where are you?” The petulant, flattened voice of helplessness came like a stab of pain through the night. A light, tenuous and sharp, flashed out from the wrecked man’s window. Its ray touched the cedar overshadowing them. Dee answered at once. “I’m coming, Jim. Just a moment. Good-bye, Stanley.” He gathered her into a slow, overniastering pressure of body to body, face to face. “Dee, I love you. I want you.” “T know.

God, how I know!”

“As you love and want me. matter !”

What does anything else

“Oh, love; don’t make it so bitter hard for me!

I can’t

leave him. He needs me so. I can’t! I can’t! “Dee! The pain has come back. Where are you?” “Coming, Jim, dear!” She turned away from Wollaston without another look; heard him thrashing through the bushy growth like a man blinded; felt her knees sag. and give way. She toppled slowly forward and lay, face down upon the earth that gives life, that gives courage, that gives endurance to bear the deadliest hurt, her fingers tearing in agony at the young grasses. Presently she heaved herself up and went into the house. Her mouth was firm, her eyes tearless, A good sort. <A good sport.

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 his own words, which every young man might well stamp upon his soul: "The longer I live," said he, "the more I am certain that the great difference between men, between the feeble and the powerful, the great and the insignificant, is energy—invincible determination—a purpose once fixed, and then death or victory! That quality will do anything that can be done in this world; and no talents, no circumstances, no opportunities, will make a two-legged creature a Man without it."


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For two weeks Pat and Scott lived in a paradise of constant dangers and passionate adventure.

Fate played

into their hands; James, as he recovered a little strength,

developed a strong inclination for Scott’s society, and insisted that he remain at their house as guest. The two men played chess and bezique. To Dee, in her time of ordeal and sacrifice, it was

a relief without

which

she

must have broken to have the invalid taken off her hands for a good part of every day. Twice daily Pat came over from the Knoll, often staying to luncheon on her morning visit and returning directly after dinner to make a fourth hand at bridge whenever James was in fit condition to play. As a matter of course, Scott took her home and ostensibly left her while he went for a long walk alone, before returning to the James place. In reality those hours were spent with Pat in her conservatory.

“When are you going to get tired of me?” she asked pertly, one gold-studded night of stars and soft winds as they sat together at the open window of the secluded room. She was perched on the arm of his chair, her hand overhanging the back to touch the short curls at his temple. He drew her palm downward and spoke with his lips lightly pressed upon it. “When that planet yonder tumbles down out of the sky into your lap.” “But you ought to, you know. They always do.” “Still obsessed by the movies,” he interpreted play-

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“Sometimes I wonder if it is.

&:

Tedoesnt seemtos

real.”

“You're a phantasm yourself,” said he jealously.

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never quite grasp and held you.” “Yet I belong to you, don't I? Or isthat just a— a silly form of words that hasnt any real meaning?” ~ “T's a phrase. You belong to yourself. You always

will. There's that quality of the eternally unattainable, the eternally virginal, about you” “Is there? T love te have you say that! Do you fralg think it, Cary?"

“In the depths of my heart—where you livre” “Bat it wouldn't be so if we were married.” “Tt would always be so, my darling.”

Ever keenly interested in her own character and ita reflex upon others, she took this under thoughtful consideration. “Ive never felt that I could really belong te anyhedy. Not even to you. If I could think it, then perhaps Fd want to marry you. Does that mean that I don’t love yeu, Cary?

Or what?”

“Not as I love you,” he replied with gloomy patience, “Tt means that Fre got to wait.”

“Here? she flashed at him with her bewiklering smile, “But you've been threatening te go away again” . “I ought to.“ he groaned. “I just haven't the will power. Ft would be ike giving up hope to kare you now

“Poor darling

But there was a touch of mockery ia

her pity. “Tf it weren't so termbly dangerous for you.”

Her prood little head went up. “I teld you leng age that I always did what I wanted. Hf i take’ Cea willing te pay for#. Pm not af

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“Because you’ve never suffered,

271.

You’ve never had to

take punishment.” “Have you?” “Tm taking it now, in the thought of our separation. Pat, for God’s sake let me get free, if it is only to be ready, in case——” “No; no; no!” she denied vehemently.

“I won’t be—

captured, compelled. You can go if you want soon as you want to.” “Pat

to, as

1?

“Yes; I know.” MHer lips brushed his cheek in sweet contrition. “That was mean of me. But I just—don’t —want—to—marry you.” She spaced the words with rhythmic deliberation. “I don’t want to marry anybody. . . . And have a lot of kids. . . . And look like Con does now. She waddles.... Cary, were you her lover?” she demanded abruptly. “No

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“T couldn’t bear it if you had been. that anyway, “Tt’s quite “Tf anyone all your gods SV

But you’d say

wouldn’t you? Even to me?” true. I never was.” asked you that about me you’d swear by you weren’t. Wouldn’t you?”

es,”?

“You'd lie about it? I hate to think of your lying. I wonder whether I would if it was put up to me or whether I'd admit that we are lovers.” She brooded darkly for a moment over the word. “I didn’t mean to be, you know,” she added naively. “Whatever fault there was is mine,” he claimed hoarsely,. “Tf there is any just God if She slipped her fingers over his lips, cutting him short“Don’t, Cary. Don’t say ‘if.’ Of course there is,”

“Then He will hold me responsible; not you.”

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She rose, giving her shoulders the quaint, sliding wriggle with which she was wont to slough off, symbolically, problems too troublesome for solution. “Oh, if those things are going to happen, they happen,” she muttered. “That’s the fate part of it. But I do suppose we can’t go on forever. We'll crash, some way.” “Does anyone suspect? Dee?” “T don’t think so. She’s got troubles enough of her own these days. If it’s anyone, it’s Con. She’s been asking some snoopy kind of questions.” “What questions?” “Oh, I don’t know. I told her to go to the devil; that I was over twelve, and she told me I’d better remember

particularly that I was.” “T don’t like that,” said he. “Oh, well; I don’t like it much, myself.

But what can

she do?”

“Talk.” “Not outside the family. Con isn’t that kind. She might tell Fred.” “That would be a pleasant complication,” he observed grimly. “There will be more and more complications all the time,” she fretted. “If you only weren’t married!” “But I thought “Then there wouldn’t be any kick. We could be supposed to be engaged. I suppose we would be engaged!” she added brightly, as if a new thought had struck her. “Being engaged implies being married eventually,” he pointed out. “Not these days,” she retorted. “It doesn’t hold you up for anything and we could snap out of it when we got
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good and ready.

Only—this isn’t the kind of thing you

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 The ex-sergeant-major, the tears in his eyes too, said:

"Well, there is men you 'as to give the C.B. to C.B. means confined to barracks

"Oh, there are!" she exclaimed. "There are And women, too Surely there are women, too

The sergeant-major said:

"Wacks, per'aps I don't know They say women's discipline is like ours Founded on hours!"

She said:

"Do you know what they used to say of the captain She said to herself: "I pray to God the stiff, fatuous beast likes sitting here listening to this stuff Blessed Virgin, mother of God, make him take me Before midnight. Before eleven As soon as we get rid of this No, he's a decent little man Blessed Virgin Do you know what they used to say of the captain I heard the warmest banker in England say it of him

The sergeant-major, his eyes enormously opened, said:

"Did you know the warmest banker in England But there, we always knew the captain was well connected She went on:

"They said of him He was always helping people Holy Mary, mother of God He's my husband It's not a sin Before midnight Oh, give me a sign Or before the termination of hostilities If you give me a sign I could wait "He helped virtuous Scotch students, and broken-down gentry And women taken in adultery All of them


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 round the world, in the famous Ark! he could resolve all the difficulties about the building it, the furnishing it, and the laying up provisions in it for all the collection of kinds that he had made; He could tell us whether all the creatures came voluntier to him to go into the ark, or whether he went a hunting for several years before, in order to bring them together.

He could give us a true relation how he wheedled the people of the next world into the absurd ridiculous undertaking of building a Babel; how far that stupendous stair-case, which was in imagination to reach up to Heaven, was carried, before it was interrupted and the builders confounded; how their speech was alter'd, how many tongues it was divided into, or whether they were divided at all, and how many subdivisions or dialects have been made since that, by which means very few of God's creatures, except the Brutes, understand one another, or care one farthing whether they do or no.

In all these things Satan, who, no doubt, would make a very good chronologist, could settle every Epocha, correct ever Calendar, and bring all our accounts of time to a general agreement, as well the Grecian Olympiads, the Turkish Heghira, the Chinese fictitious accounts of the world's duration, as our blind Julian and Gregorian accounts, which put the world, to this day, in such confusion, that we neither agree in our holy days or working days, fasts or feasts, nor keep the same sabbath in any part of the same globe.

This great Antiquary could bring us to a certainty in all the difficulties of ancient story, and tell us whether the tale of the siege of Troy, and the rape of Helen was a fable of Homer or a history, whether the fictions of the Poets are form'd from their own brain, or founded in facts, and whe-


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 Rh clined to "lump" things. No Japanese artist would think of painting two dogs, or two streams, or two houses that resembled each other in every respect, for he knows that every thing in the universe, whether it be alive or dead, organic or inorganic, differs from every other thing in the universe. Sometimes the difference is easily seen, as that between a shark and a goldfish, or a Negro and a Scandinavian or Teuton. At others it is almost indistinguishable, and can be discovered only by the most accurate micrometer, or the most precise chemical analysis. But always the difference exists, the variation is present, and this fact is the basis for Darwin's belief in the inborn necessity for all living things to vary.

The second factor, that of a struggle for existence, was suggested to Darwin by a reading of Malthus' classic paper on population. All creatures normally tend to increase in numbers. Mating fish produce millions of eggs in a season; chickens rear nestfulls of young; rabbits and guinea-pigs produce litter after litter of young from the matings of two parents—everywhere, both in nature and in domestication, living things seem to be on the increase. And yet we have no evidence that (excluding the rather doubtful influence of man) there are more animals on earth today than there were half a million years ago; the probabilities are that there are fewer. Clearly, therefore, some process is at work which prevents the seeming increase from taking place.


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 46 in hearing than in speaking. Happy is the hearing man; unhappy the speaking man. As long as I hear the truth, I am bathed by a beautiful element, and am not conscious of any limits to my nature. The suggestions are thousandfold that I hear and see. The waters of the great deep have ingress and egress to the soul."

Of the poet, Emerson says that his "sign and credentials are that he announces that which no man foretold." "He is the true and only doctor; he knows and tells; he is the only teller of news, for he was present and privy to the appearance which he describes."

And yet, "poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, or a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations."

How imperfect sometimes these transcripts, and how disappointing, is expressed by Emerson, in his own experience: "With what joy I begin to read a poem, which I confide in as an inspiration! And now my chains are to be broken; I shall mount above these clouds and opaque airs in which I live—opaque, though they seem transparent—and from the heaven of truth I shall see and comprehend my relations. That will reconcile me to life, and


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 Rh renovate nature, to see trifles animated by a tendency, and to know what I am doing. Life will no longer be a noise; now I shall see men and women, and know the signs by which they may be discerned from fools and satans. This day shall be better than my birthday; then I became an animal; now I am invited into the science of the real.

"Such is the hope, but the fruition is postponed. Oftener it falls, that this winged man, who will carry me into the heaven, whirls me into mists, then leaps and frisks about with me as it were from cloud to cloud, still affirming that he is bound heavenward; and I, being myself a novice, am slow in perceiving that he does not know the way into the heavens, and is merely bent that I should admire his skill to rise, like a fowl or a flying-fish, a little way from the ground or the water; but the all-piercing, all-feeding, and ocular air of heaven, that man shall never inhabit. I tumble down again soon into my old nooks, and lead the life of exaggerations as before, and have lost my faith in the possibility of any guide who can lead me thither where I would be."

And yet—"the melodies of the poet ascend, and leap, and pierce into the deeps of infinite time. So far the bard taught me, using his freer speech. But Nature has a higher end, in the production of new individuals, than security; namely, ascension, or the passage of the soul into higher forms."

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 48 not with the intellect, used as an organ, but with the intellect released from all service, and suffered to take its direction from its celestial life; or, as the ancients were wont to express themselves, not with the intellect alone, but with the intellect inebriated by nectar.

"As the traveler who has lost his. way throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world. For if in any manner we can stimulate this instinct, new passages are opened for us into Nature, the mind flows into and through things hardest and highest, and the metamorphosis is possible. This is the reason why bards love wine, mead, narcotics, coffee, tea, opium, the fumes of sandal-wood and tobacco, or whatever other procurers of animal exhilaration."

"The poets," decides Emerson, become—for a time, at least—"liberating gods."

"The ancient British bards had for the title of their order, 'Those who are free throughout the world.' They are free, and they make free; … nations, times, systems, enter and disappear, like threads in tapestry of large figure and many colors; dream delivers us to dream, and while the drunkeness lasts we will sell our bed, our philosophy, our religion, in our opulence."

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 Rh sword-blade, any longer. The conditions are hard, but equal. Thou shalt leave the world, and know the muse only. Thou shalt not know any longer the times, customs, graces, politics, or opinions of men, but shall take all from the muse. For the time of towns is tolled from the world by funeral chimes, but in Nature the universal hours are counted by succeeding tribes of animals and plants, and by growth of joy on joy. God wills also that thou abdicate a manifold and duplex life, and that thou be content that others speak for thee. Others shall be thy gentlemen, and shall represent all courtesy and wordly life for thee; others shall do the great and resounding actions also. Thou shalt lie close hid with Nature, and canst not be afforded to the Capitol or Exchange. The world is full of renunciations and apprenticeships, and this is thine; thou must pass for a fool and a churl for a long season. This is the screen and sheath in which Pan has protected his well-beloved flower, and thou shalt he known only to thine own, and they shall console thee with tenderest love. And thou shalt not be able to rehearse the names of thy friends in thy verse, for an old shame before the holy ideal. And this is thy reward: That the ideal shall be real to thee, and the impressions of the actual world shall fall like summer rain, copious, but not troublesome, to thy invulnerable essence. Thou shalt have the whole land for thy park and manor, the sea for thy bath and navigation, without tax and without envy; the woods and the rivers thou shalt own; and thou shalt


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 50 possess that wherein others are only tenants and boarders. Thou true land-lord! sea-lord; air-lord! Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love, there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee; and though thou shouldst walk the world over thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble."

To Emerson,—as to all great thinkers—the world is a School of Experience. "Illusion, Temperament, Succession, Surface, Surprise, Reality, Subjectiveness—these are the threads on the loom of Time, these are the lords of Life."

"Where do we find ourselves?" he asks. "In a series of which we do not know the extremes, and believe that it has none. We wake and find ourselves on a stair; there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs above us, many a one, which go upward and out of sight. But the Genius which, according to the old belief, stands at the door by which we enter, and gives us lethe to drink, that we may tell no tales, mixed the cup too strongly, and we cannot shake off the lethargy now at noonday. Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree. All things swim and glitter. Our life is not so much threatened as our perception. Ghostlike we glide through Nature, and should not know our place again.


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ing.  And he also made savory food, and brought it unto his father. And he said unto his father, Let my father arise, and eat of his son's venison, that thy soul may bless me.  And Isaac his father said unto him, Who art thou? And he said, I am thy son, thy first-born, Esau.  And Isaac trembled very exceedingly, and said, Who then is he that hath taken venison, and brought it me, and I have eaten of all before thou camest, and have blessed him? Yea, and he shall be blessed.  When Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with an exceeding great and bitter cry, and said unto his father, Bless me, even me also, O my father.  And he said, Thy brother came with guile, and hath taken away thy blessing.  And he said, Is not he rightly name Jacob? for he hath supplanted me these two times. He took away my birthright. And, behold, now he hath taken away my blessing. And he said, Hast thou not reserved a blessing for me?  And Isaac answered and said unto Esau, Behold, I have made him thy lord, and all his brethren have I given to him for servants. And with grain and new wine have I sustained him. And what then shall I do for thee, my son?  And Esau said unto his father, Hast thou but one blessing, my father? Bless me, even me also, O my father. And Esau lifted up his voice, and wept.  And Isaac his father answered and said unto him,

And Esau hated Jacob because of the blessing wherewith his father blessed him. And Esau said in his heart, The days of mourning for my father are at hand. Then will I slay my brother Jacob.  And the words of Esau her elder son were told to Rebekah. And she sent and called Jacob her younger son, and said unto him, Behold, thy brother Esau, as touching thee, doth comfort himself, purposing to kill thee.  Now therefore, my son, obey my voice. And arise, flee thou to Laban my brother to Haran.  And tarry with him a few days, until thy brother's fury turn away.  Until thy brother's anger turn away from thee, and he forget that which thou hast done to him. Then I will send, and fetch thee from thence. Why should I be bereaved of you both in one day?

And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth. If Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these, of the daughters of the land, what good shall my life do me?  And Isaac called Jacob, and blessed him, and charged him, and said unto him, Thou shalt not take a wife of the daughters of Canaan.  Arise, go to Paddan-aram, to the house of Bethuel thy mother's father. And take thee a wife from thence of the daughters of Laban thy mother's brother.  And God Almighty bless thee, and make thee fruitful, and multiply thee, that thou mayest be a company of peoples.  And give thee the blessing of Abraham, to thee, and to thy seed with thee. That thou mayest inherit the land of thy sojournings, which God gave unto Abraham.  And Isaac sent away Jacob. And he went to Paddan-aram unto Laban, son of Bethuel the Syrian, the brother of Rebekah, Jacob's and Esau's mother.

Now Esau saw that Isaac had blessed Jacob and sent him away to Paddan-aram, to take him a wife from thence. And that as he blessed him he gave him a charge, saying, Thou shalt not take a wife of the daughters of Canaan.  And that Jacob obeyed his father and his mother, and was gone to Paddan-aram.  And Esau saw that the daughters of Canaan pleased not Isaac his father.  And Esau went unto Ishmael, and took, besides the wives that he had, Mahalath the daughter of Ishmael Abraham's son, the sister of Nebaioth, to be his wife.

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 Rh … All our days are so unprofitable while they pass, that 'tis wonderful where or when we ever get anything of this which we call wisdom, poetry, virtue. We never get it on any dated calendar day. Some heavenly days must have been intercalated somewhere, like those that Hermes won with dice of the Moon, that Osiris might be born. …

"There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here, at least, we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me, is to know how shallow it is. … The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look at that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us. …

"Life is a train of moods like a string: of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus. From the mountain you see the mountain. We animate what we can, and we see only what we animate. … The secret of the illusoriness is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects. Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorage is quicksand. … We need change of objects. Dedication to one thought is quickly odious. We house


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 52 with the insane, and must humor them; then conversation dies out.

"Once I took such delight in Montaigne that I thought I should not need any other book; before that, in Shakespeare; then in Plutarch; then in Plotinus; at one time in Bacon; afterwards in Goethe; even in Bettine; but now I turn the pages of either of them languidly, whilst I still cherish their genius. …

"The plays of children are nonsense, but very educative nonsense. So it is with the largest and solemnest things, with commerce, government, church, marriage, and so with the history of every man's bread, and the ways by which he has come by it. Like a bird which alights nowhere, but hops perpetually from bough to bough, is the Power which abides in no man and in no woman, but for a moment speaks from this one and for another moment from that one. … The results of life are uncalculated and incalculable. The years teach much which the days never know. … When I converse with a profound mind, or if at any time being alone I have good thoughts, I do not at once arrive at satisfactions, as, when being thirsty, I drink water, or go to the fire, being cold; no! but I am at first apprised of my vicinity to a new and excellent region of life. By persisting to read or think, this region gives further sign of itself, as it were in flashes of light, in sudden discoveries of its profound beauty and repose, as if the cloudy that covered it parted at intervals, and showed the approaching traveler the inland mountains, with the tranquil eternal


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 Rh meadows spread at their base, whereon flocks graze, and shepherds pipe and dance.

"But every insight from this realm of thought is felt as initial, and promises a sequel. I do not make it; I arrive there, and behold what was there already. I make! Oh, no! I clap my hands in infantine joy and amazement before the first opening to me of this august magnificence, old with the love and homage of innumerable ages, young with the life of life, the sunbright Mecca of the desert."

"The Chinese Mencius," writes Emerson, "has not been the least successful in his generalization. 'I fully understand language,' he said, 'and nourish well my vast-flowing vigor.'—'I beg to ask what you call vast-flowing vigor?' said his companion. 'The explanation,' replied Mencius, 'is difficult. This vigor is supremely great, and in the highest degree unbending. Nourish it correctly, and do it no injury, and it will fill up the vacancy between heaven and earth. This vigor accords with and assists justice and reason, and leaves no hunger.

"We dress our garden, eat our dinners, discuss the household with our wives, and these things make no impression, are forgotten next week; but in the solitude to which every man is always returning, he has a sanity and revelations, which in his passage into new worlds he will carry with him. Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat; up again, old heart!—it seems to say, there is victory yet for all justice; and the true romance which the world


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In his last days, at Concord, "his character," writes one of Emerson's biographers, "remained serene and unshaken in dignity. Steady, tranquilly, cheerfully, he finished the voyage of life."


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Haran.  And he lighted upon a certain place, and tarried there all night, because the sun was set. And he took one of the stones of the place, and put it under his head, and lay down in that place to sleep.  And he dreamed. And behold, a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven. And behold, the angels of God ascending and descending on it.  And, behold, Jehovah stood above it, and said, I am Jehovah, the God of Abraham thy father, and the God of Isaac. The land whereon thou liest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed.  And thy seed shall be as the dust of the earth, and thou shalt spread abroad to the west, and to the east, and to the north, and to the south. And in thee and in thy seed shall all the families of the earth be blessed.  And, behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee, whithersoever thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land. For I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.  And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely Jehovah is in this place. And I knew it not.  And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place! This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.

And Jacob rose up early in the morning, and took the stone that he had put under his head, and set it up for a pillar, and poured oil upon the top of it.  And he called the name of that place Beth-el. But the name of the city was Luz at the first.  And Jacob vowed a vow, saying, If God will be with me, and will keep me in this way that I go, and will give me bread to eat, and raiment to put on,  so that I come again to my father's house in peace, and Jehovah will be my God,  then this stone, which I have set up for a pillar, shall be God's house. And of all that thou shalt give me I will surely give the tenth unto thee.

Then Jacob went on his journey, and came to the land of the children of the east.  And he looked, and behold, a well in the field, and, lo, three flocks of sheep lying there by it. For out of that well they watered the flocks. And the stone upon the well's mouth was great.  And thither were all the flocks gathered. And they rolled the stone from the well's mouth, and watered the sheep, and put the stone again upon the well's mouth in its place.  And Jacob said unto them, My brethren, whence are ye? And they said, Of Haran are we.  And he said unto them, Know ye Laban the son of Nahor? And they said, We know him.  And he said unto them, Is it well with him? And they said, It is well. And, behold, Rachel his daughter cometh with the sheep.  And he said, Lo, it is yet high day, neither is it time that the cattle should be gathered together. Water ye the sheep, and go and feed them.  And they said, We cannot, until all the flocks be gathered together, and they roll the stone from the well's mouth. Then we water the sheep.  While he was yet speaking with them, Rachel came with her father's sheep. For she kept them.  And it came to pass, when Jacob saw Rachel the daughter of Laban his mother's brother, and the sheep of Laban his mother's brother, that Jacob went near, and rolled the stone from the well's mouth, and watered the flock of Laban his mother's brother.  And Jacob kissed Rachel, and lifted up his voice, and wept.  And Jacob told Rachel that he was her father's brother, and that he was Rebekah's son. And she ran and told her father.

And it came to pass, when Laban heard the tidings of Jacob his sister's son, that he ran to meet him, and embraced him, and kissed him, and brought him to his house. And he told Laban all these things.  And Laban said to him, Surely thou art my bone and my flesh. And he abode with him the space of a month.  And Laban said unto Jacob, Because thou art my brother, shouldest thou therefore serve me for nought? Tell me, what shall thy wages be?  And Laban had two daughters. The name of the elder was Leah, and the name of the younger was Rachel.  And Leah's eyes were 2


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 “Has it, Pooh?” he asked huskily. “About—about That Time When? Do you mean really written?”

“Yes, Piglet.”

The tips of Piglet’s ears glowed suddenly, and he tried to say something; but even after he had husked once or twice, nothing came out. So Pooh went on.

“There are seven verses in it.”

“Seven?” said Piglet as carelessly as he could. “You don’t often get seven verses in a Hum, do you, Pooh?”

“Never,” said Pooh. “I don’t suppose it’s ever been heard of before.”

“Do the Others know yet?” asked Piglet, stopping for a moment to pick up a stick and throw it away.

“No,” said Pooh. “And I wondered which you would like best. For me to hum it now, or to wait till we find the others, and then hum it to all of you.”


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 Piglet thought for a little.

“I think what I’d like best, Pooh, is I’d like you to hum it to me now—and—and then to hum it to all of us. Because then Everybody would hear it, but I could say ‘Oh, yes, Pooh’s told me,’ and pretend not to be listening.”

So Pooh hummed it to him, all the seven verses and Piglet said nothing, but just stood and glowed.

Never before had anyone sung ho for Piglet (PIGLET) ho all by himself. When it was over, he wanted to ask for one of the verses over again, but didn’t quite like to. It was the verse beginning “O gallant Piglet,” and it seemed to him a very thoughtful way of beginning a piece of poetry.

“Did I really do all that?” he said at last.

“Well,” said Pooh, “in poetry—in a piece of poetry—well, you did it, Piglet, because the poetry says you did. And that’s how people know.”

“Oh!” said Piglet. “Because I—I thought I did blinch a little. Just at first. And it says, ‘Did he blinch no no.’ That’s why.”

“You only blinched inside,” said Pooh, “and that’s the bravest way for a Very Small Animal not to blinch that there is.”

Piglet sighed with happiness, and began to think about himself. He was BRAVE

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tender. But Rachel was beautiful and well-favored.  And Jacob loved Rachel. And he said, I will serve thee seven years for Rachel thy younger daughter.  And Laban said, It is better that I give her to thee, than that I should give her to another man. Abide with me.  And Jacob served seven years for Rachel. And they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her.

And Jacob said unto Laban, Give me my wife, for my days are fulfilled, that I may go in unto her.  And Laban gathered together all the men of the place, and made a feast.  And it came to pass in the evening, that he took Leah his daughter, and brought her to him. And he went in unto her.  And Laban gave Zilpah his handmaid unto his daughter Leah for a handmaid.  And it came to pass in the morning that, behold, it was Leah. And he said to Laban, What is this thou hast done unto me? Did not I serve with thee for Rachel? Wherefore then hast thou beguiled me?  And Laban said, It is not so done in our place, to give the younger before the first-born.  Fulfil the week of this one, and we will give thee the other also for the service which thou shalt serve with me yet seven other years.  And jacob did so, and fulfilled her week. And he gave him Rachel his daughter to wife.  And Laban gave to Rachel his daughter Bilhah his handmaid to be her handmaid.  And he went in also unto Rachel, and he loved also Rachel more than Leah, and served with him yet seven other years.

And Jehovah saw that Leah was hated, and he opened her womb. But Rachel was barren.  And Leah conceived, and bare a son, and she called his name Reuben: for she said, Because Jehovah hath looked upon my affliction; for now my husband will love me.  And she conceived again, and bare a son: and said, Because Jehovah hath heard that I am hated, he hath therefore given me this son also. And she called his name Simeon.  And she conceived again, and bare a son. And said, Now this time will my husband be joined unto me, because I have borne him three sons. Therefore was his name called Levi.  And she conceived again, and bare a son. And she said, This time will I praise Jehovah. Therefore she called his name Judah; and she left off bearing.

And when Rachel saw that she bare Jacob no children, Rachel envied her sister; and she said unto Jacob, Give me children, or else I die.  And Jacob's anger was kindled against Rachel: and he said, Am I in God's stead, who hath withheld from thee the fruit of the womb?  And she said, Behold, my maid Bilhah, go in unto her; that she may bear upon my knees, and I also may obtain children by her.  And she gave him Bilhah her handmaid to wife: and Jacob went in unto her.  And Bilhah conceived, and bare Jacob a son.  And Rachel said, God hath judged me, and hath also heard my voice, and hath given me a son: therefore called she his name Dan.  And Bilhah Rachel's handmaid conceived again, and bare Jacob a second son.  And Rachel said, With mighty wrestlings have I wrestled with my sister, and have prevailed: and she called his name Naphtali.

When Leah saw that she had left off bearing, she took Zilpah her handmaid, and gave her to Jacob to wife.  And Zilpah Leah's handmaid bare Jacob a son.  And Leah said, Fortunate! and she called his name Gad.  And Zilpah Leah's handmaid bare Jacob a second son.  And Leah said, Happy am I! for the daughters will call me happy: and she called his name Asher.

And Reuben went in the days of wheat harvest, and found mandrakes in the field, and brought them unto his mother Leah. Then Rachel said to Leah, Give me, I pray thee, of thy son's mandrakes.  And she said unto her, Is it a small matter that thou Rh


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 “Well, it’s not as grand as a King,” said Christopher Robin, and then, as Pooh seemed disappointed, he added quickly, “but it’s grander than Factors.”

“Could a Bear be one?”

“Of course he could!” said Christopher Robin.

“I’ll make you one.” And he took a stick and touched Pooh on the shoulder, and said, “Rise, Sir Pooh de Bear, most faithful of all my Knights.”

So Pooh rose and sat down and said “Thank you,” which is the proper thing to say when you have been made a Knight, and he went into a dream again, in which he and Sir Pomp and Sir Brazil and Factors lived together with a horse, and were faithful Knights (all except Factors, who looked after the horse) to Good King Christopher Robin and every now and then he shook his head, and said to himself “I’m not getting it right.” Then he began to think of all the things Christopher Robin would


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hast taken away my husband? and wouldest thou take away my son's mandrakes also? And Rachel said, Therefore he shall lie with thee to-night for thy son's mandrakes.  And Jacob came from the field in the evening, and Leah went out to meet him, and said, Thou must come in unto me; for I have surely hired thee with my son's mandrakes. And he lay with her that night.  And God hearkened unto Leah, and she conceived, and bare Jacob a fifth son.  And Leah said, God hath given me my hire, because I gave my handmaid to my husband: and she called his name Issachar.  And Leah conceived again, and bare a sixth son to Jacob.  And Leah said, God hath endowed me with a good dowry; now will my husband dwell with me, because I have borne him six sons: and she called his name Zebulun.  And afterwards she bare a daughter, and called her name Dinah.  And God remembered Rachel, and God hearkened to her, and opened her womb.  And she conceived, and bare a son: and said, God hath taken away my reproach:  and she called his name Joseph, saying, Jehovah add to me another son.

And it came to pass, when Rachel had borne Joseph, that Jacob said unto Laban, Send me away, that I may go unto mine own place, and to my country.  Give me my wives and my children for whom I have served thee, and let me go: for thou knowest my service wherewith I have served thee.  And Laban said unto him, If now I have found favor in thine eyes, tarry: for I have divined that Jehovah hath blessed me for thy sake.  And he said, Appoint me thy wages, and I will give it.  And he said unto him, Thou knowest how I have served thee, and how thy cattle have fared with me.  For it was little which thou hadst before I came, and it hath increased unto a multitude; and Jehovah hath blessed thee whithersoever I turned: and now when shall I provide for mine own house also?  And he said, What shall I give thee? And Jacob said, Thou shalt not give me aught: if thou wilt do this thing for me, I will again feed thy flock and keep it.  I will pass through all thy flock to-day, removing from thence every speckled and spotted one, and every black one among the sheep, and the spotted and speckled among the goats: and of such shall be my hire.  So shall my righteousness answer for me hereafter, when thou shalt come concerning my hire that is before thee: every one that is not speckled and spotted among the goats, and black among the sheep, that if found with me, shall be counted stolen.  And Laban said, Behold, I would it might be according to thy word.  And he removed that day the he-goats that were ringstreaked and spotted, and all the she-goats that were speckled and spotted, every one that had white in it, and all the black ones among the sheep, and gave them into the hand of his sons;  and he set three days' journey betwixt himself and Jacob: and Jacob fed the rest of Laban's flocks.

And Jacob took him rods of fresh poplar, and of the almond and of the plane-tree. And peeled white streaks in them, and made the white appear which was in the rods.  And he set the rods which he had peeled over against the flocks in the gutters in the watering-troughs where the flocks came to drink; and they conceived when they came to drink.  And the flocks conceived before the rods, and the flocks brought forth ringstreaked, speckled, and spotted.  And Jacob separated the lambs, and set the faces of the flocks toward the ringstreaked and all the black in the flock of Laban: and he put his own droves apart, and put them not unto Laban's flock.  And it came to pass, whensoever the stronger of the flock did conceive, that Jacob laid the rods before the eyes of the flock in the gutters, that they might conceive among the rods;  but when the flock were feeble, he put them not in: so the feebler were Laban's, and the stronger Jacob's.  And the man increased exceedingly, and had large flocks, and maid-servants and men-servants, and camels and asses. Rh


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 “The rissolution,” said Rabbit, “is that we all sign it, and take it to Christopher Robin.”

So it was signed PooH, PIGLET, WOL, EOR, RABBIT, KANGA,

BLOT,

SMUDGE,

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 “This is a nothing sort of thing that we’re doing now.”

“Oh, I see,” said Pooh again.

“It means just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”

“Oh!” said Pooh.

They walked on, thinking of This and That, and by-and-by they came to an enchanted place on the very top of the Forest called Galleons Lap, which is sixty-something trees in a circle; and Christopher Robin knew that it was enchanted because nobody had ever been able to count whether it was sixty-three or sixty-four, not even when he tied a piece of string round each tree after he had counted it. Being enchanted, its floor was not like the floor of the Forest, gorse and bracken and heather, but close-set grass, quiet and smooth and green. It was the only place in the Forest where you could sit down carelessly, without getting up again almost at once and looking for somewhere else. Sitting there they could see the whole world spread out until it reached the sky, and whatever there was all the world over was with them in Galleons Lap.

Suddenly Christopher Robin began to tell Pooh about some of the things: People called Kings and Queens and something called Factors, and a place called Europe, and an island in the middle of the sea where no ships came, and how you make a


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And he heard the words of Laban's sons, saying, Jacob hath taken away all that was our father's; and of that which was our father's hath he gotten all this glory.  And Jacob beheld the countenance of Laban, and, behold, it was not toward him as beforetime.  And Jehovah said unto Jacob, Return unto the land of thy fathers, and to thy kindred; and I will be with thee.  And Jacob sent and called Rachel and Leah to the field unto his flock,  and said unto them, I see your father's countenance, that it is not toward me as beforetime; but the God of my father hath been with me.  And ye know that will all my power I have served your father.  And your father hath deceived me, and changed my wages ten times; but God suffered him not to hurt me.  If he said thus, The speckled shall be thy wages; then all the flock bare speckled: and if he said thus, The ringstreaked shall be thy wages; then bare all the flock ringstreaked.  Thus God hath taken away the cattle of your father, and given them to me.  And it came to pass at the time that the flock conceive, that I lifted up mine eyes, and saw in a dream, and, behold, the he-goats which leaped upon the flock were ringstreaked, speckled, and grizzled.  And the angel of God said unto me in the dream, Jacob: and I said, Here am I.  And he said, Lift up now thine eyes, and see, all the he-goats which leap upon the flock are ringstreaked, speckled, and grizzled: for I have seen all that Laban doeth unto thee.  I am the God of Beth-el, where thou anointedst a pillar, where thou vowedst a vow unto me: now arise, get thee out from this land, and return unto the land of thy nativity.  And Rachel and Leah answered and said unto him, Is there yet any portion or inheritance for us in our father's house?  Are we not accounted by him as foreigners? for he hath sold us, and hath also quite devoured our money.  For all the riches which God hath taken away from our father, that is ours and our children's: now then, whatsoever God hath said unto thee, do.

Then Jacob rose up, and set his sons and his wives upon the camels;  and he carried away all his cattle, and all his substance which he had gathered, the cattle of his getting, which he had gathered in Paddan-aram, to go to Isaac his father unto the land of Canaan.  Now Laban was gone to shear his sheep: and Rachel stole the teraphim that were her father's.  And Jacob stole away unawares to Laban the Syrian, in that he told him not that he fled.  So he fled with all that he had; and he rose up, and passed over the River, and set his face toward the mountain of Gilead.

And it was told Laban on the third day that Jacob was fled.  And he took his brethren with him, and pursued after him seven days' journey; and he overtook him in the mountain of Gilead.  And God came to Laban the Syrian in a dream of the night, and said unto him, Take heed to thyself that thou speak not to Jacob either good or bad.  And Laban came up with Jacob. Now Jacob had pitched his tent in the mountain: and Laban with his brethren encamped in the mountain of Gilead.  And Laban said to Jacob, What hast thou done, that thou hast stolen away unawares to me, and carried away my daughters as captives of the sword?  Wherefore didst thou flee secretly, and steal away from me, and didst not tell me, that I might have sent thee away with mirth and with songs, with tabret and with harp;  and didst not suffer me to kiss my sons and my daughters? now hast thou done foolishly.  It is in the power of my hand to do you hurt: but the God of your father spake unto me yesternight, saying, Take heed to thyself that thou speak not to Jacob either good or bad.  And now, though thou wouldest needs be gone, because thou sore longedst after thy father's house, yet wherefore hast thou stolen my gods?  And Jacob answered and said to Laban, Because I was afraid: for I said, Lest thou shouldest take thy daughters from Rh


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me by force.  With whomsoever thou findest thy gods, he shall not live: before our brethren discern thou what is thine with me, and take it to thee. For Jacob knew not that Rachel had stolen them.

And Laban went into Jacob's tent, and into Leah's tent, and into the tent of the two maid-servants; but he found them not. And he went out of Leah's tent, and entered into Rachel's tent.  Now Rachel had taken the teraphim, and put them in the camel's saddle, and sat upon them. And Laban felt about all the tent, but found them not.  And she said to her father, Let not my lord be angry that I cannot rise up before thee; for the manner of women is upon me. And he searched, but found not the teraphim.

And Jacob was wroth, and chode with Laban: and Jacob answered and said to Laban, What is my trespass? what is my sin, that thou hast hotly pursued after me?  Whereas thou hast felt about all my stuff, what hast thou found of all thy household stuff? Set it here before my brethren and thy brethren, that they may judge betwixt us two.  These twenty years have I been with thee; thy ewes and thy she-goats have not cast their young, and the rams of thy flocks have I not eaten.  That which was torn of beasts I brought not unto thee; I bare the loss of it; of my hand didst thou require it, whether stolen by day or stolen by night.  Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from mine eyes.  These twenty years have I been in thy house; I served thee fourteen years for thy two daughters, and six years for thy flock: and thou hast changed my wages ten times.  Except the God of my father, the God of Abraham, and the Fear of Isaac, had been with me, surely now hadst thou sent me away empty. God hath seen mine affliction and the labor of my hands, and rebuked thee yesternight.

And Laban answered and said unto Jacob, The daughters are my daughters, and the children are my children, and the flocks are my flocks, and all that thou seest is mine: and what can I do this day unto these my daughters, or unto their children whom they have borne?  And now come, let us make a covenant, I and thou; and let it be for a witness between me and thee.  And Jacob took a stone, and set it up for a pillar.  And Jacob said unto his brethren, Gather stones; and they took stones, and made a heap: and they did eat there by the heap.  And Laban called it Jegar-saha-dutha: but Jacob called it Galeed.  And Laban said, This heap is witness between me and thee this day. Therefore was the name of it called Galeed:  and Mizpah, for he said, Jehovah watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.  If thou shalt afflict my daughters, and if thou shalt take wives besides my daughters, no man is with us; see, God is witness betwixt me and thee.  And Laban said to Jacob, Behold this heap, and behold the pillar, which I have set betwixt me and thee.  This heap be witness, and the pillar be witness, that I will not pass over this heap to thee, and that thou shalt not pass over this heap and this pillar unto me, for harm.  The God of Abraham, and the God of Nahor, the God of their father, judge betwixt us. And Jacob sware by the Fear of his father Isaac.  And Jacob offered a sacrifice in the mountain, and called his brethren to eat bread: and they did eat bread, and tarried all night in the mountain.  And early in the morning Laban rose up, and kissed his sons and his daughters, and blessed them: and Laban departed and returned unto his place.  And Jacob went on his way, and the angels of God met him.  And Jacob said when he saw them, This is God's host: and he called the name of that place Mahanaim.

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 becauſe he ſlew himſelfe in the Towne Vtica: he dyed before the Incarnation 44. yeares. D. Cooper.

, was of a wonderfull towardneſſe: this draue Anniball out of Affrike: he ſubdued the citie of Carthage: he after many learned & wiſe perſwaſions, greuouſly tooke vnkinde dealing of the Senate, went from the Citie of Rome, to a maner place, which he had at Linternum, and ther ended his lyfe, when he had lyued 54. yeares, before the incarnation of Chriſt, about 145. yeares, that yeare was Corinth in Greece deſtroyed.

Conſtantine, a Phiſition, of name many, forth of diuers prouinces.

Chaldeus, an Aſtronomer of country of Aſſyria, Solmus and Plinie name that countrie Chaldae, where the great Citie of Babylon ſtoode.

 a D. in Diuinitie verye famous, called Iohn, of Damacenum Monach, for his Angular wiſedome, was had in great eſtimation of Theodoſius, Emperour of Conſtantinople, the yeare of Chriſts incarnation 440. as ſaith the Author of ''Supplimentum ſupplimenti cronicarum, foli. 168. liber.'' 9. He wrote 4. bookes of ſentences, alſo a booke tituled, No man hath ſeene God at any time: , of faith: of Chriſtian baptiſme: Item : In two books, he wrote of Mettalls and Phiſicke. In the third part of Lanquets chronicle, fol. 242. is expreſſed of one Damacenus, a Philoſopher who flouriſhed 1352. The firſt of theſe, I take to be the Author to Glantuyle.

 an hyſtoriographer, which in time of Herodotus, wrote of things done, before the warre of Peloponneſus, about Anno.452.

 a Prince among the Grecians, and a ſingular Philoſopher, about Anno.345. before Chriſt. He was diſciple to Plato: he ſtammered in his ſpeach, he put ſmall ſtones in his mouth, and inforceing to ſpeake treatablye, at laſt attained to pronounce very plainly. He was alſo an excellent Orator.

 called alſo Pedacius, and Phacas, a worſhipfull knight of Egypt, who ioyning learning with chiualrye' being in the Romanes Hoaſt in dyuers countryes, in times vacant from Battayle, made diligent ſearch for figures and vertues of diuers hearbs, and other things neceſſary for medicin, and wrote moſt truly of them in Greeke, as Galen teſtifieth. He liued vnder Cleopatra and Antonius, about Anno before Chriſt. 47.

, an excellent Philoſopher, being a childe, learned of the wiſe men of Chalda, Aſtronomie, and theyr Diuinitie: after he went into Perſia, to learne Geometrie. After, he returned to Athens, where he gaue his poſſeſſions and riches innumerable, vnto the weale publyke, reſeruing a lyttle garden, wher in he might at more libertie, ſearch out the ſecrets of nature. He wrought many wonderfull workes in naturall philoſophie and Phiſicke. When he beheld the Citizens of Athens, he continuallye laughed at their fooliſh diligence, which ſpared no paines to get authoritye and riches, that they were not ſure to kéepe: which laboured to get their children great poſſeſſions, who either died before their Fathers, or els ouer liuing them, ſhortly ſpent away, al their fathers left them. But the Athenians not perceyuing the cauſe of his laughter, thinking him mad, cauſed Hipocrates the Phiſition to goe vnto him, who perceiuing the occaſion of his laughter, ſayd: Democritus is not mad, but the Athenians be mad, at whom he doth laugh. He was before the Incarnation of Chriſt. 492. yeares.

, a Gramarian, Maſter to Saint Hierome. About Anno.350. another Donatus martired vnder Iulian the Apoſtate, or forſworne Chriſtian. Alſo Donatus a notable Heretike, that helde opinion Chriſtians to be no where but of their Congregation. Of the ſame opinion are the Heretikes of the Familye of loue: Donatus was a Numidian, about the yeare of our Lord thrée hundred fiftie and thrée. Another Donatus Aretinus Biſhoppe of Etruriae, a man of holye lyfe, perſecuted vnder Iulianus.

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 longer, Rabbit brained out a Notice, and this is what it said:

“Notice a meeting of everybody will meet at the House at Pooh Corner to pass a Rissolution By Order Keep to the Left Signed Rabbit.”

He had to write this out two or three times before he could get the rissolution to look like what he thought it was going to when he began to spell it: but, when at last it was finished, he took it round to everybody and read it out to them. And they all said they would come.

“Well,” said Eeyore that afternoon, when he saw them all walking up to his house, “this is a surprise. Am I asked too?”

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But thou, my country, thou shalt never fall, Save with thy children—thy maternal care, Thy lavish love, thy blessings showered on all— These are thy fetters—seas and stormy air Are the wide barrier of thy horders, where, Among thy gallant sons who guard thee well, Thou laugh'st at enemies: who shall then declare The date of thy deep-founded strength, or tell How happy, in thy lap, the sons of men shall dwell?

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;— Go forth, under the open sky, and list


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 “Hallo, everybody,” said Christopher Robin—“Hallo, Pooh.”

They all said “Hallo,” and felt awkward and unhappy suddenly, because it was a sort of good-bye they were saying, and they didn’t want to think about it. So they stood around, and waited for somebody else to speak, and they nudged each other, and said “Go on,” and gradually Eeyore was nudged to the front, and the others crowded behind him.

“What is it, Eeyore?” asked Christopher Robin. Eeyore swished his tail from side to side, so as to encourage himself, and began.

“Christopher Robin,” he said, “we’ve come to say—to give you—it’s called—written by—but we’ve all—because we’ve heard, I mean we all know—well, you see, it’s—we—you—well, that, to put it as shortly as possible, is what it is.” He turned round angrily on the others and said, “Everybody crowds round so in this Forest. There’s no Space. I never saw a more Spreading lot of animals in my life, and all in the wrong places. Can’t you see that Christopher Robin wants to be alone? I’m going.” And he humped off.

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 So they began going there, and after they had walked a little way Christopher Robin said:

“What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?”

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. And then he thought that being with Christopher Robin was a very good thing to do, and having Piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said, “What I like best in the whole world is Me and Piglet going to see You, and You saying ‘What about a little something?’ and Me saying, ‘Well, I shouldn’t mind a little something, should you, Piglet,’ and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing.”

“I like that too,” said Christopher Robin, “but what I like doing best is Nothing.”

“How do you do Nothing?” asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.

“Well, it’s when people call out at you just as you’re going off to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh, nothing, and then you go and do it.”

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unto my lord Esau: Thus saith thy servant Jacob, I have sojourned with Laban, and stayed until now:  and I have oxen, and asses, and flocks, and men-servants, and maid-servants: and I have sent to tell my lord, that I may find favor in thy sight.  And the messengers returned to Jacob, saying, We came to thy brother Esau, and moreover he cometh to meet thee, and four hundred men with him.  Then Jacob was greatly afraid and was distressed: and he divided the people that were with him, and the flocks, and the herds, and the camels, into two companies;  and he said, If Esau come to the one company, and smite it, then the company which is left shall escape.  And Jacob said, O God of my father Abraham, and God of my father Isaac, O Jehovah, who saidst unto me, Return unto thy country, and to thy kindred, and I will do thee good:  I am not worthy of the least of all the lovingkindnesses, and of all the truth, which thou hast showed unto thy servant; for with my staff I passed over this Jordan; and now I am become two companies.  Deliver me, I pray thee, from the hand of my brother, from the hand of Esau: for I fear him, lest he come and smite me, the mother with the children.  And thou saidst, I will surely do thee good, and make thy seed as the sand of the sea, which cannot be numbered for multitude.

And he lodged there that night, and took of that which he had with him a present for Esau his brother:  two hundred she-goats and twenty he-goats, two hundred ewes and twenty rams,  thirty milch camels and their colts, forty cows and ten bulls, twenty she-asses and ten foals.  And he delivered them into the hand of his servants, every drove by itself, and said unto his servants, Pass over before me, and put a space betwixt drove and drove.  And he commanded the foremost, saying, When Esau my brother meeteth thee, and asketh thee, saying, Whose art thou? and whither goest thou? and whose are these before thee?  then thou shalt say They are thy servant Jacob's; it is a present sent unto my lord Esau: and, behold, he also is behind us.  And he commanded also the second, and the third, and all that followed the droves, saying, On this manner shall ye speak unto Esau, when ye find him;  and ye shall say, Moreover, behold, thy servant Jacob is behind us. For he said, I will appease him with the present that goeth before me, and afterward I will see his face; peradventure he will accept me.  So the present passed over before him: and he himself lodged that night in the company.

And he rose up that night, and took his two wives, and his two handmaids, and his eleven children, and passed over the ford of the Jabbok.  And he took them, and sent them over the stream, and sent over that which he had.  And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day.  And when he saw that he prevailed not against him, he touched the hollow of his thigh; and the hollow of Jacob's thigh was strained, as he wrestled with him.  And he said, Let me go, for the day breaketh. And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.  And he said unto him, What is thy name? And he said, Jacob.  And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: for thou hast striven with God and with men, and hast prevailed.  And Jacob asked him, and said, Tell me, I pray thee, thy name. And he said, Wherefore is it that thou dost ask after my name? And he blessed him there.  And Jacob called the name of the place Peniel: for, said he, I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved.  And the sun rose upon him as he passed over Penuel, and he limped upon his thigh.  Therefore the children of Israel eat not the sinew of the hip which is upon the hollow of the thigh, unto this day: because he touched the hollow of Jacob's thigh in the sinew of the hip.

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“We're terrible boobs, Cary. . . . Let’s stop

“That’s wholly in your hands, dear love.” “Yes,” she said discontentedly; “you’ve always put everything up to me; let me go my own way—that’s why TI’ve gone so far. I wonder if you knew that was the way to get me. You’re so dam’ clever. . . . Like what’s-hisname—Mephistoph—no, Macchiavelli, wasn’t it?” She dropped to the floor in front of him, clasped her hands over his knee, turned upward a shadowy and bewitching face, speaking in a lowered voice. “Listen, dear. Next week I’m going back to Philadelphia, to finish out my visit with Cissie. But—I won’t go to Cissie’s, not till the next day. We'll have that time together; that’ll be our goodbye. And then you must go away.” “If you wish it so,” he assented steadily. “I don’t wish it so. But it’s got to come some time.

You say so yourself.” “Yes; it’s got to come some time. Unless re “T know the unless. I don’t say I’ll never send for you to come back. I might.” “V’ll never come back except with my freedom. And if you send for me it must be for good and all.” “TY wish I could, Cary. I wish I were sure,” she said wistfully. She jumped to her feet. ‘Tell me good-night,”’ she commanded, holding out her arms. “And you’re to come early to-morrow and take me for a long walk.” Overnight, luck, which

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the lovers,

turned against them. They returned from their morning’s tramp, weary but elate with the vigour of strong sunshine and woodland air. Pat, her glorious eyes welling light, paused by the open library window.

“Js there anything in the world that we haven’t talked to a finish to-day, Cary?” she demanded, laughing.

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“Nothing, dearest.” “Yet to-morrow we'll have just as much to talk about as if we’d never spoken a word to each other. It’s rather wonderful, isn’t it? What makes us that way?” “Companionship. The rarest thing in life or love.” She swung herself in by the window. “Come on, companion,” she invited. As he followed, she detached a few sprays from the huge cluster of wild purple violets at her belt, and set them in his coat. “Decoration of companionship,” she said. ‘And’—she stretched up and kissed his lips—“reward for a happy morning.” There was a stifled exclamation. Constance rose from the depths of the big arm chair facing away from them and confronted the pair. Pat burst into harsh laughter. “Trapped !” she exclaimed. Constance’s face with its strained, expectant, apprehensive expression of imminent motherhood, was white.

“Pat, I think you’d better leave me with Mr. Scott,” she said. “T don’t,” snapped Pat. “If you’ve got anything to say, say it.” Her eyes burned sombrely, angrily. She was furious with her sister for having surprised her. A puzzled, helpless look came over Constance’s face. “I wouldn’t have believed ” she began lamentably. “How long has this been going on?” “None of your business,” returned Pat coolly. “It will be father’s business. I shall phone him now.” “Wait, Connie,” put in Scott with quiet authoritative-

ness. “Wouldn’t it be as well to consider consequences before making more trouble than can perhaps be undone?” “T shall stay here, if you phone, until Mr. Fentriss
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Constance swayed, irresolute, uncertain on her feet. ‘How far has this gone?” she muttered. Scott rallied his defences. “You’re not to think that this is just a casual, cheap flirtation,” he said.

“If I

could make you understand how deeply and honestly I love Pat “Honestly! echoed Constance with scorn. “J won’t split words with you. And for myself I’ve no excuses to make. I ought to have held myself better in hand. But as for this sort of thing—my kissing Pat— it’s the first time and it will be——” “Oh, piffle!” Pat’s reckless voice broke in, “Tell her the truth, Cary.” Constance looked from one to the other. Her lips quivered, curled down at the corners like a grieved baby’s. She began to sob in short, quick, strangled catches of the

breath. Suddenly a dreadful look convulsed her face. She pressed her hands down upon her abdomen. “Oh!” she cried. “Ah-h-h-h. The pain! Pat! ’m——” Scott jumped to catch her, barely in time to break the fall. He eased her into the chair. Pat was beside him instantly. “Phone for Bobs. Quick! Tell him to get Dr. Courcey. No You go for Courcey, it’ll save time. Second house around the corner. ‘Tell him to bring everything. All his instruments and a nurse. Don’t come back. VU write you.” As he hurried to the door he heard a shriek, then Pat’s

strong, soothing voice: “All right, Con, old girl. minutes.”

The doctor’ll be here in five

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“Some kind of internal explosion has taken place in our little family, dear one (wrote Robert Osterhout to his dead love); and is still taking place, which is rather a deliberate method for an explosion. They are keeping me out of it; even Pat will not confide in me.

Therefore I

infer that it is not so much her trouble as the others’. Con’s baby is now six months old; she had a bad time of it but the son is‘a lusty creature. About the time of his birth there was a quarrel between Con and Pat not wholly made up yet. But while Con was so ill, Pat stood by, a tower of strength. From:the way in which she gave up everything to look after Con and her household, I was almost ready to suspect a touch of remorse. But what about? There was the contemporaneous phenomenon of Cary Scott going away-so abruptly, quite without explanation. I ask myself whether it is possible that the old fire flamed up between Con and him and Pat was in some way involved. A tangled skein! “Dee troubles me, too. She has grown so subdued and inert. Her devotion to James would explain it, to a casual observer. It isn’t enough for me. There is some-

thing else. She withdraws from me, too; but she has always given me less of her confidence than the others. It is a sort of shyness, and at times it hurts. I so long to help her. But you can’t help another person who lives in a fourth dimension by herself.

“Pat is back in the rush and whirl of things, going faster than ever, but she does not seem to be getting as much fun out of it as of old. She is as little comprehensible as ever.”

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“If anybody wants to clap,” said Eeyore when he had read this, “now is the time to do it.”

They all clapped.

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To Pat herself, her mental processes were difficult of comprehension. It was now six months since she and Cary Scott had so strangely and inconsequentially parted and he had gone back to Europe. On the whole, she did very well without him; but that there was a gap she could not deny to herself. Being uncompromisingly what she was, she filled it with other masculine interests.

Rather

to her surprise she did not find herself specially tempted to venture upon forbidden ground with any other man. The barriers once down, she had supposed that self-

control would be more difiicult.

But curiosity is an impor-

tant component part of sex-attraction to the untried, and her curiosity was appeased. Perhaps, too, Scott had been right in imputing to her an instinctive quality of virginity, constantly at war against but not incompatible with her passionate temperament.

Certainly the substitute interests seemed dull and insufficient as compared with her association with Scott. At times she missed intolerably that unique understanding and companionship which he had given her, and these times became more instead of less frequent as the weeks lengthened out, which was both unexpected and perturbing. She was seriously annoyed with him, too, because he had respected religiously her injunction against writing, and when, three months after his departure, she herself had written lifting the embargo, he had returned, after a

long silence, a single sentence: “When you send for me I will come; but you must be ready to accept all and give all.” Choosing to interpret this as an attempt to bully her she was properly wrathful. By way of logical reprisal (though how it was to affect him she would have found it difficult to say) she “stepped on the gas,” as she would

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have put it, and speeded up an already sufficient pace. Local eruptions followed. “All the old cats are squalling their heads off at me,” she complained to Osterhout. “What would you expect?” said the philosophical doctor. “Of course you’d take that side,” retorted the aggrieved Pat. “Why should they?” “For one item, the broken Vandegrift-Mercer engage ment.” “I didn’t do it!” disclaimed Pat. But she dimpled a little. “You’re popularly credited with having had a hand in it, not toesay a face.” “Don’t be coarse, Bobs. What right had Bess Vandegrift to be sticking her blotchy face between the curtains———” “What right had you to be kissing Bess’s best young feller?” “Liar yourself, Bobs! I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me.” “It’s a fine distinction. Maybe a shade too fine for Bess.” “I haven’t kissed a man,” declared Pat virtuously, “that is to say really kissed, since—well, never mind that,”

with hasty but belated discretion. “I didn’t want Harry to kiss me. Troo-woo-wooly, Bobs. Though I did suspect that he might get interesting and try... . She’s a sob, anyway.” “Then, there’s Stanley

Johnston——”

“All off. Tackles too hard!” said Pat. “And Mark Denby. You keep him rushing back and forth between here and Baltimore like a demented drummer,”

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 Bear with a Pleasing Manner but a Positively Startling Lack of Brain. The Poem which I am now about to read to you was written by Eeyore, or Myself, in a Quiet Moment. If somebody will take Roo’s bull’s-eye away from him, and wake up Owl, we shall all be able to enjoy it. I call it—POEM.”

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“Oh, Mark’s like the Pig that forgot he was Educated. He doesn’t count.” ’ “Who does count at the present moment?” “Nobody. That’s the big trouble,” said Pat fretfully. “They none of ’em give me any thrill. I’m bored, Bobs.” “Pose of youth,” opined Bobs. Herein he was wrong. Pat really was bored, though she would not admit to herself the reason, deep and effective in the background of her willful soul. Life was flat, stale, tasteless. Men were either unenterprising guineapigs or bellowing rhinoceroses. Women were cats. She loathed the tame and monotonous world. It was boredom, combined with a provocative accidental discovery,

that led her to the reckless adventure of the Washington Heights flat and Edna Carroll. In an earlier age the Fentriss family would have re ferred to Edna

Carroll with hushed voices, if at all, as

“that woman.” In this enlightened and tolerant time she was humorously characterised by the three girls as somewhere outside the social pale and Fentriss’s liaison with her had endured for many years. Constance was sure that she was of the flamboyant, roystering, chorusgirl type. Dee inclined to the soft and babyish siren. Pat speculated rangingly, and had more than once endeav-
 * Ralph’s flossie.”” Little was known of her. She lived

oured to pump Osterhout, with notable lack of success. From some unlocatable purlieu of gossip had issued the rumour that Ralph Fentriss was going to marry her, perhaps had already done so secretly. Constance was

outraged.

Dee was cynically amused, but skeptical

Pat

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matter

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startled to see her father’s car drawn up opposite a pleasant looking apartment house on a quiet side street. At three-thirty in the afternoon! The truth leapt to her mind. Profusely blooming flowers made beautiful the third floor window ledge; there, Pat decided, was the nest of the bird. Fearing that her father might emerge a find her, she hastened away. On the following morning, full of delightful tremors and keen anticipations—for this would be something, indeed, to tell the girls—she returned and pressed the third button in the entry. The light click of the release almost sent her scuttling out, but she gathered her resolution, composed a demure face for herself, and mounted

the stairs. In the top hallway stood a slim, tailor-made woman with glasses pushed up on her forehead. Pat at once made up her mind that she was attractive in an alert, bird-like way.

“Whom are you looking for?” asked the woman pleasantly. Pat liked her voice. “Does Mrs. Fentriss live here?” “Who?” said the woman in a tone which made Pat regret that she had chosen that particular form of opening. Pat faltered out the enquiry again, not knowing what else to do. The other’s brown and dancing eyes grew formidably cold. “Why do you ask for Mrs. Fentriss?” “T thought this was where she lived.” “There is no Mrs. Fentriss here.” “Perhaps I’ve got the wrong apartment.” “No. I think you have the right one. Who are you?” Entire frankness appeared to the intruder the method of sense and safety. “I’m Pat. Patricia Fentriss.” “I thought so. By what right do you come here?”

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‘Two tiny spots of reddish flame shone in the wine-dark eyes. Pat decided that she was very attractive. “Please don’t be angry with me.” “You’re hardly here as an emissary of the family, I suppose.” “No. I—I just came.” “In that case hadn’t you better just go again?” “If you tell me to,” said Pat, downcast and humble. The other hesitated. “I can’t conceive what you mean by this visit,” she said with severity, into which, however,

had crept a mitigating quality. “Was it just vulgar curiosity?”” Pat nodded so vigorously that her hair flicked forward about her face like wind-whipped silk ribbons. “You’re frank, at any rate. I like that.” Abruptly she stepped back. “‘As you’re here, come in.” Pat obeyed. “You’re awfully good to let me.” “Am I? That remains to be seen.” She led the way to an airy, daintily furnished front room, a conspicuous feature of which was a big arm chair with a drawing board across the arms. “What’s that?” asked Pat with lively curiosity. “My work.” “Oh! Are you an artist?” “Of a sort. I make fashion drawings.” “How diverting!” Pat was recovering herself. “Can’t you go on working while we talk?” “Are we going to talk?” The corners of the firm mouth crinkled up, a dimple affirmed its existence, the brown eyes twinkled, and Pat incontinently and most improperly fell in love with her hostess. “J think you’re too delightful!” “T can be quite otherwise, on occasion—to impertinent

people.”

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“Don't scare me again,” beeeed Pat.

“I won't be

Though I want to be, terndly.”

“As that is what you came for, perhaps youd better be. Why did you ask for Mrs. Fentriss?” “Isnt that what—what you're called?” “Certainly not.” An inspiration strack Pat marned Dad.”

“We heard that you

The hostess replaced her glasses, seated herself, and began to ink ina sketch. “Dx you?” “Is at true?” “No. We are not married.”

Neo good, that me. A chilling thought followed. “He isn’t hkely te be coming here, is he™* “Why? Are you afraki of being caught?” “J can’t think of anything more poisonous.” “Don't be alarmed. He coukin’t get in if he did come.* Pat searched her mind for movie evidence. “Hasn't he got a key?” “Noa Why net be honest and ask directly what's in your mind?* “E—I don’t know hor,” confessed the visitor, “For a singularly forward young person you dont get on very fast.

How old are.you?”

“Nimeteen. But I Know everything about—aboat e . . “Jf you don't it isn’t for lack of enterprise,” was the

grim reply, “And what you don't Know, you suspect.

Im this case your suspicions are quite correct. Bat doesnt follow that Ralph—that your father comes and goes at will here, in my place.” There was the slightest emphasis en the possessive,

“Oh!

I thought they—ithey always had—had a key,

and—snd——*"

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And paid the rent, and filled the place with luxury and orchids, cigarettes and champagne. You've been reading cheap novels. The rotten-minded little fiction writers don’t know everything. They don’t know anything about women.” Pat leaned forward. “Are you going to marry Dad?” The artist’s face hardened. ‘You were sent here to find that out.

Well, then, I am.”

, The older woman took off her glasses, rose, walked across to the lounge where Pat was seated and set her delicate hands on the girl’s shoulders, staring into her face with an inscrutable expression. “Why do you say that?”
 * V’'m glad,” said Pat simply and sincerely.

“Because it’s true. I’m crazy about you—already.” The other sat down limply. “What kind of a person are your” “Then [ll be, too. I’m not going to marry Ralph. I can’t. Tve got a husband. He’s no good. I haven’t lived with him for years. I had a devil of a life. I was going to kill myself when I met Ralph.” “Were you so poor?” asked Pat sympathetically. “Poor? Do you think it was a question of money with me that took me to Ralph?” retorted the other with slow anger.
 * An honest one.”

“No. I don’t know why I said that. But you’re so young.” “So is he,” was the defiant reply. “He’s eternally young. That’s what I love in him. I loved him the first time I ever saw him and I’ve never stopped. But if you’ve 4: come here looking for a common kept-woman “J haven’t.

Oh, I haven’t!”? broke in Pat, squirming.

“Anyway, you know all about me now.

All except my

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name, Edna Carroll. What are you going to tell your family?” “Not a word.” “Aren’t you? You’re a strange little witch.” “Do you like me a little?” asked Pat, slant-eyed and demure. “Yes; Ido. You’re very like Ralph in some ways.” “Then may I come again?” SN

o,??

“Why not?” “T should have thought you might understand without my drawing you a diagram.” “Conventional stuff!” scoffed the girl. “Her do yeu get that way? I’m coming anyway—Edna.” Edna Carroll laughed uncertainly. “I’m insane to let you. But I’d love to have you. What would your father think?” “He’s not going to think at all. We won’t give him the chance. Will you ask me to your parties?” “How do you know I give parties?” “You’re the kind that always draws people around them.

Besides,’”? added the shrewd Pat, “there’s a violin

and a clarinet on the piano. I don’t suppose you play them all, And I’m mad about music.” “Inheritance,” murmured Edna softly. She let her darkling glance rest on the piano bench where Ralph Fentriss had so often sat to make his music. “Very well. Pll ask you sometime.” She was as good as her word. It was there that Pat met Leo Stenak.

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Tue episode between Leo Stenak and Patricia Fentriss was headlong as a torrent.

She heard him before she saw

him; heard, rather, his violin, expression and interpreta-.

tion of his innermost self. tone, which

The raucous sweetness of his

he overemphasises

and sentimentalises,

and

which is the cardinal defect of his striking and uneven style, floated out to her as she stood, astonished, in the

exterior hallway of Edna Carroll’s flat. When it died into silence, she supposed that the number was over and entered just as he was resuming. Her first impression was of a plump, sallow, carelessly dressed youth with hair almost as shaggy as her own, and the most wildly luminous eyes she had ever looked into, who turned upon her an infuriated regard and at once pointedly dropped his bow. His savage regard followed her while she crossed the room to speak to her hostess. This was no way to treat high-spirited Pat. Quite deliberately she took off gloves and wrap, handed them to the nearest young man and remarked to the violinist: “It’s very nice of you to wait. I’m quite fixed now, thank you.” A vicious snort was the only response. The accompanist who had trailed along a bar or two before appreciating the interruption, took up his part, and the melody again filled the air. In spite of her exacerbated feelings, Pat recognised the power and distinction of the performance. Nevertheless, she refrained from joining in the applause which followed the final note. 285

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