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+<div style='text-align:center; font-size:1.2em; font-weight:bold'>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Strand Magazine: Volume VII, Issue 37. January, 1894</div>
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+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Strand Magazine: Volume VII, Issue 37. January, 1894.<br />
+  An Illustrated Monthly
+</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Various</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Editor: George Newnes</div>
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+[Most recently updated: January 18, 2023]</div>
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+<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Jonathan Ingram and PG Distributed Proofreaders</div>
+<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STRAND MAGAZINE ***</div>
+
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/i-1.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/i-1.png" alt="" /></a></p>
+      <hr />
+      <h1>THE STRAND MAGAZINE</h1>
+      <h2><i>An Illustrated Monthly</i></h2>
+      <h4>EDITED BY GEORGE NEWNES</h4>
+      <h2>Vol VII., Issue 37.<br />
+       January, 1894</h2>
+      <hr class="full" />
+      <h2>Contents.</h2>
+      <ul>
+        <li>
+          <a href="#ch37-1">Stories from the Diary of a Doctor.</a> By the Authors of
+          "The Medicine Lady."
+          <ul>
+            <li>VII.&mdash;The Horror of Studley Grange.</li>
+          </ul>
+        </li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-2">The Queen of Holland.</a> By Mary Spencer-Warren.</li>
+        <li>
+          <a href="#ch37-3">Zig-Zags at the Zoo.</a> By A. G. Morrison.
+          <ul>
+            <li>XIX.&mdash;Zig-Zag Batrachian.</li>
+          </ul>
+        </li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-4">The Helmet.</a> From the French of Ferdinand
+        Beissier</li>
+        <li>
+          <a href="#ch37-5">The Music of Nature.</a> By T. Camden Pratt.
+          <ul>
+            <li>Part II.</li>
+          </ul>
+        </li>
+        <li>
+          <a href="#ch37-6">Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of Their
+          Lives.</a>
+          <ul>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-6-1">Sir Henry Loch.</a></li>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-6-2">Madame Belle Cole.</a></li>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-6-3">The Lord Bishop of Peterborough.</a></li>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-6-4">Lord Wantage.</a></li>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-6-5">Sir Richard Temple, M.P.</a></li>
+          </ul>
+        </li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-7">A Terrible New Year's Eve.</a> By Kathleen
+        Huddleston.</li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-8">Personal Reminiscences of Sir Andrew Clark.</a> By E. H.
+        Pitcairn.</li>
+        <li>
+          <a href="#ch37-9">Beauties:</a>
+          <ul>
+            <li>XIII.&mdash;Children.</li>
+          </ul>
+        </li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-10">The Signatures of Charles Dickens (with Portraits).</a>
+        By J. Holt Schooling.</li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-11">The Mirror.</a> From the French of George Japy.</li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-12">Handcuffs.</a> By Inspector Moser.</li>
+        <li><a href="#ch37-13">The Family Name.</a> From the French of Henri
+        Malin.</li>
+        <li>
+          The Queer Side of Things&mdash;
+          <ul>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-14">Among the Freaks.&mdash;Major Microbe.</a></li>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-15">Lamps of all Kinds and Times.</a></li>
+            <li><a href="#ch37-16">The Two Styles.</a></li>
+          </ul>
+        </li>
+      </ul>
+
+
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-1" name="ch37-1"></a>Stories from the Diary of a Doctor.</h2>
+      <h4>By the Authors of "THE MEDICINE LADY."</h4>
+      <h3>VII.&mdash;THE HORROR OF STUDLEY GRANGE.</h3>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/002-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/002-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "THE HORROR OF STUDLEY GRANGE."</p>
+      <p>I was in my consulting-room one morning, and had just said good-bye to the last
+      of my patients, when my servant came in and told me that a lady had called who
+      pressed very earnestly for an interview with me.</p>
+      <p>"I told her that you were just going out, sir," said the man, "and she saw the
+      carriage at the door; but she begged to see you, if only for two minutes. This is
+      her card."</p>
+      <p>I read the words, "Lady Studley."</p>
+      <p>"Show her in," I said, hastily, and the next moment a tall, slightly-made,
+      fair-haired girl entered the room.</p>
+      <p>She looked very young, scarcely more than twenty, and I could hardly believe
+      that she was, what her card indicated, a married woman.</p>
+      <p>The colour rushed into her cheeks as she held out her hand to me. I motioned her
+      to a chair, and then asked her what I could do for her.</p>
+      <p>"Oh, you can help me," she said, clasping her hands and speaking in a slightly
+      theatrical manner. "My husband, Sir Henry Studley, is very unwell, and I want you
+      to come to see him&mdash;can you?&mdash;will you?"</p>
+      <p>"With pleasure," I replied. "Where do you live?"</p>
+      <p>"At Studley Grange, in Wiltshire. Don't you know our place?"</p>
+      <p>"I daresay I ought to know it," I replied, "although at the present moment I
+      can't recall the name. You want me to come to see your husband. I presume you wish
+      me to have a consultation with his medical attendant?"</p>
+      <p>"No, no, not at all. The fact is, Sir Henry has not got a medical attendant. He
+      dislikes doctors, and won't see one. I want you to come and stay with us for a week
+      or so. I have heard of you through mutual friends&mdash;the Onslows. I know you can
+      effect remarkable cures, and you have a great deal of tact. But you can't possibly
+      do anything for my husband unless you are willing to stay in the house and to
+      notice his symptoms."</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 70%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/003-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/003-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "LADY STUDLEY SPOKE WITH GREAT EMPHASIS."<br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Lady Studley spoke with great emphasis and earnestness. Her long, slender hands
+      were clasped tightly together. She had drawn off her gloves and was bending forward
+      in her chair. Her big, childish, and somewhat restless blue eyes were fixed
+      imploringly on my face.</p>
+      <p>"I love my husband," she said, tears suddenly filling them&mdash;"and it is
+      dreadful, dreadful, to see him suffer as he does. He will die unless someone comes
+      to his aid. Oh, I know I am asking an immense thing, when I beg of you to leave all
+      your patients and come to the country. But we can pay. Money is no object whatever
+      to us. We can, we will, gladly pay you for your services."</p>
+      <p>"I must think the matter over," I said. "You flatter me by wishing for me, and
+      by believing that I can render you assistance, but I cannot take a step of this
+      kind in a hurry. I will write to you by to-night's post if you will give me your
+      address. In the meantime, kindly tell me some of the symptoms of Sir Henry's
+      malady."</p>
+      <p>"I fear it is a malady of the mind," she answered immediately, "but it is of so
+      vivid and so startling a character, that unless relief is soon obtained, the body
+      must give way under the strain. You see that I am very young, Dr. Halifax. Perhaps
+      I look younger than I am&mdash;my age is twenty-two. My husband is twenty years my
+      senior. He would, however, be considered by most people still a young man. He is a
+      great scholar, and has always had more or less the habits of a recluse. He is fond
+      of living in his library, and likes nothing better than to be surrounded by books
+      of all sorts. Every modern book worth reading is forwarded to him by its publisher.
+      He is a very interesting man and a brilliant conversationalist. Perhaps I ought to
+      put all this in the past tense, for now he scarcely ever speaks&mdash;he reads next
+      to nothing&mdash;it is difficult to persuade him to eat&mdash;he will not leave the
+      house&mdash;he used to have a rather ruddy complexion&mdash;he is now deadly pale
+      and terribly emaciated. He sighs in the most heartrending manner, and seems to be
+      in a state of extreme nervous tension. In short, he is very ill, and yet he seems
+      to have no bodily disease. His eyes have a terribly startled expression in
+      them&mdash;his hand trembles so that he can scarcely raise a cup of tea to his
+      lips. In short, he looks like a man who has seen a ghost."</p>
+      <p>"When did these symptoms begin to appear?" I asked.</p>
+      <p>"It is mid-winter now," said Lady Studley. "The queer symptoms began to show
+      themselves in my husband in October. They have been growing worse and worse. In
+      short, I can stand them no longer," she continued, giving way to a short,
+      hysterical sob. "I felt I must come to someone&mdash;I have heard of you. Do, do
+      come and save us. Do come and find out what is the matter with my wretched
+      husband."</p>
+      <p>"I will write to you to-night," I said, in as kind a voice as I could muster,
+      for the pretty, anxious wife interested me already. "It may not be possible for me
+      to stay at Studley Grange for a week, but in any case I can promise to come and see
+      the patient. One visit will probably be sufficient&mdash;what your husband wants
+      is, no doubt, complete change."</p>
+      <p>"Oh, yes, yes," she replied, standing up now. "I have said so scores of times,
+      but Sir Henry won't stir from Studley&mdash;nothing will induce him to go away. He
+      won't even leave his own special bedroom, although I expect he has dreadful
+      nights." Two hectic spots burnt in her cheeks as she spoke. I looked at her
+      attentively.</p>
+      <p>"You will forgive me for speaking," I said, "but you do not look at all well
+      yourself. I should like to prescribe for you as well as your husband."</p>
+      <p>"Thank you," she answered, "I am not very strong. I never have been, but that is
+      nothing&mdash;I mean that my health is not a thing of consequence at present. Well,
+      I must not take up any more of your time. I shall expect to get a letter from you
+      to-morrow morning. Please address it to Lady Studley, Grosvenor Hotel,
+      Victoria."</p>
+      <p>She touched my hand with fingers that burnt like a living coal and left the
+      room.</p>
+      <p>I thought her very ill, and was sure that if I could see my way to spending a
+      week at Studley Grange, I should have two patients instead of one. It is always
+      difficult for a busy doctor to leave home, but after carefully thinking matters
+      over, I resolved to comply with Lady Studley's request.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/005-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/005-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "LADY STUDLEY HAD COME HERSELF TO FETCH ME."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Accordingly, two days later saw me on my way to Wiltshire, and to Studley
+      Grange. A brougham with two smart horses was waiting at the station. To my surprise
+      I saw that Lady Studley had come herself to fetch me.</p>
+      <p>"I don't know how to thank you," she said, giving me a feverish clasp of her
+      hand. "Your visit fills me with hope&mdash;I believe that you will discover what is
+      really wrong. Home!" she said, giving a quick, imperious direction to the footman
+      who appeared at the window of the carriage.</p>
+      <p>We bowled forward at a rapid pace, and she continued:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"I came to meet you to-day to tell you that I have used a little guile with
+      regard to your visit. I have not told Sir Henry that you are coming here in the
+      capacity of a doctor."</p>
+      <p>Here she paused and gave me one of her restless glances.</p>
+      <p>"Do you mind?" she asked.</p>
+      <p>"What have you said about me to Sir Henry?" I inquired.</p>
+      <p>"That you are a great friend of the Onslows, and that I have asked you here for
+      a week's change," she answered immediately.</p>
+      <p>"As a guest, my husband will be polite and delightful to you&mdash;as a doctor,
+      he would treat you with scant civility, and would probably give you little or none
+      of his confidence."</p>
+      <p>I was quite silent for a moment after Lady Studley had told me this. Then I
+      said:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"Had I known that I was not to come to your house in the capacity of a medical
+      man, I might have re-considered my earnest desire to help you."</p>
+      <p>She turned very pale when I said this, and tears filled her eyes.</p>
+      <p>"Never mind," I said now, for I could not but be touched by her extremely
+      pathetic and suffering face, by the look of great illness which was manifested in
+      every glance. "Never mind now; I am glad you have told me exactly the terms on
+      which you wish me to approach your husband; but I think that I can so put matters
+      to Sir Henry that he will be glad to consult me in my medical capacity."</p>
+      <p>"Oh, but he does not even know that I suspect his illness. It would never do for
+      him to know. I suspect! I see! I fear! but I say nothing. Sir Henry would be much
+      more miserable than he is now, if he thought that I guessed that there is anything
+      wrong with him."</p>
+      <p>"It is impossible for me to come to the Grange except as a medical man," I
+      answered, firmly. "I will tell Sir Henry that you have seen some changes in him,
+      and have asked me to visit him as a doctor. Please trust me. Nothing will be said
+      to your husband that can make matters at all uncomfortable for you."</p>
+      <p>Lady Studley did not venture any further remonstrance, and we now approached the
+      old Grange. It was an irregular pile, built evidently according to the wants of the
+      different families who had lived in it. The building was long and rambling, with
+      rows of windows filled up with panes of latticed glass. In front of the house was a
+      sweeping lawn, which, even at this time of the year, presented a velvety and
+      well-kept appearance. We drove rapidly round to the entrance door, and a moment
+      later I found myself in the presence of my host and patient. Sir Henry Studley was
+      a tall man with a very slight stoop, and an aquiline and rather noble face. His
+      eyes were dark, and his forehead inclined to be bald. There was a courtly,
+      old-world sort of look about him. He greeted me with extreme friendliness, and we
+      went into the hall, a very large and lofty apartment, to tea.</p>
+      <p>Lady Studley was vivacious and lively in the extreme. While she talked, the
+      hectic spots came out again on her cheeks. My uneasiness about her increased as I
+      noticed these symptoms. I felt certain that she was not only consumptive, but in
+      all probability she was even now the victim of an advanced stage of phthisis. I
+      felt far more anxious about her than about her husband, who appeared to me at that
+      moment to be nothing more than a somewhat nervous and hypochondriacal person. This
+      state of things seemed easy to account for in a scholar and a man of sedentary
+      habits.</p>
+      <p>I remarked about the age of the house, and my host became interested, and told
+      me one or two stories of the old inhabitants of the Grange. He said that to-morrow
+      he would have much pleasure in taking me over the building.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/006-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/006-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "'HAVE YOU A GHOST HERE?' I ASKED, WITH A LAUGH."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>"Have you a ghost here?" I asked, with a laugh.</p>
+      <p>I don't know what prompted me to ask the question. The moment I did so, Sir
+      Henry turned white to his lips, and Lady Studley held up a warning finger to me to
+      intimate that I was on dangerous ground. I felt that I was, and hastened to divert
+      the conversation into safer channels. Inadvertently I had touched on a sore spot. I
+      scarcely regretted having done so, as the flash in the baronet's troubled eyes, and
+      the extreme agitation of his face, showed me plainly that Lady Studley was right
+      when she spoke of his nerves being in a very irritable condition. Of course, I did
+      not believe in ghosts, and wondered that a man of Sir Henry's calibre could be at
+      all under the influence of this old-world fear.</p>
+      <p>"I am sorry that we have no one to meet you," he said, after a few remarks of a
+      commonplace character had divided us from the ghost question. "But to-morrow
+      several friends are coming, and we hope you will have a pleasant time. Are you fond
+      of hunting?"</p>
+      <p>I answered that I used to be in the old days, before medicine and patients
+      occupied all my thoughts.</p>
+      <p>"If this open weather continues, I can probably give you some of your favourite
+      pastime," rejoined Sir Henry; "and now perhaps you would like to be shown to your
+      room."</p>
+      <p>My bedroom was in a modern wing of the house, and looked as cheerful and as
+      unghostlike as it was possible for a room to be. I did not rejoin my host and
+      hostess until dinner-time. We had a sociable little meal, at which nothing of any
+      importance occurred, and shortly after the servants withdrew, Lady Studley left Sir
+      Henry and me to ourselves. She gave me another warning glance as she left the room.
+      I had already quite made up my mind, however, to tell Sir Henry the motive of my
+      visit.</p>
+      <p>The moment the door closed behind his wife, he started up and asked me if I
+      would mind coming with him into his library.</p>
+      <p>"The fact is." he said, "I am particularly glad you have come down. I want to
+      have a talk with you about my wife. She is extremely unwell."</p>
+      <p>I signified my willingness to listen to anything Sir Henry might say, and in a
+      few minutes we found ourselves comfortably established in a splendid old room,
+      completely clothed with books from ceiling to floor.</p>
+      <p>"These are my treasures," said the baronet, waving his hand in the direction of
+      an old bookcase, which contained, I saw at a glance, some very rare and precious
+      first editions.</p>
+      <p>"These are my friends, the companions of my hours of solitude. Now sit down, Dr.
+      Halifax; make yourself at home. You have come here as a guest, but I have heard of
+      you before, and am inclined to confide in you. I must frankly say that I hate your
+      profession as a rule. I don't believe in the omniscience of medical men, but
+      moments come in the lives of all men when it is necessary to unburden the mind to
+      another. May I give you my confidence?"</p>
+      <p>"One moment first," I said. "I can't deceive you, Sir Henry. I have come here,
+      not in the capacity of a guest, but as your wife's medical man. She has been
+      anxious about you, and she begged of me to come and stay here for a few days in
+      order to render you any medical assistance within my power. I only knew, on my way
+      here to-day, that she had not acquainted you with the nature of my visit."</p>
+      <p>While I was speaking, Sir Henry's face became extremely watchful, eager, and
+      tense.</p>
+      <p>"This is remarkable," he said. "So Lucilla is anxious about me? I was not aware
+      that I ever gave her the least clue to the fact that I am not&mdash;in perfect
+      health. This is very strange&mdash;it troubles me."</p>
+      <p>He looked agitated. He placed one long, thin hand on the little table which
+      stood near, and pouring out a glass of wine, drank it off. I noticed as he did so
+      the nervous trembling of his hand. I glanced at his face, and saw that it was thin
+      to emaciation.</p>
+      <p>"Well," he said, "I am obliged to you for being perfectly frank with me. My wife
+      scarcely did well to conceal the object of your visit. But now that you have come,
+      I shall make use of you both for myself and for her."</p>
+      <p>"Then you are not well?" I asked.</p>
+      <p>"Well!" he answered, with almost a shout. "Good God, no! I think that I am going
+      mad. I know&mdash;I know that unless relief soon comes I shall die or become a
+      raving maniac."</p>
+      <p>"No, nothing of the kind," I answered, soothingly; "you probably want change.
+      This is a fine old house, but dull, no doubt, in winter. Why don't you go
+      away?&mdash;to the Riviera, or some other place where there is plenty of sunshine?
+      Why do you stay here? The air of this place is too damp to be good for either you
+      or your wife."</p>
+      <p>Sir Henry sat silent for a moment, then he said, in a terse voice:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"Perhaps you will advise me what to do after you know the nature of the malady
+      which afflicts me. First of all, however, I wish to speak of my wife."</p>
+      <p>"I am ready to listen," I replied.</p>
+      <p>"You see," he continued, "that she is very delicate?"</p>
+      <p>"Yes," I replied; "to be frank with you, I should say that Lady Studley was
+      consumptive."</p>
+      <p>He started when I said this, and pressed his lips firmly together. After a
+      moment he spoke.</p>
+      <p>"You are right," he replied. "I had her examined by a medical man&mdash;Sir
+      Joseph Dunbar&mdash;when I was last in London; he said her lungs were considerably
+      affected, and that, in short, she was far from well."</p>
+      <p>"Did he not order you to winter abroad?"</p>
+      <p>"He did, but Lady Studley opposed the idea so strenuously that I was obliged to
+      yield to her entreaties. Consumption does not seem to take quite the ordinary form
+      with her. She is restless, she longs for cool air, she goes out on quite cold days,
+      in a closed carriage, it is true. Still, except at night, she does not regard
+      herself in any sense as an invalid. She has immense spirit&mdash;I think she will
+      keep up until she dies."</p>
+      <p>"You speak of her being an invalid at night," I replied. "What are her
+      symptoms?"</p>
+      <p>Sir Henry shuddered quite visibly.</p>
+      <p>"Oh, those awful nights!" he answered. "How happy would many poor mortals be,
+      but for the terrible time of darkness. Lady Studley has had dreadful nights for
+      some time: perspirations, cough, restlessness, bad dreams, and all the rest of it.
+      But I must hasten to tell you my story quite briefly. In the beginning of October
+      we saw Sir Joseph Dunbar. I should then, by his advice, have taken Lady Studley to
+      the Riviera, but she opposed the idea with such passion and distress, that I
+      abandoned it."</p>
+      <p>Sir Henry paused here, and I looked at him attentively. I remembered at that
+      moment what Lady Studley had said about her husband refusing to leave the Grange
+      under any circumstances. What a strange game of cross-purposes these two were
+      playing. How was it possible for me to get at the truth?</p>
+      <p>"At my wife's earnest request," continued Sir Henry, "we returned to the Grange.
+      She declared her firm intention of remaining here until she died.</p>
+      <p>"Soon after our return she suggested that we should occupy separate rooms at
+      night, reminding me, when she made the request, of the infectious nature of
+      consumption. I complied with her wish on condition that I slept in the room next
+      hers, and that on the smallest emergency I should be summoned to her aid. This
+      arrangement was made, and her room opens into mine. I have sometimes heard her
+      moving about at night&mdash;I have often heard her cough, and I have often heard
+      her sigh. But she has never once sent for me, or given me to understand that she
+      required my aid. She does not think herself very ill, and nothing worries her more
+      than to have her malady spoken about. That is the part of the story which relates
+      to my wife."</p>
+      <p>"She is very ill," I said. "But I will speak of that presently. Now will you
+      favour me with an account of your own symptoms, Sir Henry?"</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 70%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/008-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/008-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "HE LOCKED THE DOOR AND PUT THE KEY IN HIS POCKET."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>He started again when I said this, and going across the room, locked the door
+      and put the key in his pocket.</p>
+      <p>"Perhaps you will laugh at me," he said, "but it is no laughing matter, I assure
+      you. The most terrible, the most awful affliction has come to me. In short, I am
+      visited nightly by an appalling apparition. You don't believe in ghosts, I judge
+      that by your face. Few scientific men do."</p>
+      <p>"Frankly, I do not," I replied. "So-called ghosts can generally be accounted
+      for. At the most they are only the figments of an over-excited or diseased
+      brain."</p>
+      <p>"Be that as it may," said Sir Henry, "the diseased brain can give such torture
+      to its victim that death is preferable. All my life I have been what I consider a
+      healthy minded man. I have plenty of money, and have never been troubled with the
+      cares which torture men of commerce, or of small means. When I married, three years
+      ago, I considered myself the most lucky and the happiest of mortals."</p>
+      <p>"Forgive a personal question," I interrupted. "Has your marriage disappointed
+      you?"</p>
+      <p>"No, no; far from it," he replied with fervour. "I love my dear wife better and
+      more deeply even than the day when I took her as a bride to my arms. It is true
+      that I am weighed down with sorrow about her, but that is entirely owing to the
+      state of her health."</p>
+      <p>"It is strange," I said, "that she should be weighed down with sorrow about you
+      for the same cause. Have you told her of the thing which terrifies you?"</p>
+      <p>"Never, never. I have never spoken of it to mortal. It is remarkable that my
+      wife should have told you that I looked like a man who has seen a ghost. Alas!
+      alas! But let me tell you the cause of my shattered nerves, my agony, and failing
+      health."</p>
+      <p>"Pray do, I shall listen attentively," I replied.</p>
+      <p>"Oh, doctor, that I could make you feel the horror of it!" said Sir Henry,
+      bending forward and looking into my eyes. "Three months ago I no more believed in
+      visitations, in apparitions, in so-called ghosts, than you do. Were you tried as I
+      am, your scepticism would receive a severe shock. Now let me tell you what occurs.
+      Night after night Lady Studley and I retire to rest at the same hour. We say
+      good-night, and lay our heads on our separate pillows. The door of communication
+      between us is shut. She has a night-light in her room&mdash;I prefer darkness. I
+      close my eyes and prepare for slumber. As a rule I fall asleep. My sleep is of
+      short duration. I awake with beads of perspiration standing on my forehead, with my
+      heart thumping heavily and with every nerve wide awake, and waiting for the horror
+      which will come. Sometimes I wait half an hour&mdash;sometimes longer. Then I know
+      by a faint, ticking sound in the darkness that the Thing, for I can clothe it with
+      no name, is about to visit me. In a certain spot of the room, always in the same
+      spot, a bright light suddenly flashes; out of its midst there gleams a
+      preternaturally large eye, which looks fixedly at me with a diabolical expression.
+      As time goes, it does not remain long; but as agony counts, it seems to take years
+      of my life away with it. It fades as suddenly into grey mist and nothingness as it
+      comes, and, wet with perspiration, and struggling to keep back screams of mad
+      terror, I bury my head in the bed-clothes."</p>
+      <p>"But have you never tried to investigate this thing?" I said.</p>
+      <p>"I did at first. The first night I saw it, I rushed out of bed and made for the
+      spot. It disappeared at once. I struck a light&mdash;there was nothing whatever in
+      the room."</p>
+      <p>"Why do you sleep in that room?"</p>
+      <p>"I must not go away from Lady Studley. My terror is that she should know
+      anything of this&mdash;my greater terror is that the apparition, failing me, may
+      visit her. I daresay you think I'm a fool, Halifax; but the fact is, this thing is
+      killing me, brave man as I consider myself."</p>
+      <p>"Do you see it every night?" I asked.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/009-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/009-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "IT IS THE MOST GHASTLY, THE MOST HORRIBLE FORM OF TORTURE.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>"Not quite every night, but sometimes on the same night it comes twice.
+      Sometimes it will not come at all for two nights, or even three. It is the most
+      ghastly, the most horrible form of torture that could hurry a sane man into his
+      grave or into a madhouse."</p>
+      <p>"I have not the least shadow of doubt," I said, after a pause, "that the thing
+      can be accounted for."</p>
+      <p>Sir Henry shook his head. "No, no," he replied, "it is either as you suggest, a
+      figment of my own diseased brain, and therefore just as horrible as a real
+      apparition; or it is a supernatural visitation. Whether it exists or not, it is
+      reality to me and in no way a dream. The full horror of it is present with me in my
+      waking moments."</p>
+      <p>"Do you think anyone is playing an awful practical joke?" I suggested.</p>
+      <p>"Certainly not. What object can anyone have in scaring me to death? Besides,
+      there is no one in the room, that I can swear. My outer door is locked, Lady
+      Studley's outer door is locked. It is impossible that there can be any trickery in
+      the matter."</p>
+      <p>I said nothing for a moment. I no more believed in ghosts than I ever did, but I
+      felt certain that there was grave mischief at work. Sir Henry must be the victim of
+      a hallucination. This might only be caused by functional disturbance of the brain,
+      but it was quite serious enough to call for immediate attention. The first thing to
+      do was to find out whether the apparition could be accounted for in any material
+      way, or if it were due to the state of Sir Henry's nerves. I began to ask him
+      certain questions, going fully into the case in all its bearings. I then examined
+      his eyes with the ophthalmoscope. The result of all this was to assure me beyond
+      doubt that Sir Henry Studley was in a highly nervous condition, although I could
+      detect no trace of brain disease.</p>
+      <p>"Do you mind taking me to your room?" I said.</p>
+      <p>"Not to-night," he answered. "It is late, and Lady Studley might express
+      surprise. The object of my life is to conceal this horror from her. When she is out
+      to-morrow you shall come to the room and judge for yourself."</p>
+      <p>"Well," I said, "I shall have an interview with your wife to-morrow, and urge
+      her most strongly to consent to leave the Grange and go away with you."</p>
+      <p>Shortly afterwards we retired to rest, or what went by the name of rest in that
+      sad house, with its troubled inmates. I must confess that, comfortable as my room
+      was, I slept very little. Sir Henry's story stayed with me all through the hours of
+      darkness. I am neither nervous nor imaginative, but I could not help seeing that
+      terrible eye, even in my dreams.</p>
+      <p>I met my host and hostess at an early breakfast. Sir Henry proposed that as the
+      day was warm and fine, I should ride to a neighbouring meet. I was not in the
+      humour for this, however, and said frankly that I should prefer remaining at the
+      Grange. One glance into the faces of my host and hostess told me only too plainly
+      that I had two very serious patients on my hands. Lady Studley looked terribly weak
+      and excited&mdash;the hectic spots on her cheeks, the gleaming glitter of her eyes,
+      the parched lips, the long, white, emaciated hands, all showed only too plainly the
+      strides the malady under which she was suffering was making.</p>
+      <p>"After all, I cannot urge that poor girl to go abroad," I said to myself. "She
+      is hastening rapidly to her grave, and no power on earth can save her. She looks as
+      if there were extensive disease of the lungs. How restless her eyes are, too! I
+      would much rather testify to Sir Henry's sanity than to hers."</p>
+      <p>Sir Henry Studley also bore traces of a sleepless night&mdash;his face was
+      bloodless; he averted his eyes from mine; he ate next to nothing.</p>
+      <p>Immediately after breakfast, I followed Lady Studley into her morning-room. I
+      had already made up my mind how to act. Her husband should have my full
+      confidence&mdash;she only my partial view of the situation.</p>
+      <p>"Well," I said, "I have seen your husband and talked to him. I hope he will soon
+      be better. I don't think you need be seriously alarmed about him. Now for yourself,
+      Lady Studley. I am anxious to examine your lungs. Will you allow me to do so?"</p>
+      <p>"I suppose Henry has told you I am consumptive?"</p>
+      <p>"He says you are not well," I answered. "I don't need his word to assure me of
+      that fact&mdash;I can see it with my own eyes. Please let me examine your chest
+      with my stethoscope."</p>
+      <p>She hesitated for a moment, looking something like a wild creature brought to
+      bay. Then she sank into a chair, and with trembling fingers unfastened her dress.
+      Poor soul, she was almost a walking skeleton&mdash;her beautiful face was all that
+      was beautiful about her. A brief examination told me that she was in the last stage
+      of phthisis&mdash;in short, that her days were numbered.</p>
+      <p>"What do you think of me?" she asked, when the brief examination was over.</p>
+      <p>"You are ill," I replied.</p>
+      <p>"How soon shall I die?"</p>
+      <p>"God only knows that, my dear lady," I answered.</p>
+      <p>"Oh, you needn't hide your thoughts," she said. "I know that my days are very
+      few. Oh, if only, if only my husband could come with me! I am so afraid to go
+      alone, and I am fond of him, very fond of him."</p>
+      <p>I soothed her as well as I could.</p>
+      <p>"You ought to have someone to sleep in your room at night," I said. "You ought
+      not to be left by yourself."</p>
+      <p>"Henry is near me&mdash;in the next room," she replied. "I would not have a
+      nurse for the world&mdash;I hate and detest nurses."</p>
+      <p>Soon afterwards she left me. She was very erratic, and before she left the room
+      she had quite got over her depression. The sun shone out, and with the gleam of
+      brightness her volatile spirits rose.</p>
+      <p>"I am going for a drive," she said. "Will you come with me?"</p>
+      <p>"Not this morning," I replied. "If you ask me to-morrow, I shall be pleased to
+      accompany you."</p>
+      <p>"Well, go to Henry," she answered. "Talk to him&mdash;find out what ails him,
+      order tonics for him. Cheer him in every way in your power. You say he is not
+      ill&mdash;not seriously ill&mdash;I know better. My impression is that if my days
+      are numbered, so are his."</p>
+      <p>She went away, and I sought her husband. As soon as the wheels of her brougham
+      were heard bowling away over the gravel sweep, we went up together to his room.</p>
+      <p>"That eye came twice last night," he said in an awestruck whisper to me. "I am a
+      doomed man&mdash;a doomed man. I cannot bear this any longer."</p>
+      <p>We were standing in the room as he said the words. Even in broad daylight, I
+      could see that he glanced round him with apprehension. He was shaking quite
+      visibly. The room was decidedly old-fashioned, but the greater part of the
+      furniture was modern. The bed was an Albert one with a spring mattress, and light,
+      cheerful dimity hangings. The windows were French&mdash;they were wide open, and
+      let in the soft, pleasant air, for the day was truly a spring one in winter. The
+      paper on the walls was light.</p>
+      <p>"This is a quaint old wardrobe," I said. "It looks out of place with the rest of
+      the furniture. Why don't you have it removed?"</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/011-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/011-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "DON'T GO NEAR IT&mdash;I DREAD IT!"</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>"Hush," he said, with a gasp. "Don't go near it&mdash;I dread it, I have locked
+      it. It is always in that direction that the apparition appears. The apparition
+      seems to grow out of the glass of the wardrobe. It always appears in that one
+      spot."</p>
+      <p>"I see," I answered. "The wardrobe is built into the wall. That is the reason it
+      cannot be removed. Have you got the key about you?"</p>
+      <p>He fumbled in his pocket, and presently produced a bunch of keys.</p>
+      <p>"I wish you wouldn't open the wardrobe," he said. "I frankly admit that I
+      dislike having it touched."</p>
+      <p>"All right," I replied. "I will not examine it while you are in the room. You
+      will perhaps allow me to keep the key?"</p>
+      <p>"Certainly! You can take it from the bunch, if you wish. This is it. I shall be
+      only too glad to have it well out of my own keeping."</p>
+      <p>"We will go downstairs," I said.</p>
+      <p>We returned to Sir Henry's library. It was my turn now to lock the door.</p>
+      <p>"Why do you do that?" he asked.</p>
+      <p>"Because I wish to be quite certain that no one overhears our conversation."</p>
+      <p>"What have you got to say?"</p>
+      <p>"I have a plan to propose to you."</p>
+      <p>"What is it?"</p>
+      <p>"I want you to change bedrooms with me to-night."</p>
+      <p>"What can you mean?&mdash;what will Lady Studley say?"</p>
+      <p>"Lady Studley must know nothing whatever about the arrangement. I think it very
+      likely that the apparition which troubles you will be discovered to have a material
+      foundation. In short, I am determined to get to the bottom of this horror. You have
+      seen it often, and your nerves are much shattered. I have never seen it, and my
+      nerves are, I think, in tolerable order. If I sleep in your room
+      to-night&mdash;"</p>
+      <p>"It may not visit you."</p>
+      <p>"It may not, but on the other hand it may. I have a curiosity to lie on that bed
+      and to face that wardrobe in the wall. You must yield to my wishes, Sir Henry."</p>
+      <p>"But how can the knowledge of this arrangement be kept from my wife?"</p>
+      <p>"Easily enough. You will both go to your rooms as usual. You will bid her
+      good-night as usual, and after the doors of communication are closed I will enter
+      the room and you will go to mine, or to any other that you like to occupy. You say
+      your wife never comes into your room during the hours of the night?"</p>
+      <p>"She has never yet done so."</p>
+      <p>"She will not to-night. Should she by any chance call for assistance, I will
+      immediately summon you."</p>
+      <p>It was very evident that Sir Henry did not like this arrangement. He yielded,
+      however, to my very strong persuasions, which almost took the form of commands, for
+      I saw that I could do nothing unless I got complete mastery over the man.</p>
+      <p>Lady Studley returned from her drive just as our arrangements were fully made. I
+      had not a moment during all the day to examine the interior of the wardrobe. The
+      sick woman's restlessness grew greater as the hours advanced. She did not care to
+      leave her husband's side. She sat with him as he examined his books. She followed
+      him from room to room. In the afternoon, to the relief of everyone, some fresh
+      guests arrived. In consequence we had a cheerful evening. Lady Studley came down to
+      dinner in white from top to toe. Her dress was ethereal in texture and largely
+      composed of lace. I cannot describe woman's dress, but with her shadowy figure and
+      worn, but still lovely face, she looked spiritual. The gleam in her large blue eyes
+      was pathetic. Her love for her husband was touching to behold. How soon, how very
+      soon, they must part from each other! Only I as a doctor knew how impossible it was
+      to keep the lamp of life much longer burning in the poor girl's frame.</p>
+      <p>We retired as usual to rest. Sir Henry bade me a cheerful good-night. Lady
+      Studley nodded to me as she left the room.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/012-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/012-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "'SLEEP WELL,' SHE SAID, IN A GAY VOICE."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>"Sleep well," she said, in a gay voice.</p>
+      <p>It was late the next morning when we all met round the breakfast table. Sir
+      Henry looked better, but Lady Studley many degrees worse, than the night before. I
+      wondered at her courage in retaining her post at the head of her table. The
+      visitors, who came in at intervals and took their seats at the table, looked at her
+      with wonder and compassion.</p>
+      <p>"Surely my hostess is very ill?" said a guest who sat next my side.</p>
+      <p>"Yes, but take no notice of it," I answered.</p>
+      <p>Soon after breakfast I sought Sir Henry.</p>
+      <p>"Well&mdash;well?" he said, as he grasped my hand. "Halifax, you have seen it. I
+      know you have by the expression of your face."</p>
+      <p>"Yes," I replied, "I have."</p>
+      <p>"How quietly you speak. Has not the horror of the thing seized you?"</p>
+      <p>"No," I said, with a brief laugh. "I told you yesterday that my nerves were in
+      tolerable order. I think my surmise was correct, and that the apparition has
+      tangible form and can be traced to its foundation."</p>
+      <p>An unbelieving look swept over Sir Henry's face.</p>
+      <p>"Ah," he said, "doctors are very hard to convince. Everything must be brought
+      down to a cold material level to satisfy them; but several nights in that room
+      would shatter even your nerves, my friend."</p>
+      <p>"You are quite right," I answered. "I should be very sorry to spend several
+      nights in that room. Now I will tell you briefly what occurred."</p>
+      <p>We were standing in the library. Sir Henry went to the door, locked it, and put
+      the key in his pocket.</p>
+      <p>"Can I come in?" said a voice outside.</p>
+      <p>The voice was Lady Studley's.</p>
+      <p>"In a minute, my darling," answered her husband. "I am engaged with Halifax just
+      at present."</p>
+      <p>"Medically, I suppose?" she answered.</p>
+      <p>"Yes, medically," he responded.</p>
+      <p>She went away at once, and Sir Henry returned to my side.</p>
+      <p>"Now speak," he said. "Be quick. She is sure to return, and I don't like her to
+      fancy that we are talking secrets."</p>
+      <p>"This is my story," I said. "I went into your room, put out all the lights, and
+      sat on the edge of the bed."</p>
+      <p>"You did not get into bed, then?"</p>
+      <p>"No, I preferred to be up and to be ready for immediate action should the
+      apparition, the horror, or whatever you call it, appear."</p>
+      <p>"Good God, it is a horror, Halifax!"</p>
+      <p>"It is, Sir Henry. A more diabolical contrivance for frightening a man into his
+      grave could scarcely have been contrived. I can comfort you on one point, however.
+      The terrible thing you saw is not a figment of your brain. There is no likelihood
+      of a lunatic asylum in your case. Someone is playing you a trick."</p>
+      <p>"I cannot agree with you&mdash;but proceed," said the baronet, impatiently.</p>
+      <p>"I sat for about an hour on the edge of the bed," I continued. "When I entered
+      the room it was twelve o'clock&mdash;one had sounded before there was the least
+      stir or appearance of anything, then the ticking noise you have described was
+      distinctly audible. This was followed by a sudden bright light, which seemed to
+      proceed out of the recesses of the wardrobe."</p>
+      <p>"What did you feel when you saw that light?"</p>
+      <p>"Too excited to be nervous," I answered, briefly. "Out of the circle of light
+      the horrible eye looked at me."</p>
+      <p>"What did you do then? Did you faint?"</p>
+      <p>"No, I went noiselessly across the carpet up to the door of the wardrobe and
+      looked in."</p>
+      <p>"Heavens! you are daring. I wonder you are alive to tell this tale."</p>
+      <p>"I saw a shadowy form," I replied&mdash;"dark and tall&mdash;the one brilliant
+      eye kept on looking past me, straight into the room. I made a very slight noise; it
+      immediately disappeared. I waited for some time&mdash;nothing more happened. I got
+      into your bed, Sir Henry, and slept. I can't say that I had a comfortable night,
+      but I slept, and was not disturbed by anything extraordinary for the remaining
+      hours of the night."</p>
+      <p>"Now what do you mean to do? You say you can trace this thing to its foundation.
+      It seems to me that all you have seen only supports my firm belief that a horrible
+      apparition visits that room."</p>
+      <p>"A material one," I responded. "The shadowy form had substance, of that I am
+      convinced. Sir Henry, I intend to sleep in that room again to-night."</p>
+      <p>"Lady Studley will find out."</p>
+      <p>"She will not. I sleep in the haunted room again to-night, and during the day
+      you must so contrive matters that I have plenty of time to examine the wardrobe. I
+      did not do so yesterday because I had not an opportunity. You must contrive to get
+      Lady Studley out of the way, either this morning or afternoon, and so manage
+      matters for me that I can be some little time alone in your room."</p>
+      <p>"Henry, Henry, how awestruck you look!" said a gay voice at the window. Lady
+      Studley had come out, had come round to the library window, and, holding up her
+      long, dark-blue velvet dress, was looking at us with a peculiar smile.</p>
+      <p>"Well, my love," replied the baronet. He went to the window and flung it open.
+      "Lucilla," he exclaimed, "you are mad to stand on the damp grass."</p>
+      <p>"Oh, no, not mad," she answered. "I have come to that stage when nothing
+      matters. Is not that so, Dr. Halifax?"</p>
+      <p>"You are very imprudent," I replied.</p>
+      <p>She shook her finger at me playfully, and turned to her husband.</p>
+      <p>"Henry," she said, "have you taken my keys? I cannot find them anywhere."</p>
+      <p>"I will go up and look for them," said Sir Henry. He left the room, and Lady
+      Studley entered the library through one of the French windows.</p>
+      <p>"What do you think of my husband this morning?" she asked.</p>
+      <p>"He is a little better," I replied. "I am confident that he will soon be quite
+      well again."</p>
+      <p>She gave a deep sigh when I said this, her lips trembled, and she turned away. I
+      thought my news would make her happy, and her depression surprised me.</p>
+      <p>At this moment Sir Henry came into the room.</p>
+      <p>"Here are your keys," he said to his wife. He gave her the same bunch he had
+      given me the night before. I hoped she would not notice that the key of the
+      wardrobe was missing.</p>
+      <p>"And now I want you to come for a drive with me," said Sir Henry.</p>
+      <p>He did not often accompany her, and the pleasure of this unlooked-for indulgence
+      evidently tempted her.</p>
+      <p>"Very well," she answered. "Is Dr. Halifax coming?"</p>
+      <p>"No, he wants to have a ride."</p>
+      <p>"If he rides, can he not follow the carriage?"</p>
+      <p>"Will you do that, Halifax?" asked my host.</p>
+      <p>"No, thank you," I answered; "I must write some letters before I go anywhere. I
+      will ride to the nearest town and post them presently, if I may." I left the room
+      as I spoke.</p>
+      <p>Shortly afterwards I saw from a window Sir Henry and his wife drive away. They
+      drove in a large open landau, and two girls who were staying in the house
+      accompanied them. My hour had come, and I went up at once to Sir Henry's bedroom.
+      Lady Studley's room opened directly into that of her husband, but both rooms had
+      separate entrances.</p>
+      <p>I locked the two outer doors now, and then began my investigations. I had the
+      key of the wardrobe in my pocket.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/014-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/014-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "GOOD HEAVENS! WHAT HAD HAPPENED?"</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>It was troublesome to unlock, because the key was a little rusty, and it was
+      more than evident that the heavy doors had not been opened for some time. Both
+      these doors were made of glass. When shut, they resembled in shape and appearance
+      an ordinary old-fashioned window. The glass was set in deep mullions. It was thick,
+      was of a peculiar shade of light blue, and was evidently of great antiquity. I
+      opened the doors and went inside. The wardrobe was so roomy that I could stand
+      upright with perfect comfort. It was empty, and was lined through and through with
+      solid oak. I struck a light and began to examine the interior with care. After a
+      great deal of patient investigation I came across a notch in the wood. I pressed my
+      finger on this, and immediately a little panel slid back, which revealed underneath
+      a small button. I turned the button and a door at the back of the wardrobe flew
+      open. A flood of sunlight poured in, and stepping out, I found myself in another
+      room. I looked around me in astonishment. This was a lady's chamber. Good heavens!
+      what had happened? I was in Lady Studley's room. Shutting the mysterious door of
+      the wardrobe very carefully, I found that all trace of its existence immediately
+      vanished.</p>
+      <p>There was no furniture against this part of the wall. It looked absolutely bare
+      and smooth. No picture ornamented it. The light paper which covered it gave the
+      appearance of a perfectly unbroken pattern. Of course, there must be a concealed
+      spring somewhere, and I lost no time in feeling for it. I pressed my hand and the
+      tips of my fingers in every direction along the wall. Try as I would, however, I
+      could not find the spring, and I had at last to leave Lady Studley's room and go
+      back to the one occupied by her husband, by the ordinary door.</p>
+      <p>Once more I re-entered the wardrobe and deliberately broke off the button which
+      opened the secret door from within. Anyone who now entered the wardrobe by this
+      door, and shut it behind him, would find it impossible to retreat. The apparition,
+      if it had material foundation, would thus find itself trapped in its own net.</p>
+      <p>What could this thing portend?</p>
+      <p>I had already convinced myself that if Sir Henry were the subject of a
+      hallucination, I also shared it. As this was impossible, I felt certain that the
+      apparition had a material foundation. Who was the person who glided night after
+      night into Lady Studley's room, who knew the trick of the secret spring in the
+      wall, who entered the old wardrobe, and performed this ghastly, this appalling
+      trick on Sir Henry Studley? I resolved that I would say nothing to Sir Henry of my
+      fresh discovery until after I had spent another night in the haunted room.</p>
+      <p>Accordingly, I slipped the key of the wardrobe once more into my pocket and went
+      downstairs.</p>
+      <p>I had my way again that night. Once more I found myself the sole occupant of the
+      haunted room. I put out the light, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited the issue
+      of events. At first there was silence and complete darkness, but soon after one
+      o'clock I heard the very slight but unmistakable tick-tick, which told me that the
+      apparition was about to appear. The ticking noise resembled the quaint sound made
+      by the death spider. There was no other noise of any sort, but a quickening of my
+      pulses, a sensation which I could not call fear, but which was exciting to the
+      point of pain, braced me up for an unusual and horrible sight. The light appeared
+      in the dim recess of the wardrobe. It grew clear and steady, and quickly resolved
+      itself into one intensely bright circle. Out of this circle the eye looked at me.
+      The eye was unnaturally large&mdash;it was clear, almost transparent, its
+      expression was full of menace and warning. Into the circle of light presently a
+      shadowy and ethereal hand intruded itself. The fingers beckoned me to approach,
+      while the eye looked fixedly at me. I sat motionless on the side of the bed. I am
+      stoical by nature and my nerves are well seasoned, but I am not ashamed to say that
+      I should be very sorry to be often subjected to that menace and that invitation.
+      The look in that eye, the beckoning power in those long, shadowy fingers would soon
+      work havoc even in the stoutest nerves. My heart beat uncomfortably fast, and I had
+      to say over and over to myself, "This is nothing more than a ghastly trick." I had
+      also to remind myself that I in my turn had prepared a trap for the apparition. The
+      time while the eye looked and the hand beckoned might in reality have been counted
+      by seconds; to me it seemed like eternity. I felt the cold dew on my forehead
+      before the rapidly waning light assured me that the apparition was about to vanish.
+      Making an effort I now left the bed and approached the wardrobe. I listened
+      intently. For a moment there was perfect silence. Then a fumbling noise was
+      distinctly audible. It was followed by a muffled cry, a crash, and a heavy fall. I
+      struck a light instantly, and taking the key of the wardrobe from my pocket, opened
+      it. Never shall I forget the sight that met my gaze.</p>
+      <p>There, huddled up on the floor, lay the prostrate and unconscious form of Lady
+      Studley. A black cloak in which she had wrapped herself partly covered her face,
+      but I knew her by her long, fair hair. I pulled back the cloak, and saw that the
+      unhappy girl had broken a blood-vessel, and even as I lifted her up I knew that she
+      was in a dying condition.</p>
+      <p>I carried her at once into her own room and laid her on the bed. I then returned
+      and shut the wardrobe door, and slipped the key into my pocket. My next deed was to
+      summon Sir Henry.</p>
+      <p>"What is it?" he asked, springing upright in bed.</p>
+      <p>"Come at once," I said, "your wife is very ill."</p>
+      <p>"Dying?" he asked, in an agonized whisper.</p>
+      <p>I nodded my head. I could not speak.</p>
+      <p>My one effort now was to keep the knowledge of the ghastly discovery I had made
+      from the unhappy husband.</p>
+      <p>He followed me to his wife's room. He forgot even to question me about the
+      apparition, so horrified was he at the sight which met his view.</p>
+      <p>I administered restoratives to the dying woman, and did what I could to check
+      the haemorrhage. After a time Lady Studley opened her dim eyes.</p>
+      <p>"Oh, Henry!" she said, stretching out a feeble hand to him, "come with me, come
+      with me. I am afraid to go alone."</p>
+      <p>"My poor Lucilla," he said. He smoothed her cold forehead, and tried to comfort
+      her by every means in his power.</p>
+      <p>After a time he left the room. When he did so she beckoned me to approach. "I
+      have failed," she said, in the most thrilling voice of horror I have ever listened
+      to. "I must go alone. He will not come with me."</p>
+      <p>"What do you mean?" I asked.</p>
+      <p>She could scarcely speak, but at intervals the following words dropped slowly
+      from her lips:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"I was the apparition. I did not want my husband to live after me. Perhaps I was
+      a little insane. I cannot quite say. When I was told by Sir Joseph Dunbar that
+      there was no hope of my life, a most appalling and frightful jealousy took
+      possession of me. I pictured my husband with another wife. Stoop down."</p>
+      <p>Her voice was very faint. I could scarcely hear her muttered words. Her eyes
+      were glazing fast, death was claiming her, and yet hatred against some unknown
+      person thrilled in her feeble voice.</p>
+      <p>"Before my husband married me, he loved another woman," she continued. "That
+      woman is now a widow. I felt certain that immediately after my death he would seek
+      her out and marry her. I could not bear the thought&mdash;it possessed me day and
+      night. That, and the terror of dying alone, worked such a havoc within me that I
+      believe I was scarcely responsible for my own actions. A mad desire took possession
+      of me to take my husband with me, and so to keep him from her, and also to have his
+      company when I passed the barriers of life. I told you that my brother was a
+      doctor. In his medical-student days the sort of trick I have been playing on Sir
+      Henry was enacted by some of his fellow-students for his benefit, and almost scared
+      him into fever. One day my brother described the trick to me, and I asked him to
+      show me how it was done. I used a small electric lamp and a very strong
+      reflector."</p>
+      <p>"How did you find out the secret door of the wardrobe?" I asked.</p>
+      <p>"Quite by chance. I was putting some dresses into the wardrobe one day and
+      accidentally touched the secret panel. I saw at once that here was my
+      opportunity."</p>
+      <p>"You must have been alarmed at your success," I said, after a pause. "And now I
+      have one more question to ask: Why did you summon me to the Grange?"</p>
+      <p>She made a faint, impatient movement.</p>
+      <p>"I wanted to be certain that my husband was really very ill," she said. "I
+      wanted you to talk to him&mdash;I guessed he would confide in you; I thought it
+      most probable that you would tell him that he was a victim of brain hallucinations.
+      This would frighten him and would suit my purpose exactly. I also sent for you as a
+      blind. I felt sure that under these circumstances neither you nor my husband could
+      possibly suspect me."</p>
+      <p>She was silent again, panting from exhaustion.</p>
+      <p>"I have failed," she said, after a long pause. "You have discovered the truth.
+      It never occurred to me for a moment that you would go into the room. He will
+      recover now."</p>
+      <p>She paused; a fresh attack of haemorrhage came on. Her breath came quickly. Her
+      end was very near. Her dim eyes could scarcely see.</p>
+      <p>Groping feebly with her hand she took mine.</p>
+      <p>"Dr. Halifax&mdash;promise."</p>
+      <p>"What?" I asked.</p>
+      <p>"I have failed, but let me keep his love, what little love he has for me, before
+      he marries that other woman. Promise that you will never tell him."</p>
+      <p>"Rest easy," I answered, "I will never tell him."</p>
+      <p>Sir Henry entered the room.</p>
+      <p>I made way for him to kneel by his wife's side.</p>
+      <p>As the grey morning broke Lady Studley died.</p>
+      <p>Before my departure from the Grange I avoided Sir Henry as much as possible.
+      Once he spoke of the apparition and asked if I had seen it. "Yes," I replied.</p>
+      <p>Before I could say anything further, he continued:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"I know now why it came; it was to warn me of my unhappy wife's death." He said
+      no more. I could not enlighten him, and he is unlikely now ever to learn the
+      truth.</p>
+      <p>The following day I left Studley Grange. I took with me, without asking leave of
+      any-one, a certain long black cloak, a small electric lamp, and a magnifying glass
+      of considerable power.</p>
+      <p>It may be of interest to explain how Lady Studley in her unhealthy condition of
+      mind and body performed the extraordinary trick by which she hoped to undermine her
+      husband's health, and ultimately cause his death.</p>
+      <p>I experimented with the materials which I carried away with me, and succeeded,
+      so my friends told me, in producing a most ghastly effect.</p>
+      <p>I did it in this way. I attached the mirror of a laryngoscope to my forehead in
+      such a manner as to enable it to throw a strong reflection into one of my eyes. In
+      the centre of the bright side of the laryngoscope a small electric lamp was fitted.
+      This was connected with a battery which I carried in my hand. The battery was
+      similar to those used by the ballet girls in Drury Lane Theatre, and could be
+      brought into force by a touch and extinguished by the removal of the pressure. The
+      eye which was thus brilliantly illumined looked through a lens of some power. All
+      the rest of the face and figure was completely covered by the black cloak. Thus the
+      brightest possible light was thrown on the magnified eye, while there was
+      corresponding increased gloom around.</p>
+      <p>When last I heard of Studley Grange it was let for a term of years and Sir Henry
+      had gone abroad. I have not heard that he has married again, but he probably will,
+      sooner or later.</p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-2" name="ch37-2"></a>The Queen of Holland.</h2>
+      <h4>BY MARY SPENCER-WARREN.</h4>
+      <blockquote>
+      <p>
+        <i>Her Majesty the Queen-Regent of Holland has graciously accorded special
+        permission to the writer of the following article to visit the Royal Palaces of
+        Amsterdam and The Hague to obtain photographs for publication in this Magazine: a
+        privilege of the greatest value, which is now accorded for the first time, the
+        palaces never before having been photographed.</i>
+      </p>  
+      </blockquote>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/017-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/017-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE ROYAL PALACE, AMSTERDAM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      <p>"I know a city, whose inhabitants dwell on the tops of trees like rooks." Thus
+      spake Erasmus; and this literal fact makes Amsterdam a most curious as well as a
+      most interesting place.</p>
+      <p>Were I writing of any one of Queen Victoria's Palaces, I should have no need to
+      speak of its situation: but, travellers though we are, we do not all see these
+      quaint Dutch cities, so a few introductory words may not come amiss.</p>
+      <p>A walk round the city reminds one of Paris with its Boulevards planted with
+      trees, and Venice with its all-present canals; indeed, it is actually divided up
+      into nearly one hundred islands, connected by over three hundred bridges. A curious
+      thing is, that its inhabitants are really living below the level of the sea, which
+      is stoutly dammed out. Thus, if necessary, water could be made its protection from
+      any invasion.</p>
+      <p>To go back to the commencement, everything, streets, houses, and bridges are all
+      built upon wooden piles driven into the ground. This is absolutely necessary, as
+      the natural soil is such that no permanent structure can be put up otherwise. On
+      how many piles this city stands it is impossible to form an accurate idea; one
+      building&mdash;the Royal Palace (Het Paleis)&mdash;resting on some 13,659. This is
+      situated on the Dam, the highest point of the city. It is 282ft. long; the height,
+      with tower, being 187ft. It was built from 1648-1655 for a town hall, and only
+      became a Royal Palace in 1808, when Napoleon first abode in it. As such, it has a
+      great drawback, the want of a suitable entrance.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/018-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/018-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         THE HALL OR RECEPTION-ROOM.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>I enter now at the rear of the building, which&mdash;situated in the Gedempte
+      Voorburgwal&mdash;is the entrance used by their Majesties. In spite of its civic
+      associations, when once inside there is much of the state and grandeur inseparable
+      from Royalty, and I soon determine that Holland can almost equal England for its
+      palatial contents and embellishments. The staircases and corridors are severe to
+      simplicity, but when I look round the first apartment I intend inspecting, I am
+      struck with the immensity and the exceeding beauty of its appearance. This is known
+      as the Hall or Reception-Room, and is said to be the finest in Europe. Its
+      proportions are certainly magnificent, 125ft. by 55ft.&mdash;a special feature
+      being a remarkably fine roof, 100ft. in height, with entire absence of columns or
+      other support. Roof, walls, and the hall entire are lined with white Italian
+      marble, the floor having an inlaid copper centre representative of the Firmament.
+      The large flag you see drooping from the roof is commemorative of the siege of
+      Antwerp, being the one used by General Chass&eacute; on that occasion, the various
+      groups of smaller ones being reminiscences of the eighty years' Spanish war and of
+      Indian foes. Some very beautiful examples of the sculptor's art are manifest, the
+      photographic work here introduced giving some idea of the exquisite detail and most
+      remarkable execution of Artus Quellin and his able assistants.</p>
+      <p>Here you will observe an allegorical group denoting Plenty, Wisdom, and
+      Strength, typical of the City of Amsterdam. We had a little adventure in securing
+      views of this hall. At one end is a small gallery, used as the mainstay for the
+      temporary orchestra, which is erected on festal occasions. Thinking our work could
+      be better shown from that point, we proceeded to it by a dark and winding staircase
+      in the rear.</p>
+      <p>All went well for a time, but during a period of watchful quietude our artist
+      was suddenly and unexpectedly confronted with a gathering of rats of anything but
+      peaceable aspect. It was too much for him! He made a wild rush for the staircase,
+      which, being narrow and treacherous, resulted in a too rapid descent, a very
+      forcible alighting at the foot, and a much bruised and shaken body.</p>
+      <p>For a few minutes we thought our photographic work would be closed for a season;
+      but when spirits and energies revived, we began to think of the camera and the very
+      long exposure plate up at the top; so up we went again with much clattering
+      commotion to warn our enemies of our approach, and thus you have a view that one of
+      our party will ever regard as dearly obtained.</p>
+      <p>Note the extremely delicate crystal chandeliers, for these are quite a feature
+      in the Dutch Palaces; so graceful and handsome, and so unlike the generality of
+      heavily-constructed appendages one is accustomed to behold. The other end of the
+      hall has also some choice sculptured marble, but unfortunately part of it is hidden
+      by the before-mentioned gallery. Could you obtain a clear view, you would see a
+      figure of Justice, with Ignorance and Quarrelsomeness crouched at her feet: on one
+      side a skeleton, and on the other Punishment. Above all is the figure of Atlas
+      supporting the globe.</p>
+      <p>Here I am given a full description of the appearance of this hall when laid for
+      the State banquet on the occasion of the somewhat recent visit of the German
+      Emperor. Splendid, indeed, must have been the effect of the hundreds of lights
+      gleaming upon the pure marble, the rare exotics, the massive plate, the State
+      dresses, and the rich liveries; and I am not surprised at the enthusiasm of the
+      narrator as he dilates on the grandeur displayed.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/019-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/019-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE THRONE ROOM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      <p>Passing through the doorway immediately under Atlas, I am at once in the Throne
+      Room. This is a fine apartment; its ceiling in alternate painted panels and arms in
+      relief, Marble columns stand out from the rich oaken walls, rich draperies giving
+      colour to the whole. I hear of a rare old painting and a fine chimney-piece hidden
+      away behind the throne, but have no opportunity of seeing, so perforce turn my
+      attention elsewhere. On either side are some glass fronted cases containing quite a
+      collection of ragged and venerable regimental colours of unmistakable Spanish
+      origin. Had I time to linger, I should hear of many fierce struggles and much
+      gallant conduct ere these trophies were taken; but all this is of the past, and so
+      I leave them, silent tokens of national pride.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/020-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/020-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         THE QUEEN OF HOLLAND.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by W. G. Kuijer, Amsterdam.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The chandeliers here are of very unique and costly appearance: Royal Arms and
+      crowns in ormolu, with pendants of curious device in pure crystal; three hundred
+      and sixty-four lights are here displayed.</p>
+      <p>While I have been looking round, attentive servitors have been busily engaged in
+      uncovering the throne and canopy for my inspection, and the crown which surmounts
+      the chair is fetched from its safe keeping place, screwed on, and I am at liberty
+      to thoroughly examine the most important piece of furniture in the kingdom.</p>
+      <p>It is essentially new looking; and really <i>is</i> so, only having been fitted
+      up some three years since, on the death of the late King and the consequent
+      accession of Wilhelmina, the present child-Queen. Virtually this seat is
+      unoccupied, as five years must elapse ere the coming of age and coronation of her
+      youthful Majesty. Meanwhile her mother is Queen-Regent, governing wisely and well,
+      and endearing herself to the people in every way; but more especially in the care
+      she manifests in the training of their future ruler to the proper regard of the
+      important position she will have to fill, and the faithful observance of duties
+      appertaining to such a position.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/020-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/020-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         THE QUEEN-REGENT.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by W. G. Kuijer, Amsterdam.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Accomplishments are imparted as a matter of course, but very much attention is
+      given to formation of character, and many stories reached me of the wise method
+      displayed, and the already promising result, giving much hope for a bright future.
+      As most of my readers are aware, the Queen Regent and our Duchess of Albany are
+      sisters, and all who know anything of the sweet-faced widow of our beloved Queen's
+      youngest son will at once comprehend much of the sister whom she so nearly
+      resembles.</p>
+      <p>Perhaps you would like a description of the throne. The chair is beautifully
+      burnished, covered with ruby velvet, and edged with ruby and gold fringe; the back
+      is surmounted by a crown containing sapphires, with lions in support; another crown
+      and the letter W being wrought on the velvet immediately underneath. In front of
+      the chair is a footstool to match. The canopy is curtained in ruby velvet, with
+      lining of cream silk&mdash;in token of the youth of its future occupant&mdash;with
+      fringe, cord, and tassels of gold. It is surmounted by crowns and ostrich plumes,
+      on the inner centre being worked the Royal Arms, with the motto "Je Maintiendrai"
+      standing out in bold relief. On either side the canopy may be noted the floral
+      wreaths containing the "Zuid Holland" and "Noord Holland" respectively. The
+      room&mdash;as are the major part of them&mdash;is richly carpeted with hand-made
+      "Deventers" of artistic design and colour blend.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/021-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/021-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE QUEEN'S SITTING-ROOM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stewart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      <p>Leaving here, I pass on to a room which is of much importance, namely, the
+      sitting-room of Her Majesty the Queen. In the lifetime of the late King it was his
+      habit to pass very much of his time here; thus, this was really His Majesty's
+      audience chamber. Here he would have his little daughter of whom he was
+      passionately fond&mdash;taking a great delight in listening to her merry prattle,
+      and her amusing remarks on whatever attracted her attention. The windows of the
+      room look out on to the Dam, a large square, which is quite the busiest part of the
+      city. The view from these windows is a never-ending source of interest to the
+      little Princess, and here she is wont to station herself, the inhabitants
+      continually congregating and greeting her with hearty cheering.</p>
+      <p>The room has an artistic ceiling by Holsteyn, and on the walls are some
+      paintings rich in detail, and of much historic interest. One of Flinck's largest
+      works&mdash;"Marcus Curius Dentatus"&mdash;is at one end: at the other, one of
+      Ferdinand Bol's&mdash;"Fabricius in the Camp of Pyrrhus." Facing the windows is one
+      by Wappers and Eeckhout: one that irresistibly appeals to the hearts of all
+      Hollanders. It is called the "Self-Sacrifice of Van Speyk," and depicts the brave
+      admiral of that name blowing up his vessel rather than surrender.</p>
+      <p>Van Speyk was educated in one of the public schools for which Amsterdam is
+      famous. Quite early in life he entered the navy, where his career was brilliant and
+      his promotion rapid, but never did he so gain the devoted admiration of his
+      countrymen as when he had nothing before him but death or defeat, and chose the
+      former, calling on his men to jump and swim, if they cared to; if not, to remain
+      and share his fate. Only one jumped: the others stood by their commander, faced
+      death calmly, and won a never-dying renown for their heroism.</p>
+      <p>There is a wonderful chandelier from the ceiling centre, made of copper and
+      ormolu, burning seventy-two lights, and of such enormous size that one wonders how
+      many floors it would crash through if it were to give way; then I learn that it is
+      supported by concealed cross-beams hidden away under the ceiling. After that
+      information, it is a great deal more comfortable to walk about under it than
+      hitherto, as the men in uncovering it had moved it, and it was still swinging
+      backwards and forwards in anything but a reassuring manner. Some fine marble
+      columns and a sculptured chimney-piece are worth attention, as are the costly
+      hangings and carpet. Here I may say that the greater part of the furniture in this
+      Palace is "First Empire" style, and of the costliest description.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 70%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/022-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/022-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         A CORNER OF THE QUEEN'S SITTING-ROOM.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>What will, no doubt, greatly interest you is the accompanying photograph of
+      small furniture specially made for her youthful Majesty, and used exclusively by
+      her. The frames are of the finest over-burnish, the plush upholstery being
+      decorated with the rarest specimens of art needlework. On one of the little tables
+      you will note a battledore and shuttlecock, with another thrown upon the floor, as
+      though the player had been suddenly interrupted in the midst of her play. Very
+      ordinary make and shape are these toys, such as you may see in any middle-class
+      English home, and each of them looking like favourites&mdash;judging from the signs
+      of much use they present.</p>
+      <p>Play-days are not yet over for the Queen, and doubtless she does not wish to
+      hasten their departure, for children are children all the world over, whether born
+      in palace or cottage. This particular one is not to be envied by those of lower
+      station, who have not the responsibility of position ever looming in front of
+      them&mdash;for she is shut away from many youthful pleasures, and denied the
+      constant companionship of those suited to her age.</p>
+      <p>I heard a story that on one occasion, in playing with her dolls, she was thus
+      heard to speak to a supposed refractory one: "Now, be good and quiet, because if
+      you don't I will turn you into a Queen, and then you will not have anyone to play
+      with at all." That is sufficiently pathetic to speak volumes of what it is to be
+      born in the purple, as was Wilhelmina of the Netherlands.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/023-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/023-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       PAINTED FRIEZE ON MANTEL-PIECE IN DINING-ROOM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p>
+      <p>The Hall of the Mos&eacute; is the next place I visit, used as the small dining
+      room of the Royal Family. Unfortunately, this is just undergoing partial
+      restoration, so no proper picture or description can be obtained. I observe a
+      painted ceiling, some marble columns of the Ionic order, blue and gold furniture
+      and hangings; and then some costly and rare paintings, three in number.</p>
+      <p>Facing the windows is a masterpiece of Jakob de Wit, "Moses Choosing the Seventy
+      Elders." The figures are life-size, the painting&mdash;extending the entire length
+      of the room&mdash;said to be the largest in Europe. There are marble fireplaces at
+      either end, over one "Solomon's Prayer," by G. Flinck, and over the other
+      "Jethro Counselling Moses to Appoint Judges from the People," by Bronkhorst. Quite
+      a feature of this room is the wonderful deceptive painting by this master over each
+      door, and on a continuous frieze. All of this is such an exact representation of
+      sculptured relief, that it is almost necessary to touch it ere one can be convinced
+      of its really level surface. I was told that this is the only known example of this
+      truly wonderful work.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/023-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/023-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE JUDGMENT OF SOLOMON.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p>
+      <p>Continuing my way through the aides-de-camps' waiting-room&mdash;stopping merely
+      to note one of Jan Livensz' works&mdash;I go on to the Vierschaar. Here the walls
+      are lined entirely with white marble, and present a fine sculptured frieze
+      representing Disgrace and Punishment, with reliefs emblematical of Wisdom and
+      Justice. The one here presented is Wisdom, as shown in the Judgment of Solomon.</p>
+      <p>In the large dining-room may also be seen more of the matchless white marble
+      ornamentation, and I should much like to linger and admire, but as Her Majesty the
+      Queen-Regent has graciously promised me the <i>entr&eacute;e</i> of other of her
+      Royal Palaces, I am obliged rather to curtail my work in Amsterdam.</p>
+      <p>Just now their Majesties are not at this particular Palace, so I see nothing of
+      State dinners, receptions, and other functions, but although I do not see them, I
+      hear very much; and it would seem that when they <i>are</i> here, the Palace is a
+      sort of open house, and festivity is the order of the day. To all appearance the
+      etiquette is not quite so rigid as at <i>our</i> Court, the Sovereign being more
+      accessible to the people. Persons wishing to pay their respects call at the Palace
+      about five days previous, write their name in a book kept for the purpose, then
+      they are admitted on the specified day, provided no good reason exists for their
+      exclusion. The people are eminently loyal, and speak of the little Queen in tones
+      of warmest affection, an affection which is also extended to the Queen-Regent, who
+      has evidently made herself a firm position in the country.</p>
+      <p>The Palace at Den Haag is before me now, but first perhaps you would like to
+      know something of the Palace at the Loo, a place I had the privilege of seeing;
+      though, as their Majesties were actually in residence there, photographic work was
+      not possible.</p>
+      <p>The Loo is near Apeldoorn, and some considerable distance from Amsterdam. I have
+      only the one day to spare, so am off early in the morning. Steaming out of the
+      Central Station, I soon find myself speeding along in such comfortable, well-warmed
+      carriages as would rejoice the unfortunate winter traveller in this country, who is
+      all but dependent on his ability to pay for the not very useful foot-warmer.</p>
+      <p>The country is pretty but flat, dykes instead of hedges, windmills without
+      number; hundreds of cows in the fields, very fine cattle, but they <i>do</i> look
+      comical, for the majority of them are wearing coats!</p>
+      <p>At frequent intervals along the line are road crossings, each with their little
+      gatehouse, and each kept by a woman, who turns out as we pass, dressed in her long
+      blue coat with scarlet facings, quaint, tall shiny hat, and in her hand the
+      signal-flag.</p>
+      <p>At length I reach Apeldoorn, and there a difficulty presents itself. That the
+      Palace is some distance away I am aware, but <i>how</i> far I do not know, or in
+      which direction, and while I am parleying and gesticulating in a mixture of French,
+      English, and a <i>few</i> words of Dutch, the only conveyance obtainable takes
+      itself off, and I am left to tramp through the woods with a jargon of Dutch
+      directions ringing in my ears, and a very faint idea of longitude or latitude in my
+      mind.</p>
+      <p>The first part lay through a long, straggling village leading right into a
+      beautiful forest. Given a fine day, and a certainty of route, it would have been
+      simply grand; but as it soon poured in torrents, my situation was anything but
+      enviable&mdash;in fact, I was almost in despair, when a huge cart laden with trunks
+      of trees came slowly from a turning near.</p>
+      <p>Making the man in charge understand that I wanted the "Paleis," I found he was
+      bound in the same direction. By this time the rutty roads were almost ankle deep in
+      mud, so when I was invited to ride, I gladly scrambled to the top of the pile, and
+      so jogged along; my good-natured guide trudging at the side, pipe in mouth,
+      regardless of the weather. In such stately style, then, I at length sighted the
+      Palace, but was careful to make a descent before getting <i>too</i> near, as THE
+      STRAND MAGAZINE must make a more dignified appearance at a Royal residence than a
+      wood-cart and a smock-frocked driver can impart.</p>
+      <p>Four or five men in State liveries bow profoundly as I enter, one of whom
+      conducts me to an ante-room, and, after a short interval, through some long
+      corridors, up some stairs and into the presence of one of Her Majesty's Gentlemen
+      of the Household. A courteous interview with him, and I am asked to wait for Her
+      Majesty's Private Secretary, who, out at present, will see me on his return.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/025-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/025-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE ROYAL PALACE AT DEN HAAG.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p>
+      <p>Of course I make the best use of the interval and see all I can of the Palace. A
+      fine-looking and imposing building it is, standing back in a large quadrangle, the
+      latter being gay with flowers. The outer rails are literally on the edge of the
+      wood, and no more secluded spot can be imagined than this&mdash;the favourite
+      residence of their Majesties. His Majesty the late King also preferred this
+      residence to those more immediately near or in towns, and it was here he breathed
+      his last.</p>
+      <p>What I see of the interior is superbly grand, but it is more to the purpose that
+      I have the honour of seeing their Majesties during the day, and the opportunity of
+      some observation. The youthful Queen seems a most pleasing and intelligent-looking
+      child, and is eminently child-like and unaffected in her manner and movements.
+      Readers may be interested in knowing that, in addition to masters provided for Her
+      Majesty's training, she has an English governess, under whose charge she is more
+      immediately placed.</p>
+      <p>The Queen-Regent, as I have already said, much resembles her sister; not so
+      tall, rather stouter, but with much the same gentle and rather sad expression of
+      countenance. Strange that these two sisters should both become widows at an early
+      age. One comfort they have, there is no very great distance between them; and
+      though, of course, the Queen-Regent cannot leave her country much, there is nothing
+      to prevent the Duchess of Albany going there; so a suite of apartments is kept for
+      her at each Palace.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/025-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/025-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         STATUE OF WILLIAM II, WITH THE CHURCH.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>My interview with Her Majesty's Private Secretary is of the most pleasant, and I
+      cannot but record my grateful appreciation of this gentleman's kindness and
+      courtesy extended towards me throughout my stay in Holland; such courteous
+      attention much facilitating my work.</p>
+      <p>Back again to Amsterdam; and the next day off in quite an opposite direction to
+      Den Haag, one of the cleanest and most picturesque places I have ever seen.</p>
+      <p>Here the Palace was built by William II. It is in the Grecian style, and stands
+      on the site of a former hunting-lodge, dating back to the 9th century. Facing the
+      principal entrance is an equestrian statue of William II., at the back of which you
+      note the church attended by the family. The entrance hall and staircase are lined
+      with marble, the stairs themselves being of the same. Before proceeding up them,
+      however, we go through to the pretty and well-kept garden and take a view from the
+      lawn. In the right wing of the building as it faces you, the Queen's private
+      apartments are situated, the left wing containing the rooms occupied by the Duchess
+      of Albany when at The Hague.</p>
+      <p>Now we pass up the grand staircase, where I pause to note the Ionic columns, the
+      ormolu and porcelain candelabra, a Siberian vase from the Emperor Nicholas, five
+      immense vases from the Emperor of China, a painting of William IV., and one of
+      Maria of Stockholm and family.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/026-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/026-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE LATE KING'S RECEPTION-ROOM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p>
+      <p>Leaving here, the first room I enter is the King's reception-room. This is a
+      very bright looking and expensively fitted apartment, furnished in electric blue
+      and gold, massive gold-framed panels, and a ceiling decorated in relief with arms
+      and mottoes in gold and white. The chimney-piece is purest marble, the frescoes
+      showing crowns, arms, etc. The candelabra are over-burnished brass and Dresden
+      china, some being Japanese.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/027-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/027-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE QUEEN'S BALL-ROOM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 70%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/027-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/027-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         THE LARGE DINING-ROOM.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The next room is most interesting, for it is a small ball-room, the ball-room in
+      fact of Her Majesty the Queen. It has a beautiful inlaid floor, a white ceiling
+      worked in relief, crimson and gold curtains, and furniture of the First Empire,
+      some of it upholstered in gold silk, with a variety of colours intermixed. Here are
+      shown some priceless S&egrave;vres china, and a present of vases from the Emperor
+      Napoleon. Also I note a fine marble vase from the King's Palace in Luxemburg. On
+      the wall are some handsome gold-framed mirrors, and from the ceiling costly
+      chandeliers with two hundred and twenty lights. The mantel is exquisitely carved
+      marble, with an ormolu frieze. On one side you will note a small piano; it is a
+      French one, of very clear and fine tone, and beautifully finished in every respect.
+      In this room Her Majesty the Queen may be imagined enjoying the balls given to the
+      youthful aristocracy, something different to the State dances in the larger room;
+      and, doubtless, by a long way, much more enjoyable. By the time the Queen can
+      command the State balls, she will have commenced to feel the cares of her position;
+      and will look back with real regret to the assemblies here, when she had merely to
+      enjoy herself, a devoted mother observing the graver duties, her own greatest
+      trouble, perhaps, being the acquirement of the tasks assigned by the governess and
+      masters.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/028-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/028-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         FAVOURITE HORSE OF WILLIAM II.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The large dining-room has some fine family portraits on its walls. The first you
+      will notice is that of William II., on horseback, leading an attack; the artist
+      (Keirzer) has produced a first-rate work of both man and horse. Underneath this
+      picture stands the favourite horse of William II., one which carried him through
+      numerous engagements, and earned from his Royal master a gratitude and affection
+      that caused him to wish for his preservation in a position where he would
+      constantly be reminded of him.</p>
+      <p>The ceiling of this room shows some beautiful relief carving of fruit and
+      flowers, also some fine fresco work; the chandeliers here are massive, as is the
+      furniture and other appointments. The room is long and of not much width, but lofty
+      and well-lighted.</p>
+      <p>The buffet adjoining the dining-room has some very costly and, at the same time,
+      some very interesting contents. The Empire furniture is draped in rich crimson
+      silk, the walls being covered with silk brocade of the same colour. The
+      chimney-piece of sculptured marble, with an ormolu frieze, holds some choice
+      antique porcelain vases and a valuable Roman timepiece. A massive chandelier hangs
+      from the centre of a ceiling wrought with the arms of the house&mdash;this
+      chandelier being solid silver. It was presented by the inhabitants of Amsterdam,
+      while two silver lustres at the sides of the fireplace were presented by Rotterdam.
+      Two exquisite statues stand in front of the windows, one of Venus, the other Diana,
+      midway between which is an immense porcelain vase on a pedestal. This you will note
+      in the view given of the room. It has special interest just now, as it was given by
+      Marshal MacMahon, whose death recently occurred, and whose funeral&mdash;a State
+      military one&mdash;I had the opportunity of witnessing a few weeks ago in
+      Paris.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 80%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/028-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/028-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         THE CRYSTAL ROOM.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The windows are of very fine stained glass, the different panes giving portraits
+      of Kings and Princes, under each being depicted battles they had fought. Note this
+      rare Florentine mosaic table with pedestal of ormolu; then we will pass on to the
+      crystal room, an ante-room to the ball-room. Some immense candelabra of purest
+      crystal at once attracted my attention; not only were they of the largest I had
+      ever seen, but they were absolutely unique in composition: the pedestals in support
+      were ormolu and marble.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 80%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/029-1.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/029-1.jpg"
+        alt="" /></a><br />
+         SIDEBOARD AND MINIATURES IN SMALL DINING-ROOM.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The appointments here are again in the First Empire style. The view here shown
+      is looking into the small dining-room, the private dining-room of their Majesties.
+      In it there is to be seen a costly collection of miniatures, nearly a hundred and
+      twenty in number, every one of them from the hand of Dutch masters. They are all
+      beautifully framed in groups. In the photograph you will observe a finely carved
+      side-board with some of these miniatures showing on either side. Also in this room
+      you will find several specimens of engraving on brass and some Russian productions
+      in malachite.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/029-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/029-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE STATE BALL-ROOM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      <p>Now to the State ball-room&mdash;a nobly proportioned room, but of somewhat
+      severe aspect Some good relief carving is shown and a splendid parquetry floor;
+      also some costly furniture, over-burnished and upholstered in crimson with floral
+      devices. No doubt it has a very imposing and gay appearance when lighted up and
+      filled with guests. Nearly seven hundred lights are displayed, which would
+      naturally cause a most brilliant effect. Somehow ball-rooms are never satisfactory
+      when viewed in the day-time, unless you have an eye for proportions only; in that
+      case this one could not fail to please, as it cannot be less than 90ft. long and is
+      of magnificent height, added to by a glass concave roof.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/030-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/030-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE QUEEN'S RECEPTION-ROOM.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      <p>The Queen's reception-room is prettily hung in crimson with designs depicting
+      art and music; the furniture bright and handsome in crimson and cream. On either
+      side of the fireplace stand some crimson velvet screens in burnished frames, the
+      crown and arms worked on the velvet in characters of gold. In the accompanying view
+      you will observe a large album on a stand; this was given to the Queen-Regent by
+      the ladies of Holland. It is of leather, with ormolu mounts, on the covers being
+      painted panels and flowers worked in silk, these flowers being surrounded with
+      rubies and pearls; and at either corner is a large sapphire. The interior shows
+      pages of vellum, with names of subscribers beautifully inscribed.</p>
+      <p>This room will, of course, be the one where the young Queen will receive when
+      she commences to reign.</p>
+      <p>From here I went to view a suite of apartments, formerly the property of Queen
+      Sophia, the first Consort of the late King. These rooms are still in the same
+      condition as when Her Majesty died; they are very fine rooms, and contain a vast
+      number of curios of every description. They are lined entirely from floor to
+      ceiling with mahogany; the furniture, which is massive, antique, and beautifully
+      carved, being also of mahogany and tulip wood. I find one of Erard's grand pianos
+      standing in the boudoir, and am told that it was a favourite instrument of the late
+      Queen. There are some fine specimens of vases: one an "Adam and Eve," some of Swiss
+      make, and others of Dresden. Also I note an exquisite model of a ship, an inlaid
+      Empire mirror, and other treasures too numerous to particularize.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/031-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/031-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         OVER-MANTEL IN TEA-ROOM.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The tea-room is another that I must make brief mention of. It contains some
+      valuable souvenirs in the form of vases, some from the Emperor Napoleon (these are
+      jewelled), some from William IV. of Germany, and some from the Emperor Frederick.
+      Then there are others from Berlin and Potsdam, and still others of S&egrave;vres.
+      On the marble mantel is a very intricate French timepiece, and over it an exquisite
+      silver-framed mirror. An inlaid mosaic table is a feature here. The worth of it
+      must be fabulous; the design is marvellously executed. Pope Pius IX. was the donor.
+      This room is really the tea-room for the Royal ladies when in residence. Music is
+      again to the fore, and here Steinway is the favourite, one of his grand pianos
+      occupying the place of honour.</p>
+      <p>Now I go downstairs for a brief survey of the private apartments of the late
+      King. I shall not attempt to describe them in detail, but content myself with
+      mention of one or two things I specially noticed. I started with the billiard-room,
+      a good-sized room and well fitted; but obscured by the covers denoting non-usage.
+      One curious article I must note. It is a clock and musical-box combined, giving out
+      a variety of twenty-seven tunes. The visible part of it is a pure alabaster
+      representation of the tomb of our Henry II, supported by lions couchant. Rather a
+      strange model for a musical-box containing lively airs, is it not?</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 70%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/031-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/031-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         THE LATE KING'S SITTING-ROOM.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Then I pass on through the King's dining-room, a stately and richly-appointed
+      apartment. On through the Ministers' room, and so into His Majesty's private
+      sitting-room. Here I cannot but linger, there are so many treasures rich and rare,
+      the chief of which consists in the elaborate cabinets and other furniture, all of
+      tortoiseshell and silver, quite the best I have seen of its kind. Some of it looks
+      as though crammed with secret drawers, and I stand before it wondering whether
+      Queen Wilhelmina will be as anxious to discover and overhaul them as <i>I</i>
+      should be.</p>
+      <p>I could tell you a deal more of what I saw at this Palace at Den Haag, but,
+      doubtless, have said enough to show you something of its wealth of appointments and
+      costly treasures. One cannot help thinking what a sum all this has cost, and what
+      it must take to keep up so many places; but the Royal Family of the Netherlands
+      have well-lined coffers, as it is not only their own country that owns their
+      supremacy, but they have also many dependencies in the Indies, bringing in enormous
+      revenues.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/032-1.jpg"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/032-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "T'HUIS IN'T BOSCH," NEAR DEN HAAG.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Gunn &amp; Stuart, Richmond.</i></p>
+      <p>I have mentioned three Palaces; I know of five; but will close with just a few
+      words respecting a fourth, and a view of the same, which is charmingly pretty. This
+      Palace is called "T'Huis in't Bosch," and is just a nice carriage drive from the
+      town of Den Haag. It stands right in the midst of a beautiful park, with herds of
+      deer and hundreds of gay-plumaged birds&mdash;a park that far and away surpasses
+      even our vaunted Richmond Park&mdash;magnificent timber, dense undergrowth, wild
+      flowers in profusion, and now and again winding lakes and streams, crossed by
+      rustic bridges, and such views over hill and dale as would delight either an artist
+      or an admirer of Nature. The above view of the house will give a good idea of its
+      outside appearance. I have no time for interiors, or should be tempted to prolong
+      this indefinitely. We have had a peep at the Palaces of Holland, and many of us
+      will know more of the country and its reigning family for the visit.</p>
+      <p>Holland, with its youthful Queen, has a future we cannot wot of, but we all hope
+      it is a prosperous and bright one, and we all agree in thanking Her Majesty the
+      Queen-Regent for the opportunity of gaining this information, and wish for her
+      daughter all the happiness and wisdom that she&mdash;the Royal mother&mdash;could
+      desire for her.</p>
+      <hr />
+      <h4><i>[The Illustrated Interviews will be continued as usual next month.]</i></h4>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-3" name="ch37-3"></a>Zig-Zags at the Zoo.</h2>
+      <h3>XIX. ZIG-ZAG BATRACHIAN.</h3>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/033-1.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/033-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <div style="float:left; clear:both; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/034-1.jpg"><img width="60%"
+        src="images/034-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         <a href="images/034-2.jpg"><img width="70%" src="images/034-2.jpg" alt="" />
+        </a><br />
+         <a href="images/034-3.jpg"><img width="80%" src="images/034-3.jpg" alt="" />
+        </a><br />
+         <a href="images/034-4.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/034-4.jpg" alt="" />
+        </a><br />
+         A SMALL LUNCH.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The frog and the toad suffer, in this world of injustice, from a deprival of the
+      respect and esteem that is certainly their due. In the case of the frog this may be
+      due largely to the animal's headlong and harlequin-like character, but the toad is
+      a steady personage, whose solemnity of deportment, not to speak of his stoutness,
+      entitles him to high consideration in a world where grave dulness and personal
+      circumference always attract reverence. The opening lines of a certain famous poem
+      have without a doubt done much to damage the dignity of the frog. "The frog he
+      would a-wooing go" is not, perhaps, disrespectful, although flippant; but "whether
+      his mother would let him or no" is a gross insult. Of course, it is a matter upon
+      which no self-respecting frog ever consults his mother; but the absurd jingle is
+      immortal, and the frog's dignity suffers by it. Then there is a certain pot-bellied
+      smugness of appearance about the frog that provokes a smile in the irreverent.
+      Still, the frog has received some consideration in his time. The great Homer
+      himself did not disdain to sing the mighty battle of the frogs and mice; and
+      Aristophanes gave the frogs a most important chorus in one of his comedies;
+      moreover, calling the whole comedy "The Frogs," although he had his choice of
+      title-names among many very notable characters&mdash;&AElig;schylus, Euripides,
+      Bacchus, Pluto, Proserpine, and other leaders of society. Still, in every way the
+      frog and the toad are underesteemed&mdash;as though such a thing as a worthy family
+      frog or an honourable toad of business were in Nature impossible. It is not as
+      though they were useless. The frog's hind legs make an excellent dish for those who
+      like it, as well as a joke for those who don't. Powdered toad held in the palm is a
+      fine thing to stop the nose bleeding&mdash;or, at any rate, it was a couple of
+      hundred years ago, according to a dear old almanac I have. On the same
+      unimpeachable authority I may fearlessly affirm a smashed frog&mdash;smashed on the
+      proper saint's day&mdash;in conjunction with hair taken from a ram's forehead and a
+      nail stolen from a piebald mare's shoe, to be a certain remedy for ague, worn in a
+      little leather bag. If it fails it will be because the moon was in the wrong
+      quarter, or the mare was not sufficiently piebald, or the nail was not stolen with
+      sufficient dishonesty, or some mistake of that sort.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; clear:both; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/035-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/035-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "THINK I COULD MANAGE THAT BEETLE, TYRRELL?"</p>
+        <br />
+         
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/035-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/035-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         EVIL COMMUNICATIONS.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Personally, I am rather fond of frogs and toads. This, of course, in a strictly
+      platonic sense, and entirely apart from dinner. A toad I admire even more than a
+      frog, because of his gentlemanly calm. He never rushes at his food ravenously, as
+      do so many other creatures. Place a worm near him and you will see. He inspects the
+      worm casually, first with one eye and then with the other, as who would say:
+      "Luncheon? Certainly. Delighted, I'm sure." Then he sits placidly awhile, as though
+      thinking of something else altogether. Presently he rises slightly on his feet and
+      looks a little&mdash;very little&mdash;more attentively at the worm. "Oh, yes," he
+      is saying&mdash;"luncheon, of course. Whenever you like, you know." And he becomes
+      placid again, as though interested in the general conversation. After a little he
+      suddenly straightens his hind legs and bends down over the worm, like a man saying,
+      "Ah, and what have we got here now? Oh, worm&mdash;<i>ver au
+      naturel</i>&mdash;capital, capital!" After this there is nothing to do but to eat,
+      and this the toad does without the smallest delay. For leisurely indifference,
+      followed by a business-like grab, nothing can beat a toad. Almost before the cover
+      is lifted, figuratively speaking, the worm's head and tail are wriggling, like a
+      lively moustache, out of the sides of the toad's mouth. The head and tail he gently
+      pats in with his hands, and there is no longer any worm; after which the toad
+      smiles affably and comfortably, possibly meditating a liqueur. I have an especial
+      regard for the giant toad in one of the cases against the inner wall of the
+      reptile-house lobby. There is a pimpliness of countenance and a comfortable
+      capaciousness of waistcoat about him that always make me wonder what he has done
+      with his churchwarden and pewter. He has a serene, confidential,
+      well-old-pal-how-are-you way of regarding Tyrrell, his keeper. Of late (for some
+      few months, that is) the giant toad has been turning something over in his mind, as
+      one may perceive from his cogitative demeanour. He is thinking, I am convinced, of
+      the new Goliath Beetle. The Goliath Beetle, he is thinking, would make rather a fit
+      supper for the Giant Toad. This because he has never seen the beetle. His mind
+      might be set at rest by an introduction to Goliath, but the acquaintanceship would
+      do no good to the beetle's morals. At present Goliath is a most exemplary
+      vegetarian and tea-drinker, but evil communications with that pimply, dissipated
+      toad would wreck his principles.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; clear:both; width: 40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/036-1.png" alt="" /></a></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/036-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "DON'T SQUEEZE SO, TYRRELL!"<br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; clear: right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/036-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "WANT ME TO BARK?"<br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:left;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p>Why one should speak of the Adorned Ceratophrys when the thing might just as
+      well be called the Barking Frog, I don't know. Let us compromise and call him the
+      Adorned C., in the manner of Mr. Wemmick. I respect the Adorned C. almost as much
+      as if he were a toad instead of a frog, but chiefly I admire his mouth. A crocodile
+      has a very respectable mouth&mdash;when it separates its jaws it opens its head.
+      But when the Adorned C. smiles he opens out his entire anatomical bag of
+      tricks&mdash; comes as near bisecting himself indeed as may be; opens, in short,
+      like a Gladstone bag. From a fat person, of course, you expect a broad, genial
+      smile; but you are doubly gratified when you find it extending all round him. That,
+      you feel, is indeed no end of a smile&mdash;and that is the smile of the Adorned
+      C.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; clear:both; width: 80%;">
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-4.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/036-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "HE CALLS THIS WINDING ME UP!"<br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-5.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/036-5.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "SHAN'T BARK&mdash;"<br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-6.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/036-6.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "SO THERE!"<br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-7.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/036-7.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "STOW THAT, TYRRELL!"<br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-1.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/037-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "HE'S ALWAYS DOING THAT."<br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-2.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/037-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "I'LL GET SO WILD IN A MINUTE!"<br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-3.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/037-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "GUR-R-R-R-."<br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+      </div>
+      <p>But, notwithstanding this smile, the Adorned C. is short of temper. Indeed, you
+      may only make him bark by practising upon this fact. Tyrrell's private performance
+      with the Adorned C. is one that irresistibly reminds the spectator of Lieutenant
+      Cole's with his figures, and would scarcely be improved by ventriloquism itself.
+      The Adorned C. prefers biting to barking, and his bite is worse than his
+      bark&mdash;bites always are, except in the proverb. This is why Tyrrell holds the
+      Adorned C. pretty tight whenever he touches him. The one aspiration of the Adorned
+      C. is for a quiet life, and he defends his aspiration with bites and barks.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-4.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/037-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "WOW, WOW!"<br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-5.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/037-5.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "SNAP! WOW-WOW!"<br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both; float:right; width:50%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-6.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/037-6.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "WHAT, GOT TO GO BACK?"</p>
+        <br />
+      </div>
+      <p>Tyrrell touches him gently, cautiously, and repeatedly on the back until the
+      annoyance is no longer to be tolerated, and then the Adorned C. duly barks like a
+      terrier. Now, the most interesting thing about the Adorned C., after his mouth, is
+      his bark, and why he should be reluctant to exhibit it except under pressure of
+      irritation&mdash;why he should hide his light under a bushel of ill-temper&mdash;I
+      can't conceive. It is as though Patti wouldn't sing till her manager threw an egg
+      at her, or as though Sir Frederick Leighton would only paint a picture after Mr.
+      Whistler had broken his studio windows with a brick. Even the whistling oyster of
+      London tradition would perform without requiring a preliminary insult or personal
+      assault. But let us account everything good if possible; perhaps the Adorned C.
+      only suffers from a modest dislike for vain display; although this is scarcely
+      consistent with the internal exhibition afforded by his smile.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-7.png"><img width="40%"
+      src="images/037-7.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "GOOD NIGHT, TYRRELL!"<br />
+      </p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 80%">
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-2.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/038-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-3.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/038-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <br />
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-5.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/038-5.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 45%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-1.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/038-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+      </div>
+      <p>With the distinction of residence in the main court of the reptile-house itself,
+      as also with the knowledge of its rarity, the Smooth-clawed Frog sets no small
+      value on himself. He lives in water perpetually, and is always bobbing mysteriously
+      about in it with his four-fingered hands spread out before him. This seems to me to
+      be nothing but a vulgar manifestation of the Smooth-clawed Frog's
+      self-appreciation. He is like a coster conducting a Dutch auction, except that it
+      is himself that he puts up for the bids of admiring visitors. With his double bunch
+      of four fingers held eagerly before him he says&mdash;or means to
+      say&mdash;"'Ere&mdash;eight! Ain't that cheap enough? Eight! Going at eight. Who
+      says eight? Now then&mdash;eight; for a noble frog like me!" Presently, he wriggles
+      a little in the water, as though vexed at the slackness of offers; then he drops
+      one of the hands and leaves the other outstretched. "'Ere&mdash;four! Anythink to
+      do business. Four! Nobody say four? Oh, blow this!" and with a jerk of one long
+      paddle he dives among the weeds. "Them shiny-lookin' swells ain't got no money!" is
+      what I am convinced he reports to his friends.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-4.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/038-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-6.png"><img width="50%"
+      src="images/038-6.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>The Smooth-clawed Frog has lately begun to breed here, a thing before unknown;
+      so that his rarity and value are in danger of depreciation. But such is his
+      inordinate conceit of himself that I am convinced he will always begin the bidding
+      with eight.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-1.png"><img width="50%"
+      src="images/039-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <div style="float: left; width: 80%">
+        <div style="float:left; width: 33%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-2.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "HAPPY?"</p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 33%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-3.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "I AM HAPPY."</p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 33%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-4.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "WHY SHOULDN'T I BE HAPPY?"</p>
+        </div>
+        <br />
+        <div style="clear:left; float:left; width: 33%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-5.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-5.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "THE SOCIETY LODGES ME."</p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 36%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-6.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-6.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "TYRRELL FEEDS ME."</p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 30%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-7.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-7.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "NO EXPENSE TO ME, YOU KNOW."</p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="clear:left; float:left; width: 33%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-8.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-8.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+          </p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 66%">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-9.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/039-9.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "GOOD DAY TO YOU."</p>
+        </div>
+      </div>
+      <p>If you rejoice in the sight of a really happy, contented frog, you should stand
+      long before White's Green Frog, and study his smile. No other frog has a smile like
+      this; some are wider, perhaps, but that is nothing. A frog is ordained by Nature to
+      smile much, but the smile seems commonly one of hunger merely, though often one of
+      stomach-ache. White's Green Frog smiles broad content and placid felicity.
+      Maintained in comfort, with no necessity to earn his living, this is probably
+      natural; still, the bison enjoys the same advantages, although nobody ever saw him
+      smile; but, then, an animal soon to become extinct can scarcely be expected to
+      smile. In the smile of White's Green Frog, however, I fear, a certain smug,
+      Pecksniffian quality is visible. "I am a Numble individual, my Christian friends,"
+      he seems to say, "and my wants, which are few and simple, are providentially
+      supplied. Therefore, I am Truly Happy. It is no great merit in my merely batrachian
+      nature that I am Truly Happy; a cheerful countenance, my friends, is a duty imposed
+      on me by an indulgent Providence." White's Green Frog may, however, be in reality a
+      frog of excellent moral worth: and I trust that Green's White Frog, if ever he is
+      discovered, will be a moral frog too.</p>
+      <div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-1.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/040-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "HERE WE ARE!"</p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-2.png"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/040-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+           "HOW DO? I'M OFF."</p>
+        </div>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; clear:both; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/040-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "EH?"<br />
+        </p>
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-4.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/040-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "WHAT?"<br />
+        </p>
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-5.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/040-5.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "WHO'S THAT?"<br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>By-the-bye, some green frogs are blue. That is to say, individuals of the green
+      species have been found of the skyey colour and sold at a good price as rarities.
+      When it was not easy to find one already blue, the prudent tradesman kept a green
+      frog in a blue glass vase for a few weeks, and brought it out as blue as you might
+      wish. The colour stayed long enough, as a rule, to admit of sale at a decent price,
+      but was liable to fade after. As I think I have said, the toad is distinguished by
+      a placid calm denied to the frog; therefore it is singular that the ordinary toad's
+      Latin name should be <i>Bufo vulgaris</i>&mdash;a name suggestive of nothing so
+      much as a low&mdash;disgracefully low&mdash;comedian. <i>Bufo vulgaris</i> should
+      be the name of a very inferior, rowdy clown. The frog is a much nearer
+      approximation to this character than the toad. The frog comes headlong with a
+      bound, a bunch of legs and arms, with his "Here we are again! Fine day to-morrow,
+      wasn't it?" and goes off with another bound, before the toad, who is gravely
+      analyzing the metaphysical aspect of nothing in particular, can open his eyes to
+      look up. The toad has one comic act, however, of infinitely greater humour than the
+      bouncing buffooneries of the frog. When the toad casts his skin he quietly rolls it
+      up over his back and head, just as a man skins off a close-fitting jersey. Once
+      having drawn it well over his nose, however, he immediately proceeds to cram it
+      down his throat with both hands, and so it finally disappears. Now, this is a
+      performance of genuine and grotesque humour, which it is worth keeping a toad to
+      see.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-6.png"><img width="50%"
+      src="images/040-6.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-4" name="ch37-4"></a>The Helmet.</h2>
+      <h4>From the French by Ferdinand Beissier.</h4>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/041-1.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/041-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>"But, uncle&mdash;I love my cousin!"</p>
+      <p>"Get out!"</p>
+      <p>"Give her to me."</p>
+      <p>"Don't bother me!"</p>
+      <p>"It will be my death!"</p>
+      <p>"Nonsense! you'll console yourself with some other girl."</p>
+      <p>"Pray&mdash;"</p>
+      <p>My uncle, whose back had been towards me, whirled round, his face red to
+      bursting, and brought his closed fist down upon the counter with a heavy thump.</p>
+      <p>"Never!" he cried; "never: Do you hear what I say?"</p>
+      <p>And as I looked at him beseechingly and with joined hands, he went
+      on:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"A pretty husband you look like!&mdash;without a sou, and dreaming of going into
+      housekeeping! A nice mess I should make of it, by giving you my daughter! It's no
+      use your insisting. You know that when I have said 'No,' nothing under the sun can
+      make me say 'Yes'!"</p>
+      <p>I ceased to make any further appeal. I knew my uncle&mdash;about as headstrong
+      an old fellow as could be found in a day's search. I contented myself with giving
+      vent to a deep sigh, and then went on with the furbishing of a big, double-handed
+      sword, rusty from point to hilt.</p>
+      <p>This memorable conversation took place, in fact, in the shop of my maternal
+      uncle, a well-known dealer in antiquities and <i>objets d'art</i>, No. 53, Rue des
+      Claquettes, at the sign of the "Maltese Cross"&mdash;a perfect museum of
+      curiosities.</p>
+      <p>The walls were hung with Marseilles and old Rouen china, facing ancient
+      cuirasses, sabres, and muskets, and picture frames; below these were ranged old
+      cabinets, coffers of all sorts, and statues of saints, one-armed or one-legged for
+      the most part and dilapidated as to their gilding; then, here and there, in glass
+      cases, hermetically closed and locked, there were knick-knacks in infinite
+      variety&mdash;lachrymatories, tiny urns, rings, precious stones, fragments of
+      marble, bracelets, crosses, necklaces, medals, and miniature ivory statuettes, the
+      yellow tints of which, in the sun, took momentarily a flesh-like transparency.</p>
+      <p>Time out of mind the shop had belonged to the Cornuberts. It passed regularly
+      from father to son, and my uncle&mdash;his neighbours said&mdash;could not but be
+      the possessor of a nice little fortune. Held in esteem by all, a Municipal
+      Councillor, impressed by the importance and gravity of his office, short, fat,
+      highly choleric and headstrong, but at bottom not in the least degree an unkind
+      sort of man&mdash;such was my uncle Cornubert, my only living male relative, who,
+      as soon as I left school, had elevated me to the dignity of chief and only clerk
+      and shopman of the "Maltese Cross."</p>
+      <p>But my uncle was not only a dealer in antiquities and a Municipal Councillor, he
+      was yet more, and above all, the father of my cousin Rose, with whom I was
+      naturally in love.</p>
+      <p>To come back to the point at which I digressed.</p>
+      <p>Without paying any attention to the sighs which exhaled from my bosom while
+      scouring the rust from my long, two-handed sword, my uncle, magnifying glass in
+      hand, was engaged in the examination of a lot of medals which he had purchased that
+      morning. Suddenly he raised his head; five o'clock was striking.</p>
+      <p>"The Council!" he cried.</p>
+      <p>When my uncle pronounced that august word, it made a mouthful; for a pin, he
+      would have saluted it bare-headed. But, this time, after a moment's consideration,
+      he tapped his forehead and added, in a tone of supreme relief:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"No, the sitting does not take place before to-morrow&mdash;and I am forgetting
+      that I have to go to the railway station to get the consignment of which I was
+      advised this morning."</p>
+      <p>Rising from his seat, and laying down his glass, he called out:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"Rose, give me my cane and hat!"</p>
+      <p>Then, turning towards me, he added, in a lowered tone and speaking very
+      quickly:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"As to you&mdash;don't forget our conversation. If you think you can make me say
+      'yes,' try!&mdash;but I don't think you'll succeed. Meanwhile, not a word to Rose,
+      or, by Saint Barth&eacute;lemy, my patron of happy memory, I'll instantly kick you
+      out of doors!"</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/042-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/042-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "AT THAT MOMENT ROSE APPEARED."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>At that moment Rose appeared with my uncle's cane and hat, which she handed to
+      him. He kissed her on the forehead; then, giving me a last but eloquent look,
+      hurried from the shop.</p>
+      <p>I went on scouring my double-handed sword. Rose came quietly towards me.</p>
+      <p>"What is the matter with my father?" she asked; "he seems to be angry with
+      you."</p>
+      <p>I looked at her&mdash;her eyes were so black, her look so kind, her mouth so
+      rosy, and her teeth so white that I told her all&mdash;my love, my suit to her
+      father, and his rough refusal. I could not help it&mdash;after all, it was
+      <i>his</i> fault! He was not there: I determined to brave his anger. Besides, there
+      is nobody like timid persons for displaying courage under certain
+      circumstances.</p>
+      <p>My cousin said nothing; she only held down her eyes&mdash;while her cheeks were
+      as red as those of cherries in May.</p>
+      <p>I checked myself.</p>
+      <p>"Are you angry with me?" I asked, tremblingly. "Are you angry with me,
+      Rose?"</p>
+      <p>She held out to me her hand. On that, my heart seething with audacity, my head
+      on fire, I cried:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"Rose&mdash;I swear it! I will be your husband!" And as she shook her head and
+      looked at me sadly, I added: "Oh! I well know that my uncle is self-willed, but I
+      will be more self-willed still; and, since he must be forced to say 'yes,' I will
+      force him to say it!"</p>
+      <p>"But how?" asked Rose.</p>
+      <p>Ah! how? That was exactly the difficulty. But, no matter; I would find a way to
+      surmount it!</p>
+      <p>At that moment a heavy step resounded in the street. Instinctively we moved away
+      from each other; I returned to my double-handed sword, and Rose, to keep herself in
+      countenance, set to dusting, with a corner of her apron, a little statuette in its
+      faded red velvet case.</p>
+      <p>My uncle entered. Surprised at finding us together, he stopped short and looked
+      sharply at us, from one to the other.</p>
+      <p>We each of us went on rubbing without raising our heads.</p>
+      <p>"Here, take this," said my uncle, handing me a bulky parcel from under his arm.
+      "A splendid purchase, you'll see."</p>
+      <p>The subject did not interest me in the least.</p>
+      <p>I opened the parcel, and from the enveloping paper emerged a steel
+      helmet&mdash;but not an ordinary helmet, oh, no!&mdash;a superb, a monumental
+      morion, with gorget and pointed visor of strange form. The visor was raised, and I
+      tried to discover what prevented it from being lowered.</p>
+      <p>"It will not go down&mdash;the hinges have got out of order," said my uncle;
+      "but it's a superb piece, and, when it has been thoroughly cleaned and touched up,
+      will look well&mdash;that shall be your to-morrow's job."</p>
+      <p>"Very good, uncle," I murmured, not daring to raise my eyes to his.</p>
+      <p>That night, on reaching my room, I at once went to bed. I was eager to be alone
+      and able to think at my ease. Night brings counsel, it is said; and I had great
+      need that the proverb should prove true. But, after lying awake for an hour without
+      receiving any assistance, I fell off to sleep, and, till next morning, did nothing
+      but dream the oddest dreams. I saw Rose on her way to church in a strange bridal
+      costume, a 14th-century cap, three feet high, on her head, but looking prettier
+      than ever; then suddenly the scene changed to moonlight, in which innumerable
+      helmets and pieces of old china were dancing a wild farandola, while my uncle, clad
+      in complete armour and with a formidable halberd in his hand, conducted the
+      bewildering whirl.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/043-1.png"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/043-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "MY UNCLE SAT SMOKING HIS PIPE AND WATCHING ME."</p>
+      <p>The next day&mdash;ah, the next day!&mdash;I was no nearer. In vain, with
+      clenched teeth, I scoured the immense helmet brought by my uncle the previous
+      evening&mdash;scoured it with such fury as almost to break the iron; not an idea
+      came to me. The helmet shone like a sun: my uncle sat smoking his pipe and watching
+      me; but I could think of nothing, of no way of forcing him to give me his
+      daughter.</p>
+      <p>At three o'clock Rose went into the country, whence she was not to return until
+      dinner-time, in the evening. On the threshold she could only make a sign to me with
+      her hand; my uncle had not left us alone for a single instant. He was not easy in
+      his mind; I could see that by his face. No doubt he had not forgotten our
+      conversation of the previous evening.</p>
+      <p>I went on rubbing at my helmet.</p>
+      <p>"You have made it quite bright enough&mdash;put it down," said my uncle.</p>
+      <p>I put it down. The storm was gathering: I could not do better than allow it to
+      blow over.</p>
+      <p>But suddenly, as if overtaken by a strange fancy, my uncle took up the enormous
+      morion and turned and examined it on all sides.</p>
+      <p>"A handsome piece of armour, there is no doubt about it; but it must have
+      weighed pretty heavily on its wearer's shoulders," he muttered; and, urged by I
+      know not what demon, he clapped it on his head and latched the gorget-piece about
+      his neck.</p>
+      <p>Struck almost speechless, I watched what he was doing&mdash;thinking only how
+      ugly he looked.</p>
+      <p>Suddenly there was a sharp sound&mdash;as if a spring had
+      snapped&mdash;and&mdash;crack!&mdash;down fell the visor; and there was my uncle,
+      with his head in an iron cage, gesticulating and swearing like a pagan!</p>
+      <p>I could contain myself no longer, and burst into a roar of laughter; for my
+      uncle, stumpy, fat, and rubicund, presented an irresistibly comic appearance.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/044-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/044-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "THREATENINGLY HE CAME TOWARDS ME."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Threateningly, he came towards me.</p>
+      <p>"The hinges!&mdash;the hinges, fool!" he yelled.</p>
+      <p>I could not see his face, but I felt that it was red to bursting.</p>
+      <p>"When you have done laughing, idiot!" he cried.</p>
+      <p>But the helmet swayed so oddly on his shoulders, his voice came from out it in
+      such strange tones, that the more he gesticulated, the more he yelled and
+      threatened me, the louder I laughed.</p>
+      <p>At that moment the clock of the H&ocirc;tel-de-Ville, striking five, was
+      heard.</p>
+      <p>"The Municipal Council!" murmured my uncle, in a stifled voice. "Quick! help me
+      off with this beast of a machine! We'll settle our business afterwards!"</p>
+      <p>But, suddenly likewise, an idea&mdash;a wild, extraordinary idea&mdash;came into
+      my head; but then, whoever is madder than a lover? Besides, I had no choice of
+      means.</p>
+      <p>"No!" I replied.</p>
+      <p>My uncle fell back two paces in terror&mdash;and again the enormous helmet
+      wobbled on his shoulders.</p>
+      <p>"No," I repeated, firmly, "I'll not help you out, unless you give me the hand of
+      my cousin Rose!"</p>
+      <p>From the depths of the strangely elongated visor came, not an angry exclamation,
+      but a veritable roar. I had "done it!"&mdash;I had burned my ships!</p>
+      <p>"If you do not consent to do what I ask of you," I added, "not only will I not
+      help you off with your helmet, but I will call in all your neighbours, and then go
+      and find the Municipal Council!"</p>
+      <p>"You'll end your days on the scaffold!" cried my uncle.</p>
+      <p>"The hand of Rose!" I repeated. "You told me that it would only be by force that
+      you would be made to say 'yes'&mdash;say it, or I will call in the neighbours!"</p>
+      <p>The clock was still striking; my uncle raised his arms as if to curse me.</p>
+      <p>"Decide at once," I cried, "somebody is coming!"</p>
+      <p>"Well, then&mdash;yes!" murmured my uncle. "But make haste!"</p>
+      <p>"On your word of honour?"</p>
+      <p>"On my word of honour!"</p>
+      <p>The visor gave way, the gorget-piece also, and my uncle's head issued from
+      durance, red as a poppy.</p>
+      <p>Just in time. The chemist at the corner, a colleague in the Municipal Council,
+      entered the shop.</p>
+      <p>"Are you coming?" he asked; "they will be beginning the business without
+      us."</p>
+      <p>"I'm coming," replied my uncle.</p>
+      <p>And without looking at me, he took up his hat and cane and hurried out.</p>
+      <p>The next moment all my hopes had vanished. My uncle would surely not forgive
+      me.</p>
+      <p>At dinner-time I took my place at table on his right hand in low spirits, ate
+      little, and said nothing.</p>
+      <p>"It will come with the dessert," I thought.</p>
+      <p>Rose looked at me, and I avoided meeting her eyes. As I had expected, the
+      dessert over, my uncle lit his pipe, raised his head, and then&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"Rose&mdash;come here!"</p>
+      <p>Rose went to him.</p>
+      <p>"Do you know what that fellow there asked me to do, yesterday?"</p>
+      <p>I trembled like a leaf, and Rose did the same.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/045-1.png"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/045-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "DO YOU LOVE HIM?"</p>
+      <p>"To give him your hand," he added. "Do you love him?"</p>
+      <p>Rose cast down her eyes.</p>
+      <p>"Very well," continued my uncle; "on this side, the case is complete. Come here,
+      you."</p>
+      <p>I approached him.</p>
+      <p>"Here I am, uncle," and, in a whisper. I added quickly: "Forgive me!"</p>
+      <p>He burst into a hearty laugh.</p>
+      <p>"Marry her, then, donkey&mdash;since you love her, and I give her to you!"</p>
+      <p>"Ah!&mdash;uncle!"</p>
+      <p>"Ah!&mdash;dear papa!"</p>
+      <p>And Rose and I threw ourselves into his arms.</p>
+      <p>"Very good! very good!" he cried, wiping his eyes. "Be happy, that's all I
+      ask."</p>
+      <p>And, in turn, he whispered in my ear:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"I should have given her to you all the same, you big goose; but&mdash;keep the
+      story of the helmet between us two!"</p>
+      <p>I give you my word that I have never told it but to Rose, my dear little wife.
+      And, if ever you pass along the Rue des Claquettes, No. 53, at the place of honour
+      in the old shop, I'll show you my uncle's helmet, which we would never sell.</p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-5" name="ch37-5"></a>The Music of Nature.</h2>
+      <h4>BY A. T. CAMDEN PRATT.</h4>
+      <h3>II.</h3>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/046-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/046-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Reference was made at the close of the last article to the voice of the dog, and
+      his method of making his feelings and desires understood. It is, of course, well
+      known that this is an acquired habit, or accomplishment. In a state of Nature the
+      dog does not even bark; he has acquired the art or knowledge from his companionship
+      with man. Isaiah compares the blind watchman of Israel to dogs, saying, "They are
+      dumb; they cannot bark." Again, to quote the argument of Dr. Gardiner: "The dog
+      indicates his different feelings by different tones." The following is his yelp
+      when his foot is trod upon.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/046-2.png"><img width="80%"
+      src="images/046-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       DOG YELPING.</p>
+      <p>Haydn introduces the bark of a dog into the scherzo in his 38th quartette.
+      Indeed, the tones of the "voice" of the dog are so marked, that more than any other
+      of the voices of Nature they have been utilized in music. The merest tyro in the
+      study of dog language can readily distinguish between the bark of joy&mdash;the
+      "deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home," as Byron put it&mdash;and the angry
+      snarl, the yelp of pain, or the accents of fear. Indeed, according to an assertion
+      in the "Library of Entertaining Knowledge," the horse knows from the bark of a dog
+      when he may expect an attack on his heels. Gardiner suggests that it would be worth
+      while to study the language of the dog. Perhaps Professor Garnier, when he has
+      reduced the language of the monkey to "A, B, C," might feel inclined to take up the
+      matter.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/047-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/047-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Next to the dog there is no animal in which there is more variation of sound
+      than in oxen: "Their lowing, though rough and rude, is music to the farmer's ear
+      save one who moans the loss of her sportive young; with wandering eye and anxious
+      look she grieves the livelong day." It is specially difficult in the case of oxen
+      to suppose that they have a language; but it is impossible to doubt that the
+      variations of their lowing are understood of one another, and serve to express
+      their feelings if not their thoughts.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/047-2.png"><img width="80%"
+      src="images/047-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE OX.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 40%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/047-4.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/047-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>In the matter of exclamations, one knows how readily these may be imitated upon
+      the violin, or in the case of the deeper or more guttural sounds, on the
+      violoncello. The natural effect is greatly aided by the sliding of the finger along
+      the note, especially in the case of the lowing of cattle; but there are other
+      exclamations that are readily reduced to music. Gardiner gives one or two
+      interesting cases, and the common salutation, "How d'ye do?" may be instanced. It
+      usually starts on B natural, and the voice rising to D ends on C; whereas, the
+      reply, "Pretty well, thank you," begins on D, and falling to A, ends again on D.
+      After a few attempts on the piano, the reader will be able readily to form these
+      notes for himself.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/047-3.png"><img width="80%"
+      src="images/047-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       COW LOWING.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/048-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/048-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The horse, on the other hand, is rarely heard, and, though having a piercing
+      whinny which passes through every semitone of the scale, it is scarcely ever
+      varied.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/048-2.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/048-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       HORSE NEIGHING.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/048-3.png"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/048-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE CHIRP OF THE GRASSHOPPER.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 60%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/049-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/049-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The music of the insects has already been alluded to, and everyone will agree
+      with Gilbert White that "not undelightful is the ceaseless hum, to him who musing
+      walks at noon." The entomologist has laboured hard to show us that the insect has
+      no voice, and that the "drowsy hum" is made by the wings; a fact which, being
+      beyond all cavil, puts to the blush the old-world story of Plutarch, who tells us
+      that when Terpander was playing upon the lyre, at the Olympic games, and had
+      enraptured his audience to the highest pitch of enthusiasm a string of his
+      instrument broke, and a <i>cicada</i> or grasshopper perched on the bridge supplied
+      by its voice the loss of the string and saved the fame of the musician. To this day
+      in Surinam the Dutch call them lyre-players. If there is any truth in the story,
+      the grasshopper then had powers far in advance of his degenerated descendants; for
+      now the grasshopper&mdash;like the cricket&mdash;has a chirp consisting of three
+      notes in rhythm, always forming a triplet in the key of B.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/049-2.png"><img width="80%"
+      src="images/049-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       FLY BUZZING.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/049-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/049-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Gardiner, on the authority of Dr. Primatt, states that, to produce the sound it
+      makes, the house-fly must make 320 vibrations of its wings in a second; or nearly
+      20,000 if it continues on the wing a minute. The sound is invariably on the note F
+      in the first space. The music of a duck's note is given in the annexed score.</p>
+      <p>In conclusion, an article on the music of Nature would not be complete without
+      an allusion to the music of the winds and the storm. Admirers of Beethoven will
+      recall numerous passages that would serve as illustrations. One particularly might
+      be mentioned&mdash;the chorus in "Judah" (Haydn), "The Lord devoureth them all,"
+      which is admirably imitative of the reverberations of the cataract and the
+      thundering of mighty waters. The sounds at sea, ominous of shipwreck, will also
+      occur to the minds of some. At Land's End it is not uncommon for storms to be
+      heralded by weird sounds; and in the northern seas sailors, always a superstitious
+      race of people, used to be much alarmed by a singular musical effect, which is now
+      well known to be caused by nothing more fearsome than a whale breathing.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/049-4.png"><img width="80%"
+      src="images/049-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       DUCK.</p>
+      <p>These instances might be still further multiplied, but enough have, perhaps,
+      been given to excite some general interest in "the <i>Music of Nature</i>."</p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-6" name="ch37-6"></a>Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of
+      Their Lives.</h2>
+      <hr />
+      <h3><a id="ch37-6-1" name="ch37-6-1"></a>SIR HENRY LOCH.</h3>
+      <h4>BORN 1827.</h4>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/050-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/050-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 22.<br />
+         <i>From a Painting.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/050-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/050-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 39.<br />
+         <i>From a Painting by G. Richmond, R.A.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/050-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/050-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         PRESENT DAY.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Foster &amp; Martin, Melbourne.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Sir Henry Brougham Loch, G.C.M.G., K.C.B., whose name has recently been so
+      prominently before the public in connection with the disturbances in Mashonaland,
+      is Chief Commissioner at the Cape. In his diplomatic career he was taken prisoner
+      during the war with China; and, with Mr. Boulby, the <i>Times</i> correspondent,
+      was carried about in a cage by his captors, and exhibited to the natives. After his
+      liberation he returned to England, and was appointed Governor of the Isle of Man,
+      and subsequently Governor of Victoria; and, in 1889, was appointed to succeed Sir
+      Hercules Robinson as Chief Commissioner at the Cape.</p>
+      <hr style="clear:both;" />
+      <h3><a id="ch37-6-2" name="ch37-6-2"></a>MADAME BELLE COLE.</h3>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/051-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/051-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 8.<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/051-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/051-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 20.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Naegeli, New York.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/051-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/051-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         PRESENT DAY.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Walery, Regent Street.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>It was in Jubilee Year that the British public were first charmed by the singing
+      of this admirable American contralto. She sang in London, and successive audiences
+      were quick to confirm the judgments of Sir Joseph Barnby and certain other critics
+      who had heard her only in private. Her advance to the front rank of English singers
+      was exceedingly rapid, and her position amongst us was long since made secure.
+      Madame Cole has taken part in nearly all the great musical events in this country
+      during the past four years. She has sung everywhere in London&mdash;with the Royal
+      Choral Society at the Albert Hall, at the Handel Festival at the Crystal Palace, at
+      the Ballad Concerts, at the Monday Popular Concerts, at Sir Charles Hall&eacute;'s
+      Concerts, and at Bristol, Chester, Leeds, Birmingham, and other leading towns. As
+      seems to have been the case with most well-dowered musicians, Madame Cole's talent
+      owes something to heredity. Musical ability, greater or less, may at all events be
+      traced back in her family for a considerable period. Madame Cole's first distinct
+      success in public was gained with Mr. Theodore Thomas, during that gentleman's
+      first "grand transcontinental tour from ocean to ocean" in 1883.</p>
+      <hr style="clear:both;" />
+      <h3><a id="ch37-6-3" name="ch37-6-3"></a>THE LORD BISHOP OF PETERBOROUGH.</h3>
+      <h4>BORN 1843.</h4>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 80%;">
+        <div style="float:left; width: 49%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/052-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+           AGE 17.<br />
+           <i>From a Photograph.</i></p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 49%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/052-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+           AGE 23.<br />
+           <i>From a Photo. by Wheeler &amp; Day, Oxford.</i></p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; clear:left; width: 49%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/052-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+           AGE 48.<br />
+           <i>From a Photo. by H.S. Mendelssohn, Newcastle.</i></p>
+        </div>
+        <div style="float:left; width: 49%;">
+          <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+          src="images/052-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+           PRESENT DAY.<br />
+           <i>From a Photo. by Elliott &amp; Fry.</i></p>
+        </div>
+      </div>
+      <p>Professor the Rev. Mandell Creighton, M.A., was born at Carlisle, and educated
+      at Durham Grammar School and Merton College, Oxford. He was ordained deacon in 1870
+      and priest in 1873, and in 1875 accepted the living of Embleton, in Northumberland.
+      In 1884 he was elected to the newly founded professorship of Ecclesiastical History
+      in the University of Cambridge. In 1885 he was appointed by the Crown canon
+      residentiary of Worcester Cathedral. He is the author of several historical works:
+      "Primer of Roman History," 1875; "The Age of Elizabeth," 1876; etc. His principal
+      work is a "History of the Papacy During the Period of the Reformation." He was
+      appointed Bishop of Peterborough in 1891.</p>
+      <hr style="clear:both;" />
+      <h3><a id="ch37-6-4" name="ch37-6-4"></a>LORD WANTAGE.</h3>
+      <h4>BORN 1832.</h4>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 37%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/053-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 17.<br />
+         <i>From a Drawing.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 63%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/053-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 32. <i>From a Photograph.</i><br />
+         AGE 41. <i>From a Photograph by Ch&eacute;mar Fr&egrave;res, Brussels.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Robert James Loyd-Lindsay, K.C.B., V.C. is the eldest son of the late
+      Lieut.-General James Lindsay. He was educated at Eton, and at an early age entered
+      the Army. He served in the Guinea, 1854-5, part of the time as <i>Aide-de-Camp</i>
+      to the Commander in-Chief. At the battle of Alma, amidst great disorder, he
+      reformed the line and stood firm with the colours. At Inkerman he distinguished
+      himself by charging and repulsing a strong body of Russians with a few men; for
+      which distinctions he was justly awarded the Victoria Cross. Lord Wantage was
+      Equerry to the Prince of Wales, 1858-9; and has been Extra Equerry to His Royal
+      Highness since 1874. He is also the Lord Lieutenant and a County Councillor of
+      Berkshire. He married, in 1858, Harriet Sarah, only child of the first Baron
+      Overstone.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/053-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 50.<br />
+         <i>From a Painting by W. Onless, R.M.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/053-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         PRESENT DAY.<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph by W. &amp; A. H. Fry, Brighton.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <hr style="clear:both;" />
+      <h3><a id="ch37-6-5" name="ch37-6-5"></a>SIR RICHARD TEMPLE, BART, M.P.</h3>
+      <h4>BORN 1826.</h4>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/054-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 20.<br />
+         <i>From a Painting.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/054-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 30.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Southwell Brothers, Baker Street, London.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/054-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 42.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Bourne &amp; Shepherd.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/054-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         PRESENT DAY.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Elliott &amp; Fry.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Sir Richard Temple, Bart., G.C.S.I., M.P., D.C.L.(Oxon), LL.D. (Cantab), of The
+      Nash, Kempsey, near Worcester, entered the third class of the Bengal Civil Service
+      in 1846. He was Secretary to Sir John Lawrence in the Punjab, and eventually was
+      appointed Chief Commissioner of the Central Provinces, and the Political Resident
+      at Hyderabad. He was Foreign Secretary to the Governor-General, and Finance
+      Minister of India, from 1868 to 1874. In January, 1874, he was appointed to
+      superintend the relief operations in the famine-stricken districts of Bengal. He
+      became Lieutenant-Governor of Bengal in 1875; was created a Baronet in August,
+      1876; and was appointed Governor of the Presidency of Bombay in January, 1877,
+      which office he held till March, 1880. He sits for the Kingston Division of
+      Surrey.</p>
+
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-7" name="ch37-7"></a>A Terrible New Year's Eve.</h2>
+      <h4>BY KATHLEEN HUDDLESTON.</h4>
+      <p>In a little Belgian village not many miles from Brussels the winter sun shone
+      brightly. It shone through the quaint old windows of a little, red-tiled cottage,
+      and on the figure of a girl who stood in the centre of the kitchen reading a long,
+      closely written letter. Over the blazing fire, where the "pot au feu" was
+      simmering, bent an old woman, and the girl's voice came joyously to her as she
+      stirred the savoury mess.</p>
+      <div style="float: right; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/055-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/055-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "MY AUNT, PAUL HAS SENT FOR ME."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>"My aunt, Paul has sent for me. At last he has got permanent work. It is nothing
+      very great at present, but it may lead to better things, and the pay is enough,
+      with what he has saved, to enable him to rent a little 'appartement.' If I can, he
+      wants me, with our little Pierre, to catch the coach at 'Les Trois Fr&egrave;res'
+      to-morrow. We should then reach Brussels by night and spend our New Year
+      together."</p>
+      <p>As Babette spoke, her cheeks all flushed with hope and joy, the eyes of both the
+      women rested on a cradle that stood in the room. In this, baby Pierre, only a
+      twelvemonth old, lay sleeping peacefully.</p>
+      <p>Then said the old woman, sadly, "I shall miss you, dearest, and the baby too.
+      Still, it is only right you should go. Perhaps in the summer you may return for a
+      bit. Time passes quickly. A year ago you were weeping over Paul's departure; and
+      now, behold, you are going to join him, and lay in his arms the son he has never
+      seen."</p>
+      <p>Babette nodded. She was between tears and smiles. There was grief, true and
+      deep, at leaving the dear old aunt, who had been so good to her and to her child.
+      There was joy at the thought of seeing again the brave young husband whom she had
+      wedded in the little village church two years before, and from whom the parting had
+      been so bitter, when he left her, just before the birth of their baby boy, to seek
+      work in the Belgian capital.</p>
+      <p>But there was no time to waste. After the simple mid-day meal there were many
+      things to be done, and all through the short winter day they were busy. There was a
+      bundle of warm wraps to be put together for Babette to take with her. Her little
+      trunk, with Pierre's cradle, and some odds and ends of furniture, would follow in a
+      few days, when her aunt had collected and packed them all. Her little store of
+      money was counted over. Alas! it was very slender. She must travel quickly and
+      cheaply if it was to last her till she reached Brussels.</p>
+      <p>"Jean's cart will take you as far as 'Les Trois Fr&egrave;res,'" said the old
+      lady, cheerfully, after finding that counting the little heap of francs and
+      half-francs over and over did not increase them. "That will save something. You can
+      catch the coach that stops there at two, and by six you will be in Brussels. I pray
+      the little one may not take cold."</p>
+      <p>Babette agreed to all her aunt suggested. Jean was a farmer of the village;
+      well-to-do and good-natured. She knew he would gladly give her a seat in his
+      waggon, which was going next day to "Les Trois Fr&egrave;res," an inn six miles
+      from the village. The coach for Brussels stopped there twice a week, and when once
+      she had taken her place in it, the worst of her journey would be over.</p>
+      <p>They went to rest early that night, and by eleven next morning the last good-bye
+      had been said. Pretty Babette was seated by the side of Farmer Jean, with her baby
+      boy, wrapped up in numerous shawls, clasped tightly to her, and the great Flemish
+      horses were plodding, slowly but surely, towards "Les Trois Fr&egrave;res".</p>
+      <p>The day was not as bright as the preceding one. Snow had fallen during the
+      night, and the sky looked heavy, as though there were more to come. Babette
+      shivered, in spite of her long, warm cloak. The roads were freezing hard, but they
+      managed to proceed for a mile or two, and then suddenly there came a sway and a
+      lurch, for one of the horses had slipped and fallen on the snowy road, and the
+      other was trying to free himself from his struggling companion by frantic kicks and
+      plunges.</p>
+      <p>Farmer Jean had a man with him, and between them they got the poor animal up,
+      while Babette stood in the cold highway, her baby peeping wonderingly from the
+      folds of her cloak.</p>
+      <p>The horse was bruised and cut about the knees, but otherwise unhurt, so the men
+      resumed their places; Babette climbed back to hers, and the heavy cart went jolting
+      on. The farmer cracked his whip, and whenever the road grew worse he or his man got
+      down and led the horses. In spite of this, their progress grew slower and
+      slower.</p>
+      <p>"I don't like to say so," said the master, "but we've two more miles to go, and
+      it is past one o'clock now. My girl, if the coach is gone, I'll get you back and
+      drive you in again next time it passes."</p>
+      <p>But Babette would not hear of this. Not to see Paul by nightfall! Not to be
+      clasped in his arms, she and little Pierre together, in one warm embrace! Not to
+      spend New Year's Day with him! No! she would not think of it. And yet when, more
+      than an hour later, they rolled into the yard of "Les Trois Fr&egrave;res," there
+      was no sign of the Brussels coach. It had started half an hour before. "Les Trois
+      Fr&egrave;res" was a quiet, homely inn, little used excepting when the coach
+      stopped there. Babette, pale and trembling, got down and ran into the bar, where
+      the landlord stood smiling behind a row of bright pewter taps.</p>
+      <p>"Am I too late for the coach?" she cried. "Has it gone?" And then, when the man
+      told her she was indeed too late, all strength and energy left her, and she sank
+      sobbing on the wooden bench by the door.</p>
+      <p>There were two other men in the room, who looked at her curiously; she was such
+      a pretty girl, even in the midst of her grief. One was an old pedlar, with his
+      well-filled pack on the floor beside him. He had a pleasant, homely face, and thin,
+      bent figure. The other was a middle-sized, powerful fellow, clean shaven and
+      beetle-browed, and dressed in shabby, ill-fitting garments. It was hard to tell
+      what his rank in life might be. He stared once again at Babette, and then handed
+      his glass to the host to be re-filled. The pedlar was the first to break the
+      silence.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/056-1.jpg"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/056-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "'CHEER UP, MY LASS', HE SAID KINDLY."</p>
+      <p>"Cheer up, my lass," he said, kindly; "I too have missed the coach, and I too
+      must reach Brussels to-night. I have two thousand francs in notes and gold in my
+      pocketbook, which are the savings of a lifetime, and I am going to pay them into
+      the bank tomorrow. Then I shall give up my trade and start a little shop."</p>
+      <p>"I would not talk too much about them in the meantime, friend. In some countries
+      it might be dangerous, but we are honest in Belgium."</p>
+      <p>It was the other man who spoke, and his voice, though rough, was not unpleasant.
+      He paid the landlord, caught up his stick, and with a curt "Good-day" passed out of
+      "Les Trois Fr&egrave;res."</p>
+      <p>"He, also, perhaps, is going to Brussels. He means to walk, and if he, why not
+      I?" said the pedlar. He had come in cold and tired, and the landlord's good ale had
+      made him slightly loquacious. "Yes, I shall try and walk. The roads are better
+      walking than driving. It is not so very many miles, and most likely I shall be
+      overtaken by some cart going the same way." And he rose as he spoke.</p>
+      <p>Babette rose also and caught him eagerly by the hand. "I will walk with you,"
+      she cried. "I am strong, well shod, and the fastest walker in our village. We can
+      get to Brussels before dark, in spite of my having my boy to carry. Oh! bless you
+      for thinking of it, for now I shall see Paul before the year is out."</p>
+      <p>Nor would she be dissuaded. Farmer Jean came in and said something about snow.
+      "The sky was darkening for it already." But Babette was firm. The landlord's buxom
+      wife came forth from an inner room and offered her a lodging for the night, and
+      then, when she could not persuade her, helped her to wrap the baby up afresh, and
+      finally made her place in her pocket a tiny flask of brandy, "in case," she said,
+      "the snow should overtake them."</p>
+      <p>So they started. Babette had spoken the truth when she called herself a good
+      walker. She was but twenty, and was both slight and active. The pedlar too, in
+      spite of his bent form, got over the ground quickly. They had put four or five good
+      miles between themselves and "Les Trois Fr&egrave;res" when the snow began to fall.
+      It came down steadily in thick, heavy flakes. Babette drew her cloak yet closer
+      round her boy and they plodded on, but walking became more and more difficult, and
+      they grew both weary and cold. Suddenly, by the roadside, several yards ahead, they
+      saw a man's figure. He was coming to meet them, and drew near rapidly, and then
+      they recognised their friend in the shabby brown clothes, who had left the inn so
+      shortly before them.</p>
+      <p>"I saw you coming," he explained, "so came to meet you. Madame"&mdash;with a bow
+      to Babette, polite for one so uncouth looking&mdash;"can go no further to-night;
+      the storm will not pass off yet. I live not far from here with my mother and
+      brothers, and if madame likes, we can all take shelter under my humble roof. It is
+      but a poor place, but you will be welcome, and doubtless we can find two spare
+      beds."</p>
+      <p>They could do nothing but thank him and accept his offer. Even Babette
+      acknowledged that all hope of reaching Brussels was now over. The New Year would
+      have dawned before she and her husband met.</p>
+      <p>The wind had risen and the snow, half turned to sleet, was now beating furiously
+      into their faces. It was all they could do to keep their feet. They struggled on
+      after their guide as best they could, till he turned out of the high road into a
+      lane; and thankful were they when he stopped, and, pushing open a gate that creaked
+      on rusty hinges, led them up a narrow, gravelled pathway to a small, bare house,
+      flanked on either side by some dreary bushes of evergreens.</p>
+      <p>In answer to his peremptory knock, the door was opened by a man slighter and
+      shorter than himself, but sufficiently like him to be known as his brother, and the
+      travellers staggered in&mdash;the door, with a heavy crash, blowing to behind
+      them.</p>
+      <p>Perhaps now for the first time it really struck Babette that she had been
+      headstrong in persisting in her journey, and in trusting herself and child to the
+      mercy of utter strangers so far from home. The same thought passed through the old
+      pedlar's mind, but it was too late to retreat, so they silently followed their new
+      host and his brother. They went down a passage and into a room, half kitchen, half
+      parlour, snugly and even comfortably furnished.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/058-1.jpg"><img width="80%"
+      src="images/058-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "A MAN AND A WOMAN SAT OVER THE FIRE."</p>
+      <p>Heavy wooden shutters dulled the noise of the boisterous gale outside. A thick
+      red curtain hung over the door, and a cheery log fire burnt in the stove. A man and
+      woman sat over it; the man, a tall, repulsive-looking creature, with unkempt hair
+      and matted beard, his age apparently about fifty. The woman looked seventy or more.
+      She too had once been tall, but now old age gave her a withered, witch-like
+      appearance, in spite of her great height. She was dressed in limp, faded garments,
+      with a tattered shawl crossed over her chest, and had a scared, miserable look in
+      her bleared old eyes. There were a few words of explanation from the man who had
+      come home, and then, in gruff but not unkindly tones, he bade Babette be seated,
+      and told his mother to get some supper speedily. She spread a coarse cloth on the
+      wooden table, and when all was ready, lifted a large black saucepan from the stove
+      and turned out a smoking, savoury-looking stew. The youngest son produced a bottle
+      containing the thin acid wine of the country, and another of spirits. As he set
+      them on the table, Babette noticed that across one of his hands, which were much
+      smaller and whiter than those of his brothers, there ran a dull red scar that
+      looked as if he had had a bad cut there. Then they all sat down, excepting the old
+      mother, who busied herself in waiting on them.</p>
+      <p>"It's the last good meal you'll get for some time, I'm thinking," she croaked,
+      as she watched them devouring their supper, "unless you turn to and find more work
+      than you've done lately. The landlord called for his rent again to-day and swore he
+      would wait no longer, but turn us out if we did not pay in three days' time."</p>
+      <p>"Curse him!" muttered the man who had brought the strangers in, half under his
+      breath; then aloud he added, "Shut up, good mother: remember, we have visitors; and
+      one a man of property, who will hardly sympathize with our poverty."</p>
+      <p>Babette looked up as he spoke, and intercepted a glance so strange and savage
+      that passed between the brothers and then rested on her friend the pedlar, that
+      involuntarily she shuddered and turned pale.</p>
+      <p>The old man, however, did not appear to notice anything unsatisfactory in the
+      appearance or manners of his hosts. He had eaten to his liking, and had allowed the
+      grim-looking eldest brother to fill his glass again and again with "Genievre" till
+      his face began to flush, and his eyes grew dazed and heavy. Babette felt more and
+      more uneasy. Oh! to be back at "Les Trois Fr&egrave;res" again, or even out in the
+      snowy road! Anything would be better than sitting in this lonely house, with those
+      three forbidding faces glaring on her. She rose hastily and caught up her sleeping
+      child. "I am very tired, good people," she said, timidly, "and I must start betimes
+      in the morning. If I might go to bed now, I should be so thankful."</p>
+      <p>In answer to her request, the old woman lighted a candle, and Babette followed
+      her upstairs into a small, low chamber. There was no superfluous furniture in it,
+      but the little bed looked clean and inviting, and the curtains that hung in front
+      of the tiny window were made of light, fresh-looking chintz. Facing the bed was a
+      door, leading apparently into another room. Babette wondered if it was the one her
+      friend the pedlar was to occupy, but she was not long left in doubt. The old woman
+      wished her good-night and left her, and Babette, after hushing her boy to sleep
+      again, had just sunk wearily into the one chair the room boasted, when she heard a
+      slow, heavy step ascending, and knew the pedlar was coming to bed. He shut the
+      outer door behind him, and began arranging his pack.</p>
+      <p>Babette could hear the pedlar moving backwards and forwards with uncertain,
+      tired footsteps. There was no sound below, even the wind was hushed. She drew aside
+      the curtains and looked out, and saw that the snow had ceased to fall, and lay
+      thick and white on the ground.</p>
+      <p>Then there came a sudden presentiment upon her. A sense of danger, vague and
+      undefined, seemed to surround her. It was all the more terrible on account of its
+      vagueness. She did not know what she feared, yet the terror of something horrible
+      was strong upon her.</p>
+      <p>She slipped off her boots, and stole gently up to the door that divided her room
+      from the pedlar's.</p>
+      <p>"Sir," she whispered, "you are very, very tired, and will sleep heavily. I am so
+      anxious, I don't know why; but forgive me and do trust me. Push your pocket-book
+      that contains your money under the door. See&mdash;it does not fit tight! We don't
+      know who the people of the house are: they may try to rob you. I will tie it up
+      inside my baby's shawls, and will give it back to you as soon as we are out of this
+      place. Oh, would to God that we had never entered it! Your money will be safe with
+      me, and they will never think of looking for it here. Will you give it me?"</p>
+      <p>In answer to her pleadings, a shabby little leather book was pushed into her
+      room. As she picked it up and proceeded to hide it securely away beneath the baby's
+      many wrappings, the pedlar said, in a voice rendered hoarse and indistinct by the
+      spirits he had partaken of in such unaccustomed quantities: "Here, my dear, take
+      it. It will, I know, be safe with you. I feel so tired that I don't think a cannon
+      would wake me to-night once I get to sleep." He groped his way to his bed, and
+      flung himself down on it, dressed as he was. Soon Babette heard him snoring loudly
+      and regularly, and then she took off her clothes, and rolling her cloak around her,
+      lay down by the side of her child.</p>
+      <p>In after years, when she looked on that awful time, she often wondered how,
+      feeling as she did that she was surrounded by so many unknown perils, she had ever
+      closed her eyes. Perhaps the long walk and the excitement she had undergone
+      accounted for the profound sleep into which she fell almost immediately, and from
+      which she was aroused in the dead of night by a noise in the next room. It was
+      neither snore nor cry. It was more like a long, shuddering gurgle, and
+      then&mdash;silence! Frightful, terrible silence, broken at last by the sound of
+      stealthy footsteps and hushed voices. Babette sunk down on her pillow again, her
+      baby clutched in her arms. A voiceless prayer went up to Heaven for the child's
+      safety and her own, for already she heard them approaching her door, and made sure
+      her last hour was come. Through nearly closed eyelids she watched two of the men
+      enter; the one who had brought them to the house and his elder brother. They were
+      muttering curses, low but deep.</p>
+      <p>"To have risked so much for nothing!" whispered one. "Can she have it, or was
+      the old fool jesting with us?"</p>
+      <p>"It's a jest that has cost him dear," answered the other, as he watched his
+      brother search the girl's clothes and then slip his murderous hands beneath her
+      pillow. He withdrew them empty.</p>
+      <p>"Shall we settle her?" he asked, "or let her go? Is it not best to be on the
+      safe side?"</p>
+      <p>But the smooth-shaven one said, decisively: "Let her alone; we have enough to
+      answer for. See, she is sound asleep, and if not, it will be easy to find out
+      before she reaches Brussels how much she knows. Let her be."</p>
+      <p>Babette lay like a log, stirring neither hand nor foot. In that awful moment,
+      when her life or death was trembling in the balance, her mother love, that divine
+      instinct implanted in every woman's breast, came to her and saved her. She knew
+      that if she moved her baby's life was gone&mdash;her own she hardly cared about
+      just then. But those little limbs that were nestling so soft and warm against her
+      own, and that little flaxen head that was cuddled against her arm, for their sake
+      she was brave.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/060-1.jpg"><img width="100%%"
+      src="images/060-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "SHE LAY MOTIONLESS"</p>
+      <p>So she lay motionless and listened, fearing that the men would hear even the
+      quick, heavy throbs of her heart. But they did not. They searched quickly and
+      systematically amongst all her clothing. They felt under her pillow again, but
+      never thought of looking at the shawls of the baby who lay so peacefully by her
+      side; and then at last they crept away and closed the door gently behind them.</p>
+      <p>The room was in utter darkness. For ages, as it seemed, Babette lay there,
+      afraid to stir, and listening vainly for some sound; then she sat up, all white and
+      trembling.</p>
+      <p>"My God!" she thought. "What awful thing has happened? Oh, give me strength and
+      courage, for my baby's sake."</p>
+      <p>As an inspiration, there came to her the thought of the little bottle that the
+      good-natured landlady of "Les Trois Fr&egrave;res" had given her. She felt in the
+      pocket of her dress and drew it out, taking a long, deep draught of the fiery
+      spirit. She had been on the verge of fainting, though she knew it not, and the
+      brandy put new life into her. She listened for a long time and then
+      gently&mdash;very gently&mdash;she crept out of bed and drew aside the little
+      curtain from the window.</p>
+      <p>Perhaps a wild idea of escaping into the cold, dark night outside, aided by a
+      sheet or blanket, flashed through her brain. If so, she soon realized that it would
+      not be practicable. The window was not high, but it was small, and divided by
+      thick, old-fashioned bars of iron. To get out was impossible.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/061-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/061-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "SHE STOOD CONSIDERING."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>As she stood considering, a thin, flickering moonbeam crept in and partially
+      lighted up the room. It fell on to the door that led into the pedlar's chamber, and
+      showed her something dark and slimy that was flowing slowly&mdash;slowly from under
+      it into her room. She did not cry out or fall senseless. She bent down and put her
+      hand into it, and saw that it was blood&mdash;her poor old friend's
+      life-blood&mdash;for she knew now beyond all doubt that he had been murdered for
+      the sake of his supposed wealth.</p>
+      <p>She knew she was helpless till morning. To get out of the house was impossible,
+      for to do so she must pass down the stairs and through the room below, where
+      probably they were either sleeping or watching. If she had courage and could only
+      let them think she knew and suspected nothing, she might still escape. Surely they
+      would not dare to murder her also, for they knew her husband would be expecting her
+      next day, and would be looking for her if she did not come.</p>
+      <p>With another prayer, this time uttered shiveringly, for the soul of the pedlar,
+      she nerved herself to get into bed again, and lay there till morning with her child
+      against her heart; gazing with staring, sleepless eyes at the door which divided
+      her from that awful room; keeping surely the most terrible vigil that ever woman
+      kept.</p>
+      <p>At last the morning dawned, clear and bright. A frost had set in, and the roads
+      were clean and hard, the sky was blue. If it had not been for that ghastly stain
+      that had crept across the far end of her room, she might almost have thought that
+      the events of the night had been but a fearful dream.</p>
+      <p>Her child awoke, fresh and smiling, and she could hear them stirring in the
+      living room below. She felt that now, indeed, the hardest part of her task was
+      still before her. On a little table by the side of her bed there was a small,
+      cracked looking-glass. When she was dressed she looked into it and saw that it
+      reflected a face death-like in its pallor, with burning lips and feverish eyes. She
+      took the bottle from her pocket again and gulped down the rest of its contents. It
+      sent a flush into her cheeks and steadied the sick trembling that was shaking her
+      through and through.</p>
+      <p>Without stopping to think or look round again, she took up her boy and descended
+      the stairs, and entered the room where they had supped on the previous night.</p>
+      <p>The old woman was its sole occupant now. She was bending over the fire frying
+      something for breakfast, and the table in the centre of the room was prepared for
+      the meal. She looked if possible more untidy and slovenly than when Babette had
+      last seen her, and greeted the girl with a feeble smile.</p>
+      <p>Then she poured her out a cup of coffee, and Babette had sat down and begun to
+      sip it (for she knew she must make a pretence of breakfasting) when the eldest son
+      came in. There was a very uneasy look upon his evil-looking face.</p>
+      <p>"How are you?" he asked, sullenly, as he sat down opposite her. "I hope, rested.
+      Did you sleep well?"</p>
+      <p>Never afterwards did she know how she found courage to answer him as she did,
+      quietly and firmly:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"Yes, very well, thank you. But my friend&mdash;he must have over-slept
+      himself&mdash;why is he not down?"</p>
+      <p>The old woman dropped a plate with a clatter and turned round. The man looked
+      Babette straight in the face as he replied, and she met his glance with one just as
+      steady.</p>
+      <p>"The pedlar is gone," he said, as he sugared his coffee carefully. "He paid his
+      bill and was off before seven. You will probably see him in Brussels, for he was
+      going there."</p>
+      <p>"Yes," repeated Babette, "I shall very likely meet him in Brussels, but I don't
+      even know his name. And I, too, good people, ought to be starting. The morning is
+      fine, and walking will be easy." She drank down her coffee as she spoke and rose.
+      "I cannot eat," she exclaimed, seeing that they both looked suspiciously at the
+      thick slice of currant-bread, that lay untouched on her plate. "I think I am
+      excited at the thought of seeing my husband again. It seems so long since we
+      parted, and now we shall meet so soon."</p>
+      <p>In her own ears her voice sounded far away and unnatural, but they did not seem
+      to notice anything strange in her. The old woman, with a meek "Thank you," took the
+      humble payment she tendered, and they let her go; only the big, burly eldest son
+      stood at the door and watched her as she went slowly down the little pathway and
+      out through the creaking gate into the snowy road. She only looked back once, and
+      then she saw that a dingy signboard hung in front of the house. The picture of what
+      was meant for a cow, and had once been white, was depicted on it, and the words "A
+      la Vache Blanche" were clumsily painted underneath. So the house was an inn,
+      evidently, and as Babette read the words she dimly remembered having heard, long
+      ago, that there was an inn of that name not far from Brussels. It was kept by some
+      people named Marac, whose characters were anything but good, and who had been
+      implicated in several robberies that had taken place some years before, although
+      the utmost efforts of the police had failed to trace any crime directly home to
+      them.</p>
+      <p>"Oh, heavens! Why did I not see that sign last night?" the girl thought,
+      despairingly, as she trudged along the hard, frosty road. "It would have saved his
+      life and perhaps my reason."</p>
+      <p>She sped along faster and faster, for the house was now quite out of sight. In
+      the distance the way began to wind up-hill, and a stunted, leafless wood straggled
+      along one side of the highway. Babette was just considering whether going through
+      it would shorten her journey, when a woman, dressed in the ordinary peasant costume
+      of the country, emerged from it and came towards her with quick, firm steps. She
+      was tall and rather masculine looking. The black Flemish cloak she wore hung round
+      her in straight, thick folds. She carried a market basket on one arm; a neat white
+      cloth concealing the eggs and butter that probably lay underneath.</p>
+      <p>"Good-day," she said, in thick, guttural tones, as she reached Babette. "Are you
+      on the way to Brussels?"</p>
+      <p>Babette made way for her to pass, somewhat shyly.</p>
+      <p>"Yes," she said, "and I am in haste; but the roads are heavy and I have my baby
+      to carry."</p>
+      <p>As she answered, her eyes happened to fall on the stranger's right hand, which
+      was ungloved and clasping the basket. And as she looked her heart seemed suddenly
+      to quiver and stand still, for across that strong right hand there ran a deep red
+      scar, precisely similar to the one she had noticed on the previous night on the
+      hand of the youngest brother at the "Vache Blanche."</p>
+      <p>It did not take long for the whole horrible truth to flash across her. Doubtless
+      they had felt insecure after their terrible deed, and the youngest Marac had been
+      dispatched after her, disguised as a woman, with instructions to way-lay her by
+      some shorter cut, in order to find out if she was really ignorant of the frightful
+      way in which the pedlar had met his untimely end.</p>
+      <p>As these thoughts chased each other through her mind, she felt as if her great
+      terror was slowly blanching her face, and her limbs began to tremble till she could
+      hardly drag herself over the ground. But her baby's warm little heart, beating so
+      closely against her own, once more gave her strength. She dropped her eyes so that
+      she might no longer see that awful hand, and tottered on by the new-comer's side,
+      striving to imagine that it was indeed only a harmless peasant woman who was
+      walking by her and trying to remember that every step was bringing her nearer to
+      Brussels and protection. Her companion glanced at her curiously, and Babette
+      shivered, for she fancied she saw suspicion in the look.</p>
+      <p>"You seem tired." she, or rather he, said, always speaking in the same low,
+      thick tones. "Brussels is barely two miles off, and it is yet early, but perhaps
+      you have not rested well. Where did you sleep?"</p>
+      <p>Too well did the girl know why that question was asked her, and now that her
+      first sickening horror was over, her brave spirit nerved itself once more.</p>
+      <p>"I was journeying with a friend yesterday," she replied, "when the snow-storm
+      overtook us. Luckily we met a man whose home lay in our road. He was very good, and
+      took us there and gave us supper and beds."</p>
+      <p>The stranger laughed.</p>
+      <p>"A good Samaritan, indeed! And your friend? Where is he now? Did he find his
+      hosts so hospitable that he was unable to tear himself away?"</p>
+      <p>"No," said Babette, gently, "he started early; before I came down he was far on
+      his road. They were very good to me, and gave me coffee before I left. I am a poor
+      woman, and could do but little to repay them. The two francs I gave them were
+      almost my last."</p>
+      <p>This speech, uttered in such a soft, even voice&mdash;for Babette had schooled
+      herself well by now&mdash;seemed to satisfy her companion, and they walked on side
+      by side in silence for what seemed to the poor girl the longest hour she had ever
+      passed.</p>
+      <p>At last, in the far distance there rose the spires and roofs of Brussels. The
+      chiming of church bells came gaily towards them through the frosty air, and Babette
+      knew that her terrible journey was well-nigh ended. At the entrance of the town the
+      stranger stopped.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/063-1.jpg"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/063-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "GOOD-BYE."</p>
+      <p>"Good-bye," she said, curtly; "I am late for the market, and must sell my eggs
+      quickly or shall not get my price."</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/064-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/064-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "SHE SANK DOWN IN A HEAVY, DEATH-LIKE SWOON."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>She turned down a side street and disappeared, and Babette felt her strength and
+      mind both failing her now that she was out of danger. She staggered weakly into a
+      big, dim church, by the door of which the parting happened to have taken place.
+      Here she sank down in a heavy, death-like swoon in front of one of the side altars,
+      with her baby wailing fretfully at her breast. When she came to herself again she
+      was seated in the sacristy, and her hair and face were wet with the water they had
+      flung over her. By her side stood a black-robed, kindly-faced cur&eacute; and two
+      or three women, who were trying to force some wine down her throat. By degrees her
+      strength came back, and she raised herself and asked piteously for her child. Then,
+      when he was in her arms, she told her story.</p>
+      <p>Wonder, horror, and bewilderment all dawned in turns on her hearers'
+      countenances, and it was not until she unpinned her baby's shawls and handed the
+      shabby pocket-book to the priest that they were quite certain they had not to deal
+      with some poor, wandering lunatic. But when the money had been looked at and
+      replaced, then, indeed, they saw the necessity for prompt action. The cur&eacute;
+      caught up his hat, and, after whispering a few words to the women, hurried out of
+      the sacristy.</p>
+      <p>"He is gone to the police," said one. "Poor child"&mdash;laying her hand
+      caressingly on the girl's damp hair&mdash;"what hast thou not passed through!
+      Mercifully the mass was not over, so we found thee at once. Lie still and rest.
+      Give me but thy husband's name and address, and in one little half-hour he shall be
+      by thy side."</p>
+      <p>And so he was, and then, when she had been examined by the chief of the police
+      and sobbed out her story all over again, from the shelter of Paul's broad arms, she
+      felt safe at last. She went peacefully home with her husband, and after a good
+      night's rest in the little rooms he had taken for her, she was able to listen
+      calmly when told next day of the capture of the whole Marac family. They had been
+      taken red-handed in their guilt, for had not the pedlar's body been found in a
+      disused cellar under their house?</p>
+      <p>He was brought to Brussels to be buried, but his name was never known, and his
+      money was never claimed. Probably, as he had told Babette, he had been a friendless
+      old man, wandering alone from place to place.</p>
+      <p>The police were generous. Half his money was given to the poor and the rest was
+      handed to Babette, and helped to furnish her new home. A simple stone cross now
+      marks the unknown pedlar's grave: but flowers bloom there abundantly, and though
+      nameless, he is not forgotten. Many a prayer is uttered for him both by Babette and
+      her children, for the memory of that terrible New Year's Eve will never fade from
+      her mind.</p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-8" name="ch37-8"></a>Personal Reminiscences of Sir Andrew
+      Clark.</h2>
+      <h4>BY E. H. PITCAIRN.</h4>
+      <div style="float:right; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/065-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/065-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         SIR ANDREW CLARK.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>With a heartfelt pang, hundreds read in an evening paper on October 20th of the
+      serious illness of Sir Andrew Clark, so truly spoken of by George Eliot as "the
+      beloved physician." Only the previous day he had presided at the Annual Harveian
+      Oration as President of the College of Physicians.</p>
+      <p>He had more than one warning by severe attacks of illness, and by the recurrence
+      of very painful symptoms, that he was over-taxing his strength, but they were
+      unheeded. A patient once told him he had a horror of having a fit. "Put it away,"
+      said Sir Andrew; "I always do." There was only one person to whose fatigue and
+      exhaustion he was indifferent that was himself.</p>
+      <p>It is said that he always hoped to die in his carriage or consulting-room, and
+      it was in the latter, while talking with a lady (the Hon. Miss Boscawen) about some
+      charity, that he was seized with the illness which ended so fatally. In his case it
+      is no morbid curiosity which makes thousands interested in every detail concerning
+      him.</p>
+      <p>On one day as many as six hundred people, several of whom were quite poor
+      patients, called to ask how he was, and daily inquiries from all parts, including
+      the Royal Family were a proof how much he was respected. Very peacefully, on
+      Monday, November 6th, about five o'clock, he passed away, and on the following
+      Saturday, after a service at Westminster Abbey, he was buried at Essendon, near
+      Camfield, the property he had so lately bought and where he spent his last holiday.
+      The world has already been told how the English nation showed their respect for the
+      President of the College of Physicians, and in him the profession he so dearly
+      loved was honoured.</p>
+      <p>What was the reason of this demonstration of respect? Because individuals seem
+      to have felt a sense of irreparable <i>loss</i>. Very many have the idea that there
+      are few others with his gifts who would respond in the same way to their demand for
+      sympathy and help; for Sir Andrew's interest in each patient was real. There was an
+      attractive force about him, difficult to describe, and which only those who knew
+      him could understand, for he was nothing if not original. It is impossible in this
+      brief sketch to give an adequate portrait of a great personality and to tell the
+      story of his life's work. I shall but try to mention some of his distinctive
+      qualities and characteristics, illustrated by a few facts. Two or three real
+      incidents sometimes give a better idea of a man's character than pages of
+      generalities.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/066-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/066-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE GRAVE IN ESSENDON CHURCHYARD.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith.</i></p>
+      <p>Sir Andrew was born at Aberdeen in October, 1826. His father died when he was
+      seven years old, and his mother at his birth. To the end of his life he regretted
+      never having known a mother's love. His childhood, spent with two uncles, does not
+      seem to have been very happy, and he had no brother or sister. He was educated at
+      Aberdeen and Edinburgh, and at the former place took his degree.</p>
+      <p>As a young man he gained first medals in anatomy, physiology, chemistry, botany,
+      materia medica, surgery, pathology, and practice of physic.</p>
+      <p>At twenty-two, in very delicate health, he entered the Royal Navy as
+      assistant-surgeon, and was appointed to the hospital at Haslar. His subsequent
+      medical career is pretty generally known. He obtained almost every possible honour,
+      culminating in the Presidency of the College of Physicians for the lengthy term of
+      six years.</p>
+      <p>Sir Andrew was devoted to the College. He made an excellent President, and a
+      dignified, courteous, and just chairman. His successor will find it no easy task to
+      fill his place.</p>
+      <p>He took an intense interest in all that concerned the welfare of the College,
+      and gave many proofs of his affection, one of the last being a donation of
+      &pound;500 last year towards its redecoration. Not a great many laymen know the
+      College by sight. It is a corner building in Trafalgar Square, the entrance facing
+      Whitcomb Street. The meetings of the Fellows are held in the magnificent library,
+      lined with 60,000 volumes, chiefly classics. Opening out of the library is the
+      Censors' room, panelled with old oak, and hung with portraits of former Presidents,
+      chiefly by old masters. At an examination the President sits at the end of the
+      table with his back to the fireplace, the Registrar (Dr. Liveing) opposite, and the
+      Censors on either side. In front of the President is a cushion with the Caduceus,
+      the Mace, and the Golden Cane. It was in the library that Sir Andrew presided at
+      the Harveian Oration the day before he was taken ill.</p>
+      <p>Sir Andrew could not be judged of by the surface. As Sir Joseph Phayres truly
+      says: "I have known him intimately, and the more I knew him the more I respected
+      and admired him." Those who knew him best loved him best. One has only to read how
+      one leading man after another writes of him with enthusiastic appreciation (in the
+      <i>Medical Journal</i>) to learn what his colleagues thought of his medical skill
+      and personal character.</p>
+      <p>A bishop recently spoke of him as the truthful doctor: and a young girl, who
+      from a small child had stayed with him, told me he would always correct himself if
+      he had told an anecdote the least inaccurately; and one day this summer when
+      walking round their garden with him she said the caterpillars had eaten all their
+      gooseberry trees; "I mean the gooseberry <i>leaves</i>," she added. Sir Andrew
+      immediately said, "I am glad you are particular to say what is exactly true"; but,
+      she added, there was always <i>something</i> to remember in everything he said.
+      With regard to another point, a clergyman who knew Sir Andrew very intimately once
+      told me that "No man of this century had a more keenly religious mind; he was so
+      saturated with thoughts of God and so convinced that God had spoken to man. He was
+      intensely religious, with a profound sense of the supernatural; he certainly was a
+      great example to very busy men in the way he always managed to find time for
+      church, and even when called away to a distance he would, if possible, go to a
+      church near where he happened to be." In addition to these qualities, he was very
+      just, sympathetic, and generous.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 80%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/067-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/067-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         CAMFIELD HOUSE, ESSENDON.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>I have come across many friends who knew him well, and it is interesting to note
+      that the same cardinal points seem to have struck everyone as the key-notes of his
+      life. In almost identical words each one speaks of his strong faith, his strict
+      veracity, and his intense devotion to duty. One of his old friends said to me the
+      other day: "<i>Nothing</i> would tempt Clark away from what he thought right; his
+      conscientiousness was unbounded."</p>
+      <p>His love of metaphysics, combined with a very high motive, made him naturally
+      interested in the <i>whole</i> man&mdash;body, mind, and spirit. To quote the words
+      of a well-known bishop: "It was his intrepid honesty which was so valuable a
+      quality. In Sir Andrew Clark men felt that he wished to do them good, and to do
+      them the best good, by making men of them."</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 60%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/067-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/067-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         SIR ANDREW CLARK'S HOUSE IN CAVENDISH SQUARE.<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph by Mavor &amp; Meredith.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The bishop told me a characteristic anecdote illustrating this: "A clergyman
+      complained to him of feeling low and depressed, unable to face his work, and
+      tempted to rely on stimulants. Sir Andrew saw that the position was a perilous one,
+      and that it was a crisis in the man's life. He dealt with the case, and forbade
+      resort to stimulants, when the patient declared that he would be unequal to his
+      work and ready to sink. 'Then,' said Sir Andrew, 'sink like a man!'" This is but
+      one of many incidents showing his marvellous power in restraining his patients and
+      raising them to a higher moral level. The writer could tell a far more wonderful
+      story of the saving of a drunkard, body and soul, but it is too touching and sacred
+      for publication. At the top of the wall of that well-known consulting-room (in
+      which Sir Andrew is said to have seen 10,000 patients annually), immediately facing
+      the chair where he always sat, are the words: "Glory to God."</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/068-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/068-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       CENSORS' ROOM&mdash;COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith</i>.</p>
+      <p>With regard to his profession he was an enthusiast. He termed medicine "the
+      metropolis of the kingdom of knowledge," and in one of his addresses to students,
+      said: "You have chosen one of the noblest, the most important, and the most
+      interesting of professions, but also the most arduous and the most self-denying,
+      involving the largest sacrifices and the fewest rewards. He who is not prepared to
+      find in its cultivation and exercise his chief recompense, has mistaken his calling
+      and should retrace his steps."</p>
+      <p>He had an ideal, and he did his utmost to live up to it. His words in many
+      instances did as much good as his medicine.</p>
+      <p>To explain what I mean I cannot do better than quote part of a letter received
+      since Sir Andrew's death, from a delicate, hardworking clergyman, whom I have known
+      some years. After speaking of Sir Andrew's painstaking kindness, "never seeming the
+      least hurried," he says: "He had a wonderful way of inspiring one with confidence
+      and readiness to face one's troubles. I remember his saying once, 'It is wonderful
+      how we get <i>accustomed</i> to our troubles,' and at another time, while
+      encouraging me to go on with work&mdash;reading for Orders: 'If one is to die, it
+      is better to die doing something, than doing nothing.' I have often found that a
+      help when feeling done-up and useless. In the old days when people used to go and
+      see him without an appointment, I have often sat for hours in his dining-room,
+      feeling so ill that I felt as if I should die before I saw him, but after having
+      seen him I felt as if I had got a new lease of life. I was not at all
+      hypochondriacal or fanciful, I think, but that was the moral effect of an interview
+      with him. I believe he revolutionized the treatment of cases like mine, and that
+      he, to a certain extent, experimented on me; at any rate, he treated me on
+      philosophical principles, and told me often" (he went to him for twenty years)
+      "that I had become much stronger than he had expected. He said to me several times:
+      'You are a wonderful man; you have saved many lives.'"</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 80%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/069-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/069-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         ENTRANCE HALL&mdash;COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>This my correspondent understood to mean the experiments had been
+      successful.</p>
+      <p>"He once said that if I had died at that time, there was not a doctor in London
+      would have approved of his treatment. He gave a description of my case some years
+      ago, in a lecture I think at Brighton&mdash;but of course without the name. The
+      particular weakness was valvular disease of the heart, the consequence of rheumatic
+      fever, and this treatment was founded on the principle that Nature always works
+      towards compensation. He told me many years ago that that particular mischief was
+      fully compensated for."</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 80%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/069-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/069-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         THE READING ROOM&mdash;COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>He loved his work and never tired of it. He often told the story how his first
+      serious case, and encouraging cure, was himself. With severe hemorrhage of the
+      lungs, he was told it would be at the risk of his life if he went on with his
+      studies. A doctor, however, he made up his mind he would be, and that he would
+      begin by making every effort to cure himself. With characteristic determination, he
+      persisted in a strict regimen of diet and fresh air. "I determined," said Sir
+      Andrew, "as far as my studies would allow me&mdash;for I never intended to give
+      them up&mdash;to live in the fresh air, often studying out of doors; and in a short
+      time I was so much better that I was able to take gentle exercise. I got well, and
+      I may almost say I got over the trouble which threatened me." The lungs were
+      healed, and a result which seemed inevitable avoided. He would often say he
+      obtained his first appointment at the London Hospital chiefly out of pity, the
+      authorities thinking he would not live six months, but he outlived almost every one
+      of them.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/070-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/070-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE CADUCENS, MACE, BOOK, AND SEAL&mdash;COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith</i></p>
+      <p>No man could have kept on for fourteen and sixteen hours a day, as Sir Andrew
+      did, without unbounded enthusiasm and an absorbing interest.</p>
+      <p>His enormous correspondence must have been the great tax. Most people are
+      disinclined to write a dozen letters at the end of a hard day's work; but Sir
+      Andrew often came home at eight o'clock with the knowledge that letters would
+      occupy him until after midnight. His letters averaged sixty per day. These would be
+      answered by return, except where minute directions were inclosed.</p>
+      <p>Only the other day, a friend of his told me, Sir Andrew came in the morning, a
+      short time before he was taken ill, looking very tired and worried. On being asked
+      the reason, he said he had not slept all night, for he went to see a patient three
+      days before, and because he had not sent the table of directions, the patient wrote
+      saying he would not try his treatment. "I never slept," said Sir Andrew, "thinking
+      of the state of mind to which I had unavoidably reduced that poor patient."</p>
+      <p>In order to get through his work he had a light breakfast at 7.30, when he read
+      his letters, which were opened for him. From eight until two or three he saw
+      patients, his simple luncheon being taken in the consulting-room. He would then go
+      to the hospital, College of Physicians, or some consultation; he had often after
+      that to go to see someone at a distance, but he never worried a patient by seeming
+      in a hurry, however much pressed for time.</p>
+      <p>He had a very strong sense of responsibility, and would never rest himself by
+      staying the night if it were unnecessary. A rich patient in Devonshire once offered
+      him a large sum to stay until the next morning. "I could do you no good," said Sir
+      Andrew, "and my patients will want me to-morrow." Among his patients were almost
+      all the great authors, philosophers, and intellectual men of the day. Longfellow,
+      Tennyson, Huxley, Cardinal Manning, and numerous others were his warm friends. He
+      always declared he caught many a cold in the ascetic Cardinal's "cold house." An
+      old pupil truly says Sir Andrew had the rare faculty of surveying the conditions
+      and circumstances of each one, gathering them up, and clearly seeing what was best
+      to do. Professor Sheridan Delapine says: "He was specially fond of quoting
+      Sydenham's words: 'Tota ars medici est in observationibus.'"</p>
+      <p>After asking what was amiss and questioning them on what they told him, he would
+      say: "Give me a plan of your day. What is your work? When do you take your meals?
+      Of what do they consist? What time do you get up, and when do you go to bed?"
+      Notwithstanding the keenness of his eye and natural intuition, which found out
+      instantly far more than was told, he not only eagerly and attentively listened, but
+      <i>remembered</i> what his patient said. Sir Henry Roscoe gave me a striking
+      instance of this, and I cannot do better than quote his exact words:&mdash;</p>
+      <p>"I first made Sir Andrew's acquaintance about twenty years ago at Braemar, where
+      he was spending the autumn, and, as was his kindly wont, had with him a young
+      Manchester man, far gone in consumption, to whom he acted as friend, counsellor,
+      and physician. In our frequent walks and talks, I confided in the eminent doctor
+      that I had suffered from that frequent plague of sedentary men, the gout. 'Come and
+      see me any morning in Cavendish Square before eight,' said he, 'and I will do what
+      I can for you.' Many years slipped by; living then in Manchester, I never took
+      advantage of the kind offer, and I never saw Sir Andrew until some eight years
+      afterwards. I was calling on my old friend, Sir Joseph Whitworth, who at that time
+      had rooms in Great George Street. As I came quickly out of the front door, Clark's
+      carriage drove up, and almost before it stopped the Doctor 'bounced' out and we
+      nearly ran against each other. In one 'instant-minute,' as our American friends
+      say, he accosted me: 'Well! How's the gout?' He had no more idea of meeting me at
+      that moment than of meeting the man in the moon, and yet, no sooner had he seen my
+      face&mdash;which he had not looked upon for eight years&mdash;than the whole 'case'
+      flashed upon him. Since that time I have often seen him, and I shall always retain
+      not only a high opinion of his great gifts, but also an affectionate remembrance of
+      his great-heartedness."</p>
+      <p>Literary people and brain-workers particularly interested him, and they found in
+      the kind doctor a friend who understood them. He would advise all writing that
+      involved thought to be done in the morning before luncheon. The evening might be
+      spent in "taking in" or reading up the subject of a book or paper, but there must
+      be no giving out. For brain-workers who were not strong, he insisted on meat in the
+      middle of the day; he declared that for this class it was "physiologically wicked"
+      even to have luncheon without.</p>
+      <p>To one who spoke of fatigue after a comparatively short walk, he replied: "Walk
+      little, then. Many who work their brain are not up to much exercise. I hardly ever
+      walk a mile myself; but that need not prevent men having plenty of fresh air."</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/071-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/071-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE LONDON HOSPITAL<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith.</i></p>
+      <p>Some people laugh at his rules for diet, etc., forgetting that these simple
+      directions are based on deep knowledge of the human frame. Let them laugh. Many who
+      have tried them know they have been different people in consequence. His incisive
+      words&mdash;"My friend, you eat too much!" "My friend, you drink too much!" would
+      not he appreciated by all; but Sir Andrew thought nearly all diseases were the
+      outcome of the constant and apparently unimportant violation of the laws of health.
+      Those who were hopelessly ill would always hear the truth from him, but he would
+      leave no stone unturned to lessen their suffering. Many an incurable patient has he
+      sent to a home from the London Hospital, and visited them afterwards. Only the
+      other day I heard of patients he had sent to St. Elizabeth's, Great Ormond Street,
+      where incurable patients are nursed and cared for until they die, and never left
+      the hospital without leaving a guinea with one of the nuns. Sir Andrew had no
+      stereotyped plan. It was not merely the disease, but the individual he treated. A
+      friend told me he saved her aunt's life. She could not sleep, and Sir Andrew
+      ordered them to give her breakfast at five, "for after tossing about all night she
+      might sleep after having some food," and so it proved.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/072-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/072-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       THE HARRISON WARD&mdash;LONDON HOSPITAL.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Mavor &amp; Meredith.</i></p>
+      <p>To others who might get well, he would say: "Fight for your life."</p>
+      <p>Twelve years ago a lady (whom I met lately) had hemorrhage of the lungs three
+      times. She was told by seven doctors in the country that she "had not a week to
+      live." She had young children, and determined to make a great effort to see Sir
+      Andrew Clark. He prophesied she would get well, providing she at once left the damp
+      climate where she was then living and made her permanent home at Malvern. A week
+      after she had taken his remedies she walked up the Wrekin. From that day she saw
+      Sir Andrew once every year, and looks upon herself as a monument of his skill.</p>
+      <p>"Die to live," was a favourite saying of Sir Andrew's. "In congenial work you
+      will find life, strength, and happiness." This certainly was his own experience.
+      Only in July last he said to the writer of this notice: "I never know what it is to
+      feel well now, but work is the joy of my life."</p>
+      <p>He could, however, place strict limits as to how much a <i>patient</i> might
+      work. It is well known how docile and obedient a patient he had in Mr. Gladstone.
+      One evening, coming downstairs muffled up to avoid a worse cold, he was met by Sir
+      Andrew with the greeting, "Where are you going?" "To the House," said Mr.
+      Gladstone. "No, you are not," replied his friend; "you are going straight to bed!"
+      and to bed he went. Sir Andrew also limited the time Mr. Gladstone should speak. On
+      one occasion, however, notwithstanding the fact that the peremptory adviser was
+      present, watch in hand, Mr. Gladstone, after throwing down the written speech as
+      the clock struck, went on for another half-hour! <a id="footnotetag37-1" name="footnotetag37-1"></a><a href="#footnote37-1"><sup>1</sup></a>
+      This disobedience was the exception which proved the rule.</p>
+      <p>Mr. Gladstone was a friend for whom Sir Andrew had the highest respect and
+      veneration, and hardly ever passed a day without going to see him. Shortly before
+      he was taken ill he said: "For twenty years I have never heard Gladstone say an
+      unkind or vituperative word of anyone."</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/073-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/073-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NURSE HARRISON&mdash;LONDON HOSPITAL.<br />
+         (The nurse who tended Sir Andrew Clark in his last illness.)<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph by Mavor &amp; Meredith.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>With respect to fees, he always took what was offered: sometimes he would
+      receive &pound;500 for a long journey, sometimes two guineas. The following is no
+      doubt but one of many similar experiences. After a hard day's work he was urgently
+      summoned to a place 120 miles from London. It was a very wet night. There was no
+      carriage to meet him; no fly to be had. After walking a mile or two he arrived at a
+      small farm, and found the daughter suffering from an attack of hysteria. Sir
+      Andrew, with his usual kindness, did what he could and evidently gave satisfaction,
+      for when he left the mother said: "Well, Sir Andrew, you have been so kind we must
+      make it double," and handed him two guineas. He thanked them and said:
+      "Good-bye."</p>
+      <p>Sir Andrew would never hear of charging more than his usual fee because a person
+      happened to be very rich. In a word, he was honest. On one occasion when going to
+      see a patient in the south, the doctor who was to meet him in consultation met Sir
+      Andrew at the station, told him they were rich, and quite prepared to pay a very
+      high fee. But Sir Andrew replied: "I did not come from London," and naming the
+      place where he was staying, said, "My fee is only a third of the sum you name." Sir
+      Andrew was not indifferent to fees; on the contrary, he rather took a pride in
+      telling how much he earned. He is said to have once received &pound;5,000 for going
+      to Cannes, the largest <i>medical</i> fee known. Some, however, have wondered who
+      did pay him&mdash;so numerous were his non-paying patients. From Anglican and Roman
+      Catholic clergy, sisters, nuns, and all engaged in any charitable work (unless rich
+      men) he would never consent to receive a fee, at the same time making it felt that
+      unwillingness to accept his advice "would deprive him of a pleasure"; and it was
+      felt that this was literally true, and if anything the patients whom he saw "as a
+      friend" were shown more consideration than others. "Come and see me next week," he
+      said to one who demurred to the necessity for going again, knowing he would not
+      accept a fee, "and I will arrange that you shall not be kept waiting."</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/074-1.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/074-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       FACSIMILE OF A PRESCRIPTION WRITTEN BY SIR ANDREW CLARK.</p>
+      <p>The present Lord Tennyson writes: "We are among the many who are much indebted
+      to Sir Andrew Clark. It was in a great measure owing to him that my father
+      recovered from his dangerous attack of gout in 1888, when 'he was as near death as
+      a man could be.' After this illness Sir Andrew paid us a visit, at Aldworth, in the
+      summer of 1889. He told us that he had come in spite of a summons from the Shah, to
+      which he had replied that the Shah's Hakim could not obey, as he had promised to
+      visit his old friend&mdash;the old Poet. Sir Andrew added: 'This disobedience of
+      your humble and devoted physician for the sake of his friend, the crowned King of
+      Song, struck the crowned King of Kings so much that, so far from being offended, he
+      took a noble view, and, as a mark of signal honour, sent me the Star of the Second
+      Class of the Lion and Sun of Persia.'"</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width: 50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/075-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/075-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         SIR JAMES CLARK.<br />
+         (Eldest son of Sir Andrew Clark.)<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph by Wyrall, Aldershot.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Sundays were often spent out of town, at Hawarden and elsewhere, and latterly at
+      Camfield, the house so lately purchased. Both this and his town house were entirely
+      furnished, as he wished each to be complete in itself.</p>
+      <p>Already at Essendon the example of his life was felt to be a power for good, as
+      well as the kind interest he took in his poorer neighbours, inviting them up to his
+      house, promising to give the men a dinner at Christmas, etc. Yet Sir Andrew was no
+      "country gentleman"; his favourite recreation was books. On being asked: "Which way
+      are we looking? In which direction is London?" he replied: "I don't know." "Don't
+      you know how the house stands, or what soil it is built upon?" and again he had to
+      plead ignorance.</p>
+      <p>Nevertheless, his love of neatness made him notice if a place was in good order.
+      One day, driving over to see some neighbours, after congratulating them on the
+      well-kept garden, he was getting into the carriage, when he suddenly remembered he
+      had not told the gardener how much pleased he was with the whole place, and with
+      his usual courtesy insisted on going back to find him.</p>
+      <p>One of Sir Andrew's holidays was a trip to Canada, when he accompanied the
+      Marquis of Lorne and Princess Louise, on the former being appointed
+      Governor-General there. This he did as a friend, and in no way in a medical
+      capacity. He was most popular on the voyage out among the passengers, keeping the
+      ship alive with jokes and amusing stories, and many called him "Merry Andrew." He
+      was almost boyish in his keen enjoyment of a holiday. He was evidently devoted to
+      music, and was delighted with the beautiful string band the Duke of Edinburgh
+      brought on board at Halifax. In Canada, Sir Andrew was most warmly received and
+      universally liked by everyone. Amongst others he made the acquaintance of Sir John
+      Macdonald.</p>
+      <p>The Princess told me without doubt there was one predominating interest in his
+      mind, and that the supernatural&mdash;whether at a British Association meeting, the
+      College of Physicians, or speaking privately to his own friends. He realized the
+      impossibility of explaining by scientific methods the supernatural. He would often
+      say: "There is more in Heaven and earth than this world dreams of. Given the most
+      <i>perfect</i> scientific methods, you will find beyond abysses which you are
+      powerless to explore."</p>
+      <p>He had the greatest charm of mind, and, needless to say, was a delightful
+      companion. His topics of conversation were extremely varied: he liked dialectics
+      for talk and argument's sake, and enjoyed talking to those who had somewhat the
+      same taste. Possibly for this reason he did not fully appreciate children, although
+      they amused him, and he liked to understand their ideas. A friend of Sir Andrew's
+      staying with him at the time told me the following characteristic anecdote: One
+      afternoon during his autumn holiday in Scotland the footman came in to put coals on
+      the fire, and a child (a relation) coughed vehemently. "Why do you cough so much?"
+      said Sir Andrew. "To make James look at me," said the child. Sir Andrew was
+      "solemnly interested," and afterwards took it as a parable of a woman's nature,
+      which, speaking generally, he considered morally and ethically inferior to a man's.
+      In his opinion very many women were wanting in the two great
+      qualities&mdash;justice and truth&mdash;considering their own, their children's, or
+      their husband's interests first rather than what was absolutely right.</p>
+      <p>One subject that interested him very much was heredity, and he had, of course,
+      countless opportunities of studying it. "Temperance and morality," he would say,
+      "are most distinctly transmitted, especially by the mother; but," said Sir Andrew,
+      "in spite of heredity, I am what I am by my own choice."</p>
+      <p>Sir Andrew was a great reader. Metaphysics, philosophy, and theology were his
+      favourite subjects, especially the latter&mdash;he also occasionally read a good
+      novel. Reading was his only relaxation, for it was one he could enjoy while driving
+      or in the train. Dr. Russell, who was with him when going to attend the
+      tercentenary of Dublin College, tells the story how Sir Andrew not only read but
+      wrote hour after hour in the railway carriage, and, in addition, listened to the
+      conversation. Dr. Russell Reynolds, Sir James Paget, Sir Dyce Duckworth, and Sir R.
+      Quain were of the party, and the two latter joined Dr. Russell in remarking with
+      him that it would ruin his eyesight. "I am using my eyes, not abusing them,"
+      replied Sir Andrew; "you cannot injure any organ by the exercise of it, but by the
+      excess of exercise of it. I would not do it were I not accustomed to read and write
+      without the smallest amount of mischief."</p>
+      <p>I much regret that lack of space prevents my describing the London Hospital as I
+      should like. Of most hospitals Sir Andrew was a governor, but his great interest
+      was the London, of which he and Lady Clark were both life governors.</p>
+      <p>While Sir Andrew was visiting physician he came regularly twice a week, as well
+      as for consultation. He was interested in everything that concerned the patients,
+      and always had a kind word for the nurses. One nurse in the Charlotte Ward (Sir
+      Andrew Clark's) said he used literally to shovel out half-crowns at Christmas when
+      he asked what the patients were going to do. Everyone speaks Of the pecuniary
+      sacrifice and strain his connection with the hospital involved. He endowed a
+      medical tutorship, also scholarships for students. Students, nurses, etc., would
+      eagerly listen to his informal expositions in the wards, as he invariably showed a
+      grasp of the subject that was equally minute and comprehensive. "He would start
+      from some particular point and work his way point by point down to the minutest
+      detail, not bewildering by a multiplicity of facts, but keeping them all in order
+      with perfect handling, until the framing of the whole thing stood out luminously
+      clear to the dullest comprehension. An old pupil says his well-known authoritative
+      manner was the result of a profound and laboriously acquired knowledge of his art,
+      acquired by years of careful work in hospital wards and post-mortem
+      rooms."&mdash;<i>Medical Journal</i>.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/076-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/076-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         SIR ANDREW CLARK.<br />
+         <i>From a Painting by G.F. Watts, R.A.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Happily there are two portraits of Sir Andrew. The last beautifully painted
+      picture by Mr. Watts (which by the great kindness of the artist is allowed to be
+      reproduced in this sketch) was only finished a few days before Sir Andrew was taken
+      ill&mdash;for he could only sit from eight till nine a.m. It is one of the series
+      Mr. Watts is so generously giving to the nation, and he "thinks it one of his
+      best." Sir Andrew himself was delighted with it, saying in his hearty way to Mrs.
+      Watts: "Why, it <i>thinks</i>!" The position in the picture by Frank Holl is
+      unfortunate.</p>
+      <p>Very imperfectly I have described the varied work of a man of limitless energy,
+      with an exceptionally keen appreciation of men and things. A great man has passed
+      away, and we are poorer in consequence.</p>
+      <hr style="clear:both;" />
+      <blockquote class="footnote">
+      <p>
+        <a id="footnote37-1" name="footnote37-1"></a> <b>Footnote 1</b>: <a
+        href="#footnotetag37-1">(return)</a> 
+      </p>
+        <p>The substance of this anecdote which I quote from memory, appeared in the
+        <i>Daily News</i>, and happened at Newcastle.</p>
+      </blockquote>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-9" name="ch37-9"></a>Beauties:&mdash;Children.</h2>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/077-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/077-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       Winnifred Emma Heale.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Heath &amp; Bradnee, Exeter.</i><br />
+       Edith Marguerite Dickinson.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by J. Hargreaves, Barrow-in-Furness.</i><br />
+       Myrta Vivienne Stubbs.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Medringtons, Ltd., Liverpool.</i></p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/078-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/078-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       Kathleen Keyse<br />
+       <i>From a Photograph.</i><br />
+       Madge Erskine<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Allison &amp; Allison, Belfast.</i><br />
+       Dorothy Birch Done<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Stanley Hurst, Wrexham.</i></p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/079-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/079-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       Evelyn Mary Dowdell.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by G. Ridsdale Cleare, Lower Clapton, N. E.</i><br />
+       Nelly M. Morris.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by J. W. Thomas, Colwyn Bay.</i><br />
+       Aligander Smith.<br />
+       <i>From a Photo. by Norman, May, &amp; Co., Ltd., Malvern.</i></p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-10" name="ch37-10"></a>The Signatures of Charles Dickens (with
+      Portraits).</h2>
+      <h3>FROM 1825 TO 1870.</h3>
+      <h3>(Born 7th February, 1812; died 9th June, 1870.)</h3>
+      <h4>BY J. HOLT SCHOOLING.</h4>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/080-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 1.&mdash;FAMILIAR "BOOK COVER" SIGNATURE.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>"Everybody knows what Dickens's signature is like"&mdash;says the reader who
+      bases acquaintance with it upon the familiar, gold-impressed facsimile on the
+      well-known red covers of his works&mdash;"a free, dashing signature, with an
+      extensive and well-graduated flourish underneath." (No. 1.)</p>
+      <p>Aye! But have you ever seen an original Dickens-letter? Have you ever handled,
+      not one, but hundreds of his documents&mdash;letters, franked envelopes, cheques
+      signed by Dickens, cheques indorsed by him, legal agreements bearing his signature,
+      and the original MSS. of his works? Owing to the kindness of owners and guardians
+      of Dickens-letters, etc. I have been able to supplement the materials in my own
+      collection by numerous facsimiles taken direct from a priceless store of
+      Dickens-MSS. Here are some of the specimens. We will glance over them, and in doing
+      so will view them, not merely as signatures, but also as permanently-recorded
+      tracings of Dickens's nerve muscular action&mdash;of his <i>gesture</i>. The
+      expressive play of his facial muscles has gone, the varying inflections of voice
+      have gone, but we still possess the self-registered and characteristic tracings of
+      Charles Dickens's hand-gesture.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/080-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 2.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1825.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>In No. 1 we have the signature of Dickens as he wrote it when aged forty-five to
+      fifty; in No. 2 there is the boy's signature at the age of thirteen, written to a
+      school-fellow. This youthful signature shows the existence in embryo form of the
+      "flourish" so commonly associated with Dickens's signature. It is interesting to
+      note that the receiver of this early letter has stated that its schoolboy writer
+      had "more than usual flow of spirits, held his head more erect than lads ordinarily
+      do," and that "there was a general smartness about him." We shall perhaps see that
+      the direct emphasis of so many of Charles Dickens's signatures which is given by
+      his "flourish" may be fitly associated with certain characteristics of the man
+      himself. We may also note that high spirits and vigorous nervous energy are
+      productive of redundant nerve-muscular activity in any direction&mdash;hand gesture
+      included.</p>
+      <!-- This is ugly, but I can't find a better way to centre two images which works in both Mozilla and IE -->
+      <div style="float:left; width:10%; clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/080-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 18.<br />
+         <i>From a Miniature by Mrs. Janet Barrow</i>.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-6.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/081-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 23.<br />
+         <i>From a Miniature by Miss R. E. Drummond.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p>Let us look at some other early signatures. Hitherto they have been stowed away
+      in various collections, and they are almost unknown.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/080-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 3.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1830.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The next facsimile, No. 3, is remarkable as being almost the only full signature
+      out of hundreds I have seen which lacks the flourish; this specimen is also worth
+      notice, owing to the "droop" of every word below the horizontal level from which
+      each starts&mdash;a little piece of nerve-muscular evidence of mental or physical
+      depression, which may be tested by anyone who cares to examine his own handwriting
+      produced under conditions which diminish bodily vigour or mental
+      <i>&eacute;lan</i>.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/081-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 4.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1831.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The writing of No. 4 is very like that of No. 3; the easy curves below the
+      signature are cleverly made, and while they indicate much energy, they also point
+      to a useful confidence in self, owing to the deliberate way of accentuating the
+      most personal part of a letter&mdash;its signature.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/081-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 5.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1832.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 5 is the facsimile of a signature to a letter which was written in the
+      Library of the British Museum to "My dear Knolle"; the letter ends: "Believe me (in
+      haste), yours most truly." At this time&mdash;1832&mdash;Dickens was a newspaper
+      reporter, and it is curious to notice that in spite of "haste" he yet managed to
+      execute this complex movement underneath the signature. Its force and energy are
+      great, but we shall see even more pronounced developments of this flourish before
+      it takes the moderated and graceful form of confident and assured power.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:70%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/081-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 6.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1833 OR 1834.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>There is still more force and "go" about No. 6: it was written on "Wednesday
+      night, past 12," and also in haste. Dickens was reporting for the <i>Morning
+      Chronicle</i>, and was just starting on a journey, but yet there are here two
+      separate flourishes; one begins under the <i>s</i> of <i>Charles</i> and ends under
+      the <i>C</i> of that name; the other starts under the capital <i>D</i> and finishes
+      below the <i>n</i> of <i>Dickens</i>.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-4.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/081-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 7.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1836.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-5.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/081-5.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 8.&mdash;WRITTEN OCT. 1, 1836.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The intricacy of the next facsimile, No. 7, is an ugly but a very active piece
+      of movement. This group of curves is equal to about a two-feet length of
+      pen-stroke, a fact which indicates an extraordinary amount of personal energy.
+      Dickens was then writing his "Sketches by Boz," and this ungraceful elaboration of
+      his signature was probably accompanied by a growing sense of his own capacity and
+      power. During the time-interval between the signatures shown in Nos. 7 and 8, the
+      first number of the "Pickwick Papers" was published&mdash;March, 1836&mdash;and
+      Charles Dickens married Catherine Hogarth on the 2nd of April in that year. The
+      original of a very different facsimile (No. 9) was written as a receipt in the
+      account-book of Messrs. Chapman and Hall for an advance of &pound;5.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:80%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/082-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 9.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1837.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The six facsimiles numbered 9 to 15 deserve special notice. The originals were
+      all written in the year 1837, and I have purposely shown them because their
+      extraordinary variations entirely negative the popular idea about the uniformity of
+      Dickens's handwriting, and because these mobile hand-gestures are a striking
+      illustration of the mobility and great sensibility to impressions which were
+      prominent features in Charles Dickens's nature.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/082-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 10.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1837.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:70%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/082-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 11.&mdash;WRITTEN NOV. 3, 1837.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Common observation show us that a man whose mind is specially receptive of
+      impressions from persons and things around him, and whose sensibility is very
+      quick, can scarcely fail to show much variation in his own forms of outward
+      expression&mdash;such, for example, as facial "play," voice-inflections,
+      hand-gestures, and so on. Notice the originality in the position of the flourishes
+      shown in No. 9, and compare the ungraceful movement of it with the much more
+      dignified and pleasing flourishes in some of the later signatures. A whimsical
+      originality of mind comes out also in the curious "B" of "Boz" (No. 10).</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-4.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/082-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 12.&mdash;WRITTEN NOV. 3, 1837.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The next pair&mdash;Nos. 11 and 12&mdash;are interesting. No. 11 shows the
+      signature squeezed in at the bottom of a page; the flourish was attempted, and
+      accompanied by the words: "No room for the flouish," the <i>r</i> of
+      <i>flourish</i> being omitted. No. 12 was written on the envelope of the same
+      letter.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:33%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-6.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/082-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 25.<br />
+         <i>From a Drawing by H. K. Browne.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:33%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-5.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/083-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 29.<br />
+         <i>From a Drawing by Alfred Count D'Orsay.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:33%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/084-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE ABOUT 30.<br />
+         <i>From a Drawing by R.J. Lane, A.E.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/082-5.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/082-5.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       NO. l3.&mdash;WRITTEN NOV. 18, 1837.<br />
+       <i>Taken from the Legal Agreement re "Pickwick."</i></p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/083-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 30.<br />
+         <i>From a Portrait-Bust by H. Dexter.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 13 is a copy of a very famous signature: the original is on a great
+      parchment called "Deed of License Assignment and Covenants respecting a Work called
+      'The Pickwick Papers,'" and which, after a preamble, contains the words: "Whereas
+      the said Charles Dickens is the Author of a Book or Work intituled 'The Posthumous
+      Papers of the Pickwick Club,' which has been recently printed and published in
+      twenty parts or numbers," etc. It is probable that the fact of the seal being
+      placed between <i>Charles</i> and <i>Dickens</i> prevented the flourish which
+      almost invariably accompanied his signatures on business documents; the marked
+      enlargement of this signature takes the place of the flourish, and shows an
+      unconscious emphasis of the <i>ego</i>. It would be almost unreasonable for us to
+      expect that so impressionable a man, who was also feeling his power and fame, could
+      abstain from showing outward signs of his own consciousness of abnormal success.
+      Yet, in the private letters of Dickens, the simple "C. D." is very frequent; a few
+      examples of it are given in this article, and their present number in no way
+      represents the numerical relation of these simple signatures to the more "showy"
+      ones. It may at once be said that this point of difference is alike interesting to
+      the student of gesture and to the student of Dickens's character. He was certainly
+      a very able man of business, and the wording of his "business" letters fully bears
+      out the idea conveyed by his "business" signature&mdash;so to speak&mdash;that
+      Dickens was fully aware of his own powers, and that, quite fairly, he did not omit
+      to impress the fact upon other people when he thought fit. Both the wording and the
+      signature of many of his private letters are simple and unostentatious to a high
+      degree. This curious fact, which is now illustrated by Charles Dickens's own
+      hand-gesture, ought to be remembered when people talk about Dickens's "conceit" and
+      "love of show." My explanation is, I think, both logical and true.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width: 40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/083-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 14.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1837.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 14 closes this series for the year 1837. It shows a quaint and pretty
+      signature on a wrapper.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/084-5.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/084-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       CHARLES DICKENS READING "THE CHIMES," 1844.<br />
+       <i>From the original Sketch by David Maelise, R.A.</i></p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-2.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/083-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       NO. 15.&mdash;WRITTEN MARCH 12, 1841.<br />
+       <i>(Announcing the Death of "Raven", a prominent character in "Barnaby
+      Rudge")</i></p>
+      <p>No. 15 shows part of a very humorous and famous letter announcing the death of
+      the raven which figures in "Barnaby Rudge." Notice the curious originality of form
+      shown in the capital <i>Y</i> and <i>R</i>. The wording of this letter is also
+      quaintly original, and the sensitive mind of this man again caused his
+      nerve-muscular action&mdash;his gesture&mdash;to harmonize with his mood. Points of
+      this kind, which the handwriting of Dickens illustrates so well, have a deeper
+      meaning for the observant than for the casual reader of a magazine article; they
+      indicate that these little human acts, which have been so long overlooked by
+      intelligent men, do really give us valuable data for the study of mind by means of
+      written-gesture.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/085-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/085-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+      <br />
+       CHARLES DICKENS AS "CAPTAIN BOBADIL" IN "EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR."<br />
+       <i>From a Painting by C.R. Leslie, R.A.</i></p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/083-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 16.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1841</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/084-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 17.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1841.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:left;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/084-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 19.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1845.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/084-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 18.&mdash;WRITTEN IN 1843.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p>In No. 16 we see another and very original form of the "Boz" signature. No. 17
+      has a curious stroke of activity above the signature. No. 18 is a fine, strong
+      signature.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-5.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/086-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 44.<br />
+         <i>From the Painting by Ary Scheffer</i>.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/086-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 20.&mdash;WRITTEN MAY 12, 1848. (PASS TO THE STAGE.)</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 19 is remarkably vigorous and active. The well-controlled activity and
+      energy of the signatures are now strongly marked. No. 20 explains itself; the
+      curious <i>P</i> of <i>Pass</i> is worth notice.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/085-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/085-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         CHARLES DICKENS AS "SIR CHARLES COLDSTREAM" IN "USED UP", 1850.<br />
+         <i>From a Painting by Augustus Egg, R.A.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/085-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/085-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         CHARLES DICKENS IN HIS STUDY, 1854.<br />
+         <i>From the Picture by E.M. Ward, R.A.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/086-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 21.&mdash;WRITTEN JULY 22, 1854.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-6.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/086-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 47.<br />
+         <i>From an Oil Painting by W.P. Frith, R.A.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 21 is a stray illustration of clever and gracefully-executed movements which
+      abound in Dickens's letters.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:20%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/086-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 22.&mdash;WRITTEN WHEN ILL, OCT. 29, 1859</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>See, in No. 22, how illness disturbed the fine action of this splendid organism;
+      but illness did not prevent attention to detail&mdash;the dot is placed after the
+      <i>D</i>.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:70%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-4.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/086-4.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 23.&mdash;WRITTEN NOV. 1, 1860.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/087-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 24.&mdash;WRITTEN JAN. 17, 1861.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:70%">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/087-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 25.&mdash;WRITTEN NOV. 25, 1861.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <p>When on a reading tour, Dickens wrote at Bideford the letter from which No. 23
+      has been copied. After writing that he could get nothing to eat or drink at the
+      small inn, he wrote the sentence facsimiled. The exaggeration of the words is
+      matched by the use of two capital <i>T</i>'s in place of two small <i>t</i>'s. The
+      letter continues: "The landlady is playing cribbage with the landlord in the next
+      room (behind a thin partition), and they seem quite comfortable." No. 24 is another
+      instance of the variation which, in fact, obtained up to the very day before death.
+      No. 25 was written at Berwick-on-Tweed; it is an amusing letter, and states how the
+      local agents wanted to put the famous reader into "a little lofty crow's nest," and
+      how "I instantly struck, of course, and said I would either read in a room attached
+      to this house ... or not at all. Terrified local agents glowered, but fell
+      prostrate." By the way, notice, in No. 25, the emphasis of gesture on the
+      <i>me</i>.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/087-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         DICKENS AS "RICHARD WARDOUR" IN "THE FROZEN DEEP."</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-6.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/087-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         DICKENS IN HIS BASKET CARRIAGE.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Mason.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:33%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/087-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 49.<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph</i>.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:33%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-5.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/087-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 51.<br />
+         <i>From a Photo. by Alphonse Maze, Paris.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:33%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-5.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/088-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         AGE 56.<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph by Garney, New York.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="clear:both">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:66%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/088-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         CHARLES DICKENS READING TO HIS DAUGHTERS, 1863.<br />
+         <i>From a Photograph by R. H. Mason.</i></p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:33%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/088-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 26.&mdash;WRITTEN FEB. 3, 1864.</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:33%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/088-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 27.&mdash;WRITTEN JUNE 7, 1866.</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 26 is written in one continuous stroke with a noticeably good management of
+      the curves. The graceful imagination of this is very striking.</p>
+      <p>No. 27 shows the endorsement on a cheque.</p>
+      <div style="clear:both;">
+        &nbsp;
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:left;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-3.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/088-3.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 28.&mdash;WRITTEN JUNE 6, 1870 (THREE DAYS BEFORE DEATH).</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:left;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/089-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/089-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 29.&mdash;WRITTEN JUNE 8, 1870 (ONE DAY BEFORE DEATH).</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>But we near the end. Doctors had detected the signs of breaking up, which are
+      not less plain in the written gesture, and had strenuously urged Dickens to stop
+      the incessant strain caused by his public readings. The stimulus of facing an
+      appreciative audience would spur him on time after time, and then, late at night,
+      he would write affectionate letters giving details of "the house," etc., but which
+      are painful to see if one notices the constant droop of the words and of the lines
+      across the page. Contrast the writing in No. 28, broken and agitated, with some of
+      the earlier specimens I have shown you. This was written three days before death.
+      The wording of the letter from which No. 29 has been copied tells no tale of
+      weakness, but the gesture which clothes the words is tell-tale. The words, and the
+      lines of words, run downward across the paper, and No. 29 is very suggestive of
+      serious trouble&mdash;and it is specially suggestive to those who have studied this
+      form of gesture: look, for example, at the ill-managed flourish.</p>
+      <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/089-2.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/089-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       NO. 30.&mdash;WRITTEN JUNE 8, 1870 (ONE DAY BEFORE DEATH.)<br />
+       <i>From the last letter written by Charles Dickens.</i></p>
+      <p>Now comes a facsimile taken from the last letter written by Charles Dickens. It
+      has been given elsewhere, but, not satisfied with the facsimile I saw, I obtained
+      permission to take this direct from the letter in the British Museum. This was
+      written an hour or so before the fatal seizure. Every word droops below the level
+      from which each starts, each line of writing descends across the page, the simple
+      <i>C. D.</i> is very shaky, and the whole letter is broken and weak. Charles
+      Dickens was not "ready" at "3 o'clock"&mdash;he died at ten minutes past six p.m.
+      And so ends this too scanty notice of a great man's written-gesture.</p>
+      <hr />
+      <p class="footnote">NOTE:&mdash;Considerations of space and of the avoidance of
+      technicalities have prevented a really full account of the written gesture of
+      Charles Dickens; scanty as the foregoing account is, the illustrations it contains
+      could not have been supplied by any one collector of Charles Dickens's letters. I
+      express my sincere gratitude to the many persons who have enabled me to give these
+      illustrations, and only regret that one collector refused my request for the loan
+      of some very early and interesting letters.</p>
+      <p>J.H.S.</p>
+
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-11" name="ch37-11"></a>The Mirror.</h2>
+      <h4>By George Japy.</h4>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/090-1.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/090-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>It has always been said that the Japanese are the French of the Orient. Be that
+      as it may, it is very clear that in certain traits which characterize the French,
+      there is no resemblance whatever between the people of those two nations.</p>
+      <p>Almost as soon as a French baby (a girl, be it understood) is born, its first
+      instinct is to stretch out its tiny hands for a mirror, in which to admire its
+      beautiful little face and its graceful movements. This natural, and we may say
+      inborn, taste grows with the child's growth, and ere the fair girl has reached her
+      seventeenth year, her ideal of perfect bliss is to find herself in a room with
+      mirrors on every side. There is indeed a room in the Palace of Versailles which is
+      the elysium of the Frenchwoman. It is a long room with looking-glasses from ceiling
+      to floor, and the said floor is polished so that it reflects, at any rate, the
+      shadow of the feet.</p>
+      <p>Now, in the little Japanese village of Yowcuski a looking-glass was an
+      unheard-of thing, and girls did not even know what they looked like, except on
+      hearing the description which their lovers gave them of their personal beauty
+      (which description, by-the-bye, was sometimes slightly biased, according as the
+      lover was more or less devoted).</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:80%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/090-2.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/090-2.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "HE PICKED UP ONE DAY IN THE STREET A SMALL POCKET<br />
+         HAND-MIRROR."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Now it happened that a young Japanese, whose daily work was to pull along those
+      light carriages such as were seen at the last Paris Exhibition, picked up one day
+      in the street a small pocket hand-mirror, probably dropped by some English
+      lady-tourist on her travels in that part of the world.</p>
+      <p>It was, of course, the first time in his life that Kiki-Tsum had ever gazed on
+      such a thing. He looked carefully at it, and to his intense astonishment saw the
+      image of a brown face, with dark, intelligent eyes, and a look of awestruck
+      wonderment expressed on its features.</p>
+      <p>Kiki-Tsum dropped on his knees, and gazing earnestly at the object he held in
+      his hand, he whispered, "It is my sainted father. How could his portrait have come
+      here? Is it, perhaps, a warning of some kind for me?"</p>
+      <p>He carefully folded the precious treasure up in his handkerchief, and put it in
+      the large pocket of his loose blouse. When he went home that night he hid it away
+      carefully in a vase which was scarcely ever touched, as he did not know of any
+      safer place in which to deposit it. He said nothing of the adventure to his young
+      wife, for, as he said to himself "Women are curious, and then, too,
+      <i>sometimes</i> they are given to talking," and Kiki-Tsum felt that it was too
+      reverent a matter to be discussed by neighbours, this finding of his dead father's
+      portrait in the street.</p>
+      <p>For some days Kiki-Tsum was in a great state of excitement. He was thinking of
+      the portrait all the time, and at intervals he would leave his work and suddenly
+      appear at home to take a furtive look at his treasure.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:80%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/091-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/091-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "ALWAYS WITH THE SAME SOLEMN EXPRESSION."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Now, in Japan, as in other countries, mysterious actions and irregular
+      proceedings of all kinds have to be explained to a wife. Lili-Tsee did not
+      understand why her husband kept appearing at all hours of the day. Certainly he
+      kissed her every time he came in like this. At first she was satisfied with his
+      explanation when he told her that he only ran in for a minute to see her pretty
+      face. She thought it was really quite natural on his part, but when day after day
+      he appeared, and always with the same solemn expression on his face, she began to
+      wonder in her heart of hearts whether he was telling her the whole truth. And so
+      Lili-Tsee fell to watching her husband's movements, and she noticed that he never
+      went away until he had been alone in the little room at the back of the house.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/092-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/092-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "WHAT WAS IT SHE SAW?"</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Now the Japanese women are as persevering as any others when there is a mystery
+      to be discovered, and so Lili-Tsee set herself to discover this mystery. She hunted
+      day after day to see if she could find some trace of anything in that little room
+      which was at all unusual, but she found nothing. One day, however, she happened to
+      come in suddenly and saw her husband replacing the long blue vase in which she kept
+      her rose leaves in order to dry them. He made some excuse about its not looking
+      very steady, and appeared to be just setting it right, and Lili-Tsee pretended
+      there was nothing out of the common in his putting the vase straight. The moment he
+      had gone out of the house, though, she was up on a stool like lightning, and in a
+      moment she had fished the looking-glass out of the vase. She took it carefully in
+      her hand, wondering whatever it could be, but when she looked in it the terrible
+      truth was clear. What was it she saw?</p>
+      <p>Why, the portrait of a woman, and she had believed that Kiki-Tsum was so good,
+      and so fond, and so true.</p>
+      <p>Her grief was at first too deep for any words. She just sat down on the floor
+      with the terrible portrait in her lap, and rocked herself backwards and forwards.
+      This, then, was why her husband came home so many times in the day. It was to look
+      at the portrait of the woman she had just seen.</p>
+      <p>Suddenly a fit of anger seized her, and she gazed at the glass again. The same
+      face looked at her, but she wondered how her husband could admire such a face, so
+      wicked did the dark eyes look: there was an expression in them that she certainly
+      had not seen the first time she had looked at it, and it terrified her so much that
+      she made up her mind not to look at it again.</p>
+      <p>She had no heart, however, for anything, and did not even make any attempt to
+      prepare a meal for her husband. She just went on sitting there on the floor,
+      nursing the portrait, and at the same time her wrath. When later on Kiki-Tsum
+      arrived, he was surprised to find nothing ready for their evening meal, and no
+      wife. He walked through to the other rooms, and was not long left in ignorance of
+      the cause of the unusual state of things.</p>
+      <p>"So this is the love you professed for me! This is the way in which you treat
+      me, before we have even been married a year!"</p>
+      <p>"What do you mean, Lili-Tsee?" asked her husband, in consternation, thinking
+      that his poor wife had taken leave of her senses.</p>
+      <p>"What do I mean? What do you mean? I should think. The idea of your keeping
+      portraits in my rose-leaf vase. Here, take it and treasure it, for I do not want
+      it, the wicked, wicked woman!" and here poor Lili-Tsee burst out crying.</p>
+      <p>"I cannot understand," said her bewildered husband.</p>
+      <p>"Oh, you can't?" she said, laughing hysterically. "I can, though, well enough.
+      You like that hideous, villainous-looking woman better than your own true wife. I
+      would say nothing if she were at any rate beautiful; but she has a vile face, a
+      hideous face, and looks wicked and murderous, and everything that is bad!"</p>
+      <p>"Lili-Tsee, what do you mean?" asked her husband, getting exasperated in his
+      turn. "That portrait is the living image of my poor dead father. I found it in the
+      street the other day, and put it in your vase for safety."</p>
+      <p>Lili-Tsee's eyes flashed with indignation at this apparently barefaced lie.</p>
+      <p>"Hear him!" she almost screamed. "He wants to tell me now that I do not know a
+      woman's face from a man's."</p>
+      <p>Kiki-Tsum was wild with indignation, and a quarrel began in good earnest. The
+      street-door was a little way open, and the loud, angry words attracted the notice
+      of a <i>bonze</i> (one of the Japanese priests) who happened to be passing.</p>
+      <p>"My children," he said, putting his head in at the door, "why this unseemly
+      anger, why this dispute?"</p>
+      <p>"Father," said Kiki-Tsum, "my wife is mad."</p>
+      <p>"All women are so, my son, more or less," interrupted the holy <i>bonze</i>.
+      "You were wrong to expect perfection, and must abide by your bargain now. It is no
+      use getting angry, all wives are trials."</p>
+      <p>"But what she says is a lie."</p>
+      <p>"It is not, father," exclaimed Lili-Tsee. "My husband has the portrait of a
+      woman, and I found it hidden in my rose-leaf vase."</p>
+      <p>"I swear that I have no portrait but that of my poor dead father," explained the
+      aggrieved husband.</p>
+      <p>"My children, my children," said the holy <i>bonze</i>, majestically, "show me
+      the portraits."</p>
+      <p>"Here it is; there is only one, but it is one too many," said Lili-Tsee,
+      sarcastically.</p>
+      <p>The <i>bonze</i> took the glass and looked at it earnestly. He then bowed low
+      before it, and in an altered tone said: "My children, settle your quarrel and live
+      peaceably together. You are both in the wrong. This portrait is that of a saintly
+      and venerable <i>bonze</i>. I know not how you could mistake so holy a face. I must
+      take it from you and place it amongst the precious relics of our church."</p>
+      <p>So saying, the <i>bonze</i> lifted his hands to bless the husband and wife, and
+      then went slowly away, carrying with him the glass which had wrought such
+      mischief.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/093-1.png"><img width="80%"
+      src="images/093-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-12" name="ch37-12"></a>Handcuffs.</h2>
+      <h4>WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY INSPECTOR MAURICE MOSER,</h4>
+      <h4><i>Late of the Criminal Investigation Department, Great Scotland Yard.</i></h4>
+      <p>The ordinary connection of ideas between handcuffs and policemen does not need
+      very acute mental powers to grasp, but there is a further connection, a
+      philological one, which is only evident at first sight to those who have made a
+      small acquaintance with the science of words.</p>
+      <p>The word "handcuff" is a popular corruption of the Anglo-Saxon "handcop,"
+      <i>i.e.</i>, that which "cops" or "catches" the hands.</p>
+      <p>Now, one of the most common of the many slang expressions used by their special
+      enemies towards the police is "Copper"&mdash;<i>i.e.</i>, he who cops the offending
+      member. Strange as it may seem, handcuffs are by no means the invention of these
+      times, which insist on making the life of a prisoner so devoid of the picturesque
+      and romantic.</p>
+      <p>We must go back, past the dark ages, past the stirring times of Greek and Roman
+      antiquity, till we come to those blissful mythological ages when every tree and
+      every stream was the home of some kindly god.</p>
+      <p>In those olden days there dwelt in the Carpathian Sea a wily old deity, known by
+      the name of Proteus, possessing the gift of prophecy, the fruits of which he
+      selfishly denied to mankind.</p>
+      <p>Even if those who wished to consult him were so fortunate as to find him, all
+      their efforts to force him to exert his gifts of prophecy were useless, for he was
+      endowed with the power of changing himself into all things, and he eluded their
+      grasp by becoming a flame of fire or a drop of water. There was one thing, however,
+      against which all the miracles of Proteus were of no avail, and of this
+      Arist&aelig;us was aware.</p>
+      <p>So Arist&aelig;us came, as Virgil tells us, from a distant land to consult the
+      famous prophet. He found him on the sea-shore among his seals, basking in the
+      afternoon sun. Quick as thought he fitted handcuffs on him, and all struggles and
+      devices were now of no avail. Such was then the efficacy of handcuffs even on the
+      persons of the immortal gods.</p>
+      <p>Having established this remote and honourable antiquity, we are not surprised at
+      the appearance of handcuffs in the fourth century B.C., when the soldiers of a
+      conquering Greek army found among the baggage of the routed Carthaginians several
+      chariots full of handcuffs, which had been held ready in confident anticipation of
+      a great victory and a multitude of prisoners.</p>
+      <p>The nearest approach to a mention that we find after that is in the Book of
+      Psalms: "To bind their kings in chains and their nobles in fetters of iron." But in
+      the Greek, the Latin, Wickliffe's, and Anglo-Saxon Bible we invariably find a word
+      of which handcuffs is the only real translation. It is also interesting to note
+      that in the Anglo-Saxon version the kings are bound in "footcops" and the nobles in
+      "handcops."</p>
+      <p>In the early Saxon times, therefore, we find our instrument is familiar to all
+      and in general use, as it has continued to be to this day. But during the fifteenth
+      and sixteenth centuries there is no instance of the use of the word "handcop"; its
+      place is taken by "swivel manacle" and "shackbolt," the latter word being often
+      used by Elizabethan authors.</p>
+      <p>Handcuffs, like other things, have improved with time. Up to 1850 there were two
+      kinds in general use in England. One of the forms, most common in the earlier part
+      of this century, went under the name of the "Figure 8." This instrument does not
+      allow the prisoner even that small amount of liberty which is granted by its modern
+      counterpart. It was chiefly used for refractory prisoners who resorted to violence,
+      for it had the advantage of keeping the hands in a fixed position, either before or
+      on the back of the body. The pain it inflicted made it partake of the nature of a
+      punishment rather than merely a preventive against resistance or attack. It was a
+      punishment, too, which was universally dreaded by prisoners of all kinds, for there
+      is no more unbearable pain than that of having a limb immovably confined.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/095-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 1.&mdash;THE "FLEXIBLE."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The other kind of form known as the "Flexible" (No. 1) resembled in general
+      outlines the handcuffs used every day by detectives.</p>
+      <p>Contrivances, chiefly the result of American ingenuity, for the rapid and
+      effectual securing of prisoners have not been wanting, and among them the "Snap,"
+      the "Nippers" (No. 3) and the "Twister" must be mentioned.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/095-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 2.&mdash;THE "SNAP."</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/095-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 3.&mdash;"NIPPERS."</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:right;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/095-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 4.&mdash;THE "TWISTER"</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The "Snap" (No. 2) is the one which used to be the most approved of. It consists
+      of two loops, of which the smaller is slipped on the wrists of the person to be
+      arrested, the bars are then closed with a snap, and the larger loop is held by the
+      officer. The manner in which the "Twister" (No. 4) was used savours very much of
+      the brutal, and, indeed, the injuries it inflicted on those who were misguided
+      enough to struggle when in its grasp caused its abolition in Great Britain.</p>
+      <p>Its simplicity and its efficacy, together with the cruelty, have recommended it
+      for use in those wild parts of South America where the upholder of the laws
+      literally travels with his life in his hands. It consists of a chain with handles
+      at each end; the chain is put round the wrists, the handles brought together and
+      twisted round until the chain grips firmly. The torture inflicted by inhuman or
+      inconsiderate officers can easily be imagined. When we see the comparative facility
+      with which the detective slips the handcuffs on the villain in the last act of
+      Adelphi dramas, we are apt to be misled as to the difficulty which police officers
+      meet with in the execution of one of the most arduous parts of their duty.</p>
+      <p>The English hand-cuffs (No. 1) are heavy, unwieldy, awkward machines, which at
+      the best of times, and under the most favourable circumstances, are extremely
+      difficult of application. They weigh over a pound, and have to be unlocked with a
+      key in a manner not greatly differing from the operation of winding up the average
+      eight-day clock, and fastened on to the prisoner's wrists, how, the fates and good
+      luck only know. This lengthy, difficult, and particularly disagreeable operation,
+      with a prisoner struggling and fighting, is to a degree almost incredible. The
+      prisoner practically has to be overpowered or to submit before he can be finally
+      and certainly secured.</p>
+      <p>Even when handcuffed, we present to a clever and muscular ruffian one of the
+      most formidable weapons of offence he could possibly possess, as he can, and
+      frequently does, inflict the deadliest blows upon his captor. Another great
+      drawback is the fact that these handcuffs do not fit all wrists, and often the
+      officer is nonplussed by having a pair of handcuffs which are too small or too
+      large; and when the latter is the case, and the prisoner gets the "bracelets" in
+      his hands instead of on his wrists, he is then in possession of a knuckle-duster
+      from which the bravest would not care to receive a blow.</p>
+      <p>On the occasion of my arresting one of the Russian rouble note forgers, a
+      ruffian who would not hesitate to stick at anything, I had provided myself with
+      several sized pairs of handcuffs, and it was not until I had obtained the very much
+      needed assistance that I was able to find the suitable "darbies" for his wrists. We
+      managed to force him into a four-wheeler to take him to the police-station, when he
+      again renewed his efforts and savagely attacked me, lifting his ironed wrists and
+      bringing them down heavily on my head, completely crushing my bowler hat.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/096-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/096-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 5&mdash;"AMERICAN HANDCUFF" (OPEN).</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/096-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/096-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 6&mdash;"AMERICAN HANDCUFF" (CLOSED).</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>As the English handcuffs have only been formed for criminals who submitted
+      quietly to necessity, it was considered expedient to find an instrument applicable
+      to all cases. The perfected article comes from America (Nos. 5 and 6), and, being
+      lighter, less clumsy, and more easily concealed, finds general favour among the
+      officers at Scotland Yard. In fact, such are its advantages that we must presume
+      that it differs considerably from the Anglo-Saxon "Hand-cop" and the somewhat
+      primitive article used upon the unwilling prophet of the Carpathian Sea. This and
+      the older kind, to which some of the more conservative of our detectives still
+      adhere, are the only handcuffs used in England.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:left;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/096-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/096-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         No. 7&mdash;"LA LIGOTE."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The ingenious detective of France, where crime and all its appurtenances have
+      reached such a state of perfection, is not without his means of securing his man
+      (No. 7). It is called "La Ligote" or "Le Cabriolet." There are two kinds: one is
+      composed of several steel piano strings, and the other of whip-cords twined
+      together, and they are used much in the same way as the "Twister."</p>
+      <p>Any attempt to escape is quickly ended by the pain to which the officer who
+      holds the instrument can inflict by a mere turn of his hand. One wrist only is
+      under control, but as the slightest sign of a struggle is met by an infliction of
+      torture, the French system is more effective than the English.</p>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/097-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 8.&mdash;"MEXICAN HANDCUFF."</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-2.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/097-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         No. 9.&mdash;"LA POUCETTE."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>The Mexican handcuff (Nos. 8 and 9) is a cumbersome and awkward article, quite
+      worthy of the retrograde country of its origin.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-3.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/097-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 10.&mdash;"LA CORDE."</p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-4.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/097-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 11.&mdash;"MENOTTE DOUBLE."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 10 shows an effective method of handcuffing in emergencies. The officer
+      takes a piece of whipcord and makes a double running knot: he ties one noose round
+      the wrist of the prisoner, whose hand is then placed in his trousers pocket, the
+      cord is lashed round the body like a belt, and brought back and slipped through the
+      noose again. The prisoner when thus secured suffers no inconvenience as long as he
+      leaves his hand in his pocket, but any attempt to remove it would cause a deal of
+      suffering.</p>
+      <p>No. 11 is another handcuff of foreign make, and is merely used when a raid is
+      about to be made, as it allows to a certain extent the use of the hands. It is
+      useful for prisoners who are being conveyed by sea.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:both;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/098-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/098-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         NO. 12.&mdash;"EASTERN HANDCUFF."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>No. 12 is mostly used in Eastern Europe.</p>
+      <p>My personal experience of handcuffs is small, because I dislike them, for in
+      addition to their clumsiness, I know that when I have laid my hands upon my man, it
+      will be difficult for him to escape.</p>
+      <p>My intimate knowledge of all kinds of criminals in all kinds of plights
+      justifies me in saying that when they see the game is up they do not attempt
+      resistance. The only trouble I have had has been with desperadoes and old
+      offenders, men who have once tasted prison-life and have a horror of returning to
+      captivity.</p>
+      <p>Expert thieves have been known to open handcuffs without a key, by means of
+      knocking the part containing the spring on a stone or hard substance. It will be
+      remembered that when the notorious criminal "Charles Peace" was being taken to
+      London by train, he contrived, although handcuffed, to make his escape through the
+      carriage window. When he was captured it was noticed that he had freed one of his
+      hands.</p>
+      <p>I was once bringing from Leith an Austrian sailor who was charged with ripping
+      open his mate, and as I considered that I had a disagreeable character to deal
+      with, I handcuffed him. Naturally, he found the confinement irksome, and on our
+      journey he repeatedly implored me to take them off promising that he would make no
+      attempt to escape. The sincerity of his manner touched me and I released him, very
+      fortunately for myself, for I was taken ill before reaching London, and, strange as
+      it may appear, was nursed most tenderly by the man who had ripped a fellow
+      mate.</p>
+      <p>In Belgium the use of handcuffs by police officers is entirely forbidden.
+      Prisoners are handcuffed only on being brought before the <i>Juge d'Instruction</i>
+      or <i>Procureur du Roi</i>, and when crossing from court to court. Women are never
+      handcuffed in England, but on the Continent it is not an uncommon occurrence.</p>
+      <p>Regarding handcuffs generally, in my opinion not one of the inventions I have
+      mentioned now in use is sufficiently easy of application. What every officer in the
+      detective force feels he wants is a light, portable instrument by means of which he
+      can unaided secure his man, however cunning and however powerful he may be. I
+      myself suggest an application which would grip the criminal tightly across the
+      back, imprisoning the arms just above the elbow joints. Such an instrument would
+      cause him no unnecessary pain, while relieving officers from that part of their
+      duty which is particularly obnoxious to them, viz., having a prolonged struggle
+      with low and savage ruffians.</p>
+      <p>I cannot refrain from relating a piquant little anecdote told to me by a French
+      colleague, who had occasion to make an arrest, and came unexpectedly on his man.
+      Unfortunately he was unprovided with handcuffs and was somewhat at a disadvantage,
+      but being a quick-witted fellow, he bethought himself of an effectual expedient.
+      Taking out his knife he severed the prisoner's buttons which were attached to his
+      braces, thus giving the man occupation for his hands and preventing a rapid flight.
+      I am indebted to M. Goron, Chief of the Detective Department in Paris, and other
+      colleagues for some of the specimens here reproduced by me.</p>
+
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-13" name="ch37-13"></a>The Family Name.</h2>
+      <h4>From the French of HENRI MALIN</h4>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/099-1.jpg"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/099-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <h4>I.</h4>
+      <p>One afternoon, Mons. Sauvallier received from his younger son&mdash;a
+      lieutenant in garrison at Versailles&mdash;the following letter:</p>
+      <p>"Versailles, May 25, 1883.</p>
+      <p>"MY DEAR FATHER,</p>
+      <p>"A terrible catastrophe has befallen me, one which will be a blow to you also. I
+      am writing about it, because I dare not face you; I deserve never to see you
+      again!</p>
+      <p>"Led astray by a companion, I have been gambling on the Bourse, and am involved
+      in yesterday's crash, in which so many fortunes have been suddenly swamped.</p>
+      <p>"I scarcely dare to tell you how much I have lost. Yet I <i>must</i> do so, for
+      the honour of the Sauvalliers is concerned. Alas! you will be all but ruined!</p>
+      <p>"I owe the sum of four hundred and sixty-eight thousand francs. Oh! what a
+      miserable wretch I am!</p>
+      <p>"When I found that the smash was inevitable I went mad, and entered my room with
+      the intention of putting an end to my wretched existence. But more sober thoughts
+      prevailed: I changed my mind. I had heard that officers were being recruited for
+      Tonquin, and I determined to volunteer for this service. My suicide would not have
+      bettered matters; it would rather have left an added blot upon our family name. Out
+      there, at all events, my death may be of use; it will cause you no shame, and may
+      perhaps move you to a little compassion for your guilty, but most unhappy and
+      despairing son, who suffers agonies at thought of the trouble he has brought upon
+      you, and who now bids you an eternal farewell!</p>
+      <p>"CAMILLE SAUVALLIER."</p>
+      <p>Mons. Sauvallier, who had been a widower for several years past, was one of the
+      most respected business-men of Paris, the owner of a foundry, a judge of the
+      Tribunal of Commerce, and an officer of the Legion of Honour. He had two sons:
+      Camille, the lieutenant: and August, an artist of some originality, who was the
+      husband of a charming wife, and the father of a little six-year-old maiden named
+      Andr&eacute;e. Mons. Sauvallier had always deterred his sons from embarking in
+      trade. He had shrunk from exposing them to the ups and downs of business life, its
+      trying fluctuations, its frequent cruel mischances. He had arranged that at his
+      death his estate should be realized: he did not wish the business to be sold
+      outright, in case it should pass into the hands of strangers who might sully the
+      hitherto unblemished name of Sauvallier.</p>
+      <p>And now, in spite of all his precautions, a disaster greater than any he had
+      dreamed of had overwhelmed him.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/100-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/100-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "HE ROSE WITH DIFFICULTY."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Leaning back wearily in his arm-chair, with haggard eyes he re-read his son's
+      letter, in order to assure himself that he was not dreaming. Yes! It was too true!
+      Camille had ruined, perhaps dishonoured, him! It seemed as though the objects that
+      surrounded him&mdash;the very walls and furniture&mdash;were no longer the same! As
+      one staggering beneath a too heavy burden, he rose with difficulty, his limbs
+      stiff, yet his whole frame agitated; then he sank back into his chair, with two big
+      tears flowing down his cheeks.</p>
+      <p>By hook or by crook he <i>must</i> procure the sum, and the debt should be paid
+      to-morrow. It would be a difficult task. The wealth of the manufacturer consists of
+      material and merchandise. Would so hurried a realization yield the necessary
+      amount? He could not tell. Again, when this debt was paid, would he be able to
+      fulfil his engagements? Bankruptcy stared him in the face. A Sauvallier bankrupt?
+      An officer of the Legion of Honour, a judge of the Tribunal of Commerce, insolvent?
+      Never! He would die first!</p>
+      <p>But before it came to that, he would try every expedient: he would strain every
+      nerve.</p>
+      <p>So all night long the poor man planned and calculated, and in the morning, with
+      heavy heart, proceeded to put his plans into effect.</p>
+      <p>He visited his numerous friends and told them of his trouble, which elicited
+      much sympathy. In order to help, some made large purchases of him, paying ready
+      money, others advanced or lent him money. All day until the evening he was running
+      about Paris collecting cheques, bank-notes, and orders.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/101-1.png"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/101-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "HE NOW BROUGHT THE SUM THUS GAINED."</p>
+      <p>In the evening, as he sat down to ascertain the result of the day's efforts.
+      Auguste came in with his wife and Andr&eacute;e. To help his father, the artist had
+      parted with some of his pictures at a sacrifice, and he now brought the sum thus
+      gained.</p>
+      <p>Andr&eacute;e, unconscious of the trouble of her elders, began to play with her
+      "J&eacute;anne," a doll nearly as big as herself, which her grandfather had given
+      her some time previously, and which she loved, she said, "as her own daughter."</p>
+      <p>But the child soon observed the sadness of her parents and her dear grandfather,
+      and she looked with earnest, inquiring gaze from one to the other, trying to
+      discover what was amiss. She saw her father lay down his pocket-book, she watched
+      her mother place upon the table her bracelets, necklaces, ear-rings, and rings,
+      while Mons. Sauvallier thanked them with tears in his eyes. With a very thoughtful,
+      serious expression on her little face, the child turned towards her doll, embraced
+      it with the emotional fervour of a last adieu, then carried it to her grandfather,
+      saying, in sweet, resigned tones: "Take it, grandpapa! You can sell her, too."</p>
+      <p>Mons. Sauvallier wept upon the neck of his little granddaughter, murmuring, "You
+      also, my angel? Oh, that miserable boy!"</p>
+      <h4>II.</h4>
+      <p>Thus Camille's debt was paid, and the honour of the Sauvalliers was saved. But
+      the father's fortune had gone!</p>
+      <p>He was able, however, to retain his business. He said to himself that he must
+      work still, in spite of his threescore years; that he must labour incessantly, with
+      the anxious ardour of those beginning life with nothing to rely upon save their own
+      exertions.</p>
+      <p>He reduced his expenses, gave up his own house and went to live with his son,
+      sold his carriage and horses, discharged his servants, and stinted himself in every
+      possible way. Auguste became his designer, Auguste's wife his clerk. Each accepted
+      his or her share of the burden bravely and uncomplainingly, as an important duty
+      which must at any cost be accomplished.</p>
+      <p>The conduct of this old man, so jealous for his name, so upright, so courageous
+      in misfortune, excited profound sympathy. All who knew him pitied him; orders
+      flowed in, and soon a quite exceptional activity pervaded the establishment from
+      basement to roof, inspiring Mons. Sauvallier with a little hope. But one persistent
+      fear disturbed his sleep, and troubled his waking hours. It was that some day he
+      might hear that Camille had been gambling again, and was once more in debt. He had
+      forbidden all mention of his erring son, but the thought of him was ever present,
+      and lay like an incubus upon his heart.</p>
+      <p>One year passed, then another. The foundry still flourished; work positively
+      raged therein. It had no rest; it also, as though endowed with a conscience, did
+      its duty nobly. Its furnaces glowed like ardent eyes; its mighty puffing and
+      snorting shook the ground: the molten metal, red and fuming, flowed from its
+      crucibles like blood from its body. At an early hour of the morning was heard its
+      piercing summons to the work-people, and all the night long its glare illuminated
+      the sky.</p>
+      <h4>III.</h4>
+      <p>The campaign of Tonquin was in full swing. In the midst of an unknown country,
+      harassed by innumerable difficulties, the French soldiers were contending painfully
+      with an irrepressible, ever-rallying foe. The smallest success served to excite the
+      popular patriotism, and all awaited impatiently the tidings of a decisive
+      victory.</p>
+      <p>One morning, Auguste, looking very pale, entered his father's office, and handed
+      him a newspaper. There, amongst "Latest intelligence," Mons. Sauvallier read the
+      following:&mdash;</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/102-1.jpg"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/102-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "LEADING THEM ON TO THE ASSAULT."</p>
+      <p>"From the camp entrenched at Dong-Song. February 12th, 1885.&mdash;To-day,
+      Captain Sauvallier attacked the enemy with extreme vigour, fought all the day
+      against considerable forces, and captured successively three redoubts. In attacking
+      the last of the three, his soldiers, overpowered by numbers, were about to retreat;
+      but, although seriously wounded in the head and thigh, the gallant officer, borne
+      by two men, succeeded in rallying his company and leading them on to the assault.
+      His conduct was admirable, but his condition is hopeless. I have attached the cross
+      to his breast. This brilliant feat of arms will enable me to enter Lang-Son
+      tomorrow.&mdash;GENERAL BRIERE DE L'ISLE."</p>
+      <p>Upon reading these words, Mons. Sauvallier felt a strange emotion, in which
+      anguish mingled with joy. For a moment he was silent; then he said to his son, "You
+      think that it is he? He is, then, a captain?"</p>
+      <p>He read the despatch again, then murmured softly: "The cross! Condition
+      hopeless!" And a tear rolled down his cheek.</p>
+      <p>Two hours later the family received a formal intimation of Camille's deed and
+      state from the Minister of War, and on the following day all the journals were
+      praising Captain Sauvallier, son of the respected founder, of Grenelle. And now
+      they gave details. Camille, it appeared, had been nominated captain a few months
+      back. Throughout the campaign he had distinguished himself by his imperturbable
+      coolness under fire, and reckless scorn of the death which he seemed to seek.</p>
+      <p>His act of heroic energy stirred the enthusiasm of Press and populace, and the
+      name of Sauvallier was on every lip. Camille's portrait appeared in the
+      shop-windows; the illustrated journals depicted him before the redoubt, carried
+      upon the shoulders of two men, his sword pointed towards the enemy, encouraging his
+      soldiers by his voice, gesture, and look, his forehead bound with a handkerchief,
+      and his face bleeding.</p>
+      <p>Mons. Sauvallier could not go out of doors without seeing his son's presentment.
+      From the news-stalls of the boulevards, the corners of the streets, the publishers'
+      shop-fronts, a ubiquitous Camille watched him pass, and seemed to follow him with
+      his eyes. Almost at each step the father received congratulations, while
+      complimentary letters and cards covered his table to overflowing. But, alas! the
+      telegrams which he received daily from Tonquin left him little hope that he should
+      ever again behold in the flesh this dear son, of whom now he was so proud.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/103-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/103-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "HERE HE IS!"</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>One morning, three months later, Mons. Sauvallier was at work in his office,
+      when the door opened softly, and disclosed Andr&eacute;e's curly head. The little
+      one seemed in high spirits, her eyes sparkled with glee. "See, grandfather, here he
+      is!" she said, and led into the room Captain Sauvallier.</p>
+      <p>Auguste and his wife followed the pair. Mons. Sauvallier, taken completely by
+      surprise, rose quickly from his chair, then stood motionless, overcome by his
+      emotion. He saw before him Camille, with the scar upon his forehead, and the cross
+      upon his breast&mdash;Camille, the hero of the hour, who had shed such lustre upon
+      the family name!</p>
+      <p>Timid and embarrassed, like a child who has been guilty of a fault, Camille
+      stood with bowed head, and when he saw how much his father had aged, he knew that
+      it was his conduct which had wrought the sad change, and his contrition was
+      deepened tenfold.</p>
+      <p>But as he was about to throw himself at his father's feet, Mons. Sauvallier,
+      with a sudden movement, clasped him to his breast, exclaiming, in a voice full of
+      tears, "No, Camille! in my arms! in my arms!"</p>
+      <p>Father and son, locked together in closest embrace, mingled their sobs, while
+      Auguste and his wife, looking on, wept in sympathy.</p>
+      <p>The silence was broken by Andr&eacute;e. The child had vanished for a moment,
+      but speedily reappeared, fondling her precious doll, which, it is needless to say,
+      had not been sold. Holding it out to the captain, she said in her liveliest manner:
+      "Here is Jeanne, uncle! You remember her? Give her a kiss directly! Don't you think
+      that she has grown?"</p>
+
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-14" name="ch37-14"></a>The Queer Side of Things&mdash;Among the
+      Freaks.</h2>
+      <h3>MAJOR MICROBE.</h3>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/104-1.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/104-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>"I've been in the show business now going on for forty-three years," said the
+      Doorkeeper, "and I haven't yet found a Dwarf with human feelings. I can't
+      understand why it is, but there ain't the least manner of doubt that a Dwarf is the
+      meanest object in creation. Take General Bacillus, the Dwarf I have with me now. He
+      is well made, for a Dwarf, and when he does his poses plastic, such as 'Ajax
+      Defying the Lightning,' or 'Samson Carrying off Delilah by the Hair,' and all the
+      rest of those Scripture tablows, he is as pretty as a picture, provided, of course,
+      you don't get too near him. He is healthy, and has a good appetite, and he draws a
+      good salary, and has no one except himself to look after. And yet that Dwarf ain't
+      happy! On the contrary, he is the most discontented, cantankerous, malicious little
+      wretch that was ever admitted into a Moral Family Show. And he ain't much worse
+      than an ordinary Dwarf. Now, the other Freaks, as a rule, are contented so long as
+      they draw well and don't fall in love.</p>
+      <p>"The Living Skeleton knows that he can't expect to live long&mdash;most of them
+      die at about thirty-five&mdash;but, for all that, he is happy and contented. 'A
+      short life and a merry one is what I goes in for,' he often says to me, and he
+      seems to think that his life is a merry one, though I can't myself see where the
+      merriment comes in. So with all the rest of my people. They all seem to enjoy
+      themselves except the Dwarf. My own belief is that the organ of happiness has got
+      to be pretty big to get its work in, and that there ain't room in a Dwarfs head for
+      it to work.</p>
+      <p>"I had a Dwarf with me once&mdash;Major Microbe is what we called him on the
+      bills, where he was advertised as the 'Smallest Man in the World,' which, of
+      course, he wasn't; but, then, every Dwarf is always advertised that way. It's a
+      custom of the profession, and we don't consider it to be lying, any more than a
+      President considers the tough statements lying that he makes in his annual message.
+      A showman and a politician must be allowed a little liberty of statement, or they
+      couldn't carry on their business. Well, as I was saying, thishyer Major Microbe was
+      in my show a matter of ten years ago, when we were in Cincinnati, and he was about
+      as vicious as they make them. The Giant, who was a good seven-footer, working up to
+      seven and a half feet, as an engineer might say, with the help of his boots and
+      helmet, was the exact opposite of the Dwarf in disposition. He was altogether too
+      good-tempered, for he was always trying to play practical jokes on the other
+      Freaks. He did this without any notion of annoying them, but it was injudicious; he
+      being, like all other Giants, weak and brittle.</p>
+      <p>"What do I mean by brittle? Why, I mean brittle and nothing else. It's a good
+      United States word, I reckon. Thishyer Giant's bones weren't made of the proper
+      materials, and they were always liable to break. He had to take the greatest care
+      of himself, and to avoid arguing on politics or religion or anything like that, for
+      a kick on the shins would be sure to break one of his legs, which would lay him on
+      the shelf for a couple of months. As for his arms, he was for ever breaking one or
+      two of them, but that didn't so much matter, for he could go on the stage with his
+      arm in splints and a sling, and the public always supposed that he was representing
+      a heroic soldier who had just returned from the battle-field.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/105-1.png"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/105-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "HE FOUND THE DWARF ASLEEP ON A BENCH."</p>
+      <p>"One day the Giant put up a job on the Dwarf that afterwards got them both into
+      serious trouble. The Giant was loafing around the place after dinner, and he found
+      the Dwarf asleep on a bench. What does he do but cover him up with a rug and then
+      go off in search of the Fat Woman, who was a sure enough Fat Woman, and weighed in
+      private life four hundred and nineteen pounds. The Giant was popular with the sex,
+      and the Fat Woman was glad to accept his invitation to come with him and listen to
+      a scheme that he pretended to have for increasing the attractions of Fat Women. He
+      led her up to where the Dwarf was asleep on the bench and invited her to sit down,
+      saying that he had arranged a cushion for her to make her comfortable. Of course
+      she sat down, and sat down pretty solid, too, directly on the Dwarf. The Dwarf
+      yelled as if he had room for the voice of two full-grown men, and the Fat Woman, as
+      soon as she felt something squirming under her, thought that one of the boa
+      constrictors had got loose, and that she had sat down on it. So naturally she
+      fainted away. I came running in with one of my men as soon as I heard the outcries,
+      and after a while we managed to pry up the Fat Woman with a couple of cart-rungs
+      and get the Dwarf out from under her, after which she came to in due time and got
+      over her fright. But the Dwarf was a good deal flattened out by the pressure, and I
+      was afraid at first that his ribs had been stove in. It turned out in the end that
+      he was not seriously injured; but he was in the worst rage against the Giant that
+      you can imagine, and would have killed him then and there if he had been able to do
+      it.</p>
+      <p>"I knew well enough that in course of time the Dwarf would get square with the
+      Giant, no matter how long it might take and how much it might cost. He was as
+      revengeful as a Red Indian. I warned the Giant that he must keep a sharp look-out,
+      or the Dwarf would do him a mischief; but he said 'he calculated he was big enough
+      to take care of himself, and that he wasn't afraid of no two-foot Dwarf that ever
+      breathed.' Of course, this sounded brave, but my own belief is that the Giant was
+      pretty badly frightened. I noticed that he never allowed himself to be alone with
+      the Dwarf, and was always careful to mind where he stepped, so as not to get
+      tripped up by strings stretched across the path, or anything of that sort. The
+      Dwarf pretended that he had forgotten the whole business, and was as friendly with
+      the Giant as he had ever been; but I knew him well enough to know that he never
+      forgot anything, and was only waiting for a chance.</p>
+      <div style="float:left; width:60%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/106-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/106-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+         "HIS HELMET HAD FALLEN INTO A TUB OF WATER."</p>
+      </div>
+      <p>"Pretty soon little accidents began to happen to the Giant. One day he would
+      find that his helmet, which was made of pasteboard, had fallen into a tub of water,
+      and gone to everlasting jelly. This would oblige him to show himself bare-headed,
+      which took off several inches from his professional height. Another day his boots
+      would be in the tub, and he wouldn't be able to get them on. I've seen him go on
+      the stage in a general's uniform with carpet slippers and no hat, which everyone
+      knew must be contrary to the regulations of the Arabian army, in which he was
+      supposed to hold his commission.</p>
+      <p>"One night his bedstead broke down under him, and he came very near breaking a
+      leg or so. In the morning he found out that someone had sawed a leg of the bedstead
+      nearly all the way through, and, of course, he knew that the Dwarf had done it. But
+      you couldn't prove anything against the Dwarf. He would always swear that he never
+      had any hand in the accidents, and there was never any evidence against him that
+      anybody could get hold of. I didn't mind what games he played on the Giant as long
+      as the Giant wasn't made to break anything that would lay him on the shelf, and I
+      told the Dwarf that I was the last man to interfere with any man's innocent
+      amusements, but that in case the Giant happened to break a leg, I should go out of
+      the Giant and Dwarf business at once. But that didn't scare him a particle. He knew
+      that he was worth his salary in any Dime Museum in America, and more than that, he
+      had money enough laid up in the bank to live on, assuming, of course, that he could
+      draw it out before the cashier should bolt to Canada with it. So he was as
+      independent as you please, and told me that if I chose to hold him responsible for
+      other people's legs he couldn't help it, and had nothing to say about it.</p>
+      <p>"At that time I had a Female Samson. She wasn't the Combined Female
+      Contortionist and Strongest Woman in the World that is in my show at present, but
+      she was in about the same line of business. These Strong Women are all genuine, you
+      understand. You can embellish them a little on the handbills, and you can announce
+      that the cannon that the Strong Woman fires from her shoulder weighs a hundred or
+      two pounds more than it actually weighs; but unless a Strong Woman is really strong
+      and no mistake, she might as well try to pass herself off as a Living Skeleton or a
+      Two-Headed Girl at once. The fact is, the great majority of Freaks are genuine, and
+      the business is a thoroughly honest one at bottom. Why, if you told the exact truth
+      in the handbills about every Freak in my show, barring the Tattooed Girl and the
+      Wild Man, they would still constitute a good drawing attraction in any intelligent
+      community.</p>
+      <p>"This Female Samson was a good sort of woman in her way, though she was a little
+      rough and a bit what you might call masculine in her ways. She didn't like the
+      Dwarf, and he didn't like her.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/107-1.png"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/107-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "SHE PULLED HIM OVER TO HER BY HIS COLLAR."</p>
+      <p>"The Freaks were all at supper one night when the Dwarf said something insulting
+      to the Female Samson. He sat right opposite to her, and she just reached across the
+      table and pulled him over to her by his collar. Then she stretched him across her
+      lap and laid into him with her slipper till he howled as if he was a small boy who
+      had gone in swimming on Sunday and his mother had just found it out. It wasn't so
+      much the slipper that hurt him, though the Female Samson put all her muscle into
+      the operation, but it was the disgrace of the thing; and when you remember that the
+      Dwarf was forty-two years old, you can understand that he felt that the woman had
+      taken a liberty with him. However, the next day he seemed to have forgotten all
+      about it, and when the Giant reminded him of the circumstance, which he did every
+      little while, the Dwarf would grin and say that we must let the women do what they
+      liked, for they were a superior sort of being.</p>
+      <p>"One of the Female Samson's best feats was done in company with the Dwarf and
+      the Giant. She had a horizontal bar fixed on the stage, about ten feet above the
+      floor. On this bar she used to swing head downwards, just hooking her knees around
+      it, as all the trapeze artists do. It looks sort of uncomfortable, but it is
+      nothing when you are used to it. I had a trapeze chap once who would often go to
+      sleep that way in hot weather. He said that all the blood in his body went into his
+      head, and that made him feel sleepy, while it cooled off his body and legs. There's
+      no accounting for tastes, but as for me, give me a good bed where I can stretch
+      out, and I'll never ask to sleep on a trapeze bar.</p>
+      <p>"As I was saying, the Female Samson would swing on this bar, and then she would
+      take the Dwarf's belt in her teeth and hold him in that way for five minutes. There
+      was a swivel in the belt, so that the Dwarf would spin round while she was holding
+      him, which he didn't like much, but which pleased the public. After she had swung
+      the Dwarf she would do the same act with the Giant. She had to be very careful not
+      to drop the Giant, for he was terribly afraid of breaking a leg, being, as I have
+      said, particularly brittle; but she always said that he was as safe in her teeth as
+      he would be if he was lying in his bed.</p>
+      <p>"It must have been about a fortnight after the Dwarf was sat on by the Fat
+      Woman, and a week or more after he had been corrected in public by the Female
+      Samson, that we had an unusually large evening audience, and everybody was in
+      excellent spirits. The Female Samson had swung the Dwarf in her teeth, and after
+      she had let go of him he had climbed up on a chair just behind her, and stood with
+      his arms stretched out over her and the Giant as if he was saying 'Bless you, my
+      children,' which was a regular part of the act, and never failed to bring him a
+      round of applause, and induce people to say, 'What a jolly little chap that Dwarf
+      is!' When the Female Samson had got a good grip of the Giant's belt, and had raised
+      him about five feet from the floor, the Dwarf leaned a little bit forward and ran a
+      pin into the Female Samson's ankle, or thereabouts. Nobody saw him do it, but it
+      was easy to prove it on him afterwards, for he dropped the pin on the floor when he
+      had finally got through with it, and everybody recognised it as one of his
+      scarf-pins.</p>
+      <p>"The woman would naturally have shrieked when she felt the pin, but she had her
+      mouth full of the Giant, and she couldn't do more than mumble a little in a
+      half-smothered sort of way. The Dwarf paid no attention to that, but gave her
+      another eye-opener with the pin. It went in about an inch, judging from what the
+      Female Samson said when she described her sufferings, and it must have hurt her
+      pretty bad; but she was full of pluck and bound to carry out her performance to the
+      end. She stood three or four more prods, and then, not being able to stand it any
+      longer without expressing her feelings in some way, she unhooked one leg and
+      fetched the Dwarf a kick on the side of the head that reminded him that it was
+      about time for him to get into his own room and lock the door, and convinced him
+      that there ain't a bit of exaggeration in the tough stories that they tell about
+      the kicking powers of an army mule. The kick sent the Dwarf clean across the
+      platform, and the people, not understanding the situation, began to cry 'Shame.'
+      Whether this flurried the Female Samson or not, or whether she lost her balance
+      entirely on account of having unhooked one leg, I don't know. What I do know is
+      that she slipped off the bar, and she and the Giant struck the floor with a crash
+      that would have broken planks, if it had not been that the platform was built
+      expressly to stand the strain of the Fat Woman.</p>
+      <p>"It wouldn't have been so bad if she had just dropped the Giant, and hung on to
+      the bar herself. In that case he would probably have broken his left leg and arm
+      and collar bone, just as he did break them, but his ribs would have been all right.
+      As it was, the Female Samson's head came down just in the centre of him, and stove
+      in about three-fourths of his ribs. She wasn't hurt at all, for, being a woman, and
+      falling on her head, there was nothing for her to break, and the Giant was so soft
+      that falling on him didn't even give her a headache. When some volunteers from the
+      audience had picked up the Giant and put him on a stretcher and carried him to the
+      hospital, where the doctors did their best to mend him, the Female Samson had a
+      chance to explain, and the finding of a long scarf-pin on the platform, just under
+      the bar, was evidence that she had told the truth, and corroborated the red stain
+      on her stocking.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/108-1.png"><img width="90%"
+      src="images/108-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+       "IT TOOK FOUR MEN AND A POLICEMAN TO HOLD HER."</p>
+      <p>"It took four men and a policeman to hold her, and get her locked up in her
+      room, she was that set on tearing the Dwarf into small pieces, and she'd have done
+      it too, if she could have got at him. He had sense enough to see the situation, and
+      to discharge himself without waiting for me to discharge him. He ran away in the
+      course of the night, and I never saw him again. I don't think he ever went into
+      another Dime Museum, and I have heard that he got a situation as inspector of gas
+      meters, which is very probable, considering what a malicious little rascal he was.
+      Well, we have to deal with all sorts of people in our business, and I suppose it's
+      the same with you, though you haven't mentioned what your business is. But you take
+      my advice and steer clear of Dwarfs. There ain't a man living that can do anything
+      with them except with a club, and no man likes to take a club to anything as small
+      as a Dwarf."</p>
+      <p>W. L. ALDEN.</p>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/109-1.png"><img width="50%"
+      src="images/109-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-15" name="ch37-15"></a>Lamps of all Kinds and Times.</h2>
+      <div style="float:left; width:50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/110-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/110-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <div style="float:right; width:50%;">
+        <p class="figure"><a href="images/111-1.png"><img width="100%"
+        src="images/111-1.png" alt="" /></a><br />
+        </p>
+      </div>
+
+      <h2><a id="ch37-16" name="ch37-16"></a>Two Styles: A Tale with a Moral.</h2>
+      <p class="figure"><a href="images/112-1.jpg"><img width="100%"
+      src="images/112-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>Uffizzi Robbinson was blessed with a very full rich, tenor voice but a very
+      empty purse and he stood in need of a HOLIDAY.</p>
+      <p>So he cut his hair &amp; otherwise disguised himself &amp; went off to Brighton,
+      and having hired a piano &amp; boy took up his station on the front and started in
+      to make his fortune.</p>
+      <p>He sang song after song, all of them highly classical, in his most approved
+      style, but his audience being limited and critical, his prospects looked
+      gloomy.</p>
+      <p>A gentle hint from his boy set him thinking!! He DISAPPEARED!!! A shadow on the
+      blind gave the only indication of what he was doing!!</p>
+      <p>Until one evening he reappeared on the front in all the glories of collar &amp;
+      banjo, sang vulgar comic songs in a vulgar comic manner to a vast and appreciative
+      audience and lived in clover for the rest of the season.</p>
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 04:33:46 -0700
committer	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 04:33:46 -0700
commit	53398c74cc52cfc4ccce2168df00ec86ad895090 (patch)
tree	943c7dfb64f88ea655723b3a6c10374eef834f29 /old/10020-h