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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Strand Magazine, Volume V, Issue 29,
+May 1893, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+Title: The Strand Magazine, Volume V, Issue 29, May 1893
+ An Illustrated Monthly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: George Newnes
+
+Release Date: November 10, 2009 [EBook #30443]
+
+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STRAND MAGAZINE, MAY 1893 ***
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+Produced by Victorian/Edwardian Pictorial Magazines,
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+THE
+
+STRAND MAGAZINE
+
+_An Illustrated Monthly_
+
+Vol. 5, Issue. 29.
+
+May 1893
+
+[Illustration: "EXCUSE OUR INTRUSION, MADAM."
+
+(_In the Shadow of the Sierras._)]
+
+
+
+
+IN THE SHADOW OF THE SIERRAS
+
+BY IZA DUFFUS HARDY.
+
+
+Barbara Thorne sat leaning her head on her hand, looking at a photograph
+that lay on the table beneath her eyes. She had not intended to look for
+_that_ when she pulled out a dusty drawer full of old letters, papers,
+and account-books to arrange and set in order. But when in the course of
+her rummaging and tidying she found that picture in her hand, she paused
+in her task. The neglected drawer stood open, with its dusty packets and
+rolls of faded papers. Barbara had forgotten it and all else around her.
+
+She sat there lost in memory, her eyes fixed upon the "counterfeit
+presentment" of the face that once had been all the world to her. She
+did not often think of Oliver Desmond now; to think of him meant only
+pain--pain of outraged pride and wounded love. She had outgrown the time
+when she could not tear her thoughts from him, when his face was in her
+"mind's eye" by night and day, and yet she shrank with a shuddering
+revolt of anguish from those pictures of the past which she could not
+banish. For the memory that was the locked-up skeleton of her life--that
+rattled its dead bones to-day as Oliver Desmond's pictured eyes smiled
+into hers--was a cruel memory indeed, of grief and wrong and bitter
+humiliation, of broken troth and shattered faith, insulted love, and
+crushed and martyred pride. The blow that had rankled like iron in her
+heart for years was base and cowardly as a stab in the back from the
+hand that should have shielded and cherished her.
+
+How strange it seemed to her to-day to think she had outlived it
+all--the love, the anguish, the bitterness, which once had seemed
+undying! There was nothing to disturb her reverie; she was alone, had
+been alone all day, and yet not lonely, albeit this solitary Californian
+ranch, in a secluded valley amongst the foot-hills of the Sierras, was a
+lonesome-looking place enough. But Barbara had been too busy all day to
+sit down and realize the loneliness. She lived on the Saucel Ranch with
+her married brother and his wife, she and her sister-in-law doing all
+the housework between them--servants or "helps" being unattainable
+luxuries in those parts. Mr. and Mrs. Thorne had gone out for all the
+day and all the night; a nervous woman might well have shrunk from being
+thus left alone and unprotected in such a place; but if Barbara had ever
+been troubled with the nineteenth century malady of "nerves," she had
+lived it down since she had taken up her abode on the Saucel Ranch. Her
+hands were always full. Even now, her day's task done, she had set
+herself to "improve the shining hour" by "tidying-up" the bureau drawer,
+in which she had come across the photograph of Oliver Desmond.
+
+It was rarely indeed that Barbara Thorne indulged in reverie by day; the
+night was her time for silence and thought; but now she was so lost in
+the train of memories aroused by the sight of his portrait--memories
+which had lost their sharpest sting, and only hurt her now with a dull
+ache--she had even forgotten that an hour ago she had been looking out
+for somebody--somebody who would never allow the long, lonely day to
+pass without coming to see her!
+
+Through the open window a flood of sunlight poured in and turned
+Barbara's fair hair to gold. Far off, above and beyond the sombre masses
+of the evergreen pine forests, a jagged range of mountain peaks, like
+tossing billows frozen at their height, shone in snowy silhouette
+against a sky of deep and vivid, cloudless blue.
+
+The scene was fair, but Barbara's eyes were not lifted to dwell on its
+beauty; they were brooding on the face of the man she had loved,
+and--had she ever hated him? Did she hate him now? She did not hear a
+sound or a step, till a shadow fell across the sunlight, and a man stood
+on the threshold of the long French window, which was open down to the
+ground.
+
+Barbara turned with a start, and made a hasty, involuntary movement to
+push the photograph aside as she sprang up--a movement that, slight,
+swift, and momentary as it was, yet did not pass unnoticed by the
+visitor's eye. What, indeed, was ever known to escape the eagle eye of
+Rick Jeffreys--better known in the neighbourhood of Eden City (which was
+the flattering appellation bestowed by its builders on the nearest
+settlement) as "Colonel Jeff"?
+
+He was a tall man, of massive and powerful build, with somewhat harsh
+features, black hair and beard just touched with grey, and a sallow
+complexion sunburnt as brown as a berry. According to the prevalent
+fashion in those latitudes, he wore truculent-looking boots up to his
+knees, and a big sombrero hat slouched over his brow. There was a stern,
+hard expression about his face, except when he smiled or looked at
+Barbara Thorne. He did not look stern now, as she came quickly to meet
+him, and welcomed him with a smile that was perhaps less bright, a blush
+that was certainly deeper than usual. He spoke no word of greeting at
+first, only looked at her as if her face were a magnet that drew and
+held his eyes, then put his arm gently round her waist and bent his dark
+head to her fair one, and kissed her with infinite tenderness.
+
+Barbara yielded to his caress with the soft yielding of a woman who
+loves. She did not belong to the class of those who, deceived by one,
+distrust all thenceforth--who hate all men for one false one's sake. And
+the time had come which she had never thought to see, when she--even
+she, Barbara Thorne, the deserted, slighted, jilted, held up to the
+insult of the world's pity--yet trusted, _loved_ again. For this man's
+devotion had been balm to her bruised spirit--a healing balsam poured
+into the still smarting wounds of her once crushed and outraged pride.
+
+"All alone, my little lady?" he said, softly.
+
+"Yes; Tom and Hatty went off this morning."
+
+"Been lonesome?"
+
+"Oh, no; I've had plenty to keep me brisk and busy."
+
+Colonel Jeff cast a glance at the table, at the photograph which lay
+there face upwards. "And who have you there?" he inquired, but not
+suspiciously. Barbara conquered a foolish impulse to put out her hand to
+intercept his as he went to pick up the portrait.
+
+He glanced at it, first easily, then keenly, and his dark brows lowered
+ominously. Colonel Jeff did not look like a person to offend--if one had
+the choice.
+
+"You are thinking of that blackguard still?" he said; and in his tone
+anger and pain struggled equally matched.
+
+"I found that photograph by chance while I was looking over a drawer
+full of old papers," she replied, answering the spirit rather than, the
+letter of his words.
+
+"And you were looking at it as if--as if--it was all the world to you!"
+he retorted.
+
+"My looks belied me, then. It is a memory only--and a painful one," she
+said, with the slightest shade of a tremor in her sweet voice.
+
+"Only a memory?" fixing the stern questioning of his piercing eyes upon
+her.
+
+"If it were more, should I be what I am to you?" she replied, meeting
+his look frankly.
+
+"What are you to me?" he demanded. The words might have sounded brutal
+had the tone been different, but though they were harshly spoken, they
+bore no suggestion of denial or rebuff, no faintest hint of insulting
+disclaimer. "You know," he continued, "we both know, that you're the one
+woman in the world to me--but what more? What beyond that? Are you the
+woman who _cares_ for me?"
+
+[Illustration: "HE GLANCED AT IT."]
+
+"For you more than for all the world beside."
+
+"More than for----?" He cast a frowning glance at the photograph.
+
+"Immeasurably more," she answered steadily, and the unconquerable truth
+in her forced her to add the word, "to-day!"
+
+"To-day?" he echoed, with mingled anger and reluctant admiration.
+"Barbara, you are too honest to deny----" He paused with a quick
+indrawing of the breath and setting of the teeth.
+
+"To deny the past?" her soft voice interposed as he paused. "Yes! I
+could never deny it! You know, Rick, you always knew, that I could not
+give you my yesterdays!"
+
+"Barbara, I am jealous of those yesterdays," he said, after a silence.
+
+"Why begrudge the yesterdays," she pleaded, "when all the to-morrows are
+yours?"
+
+His dark eyes kindled with a deep and tender glow.
+
+"All? All? None to share with me, or rob me? All mine?" He framed her
+delicate fair face between his big brown hands, and held it thus gently
+upturned to his as he gazed intently into it. "Barbara," he added, "do
+you know it would be a bad thing for any man who came between me and
+you?"
+
+"No one could," she assured him earnestly.
+
+Colonel Jeff clasped her in his strong arms.
+
+"Is that so, indeed, my darling? my Barbara! my own one love," he
+whispered, pressing her to his heart.
+
+"You must not be jealous of the past, dear Rick," she murmured.
+
+"Forgive me my blundering roughness," he entreated her. "I ought not to
+have spoken so to you. Forgive me if I have hurt you, Barbara!"
+
+"It did hurt me a little," she admitted. "Let us leave the dead bones to
+rest in their grave."
+
+"I will never dig them up again," he promised her. "But put that away,"
+he added, pushing the portrait aside. "It's very like him, and I hate to
+see it near you!"
+
+Colonel Jeff had known Oliver Desmond, at least by sight and passing
+acquaintance, and he knew--as who did not?--Barbara Thorne's story; who
+had not heard the story of the bride deserted at the very altar, waiting
+in her bridal dress amongst the assembled party of her own and his
+friends--waiting for the bridegroom who never came?
+
+Sometimes even now, when the memory of that horrible day came over
+Barbara, she shivered and turned sick and cold at heart. Only since she
+had known Rick Jeffreys loved her she had thought of it less; the scar
+of the old wound had ceased to throb.
+
+At first she had thought Oliver Desmond was dead; felt sure that nothing
+but death could have kept him from her at that hour! But afterwards she
+and all the world--their world--learnt that he had left her for another;
+the one palliation of the cruel wrong and insult he had inflicted on his
+innocent and trusting betrothed being that it was no new love, but the
+resurrection of an old, supposed-to-be-dead passion that had lured him
+from her. Then they heard now and again rumours of Oliver Desmond's
+career. It seemed to be a downward one. They heard of his drinking and
+gambling, sinking from bad to worse; of losses, of utter ruin. Now for
+years they had heard nothing of him at all; he had sunk out of
+knowledge, gone down under the storm of not unmerited misfortune; and
+his world knew him no more.
+
+Their little differences made up, Rick Jeffreys spent a happy hour with
+Barbara, stayed until the golden haze of sunset was stealing soft and
+slow over the shadows of the sombre pine forest and the azure radiance
+of the sky; then he had an appointment to meet an old comrade in Eden
+City, and he tore himself reluctantly away from the Saucel Ranch--ready
+at the last moment to throw over his engagement and stay, if Barbara had
+urged him.
+
+The shades of evening had closed when Barbara, having watched her
+stalwart lover out of sight, went into the kitchen, on domestic cares
+intent. It was very dark there, and she set the outer-door, which led
+into the court-yard, wide open to let in such light as there was, while
+she put a fresh log on the low wood fire, and prepared to light the lamp
+and make herself some tea. She was thus engaged when she heard a step
+outside the open door--not the quick, confident step of a friendly
+visitor, but a hurried yet hesitating tread--a tread that suggested
+skulking and hanging about.
+
+It was a late hour for tramps, and Barbara, brave woman though she was,
+looked round a little anxiously, to see who the stranger might be. She
+had but just caught a glimpse of an evidently tired and travel-worn
+wayfarer--a haggard, dishevelled figure--when he spoke, raising his hat
+as he did so, with the courteous gesture of a gentleman. "Excuse me,
+madam, but can you give me a cup of water and a piece of bread, and
+shelter for an hour?"
+
+As he spoke, Barbara glanced up with a start. That voice, it struck upon
+her ear like an echo from the past. And even in the deepening twilight
+there seemed to be something familiar in the outlines of face and form.
+
+"Who--who are you?" she faltered.
+
+It was his turn to start as he heard her voice, and gazed with sudden
+searching into her pale face in the gloaming. Then she knew him--knew,
+and yet could hardly believe her eyes, her ears, her instincts--could
+not realize that in this rough, disordered, unkempt figure, with the
+torn clothes and the dark stains on his ragged sleeve, she saw the
+handsome, graceful, debonair lover of her girlhood, the recreant
+bridegroom who had left her on the very threshold of the altar!
+
+"Oliver!" she said, in a low and trembling tone.
+
+And as the last faint glimmer of the dying day rested on her face he
+knew her too.
+
+"Barbara!" he ejaculated, as if with a gasp, fairly staggered by the
+recognition. "Is it--can it be--Barbara?"
+
+"Am I so changed?" she rejoined, with a touch of bitterness in her tone.
+
+"I--I didn't know--in this light," he stammered. "If--if I had
+known----" He seemed for the moment more agitated than she. She stood
+stunned, silent, gazing at him as if in a dream. "I won't intrude on
+you, Barbara," he said, in a low, unsteady voice. "I didn't know you
+lived here. It isn't to _you_ that I should have come."
+
+"Oliver!" she exclaimed suddenly, waking up as he made a movement to
+turn away. "Stay! Did you ask for food and shelter?"
+
+"I ask nothing from you," he replied, painfully.
+
+"Come in," she said, firmly, no longer faltering or tremulous, but with
+an almost imperious gesture motioning him to enter. "You are tired?" as
+she noticed his stiff and dragging step. "Sit down while I get a light."
+She struck a match and lit the lamp. In its yellowish glare she saw that
+the stains upon his sleeve were red. "What is the matter? You have had
+some accident," she said, with a scrutinizing but not ungentle glance.
+
+"Only a scratch," he answered, in a mechanical way, as if thinking of
+something else. "But my coat was nearly torn off my back scrambling
+through the chaparral yonder." He had not taken the chair she pointed
+out to him, but stood--leaning with the heaviness of fatigue against the
+shelf that served as a table--looking at her in the lamp-light. She saw
+how pale and haggard and half-famished-looking he was, and turned
+promptly to set out the supper.
+
+"Wait, Barbara," he said, abruptly, and evidently with an effort. "Don't
+be doing anything for me till you know what you're doing. Those d----
+hounds of the Vigilance Committee are after me; they're on my track now.
+They'll string me up to the nearest tree if they catch me; it's my life
+that's in your hands at this minute. I know too well I don't deserve of
+you that you should save it. And on the whole, Barbara," he added, with
+a touch of the light and half-mocking coolness she remembered of old,
+yet with more of bitterness now, "I don't know that it's worth saving."
+
+[Illustration: "HAGGARD AND HALF FAMISHED."]
+
+Barbara turned even paler than she had been as she listened to his
+words. "What is it you have done?" she asked.
+
+"Oh, I've not killed anyone. Better for me if I had! One may shoot a
+man, but to take a horse is a hanging matter here."
+
+"Tell me about it, Oliver," she said, preserving her self-possession,
+for she was no fragile flower to wilt and droop before the first breath
+of danger--no, nor the last.
+
+"It's soon told," he answered. "I had bad luck--I was cleaned out, not a
+red cent in my pockets--and so I hired out to a farmer away in Pine
+Valley. We had words one day, and he refused to pay me my wages--so I
+took a horse out of his stables and rode off."
+
+"It was madness, Oliver," she said; for she knew as well as he did that
+for the horse-stealer, in those parts and at that time, there was scant
+mercy and short shrift: it was danger to be accused, death to be
+detected.
+
+"The horse was worth no more than my fair wages," he rejoined. "I was
+warned that they were after me, but I thought I'd got a good start of
+them. They were too sharp for me, though--they cut across by Devil's
+Ford, and were after me in full chase. They sent a hail of bullets after
+me; I sent all I had back--I winged one of them--I fancy he was the
+leader, and while they picked him up I got ahead; but, unluckily, before
+I was out of shot-range my horse was shot under me. I got clear of the
+saddle and bolted into the scrub. I gave them the slip for the time.
+I've been crawling like a dog through the chaparral--but you know as
+well as I do, those fellows are like blood-hounds on the scent. I was
+pretty nearly dead-beat when I caught sight of this place. I little
+thought it was _you_ that I should find here."
+
+"What is to be done?" she said, not helplessly wondering, but actively
+thinking. "First of all, you must eat and drink. Then--we must see what
+is the safest thing for you."
+
+She set bread and meat and milk on the table; and Desmond fell to the
+simple meal as if half famished.
+
+"My brother's horse is in the stable," said Barbara, thoughtfully. "He's
+fast, is old Sultan, and might take you safe--if we only knew from which
+quarter they'd be coming; and I'd take the risk with Tom."
+
+"You must risk nothing for me," he rejoined. "I see, Barbara, you are
+what you always were--the salt of the earth! I deserve of you that you
+should shut your door on me now--that when they come this way after me
+you should send them on my trail. But--you won't do it?"
+
+"No," she replied, slowly. "I will not do it."
+
+He leant forward, resting his arm on the table, and looked at her. The
+oil-lamp that stood between them shed a circle of light in which he saw
+her face, unshrinking, steadfast, wrought up to high resolve.
+
+"You were always too good for me, Barbara," he said. "Are you such an
+angel as to have forgiven me?"
+
+"What has that to do with it?" she rejoined, coldly. "Enough that if I
+can help you now, I will."
+
+She was looking at him as intently as he at her. She saw how changed was
+the face of the idol of her girlhood--poor shattered idol with the feet
+of clay--base metal she had taken for pure gold! It was not only that he
+was older--he had aged more than she--but a subtler change had passed
+over him; he was hardened, embittered, coarsened, undefinably
+deteriorated. She saw the colour mount in his haggard cheek at her calm
+words.
+
+"Coals of fire," he said, with a touch of bitter mockery that disguised
+pain. "Well, if it's a comfort to you to know it, Barbara, _they burn_."
+
+"Which way are they most likely to come?" she asked, putting personal
+questions determinedly aside.
+
+"They'd probably skirt the wood; but yet there's no knowing but what
+they might make their way down the gulch and round by the creek yonder."
+
+"Whichever way you go," she said, in deep consideration, "you might run
+right into the jaws of danger. And if they found you with another horse,
+and that horse discovered not to be yours, it might be worse for you--if
+they refused to believe it had been freely lent to you."
+
+"They'd not be likely to waste much time on inquiries," he observed,
+drily. "It's not their way to make allowance for priest or prayer.
+Perhaps I had better lie low for a time until the heat of the chase is
+over. Who is here with you, Barbara?"
+
+"No one to-day. My brother and his wife are out until to-morrow."
+
+"You are alone?" he said, with a softening of tender respect in his
+tone. "Forgive my intrusion. You must not risk the least trouble for me.
+I'll feel like a king after this rest and refreshment here, and be ready
+to go on my way."
+
+They were still discussing the best course to be adopted when a faint
+sound in the distance struck on their ears--a sound so faint and far
+that, had it not been for the wonderful clearness and stillness of the
+dry, crisp, dewless air, it could not have reached them.
+
+"Hark! What is that?" said Desmond, holding his breath.
+
+"We can see the road better from the upstairs windows--come!" she
+exclaimed, springing to her feet. She hastily closed the outer door into
+the court-yard, which still stood open, and ran upstairs, followed by
+Desmond. From the highest window of the house--a sort of landing or
+look-out at the top of the stairs--they had a view of the windings of
+the white road between wood and hillside.
+
+The night had fallen like a dark mantle over the land; but the sky was
+clear; the moon had risen; and in the dusk they could just distinguish
+the pale, dim line of the road between the shadows of the trees--could
+even discern upon it, though some distance off as yet, what looked at
+first like a dark, blurred, swift moving spot, then resolved itself into
+a group of mounted men riding straight for the Saucel Ranch.
+
+"There they are," said Oliver Desmond in a low voice; but he was
+suddenly and strangely calm now the danger was at his door. "They're
+coming here. There's a handy tree I see over yonder, just outside your
+gates," he added, with the frequent tendency of men who are used to
+carry their lives in their hands to "jest upon the axe which kills
+them." Barbara clasped and wrung her hands.
+
+"Too late to fly!" she said. "Before we could get Sultan out of the
+stable and saddle him they'll be here! There's no time for escape. You
+must _hide_!"
+
+"If they've got dogs, I'm a dead man," he rejoined, staring at the fast
+nearing horsemen; "and I shall be dangling from that tree before an hour
+has passed!"
+
+Barbara flew to the nearest door and opened it, then the next, and the
+next, glancing in wild and eager haste into each room to see in which
+any hiding-place might be found--although she knew too well the simple
+arrangements of the ranch offered no facilities for concealment. No
+secret chambers, no sliding panels, no dark recesses nor trap-doors in
+this plain wooden "frame" house. The outhouses? No, they would probably
+be the first places searched; the natural idea of the pursuers would be
+that he might have sought refuge there unknown to the inmates of the
+house. There were no cellars, no possible safe hiding-places on the
+lower floor; on the upper floor there were but three rooms--Mr. and Mrs.
+Thorne's room, Barbara's room, and the "guest-room." All were plainly
+furnished with bare necessaries: no "old oak chests," no tapestries nor
+hanging draperies, no curtained recesses, no place to hide a good-sized
+dog, much less a full-grown man. Barbara's was the only one of the
+bedrooms that could boast of a cupboard--a long, narrow cupboard which
+she used as a wardrobe, and kept her dresses there hung on pegs. This
+was the only place.
+
+There was not a moment to lose in talk. Barbara had hardly time to go
+downstairs, look round the kitchen, and assure herself that there were
+no traces of Desmond's presence to be detected there, when the trampling
+of horses sounded close at hand. She heard some of the party ride to the
+front, some to the back, and she knew they were surrounding the house,
+before there was a sharp, imperative knock on the front door. Barbara
+opened it. She stood there--a candle she had just lighted in her hand--a
+graceful, composed figure, with a placid, inquiring look.
+
+The men who were gathered on the threshold looked somewhat taken aback
+by the appearance of a lady then and there.
+
+"Excuse our intrusion, madam," said the foremost; "but we have called to
+inquire if there is anyone in this house but the members of your own
+family?"
+
+"No one," she replied; and the feeble flicker of the candle showed the
+look of innocent, yet naturally somewhat anxious and surprised, inquiry
+on her serene, fair face.
+
+"Has any stranger been here?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Miss Thorne," said another of the group--in whom she recognised a
+prominent citizen of Eden, with whom she had, however, but a very slight
+acquaintance, and who now came forward, doffing his hat with a
+deferential bow--"perhaps we had better speak to your brother."
+
+"My brother is out. I represent the family at present, and can answer
+any question you may wish to ask. I presume, gentlemen, you come on
+business?"
+
+"On business, lady, with which we would not trouble you, if it were not
+that we must ascertain whether the person of whom we are in search is
+here. We have ordered a search of the outhouses, where a tramp might
+take shelter. Meanwhile, with your permission, we will look over the
+house. A man might enter by one of the upper windows without your
+suspecting it."
+
+"Indeed, I trust not," said Barbara.
+
+"We have reason to believe that the man we want came this way, and he
+would be likely to try to gain entrance and get refuge here."
+
+"I hope he will not. But you are most welcome to look round."
+
+Barbara, gracious and self-possessed, accompanied them, in hostess-wise,
+from room to room on the ground floor. The kitchen looked cheerful with
+the lighted lamp and stove, the kettle singing merrily on the fire; one
+cup, saucer, and plate were set out upon the table, with a cake.
+Evidently Miss Thorne had been busy preparing her modest tea when their
+arrival interrupted her. The whole party were crossing the hall to the
+parlour when they heard the clatter of galloping horses' hoofs, and two
+horsemen dashed into the court-yard, hastily dismounted, and entered the
+house. And one of these was no other than Colonel Jeff! He and his
+companion were evidently expected by the "Vigilance" party, who received
+them quietly, as a matter of course, and indeed an awaited addition to
+their ranks, one of the men from Eden City observing as he nodded a
+greeting, "Guessed you wouldn't keep us waiting long."
+
+The Colonel looked at Barbara; she paled a little as she met his gaze,
+albeit there was no shadow of suspicion in it, only a tender and
+respectful solicitude lest she should be alarmed or agitated by this
+invasion. But she compelled herself to return his look calmly and
+gently, and he was reassured by her tranquillity.
+
+"Any traces?" he demanded, turning to the one who was apparently the
+leader of the committee.
+
+[Illustration: "'ALLOW ME,' SAID COLONEL JEFF."]
+
+"Not yet. We're going through the house."
+
+"Upstairs?" added Colonel Jeff, inquiringly, briefly glancing at
+Barbara, and indicating the staircase at the end of the long hall.
+
+"Are merely three sleeping-rooms," she replied--"my brother's, my own,
+and our guest-room."
+
+"I perceive that anyone might gain access to your upper rooms by the
+roof of the lean-to or by the balcony," observed the leader. "By your
+leave, madam, we will go up and look round. It will be to your advantage
+also to be assured that there is no one lurking about."
+
+Barbara's heart sank, but she saw it would be fatal to offer any
+objection. "Certainly," she said, and led the way towards the staircase.
+The gentleman from Eden City, to whom all the Thornes were known,
+although not intimately, here put in a suggestion that perhaps it would
+be more agreeable to the lady's feelings if they were to depute one, or
+say two gentlemen, to accompany her upstairs. The suggestion was
+accepted; two searchers were by unanimous vote regarded as sufficient;
+and Colonel Jeff and his friend were deputed to go up with Miss Thorne
+and examine the bedrooms.
+
+Barbara was cold and sick with terror, but she kept her self-possession,
+and tried to cling to one frail straw of hope--that they might by some
+providential chance overlook the door of the cupboard (which was papered
+like the walls of the room) and pass it by. She trembled lest Oliver,
+hearing the tramp of his enemies' steps approaching, should attempt to
+make his escape by the windows, in which case he would fall straight
+into the hands of the detachment who were surrounding the house and
+searching the grounds. Yet--if they should detect and open the cupboard,
+and she should see him caught like a rat in a trap, dragged out to his
+death! There was no time for thought; the moment was imminent; in
+another minute the die of Oliver Desmond's fate would be cast for life
+or death. Yet a moment to breathe was hers. She turned to Mr. Thorne's
+room first.
+
+"Allow me," said Colonel Jeff, taking the candle from her hand as she
+threw open the door and drew back. He stepped in past her and held up
+the light. His eagle eye swept the room--searched every corner; he saw
+there was no hiding-place there. His comrade stood back respectfully on
+the threshold, apparently considerate of the lady's feelings, deeming it
+sufficient for one to enter the room, and regarding Colonel Jeff as
+competent to conduct the search alone.
+
+They came next to the spare-room, and again the Colonel was the one to
+enter and look carefully round. Was it not partly in his liege lady's
+own interests, and for _her_ sake, he was assuring himself that no
+dangerous intruder lurked in her home and she might sleep in peace?
+
+Then was the turn of Barbara's own room--the sacred temple that
+enshrined his treasure!
+
+This time he had kept the candle in his hand. Barbara had made no offer
+to take it back; she feared the trembling of her hand might betray her.
+Wrought up to a pitch of suspense at which every nerve quivered like a
+tense chord, she yet by a desperate effort controlled her features and
+steadied her step, but she felt she could not keep her fingers from
+trembling. Colonel Jeff's comrade remained as before, standing in the
+open doorway, while the Colonel, accompanied by Barbara, stepped into
+the room.
+
+As he strode forward she kept near him; it seemed that she could not let
+him move an arm's length from her. It took all her self-command to
+refrain from flinging herself between him and the cupboard door. Wild
+thoughts of appealing to his mercy shot like lightning through her
+brain. If only his comrade on the threshold had not been there watching!
+With that man looking on, the frail, frail hope would be lost if she
+betrayed any sign of fear or agitation.
+
+Colonel Jeff stood casting his keen glance, around. Barbara stood like a
+statue, all her life in her strained eyes, as she followed his glance.
+
+Colonel Jeff's eye fell on the cupboard door. He moved towards it. As he
+did so, he chanced to turn his look on Barbara's face and met her eyes.
+A swift and sudden change passed for a moment over his own rough-hewn
+features; his dark eyes blazed upon her with an instant's startled,
+piercing scrutiny; he set his hand on the cupboard door. And still
+Barbara stood paralyzed, rooted to the ground as if the unveiled horror
+of the Gorgon's stare had struck her to stone.
+
+Her lips moved, but no sound came from them. In the whirl of thought
+that dazed her she remembered that she did not know, she had never
+asked, if Desmond was armed! A desperate man turns at bay, and sells his
+life dearly. What if Oliver had a knife or pistol clutched _now_, this
+moment, in his hand? What if he shot or stabbed Rick Jeffreys before
+the Colonel could draw his own weapon? There would be a moment's
+horror--and Rick, her own true, loyal lover, stricken down at her feet,
+and Oliver, whom she once had loved--was it a century ago?--dragged out
+and murdered before her eyes!
+
+She felt the springs of life stop at her heart as Rick Jeffreys opened
+the cupboard door. He raised the flickering candle. For one terrible
+moment, in which Barbara tasted the bitterness of death, he stood
+looking in.
+
+Then he deliberately drew back, closed the door, turned and crossed the
+room to his waiting comrade on the threshold. He did not cast even an
+instant's glance at Barbara as he passed her.
+
+[Illustration: "RICK JEFFREYS OPENED THE CUPBOARD DOOR."]
+
+"Is there any loft?" he demanded, in his usual deep, harsh tone, looking
+around the passage as if to complete the search.
+
+Barbara heard a voice, that seemed to her not her own, issue from her
+parted lips, saying, "No, there is no loft."
+
+They saw there was not, and proceeded downstairs. She followed them with
+trembling limbs. She was almost fainting, but followed because she dared
+not stay behind. The ominous silence in which Rick Jeffreys had passed
+her seemed fraught with something worse than even the horror she had
+dreaded.
+
+The Vigilance Committee did not waste their time, but being assured that
+the fugitive they sought was not lurking in or about the ranch, they
+promptly went on their way--the leader, before they departed, however,
+pausing to express his regret for any inconvenience they might have
+occasioned the lady by their unexpected inroad.
+
+Colonel Jeff was the last to speak.
+
+"I will make my apologies later," he said, as he took his leave. Barbara
+caught the sinister gleam of his eye as he spoke, and she knew that
+"later" time would be soon.
+
+Barely an hour had passed since the tramp of the horses of the departing
+Vigilantes had died away into the silence of the windless night, when
+another knock summoned Barbara to the front door.
+
+"I knew you would come back," she said, as the big, powerful form of
+Colonel Jeff towered upon the threshold, tall and dark against the
+background of the darkness.
+
+"You knew me well enough for that?" he rejoined, grimly.
+
+She closed the door, and turned towards the parlour.
+
+"In here," she said, quietly.
+
+He looked at her with a kind of fierce astonishment. Into his dark eyes,
+that seemed to burn black with smouldering fury, there leapt a flash of
+reluctant admiration, that shook and thrilled him with a passion more of
+bitter wrath than of love. Instead of being crushed with shame and
+humiliation, drooping in fear and beseeching, this woman faced him like
+a queen.
+
+"It is not with _you_ that I have come to speak," he said, his deep
+voice a trifle huskier than usual. "I have saved you from open shame and
+public scandal. That's enough between you and me. I've nothing more to
+do with you, but I've an account to settle with your lover. I deal with
+him first, and alone. Where is he?"
+
+"Wait," she said, as he made a movement to turn to the door. "He is no
+lover of mine."
+
+"You will tell me, I suppose," he retorted, "that he was hidden
+_there_"--he ground his teeth upon the word as if he would crush
+it--"without your knowledge and consent?"
+
+"I shall not tell you that."
+
+"No, you dare not. I saw your face. I read it in your eyes before I
+opened that door. You dare not tell me you did not know of his
+presence?"
+
+"No, I dare tell you the truth--that I did!" she replied, meeting the
+fiery glance of his sombre eyes fearlessly. In the midst of his
+concentrated rage--and Colonel Jeff in wrath was well known to be
+dangerous--he could not help admiring this frail, fair, delicate
+woman's dauntless courage. "I had no chance of speaking to you alone,"
+she continued, "or I would have told you--explained to you----"
+
+"I want no explanation," he said, harshly, bitterly; "I know enough."
+
+[Illustration: "'STAY!' SHE EXCLAIMED."]
+
+"Stay!" she exclaimed, lifting her fair head with a royal gesture. "That
+man, the man whom I helped to a hiding-place to save his life--for you
+know they would have killed him, they came here for his death----"
+
+"And if they did," he interposed, "what is his life or death to you?"
+
+"That man," she continued, waving his interruption aside, "did me a
+cruel wrong--you know it well. He killed my love for him. Love once dead
+rises no more. I have no grain of love left for the man who insulted,
+wronged, deserted me. But I tell you now that _he_ wronged me less than
+_you_ do if you say to me that you 'know enough!' You do _not_ know
+enough. You must know all. Rick, you have said you loved me. You have
+made me love you. You shall hear me now!" She spoke not pleadingly, but
+with passionate resolution.
+
+"What have you to say?" he rejoined, sternly still, but less bitterly.
+
+"That if you love me you must trust me! If you love me you must respect
+me! The woman who could turn a helpless, hunted fugitive--even a
+stranger--from her doors would be unworthy of love or respect."
+
+"This man was no stranger!"
+
+"He came to me as one, not dreaming that I lived here. Would you ask me,
+_because_ he was not a stranger, to revenge myself for a wrong of years
+ago by refusing to him the help I would have given to any stranger? You
+could not think that I would stoop to so base a revenge as to hand him
+over to death when I would have given up no other man who stood in his
+place? I would not turn a _dog_ away that came to me for help and
+shelter. He came here, not knowing whose house this was--came to ask for
+food and help because he was exhausted, famishing. It was as much a
+surprise to him to find me here as it was to me to see who the man was
+who asked me for shelter. And I promised it to him, and I kept my word.
+He told me what he had done, and that the Vigilance Committee were on
+his track. I've lived here long enough to know what that means! I would
+not see the man who appealed to me to save him lawlessly murdered. He
+has done wrong; he deserves punishment; but he does _not_ deserve the
+fate they would have dealt to him."
+
+"They'd have strung him up on that big tree outside your gate," said
+Colonel Jeff, grim still, but relenting, "and serve him right!"
+
+"I did not think he deserved death," rejoined Barbara, firmly; "I
+risked--more than my life"--her voice quivered for the first time--"to
+save him."
+
+"You did," he said; "you risked having your good name dragged in the
+gutter, for the sake of that worthless scamp."
+
+"I risked more than that," she returned in a lower tone.
+
+"More than that?" He shot a keen, questioning glance at her from under
+his dark, heavy brows.
+
+"Yes--I risked--and have I lost?--_your faith_?"
+
+He paused a moment before he answered: "Barbara, when a man loves as I
+do, he loves to the end of life--and after!"
+
+A light kindled in her steadfast, questioning eyes.
+
+"Then I have not lost your love, Rick?"
+
+"I love you always."
+
+"But--your faith?" she urged. "One is worthless to me without the
+other."
+
+"Do you say that my love is worthless, Barbara?"
+
+"If it is given without your trust, it is the setting without the
+jewel. _Trust_ me, Rick--or, _leave me_!"
+
+"I trust you, my love," he replied, catching her hands and holding them
+fast and close in his strong clasp. "Who could look in those eyes of
+yours and doubt that you're true and pure as truth itself? But, my
+darling, you've been foolish--with a woman's noble folly! Rash and
+reckless--with an angel's courage! You have ventured too much--in such a
+cause. These matters are not for women. Our Vigilante justice may be
+rough and ready, but it fits the time and place. Anyhow, we keep the
+neighbourhood so that the worst class of characters give it a wide
+berth. You should not have crossed its path, my Barbara. It was not safe
+for you; and for all that you have hazarded, he is not safe; they'll get
+him yet."
+
+"No, they will not; you will not betray him?"
+
+"No. To betray him would be betraying you! Not for his sake, but for
+yours, I'll hold my tongue. But what will he do? He cannot stay here."
+
+"He need not. He can have my brother's horse, my brother's overcoat and
+hat. He can take the trail up the gully under cover of the night, or
+with the first streak of dawn."
+
+"But your brother? Tom Thorne's a pretty hard citizen; what will he
+say?"
+
+"I don't know. And, Rick, I don't care! I've taken this on myself, and
+I'll see it through. I know Tom may be hard--and Hatty, too. The worst
+they can do is to turn me out of the house. And if they do----"
+
+"You'll come to _mine_! Be mistress of all I have--queen of my home--my
+_wife_!"
+
+ * * * * *
+
+As the first pale pearly streak of dawn was stealing over the
+snow-capped peaks of the Sierras, Oliver Desmond bowed his head--as he
+had never bent it to mortal man--before the woman who had risked so much
+for his safety, and raised her hand to his lips, as if it were the hand
+of a shrined saint. And Colonel Jeff stood by, grim and silent. For good
+or ill, Rick Jeffreys was thorough. He had promised, and he would keep
+his word.
+
+[Illustration: "HE RAISED HER HAND TO HIS LIPS."]
+
+"You are the best and bravest of women," Desmond said. "Forget that I
+have ever crossed your path. I shall cross it no more. But I shall never
+forget."
+
+Barbara is Colonel Jeff's happy and idolized wife to-day; and between
+her and her husband there is no forbidden subject--not even that of
+Oliver Desmond. For the faith between them is perfect; Rick knows that
+whoever may have ruled her yesterdays--he and he only holds Barbara's
+heart to-day, and the shadow of Oliver Desmond has passed from off her
+life for ever. It was long after that eventful night that they heard how
+his ill-starred career had come to an untimely close; but his last words
+to Barbara were true; he crossed _her_ path no more--and I for my part
+think that he never forgot.
+
+
+
+
+_The Royal Humane Society._
+
+II.
+
+
+CAPTAIN BRYAN MILMAN.
+
+The following is a narrative of an escape from peril, and the rescue of
+five lives by individual gallantry, rarely equalled, and never exceeded,
+in the records of high and noble daring. It is from the pen of Captain
+Bryan Milman (now General Milman), of the 5th Fusiliers, in a letter
+addressed to his father, Major-General Milman, late of the Coldstream
+Guards:
+
+[Illustration: GENERAL BRYAN MILMAN.
+
+_From a Photograph by Maull & Fox._]
+
+"Mahebourg, Island of Mauritius,
+
+"June 30, 1848.
+
+"The following account of an almost miraculous escape that I and five
+other officers have had from drowning will interest you all, I have no
+doubt. The names of the others are Colquitt, Bellew, Fitzgerald, Home
+(all of the 5th Fusiliers), and Palmer, a commissariat officer, in whose
+boat we were at the time of the accident. Colquitt and Fitzgerald are in
+the first battalion, and had come down here to stay with me and Bellew.
+On the 25th we made a boating party, for them to visit one of our
+detachments about fifteen miles from hence, at Grand River, south-east.
+We left this about eleven a.m., and after reaching our destination all
+safe, left it about three o'clock p.m. for home, the weather then
+looking anything but promising. When about four miles from home and from
+the shore, we were overset by a squall. It came upon us so suddenly that
+we had no time to do anything; torrents of rain fell at the same time,
+and there we were, drifting along on the side of the boat (which luckily
+did not sink) without a chance of assistance, and the night setting in.
+This happened about half-past five o'clock, and at this season it is
+dark at six. We drifted in this way for about two hours, and at last
+grounded in about seven feet of water. It was very nearly dark, and all
+that we could see were the tops of the mountains in the horizon. We
+supposed we were about two miles from shore. All of us but myself had
+stripped on being upset, as I knew, if we came to a swim, that I could
+take my clothes off in a moment. As it turned out, I think I was lucky
+in this, for they perhaps, though wet, kept me a little warmer than my
+companions. Nothing seemed to give us a chance of being saved, except
+holding on till daylight, and as it was terribly cold, this seemed next
+to impossible. At last it struck me I might be able to swim ashore to
+procure assistance, and I got permission from the others to do so. Our
+boatman, a Creole, who also said he would go, started with me to make
+the attempt. I left them with a hearty 'God bless you!' from all. After
+swimming some time, I lost sight of the boatman, and was left to myself.
+I swam back a little, shouting as loud as I could; but getting no
+answer, and feeling for my own sake that I must push on, I turned my
+head towards the mountain tops (my only guides), and struck out my best.
+I must have been swimming for more than an hour when I landed. I found
+myself a little tired, and very much benumbed, barefooted, _en chemise_,
+and not able to see ten yards before me, it was so dark. My first
+impulse was to fall on my knees and thank Providence; after which,
+curious to say, my military schooling came to my aid in the 'extension
+motions,' which brought some little feeling into my limbs, and enabled
+me to continue my work. After feeling my way for about half an hour
+along the shore, shouting all the time, I came to a cottage, where I was
+hospitably received. They told me that they had heard my cries some
+time, but fancied I was some drunken man returning home, or else they
+would have come out to my assistance. The poor black gave me some dry
+clothes, and made me a cup of tea, and then conducted me to the
+proprietor of the estate, who lived close by, and had the nearest
+pirogue (a small boat like a canoe, dug out of a solid trunk of a large
+tree) in the neighbourhood. M. Chiron, the name of the proprietor, a man
+of colour, as soon as I explained my situation and my want of a boat to
+go and assist the others, immediately offered to go himself, and his son
+also insisted on going with him. I jumped at the offer, of course, and
+we immediately walked down to where his pirogue was moored, and started,
+myself at the bottom to serve as guide. By the blessing of Providence,
+after about an hour's search, we heard the cries from the wreck. I think
+I never felt so happy or so light-hearted in my life as I did at this
+moment; for there were so many chances against us finding it. We could
+not see many yards from our own boat. It was then about eleven o'clock,
+so that my companions had been exposed on the boat for upwards of five
+hours. Luckily, with great care, we got them safely into the pirogue,
+without capsizing her; and by twelve o'clock we were safely housed under
+M. Chiron's hospitable roof, who fed, clothed, and lodged us for the
+night. In the morning, the unfortunate Creole boatman was found dead,
+from cold and cramp, about half a mile from the place he was supposed to
+have landed at. The kindness, hospitality, and truly courageous
+assistance afforded us by M. Chiron, at the risk of his own life and
+that of his son, are deserving of all praise. It was a service of danger
+to go out even at all in a pirogue on such a rough night: much more to
+go and seek for five drowning men three miles at sea. He wished his son
+not to go; but the latter would not allow his father to go without him.
+Constantly during our long search, when the son was getting tired of
+pulling the boat, the father would cry out and encourage him, saying
+'Courage, mon fils.'
+
+ (Signed) "BRYAN MILMAN,
+
+ "Capt. 5th Fusiliers."
+
+
+GENERAL SIR CHARLES CRAUFURD FRASER, K.C.B., V.C.
+
+[Illustration: GENERAL FRASER.
+
+_From a Photo. by Chancellor, Dublin._]
+
+"The Army List makes no allusion to the gallant way in which Major
+Charles Craufurd Fraser, of the 7th Hussars, won the Victoria
+Cross--that coveted and hardly-won decoration which, to the honour of
+England, graces not a few of the breasts of humble privates as well as
+generals. The London _Gazette_, however, tells us that the Victoria
+Cross was awarded to Charles Craufurd Fraser 'for conspicuous and cool
+gallantry on the 31st December, 1858, in having volunteered, at great
+personal risk, and under a sharp fire of musketry, to swim to the rescue
+of Captain Stisted and some men of the 7th Hussars, who were in imminent
+danger of being drowned in the River Raptee, while in pursuit of the
+rebels. Major Fraser succeeded in this gallant service, although at the
+time partially disabled, not having recovered from a severe wound
+received while leading a squadron in a charge against some fanatics in
+the action of Nawabgunge on the 13th of June, 1858.'"
+
+
+LORD CHARLES BERESFORD, R.N.
+
+"Lord Charles Beresford, R.N., on September 18th, 1883, at Liverpool,
+saved Mr. Richardson, who accidentally fell into the Mersey. Lord
+Charles jumped overboard and supported him in the water until
+assistance came. It may be mentioned that a strong tide was running at
+the time. Lord Charles is also the holder of the Bronze Clasp, for
+saving, in conjunction with John Harry, ship's corporal of H.M.S.
+_Galatea_, a marine named W. James, at Port Stanley, Falkland Islands,
+October 6th, 1868. Lord Charles jumped overboard with heavy shooting
+clothes and pockets filled with gun and cartridges. Harry assisted Lord
+Charles to support the man until a boat arrived."
+
+[Illustration: LORD CHARLES BERESFORD.
+
+_From a Photo. by the London Stereoscopic Co._]
+
+
+BRAM STOKER, M.A.
+
+[Illustration: MR. BRAM STOKER.
+
+_From a Photo. by Walery._]
+
+"On September 14th, 1882, a man jumped overboard from a steamboat, and
+after being seized hold of by Mr. Stoker he persistently kept his face
+under water. Mr. Stoker then divested himself of some of his clothing
+and jumped in after him, and sustained the man until a boat came to
+them. The man was insensible. Mr. Stoker, a surgeon, brother to Mr. Bram
+Stoker, did his utmost to try and restore the man, but unfortunately
+failed."
+
+
+WILLIAM TERRISS.
+
+[Illustration: MR. WILLIAM TERRISS.
+
+_From a Photo. by Alfred Ellis._]
+
+"On August 16th, 1885, Mr. William Terriss saved a boy off the North
+Foreland, off Deal. Three lads were bathing near the shore, and one of
+them was seized with cramp. Mr. Terriss jumped overboard from a boat,
+with all his clothes on, and saved the boy. He was presented with the
+Royal Humane Society's Medal by H. Irving, Esq., in the presence of the
+whole of the Lyceum employees."
+
+
+MISS MARY COLLIER.
+
+"On the afternoon of Wednesday, August 19th, 1891, Miss Mary Collier,
+daughter of Mr. Simon Collier, shoe manufacturer, of Northampton, was
+out bathing with her sister and some friends. The party had been amusing
+themselves with a life-buoy, and one of them called attention to the
+distance two children, aged respectively eleven and fifteen, were out.
+Miss Collier exclaimed: 'Why, they are drowning,' and at once took the
+buoy and went out to them. She succeeded in reaching them just as they
+were going down for the third time, locked in each other's arms. They
+seized hold of the buoy, and Miss Collier attempted to swim back to the
+shore; but the tide was going out, and the current too strong, and they
+were observed to be drifting farther away. At length the cries of her
+companions reached the ears of those on the beach, and the machine
+attendant on horseback dashed off to the rescue. After swimming his
+horse a considerable distance he reached the scene of danger. Miss
+Collier at once seized on a chain attached to the collar, and the
+horse's head being with difficulty set towards the shore, the whole
+party were dragged through the water, the two children holding on to the
+buoy, through which Miss Collier had thrust her spare arm. After going
+some distance, the rider called to them that his horse's feet touched
+the bottom, and soon they were dragged ashore, amid intense excitement
+among the large crowd who had assembled and witnessed the rescue. A sum
+of money was collected on the spot to reward the plucky rider for his
+conduct, and we are glad to say Miss Collier was none the worse for the
+excitement and exertion."
+
+[Illustration: MISS MARY COLLIER.
+
+_From a Photo. by Draycutt, Birmingham._]
+
+
+JAMES WILLOUGHBY JARDINE.
+
+[Illustration: JAMES WILLOUGHBY JARDINE.
+
+_From a Photo. by Paddicombe, Bideford._]
+
+"A boy, R. H. Anderson, ten years of age, was trying to swim, but the
+current took him out of his depth, when he lost presence of mind and
+began to sink. Jardine pluckily swam to the drowning boy, reached him
+and held him up as best he could, but the current carried them towards
+the opposite point, and finally a boat picked them up."
+
+
+ALBERT ERNEST DEACON, Aged 14.
+
+"Albert Ernest Deacon, of 25, Canterbury Road, a youth only fourteen
+years of age, gallantly rescued two other boys from drowning on
+Thursday, July 16th, 1891. It appears that on the day named Deacon and
+some of his companions had been bathing, and had just come ashore and
+commenced to dress, when their attention was called to two boys
+struggling in the water. The other boys on the beach, regarding him as
+the best swimmer, shouted out, 'Go for them.' He immediately divested
+himself of the only garment he had on, and, plunging into the water,
+succeeded in bringing Walter Marsh within reach of Albert Nicholls, who
+was walking out waist-deep to meet him. He then at once swam off to the
+rescue of the other boy, George Hook, who had sunk twice, and brought
+him ashore also. Both boys were greatly exhausted, more especially Hook,
+and fears were at first entertained for his recovery. However, Dr.
+Wheeler, who was sent for and promptly attended, put into exercise the
+remedies usual in such cases, which happily had the desired effect. The
+conduct of Albert Ernest Deacon in such an emergency was highly
+praiseworthy. Bronze Medal awarded to Deacon; Vellum Testimonial to
+Nicholls."
+
+[Illustration: ALBERT ERNEST DEACON.
+
+_From a Photo. by Castle, Whitstable._]
+
+[Illustration: WALTER MARSH AND GEORGE HOOK, SAVED BY A. E. DEACON.
+
+_From a Photo. by Castle, Whitstable._]
+
+
+SYDNEY GRAVES.
+
+[Illustration: SYDNEY GRAVES.
+
+_From a Photo. by Hellis & Sons._]
+
+"Mr. Sydney Graves is the grandson of the late Henry Graves, the famous
+art publisher, of Pall Mall. It was whilst at Ventnor on August 28th,
+1888, that he distinguished himself and made good his claim to the
+Bronze Medal of the Royal Humane Society by rendering material
+assistance, with others, in saving life at sea. He was bathing and had
+returned to his machine. The sea was very rough. An exclamation from a
+little boy on the shore told him that somebody was drowning. He saw two
+men about fifty yards away struggling in the water, and he at once swam
+out, carrying with him a rope which was thrown to him. The rope he gave
+to one of the men--a boatman; the other swimmer was already under water.
+Mr. Graves got him up and helped both men ashore. The Medal was
+presented at the annual festival of the Otter Swimming Club, of
+which--at that time--Mr. Graves was the youngest member. He was under
+fifteen years of age when he won the Medal."
+
+
+CHARLES WICKENDEN, Aged 10.
+
+"On Tuesday, the 14th July, 1891, some boys were bathing in a place
+called the 'Salts' on the 'Brook,' Snodland, Kent, when William Hodges,
+aged eleven years, got out of his depth. It being evident that the boy
+was drowning, one of the party ran for assistance, and fortunately soon
+met Charles Wickenden, a lad ten years of age. Wickenden, without the
+slightest hesitation, plunged into the water, and after a severe
+struggle, during which he was pulled under twice, succeeded in bringing
+the unfortunate boy to land. He was unconscious, but the other boys held
+him head downwards to get rid of the water and rubbed him, and
+fortunately succeeded in bringing him back to consciousness again. He
+was afterwards taken to Dr. Palmer, who gave it as his opinion that the
+boy had had a narrow escape. The conduct of Wickenden, who bravely, at
+great peril to himself, attempted successfully to save the life of a
+playmate, cannot be too highly commended."
+
+[Illustration: CHARLES WICKENDEN.
+
+_From a Photo. by Hicks, Eccles._]
+
+[Illustration: WILLIAM HODGES.
+
+_From a Photo. by Hicks, Eccles, Aylesford._]
+
+
+HARRY FOOTE.
+
+[Illustration: HARRY FOOTE AND W. SAXON.
+
+_From a Photo. by Hill & Wakeling, Plymouth._]
+
+"Harry Foote, a schoolboy, aged thirteen, saved W. Saxon, five years
+old, on August 10th, 1891. The boy fell off the quay whilst playing.
+Harry Foote ran to the place and jumped off the quay with all his
+clothes on, and succeeded in bringing him to a landing place, a distance
+of twelve yards. There were ten feet of water and the tide was running
+swiftly."
+
+
+MISS ANNIE E. MACAULAY.
+
+[Illustration: MISS ANNIE E. MACAULAY.
+
+_From a Photo. by T. Patterson, Irvine._]
+
+"John Martin, a child five years of age, was bathing with other boys
+much older than himself, when he was carried out of his depth and they
+could render him no assistance. Miss Macaulay went to the rescue and,
+with some difficulty, got the boy safely out. She received the Vellum
+Testimonial from the Society."
+
+
+FRANK LINES.
+
+[Illustration: FRANK LINES.
+
+_From a Photo. by Heillis & Sons, Regent Street, W._]
+
+"Frank Lines, a little boy aged eight, saved James Cochrane on the 28th
+December, 1891, in Broadwater, Brocket Park, Hatfield. Cochrane ran
+after a ball on the ice, and when forty-five yards from the bank the ice
+broke. He managed, however, to cling to the edge for some time. The
+other boys who were present ran away, but Frank Lines crawled to the
+hole, and with the aid of a stick got Cochrane out. The ice again gave
+way and Cochrane fell in once more; but still his little rescuer made
+another attempt, and finally saved him."
+
+
+"PRINCE."
+
+[Illustration: "PRINCE."
+
+_From a Photo. by C. Malfait, Dunkirk._]
+
+"DEAR SIR,--I enclose, with pleasure, the photo. of my dog 'Prince.' I
+need hardly say how proud I feel to think that it will be inserted in
+the well-known STRAND MAGAZINE. I am sorry that I could not send it
+before; but, as I had to have his photo. taken, I have been forced to
+wait. 'Prince' is a thoroughbred (absolutely pure) black retriever, and
+is nearly three years old. His photo. is taken in the act of 'Toeing the
+line,' a trick that I have taught him. He retrieves perfectly, and is a
+remarkably rapid swimmer. Three weeks ago he jumped from a height of 30
+ft., with 14 ft. to clear, into one of the dry docks, which had about 6
+ft. to 8 ft. of water in it. In saving the lives of the men he was of
+great assistance to me by diving under the water and lifting the feet of
+the second officer out of the quicksand. Throughout the whole affair he
+displayed great intelligence. I forgot to mention that the collar he is
+wearing was presented by the brother of the captain who, unfortunately,
+was drowned; and on the plate are engraved these words: 'Presented to
+"Prince" for his gallant behaviour, October 22nd, 1892, by J. J. W.'
+
+ "Yours truly,
+
+ "FRANK DAVID PENGELLY."
+
+
+
+
+_Shafts from an Eastern Quiver._
+
+XI.--IN QUEST OF THE LOST GALLEON.
+
+BY CHARLES J. MANSFORD, B.A.
+
+
+I.
+
+"Hassan," I said to our guide as he rested before us in the shade of the
+tent, "what was it those coolies lying under the trees yonder told you
+about Formosa?"
+
+"The sahib shall hear," replied the Arab. "They wish to persuade the
+Englishmen to hire their junk to visit the island, for they learnt from
+me that we have met with many strange experiences during our wanderings.
+They declare that what may be seen in one part of it is almost beyond
+belief."
+
+"Never mind what they say," I expostulated, "go on and tell us about the
+island. There ought to be some story concerning it to interest us,
+considering that the Spaniards, the Dutch, and the Chinese have all
+possessed it in turn. It is quite notorious for the shipwrecks on its
+coast, not to mention the pirates who have held it at different times,
+and the savage tribes said to inhabit its wildest parts."
+
+"Ye shall hear the story, strange indeed as it is," responded the Arab;
+"and, besides, it partly concerns a Feringhee sailor."
+
+"Well, go on with your yarn, Hassan," said Denviers. "What a nigger you
+are for trying to excite our interest before you really tell us
+anything."
+
+"The sahib does not give his slave a chance to continue, but makes
+always a most indifferent listener," replied the Arab gravely; "and yet
+the great Mahomet has said that he who is impatient----"
+
+"The story!" I interposed. "Go on, Hassan, you can tell us about Mahomet
+some other day." Thus abjured, the Arab, after being silent for a few
+minutes, related to us the strange events which followed the quest of
+the lost galleon.
+
+Soon after our adventure with the Hunted Tribe of Three Hundred Peaks we
+left Siam, and sailing through the China Sea made for Hong Kong. Thence
+we set out to traverse a part of the coast of China, and at this time
+our tent was pitched not far from Swatow. There Hassan held a
+conversation with some coolies, when, from the various excited
+exclamations and gestures both of them and the Arab, my interest was
+roused sufficiently to question our guide, as narrated. As it afterwards
+transpired, the coolies had moved away a little only to await our
+decision, and were resting patiently meanwhile under the shade of a huge
+umbrella in addition to that afforded by the pine clump.
+
+[Illustration: "THE SPANISH GALLEON."]
+
+"Many years ago," began Hassan, "when the far-off people of Spain ruled
+a great continent, a galleon laden heavily with treasure wrung from the
+natives set out to return with its great store under the command of Don
+Luego, a grandee, whose name was a terror to all those who came under
+the Spaniard's sway. The riches which the vessel carried were almost
+incredible, yet Don Luego had no word of praise or thanks for the
+sailors who toiled to convey it home across the stormy seas.
+
+"More than one brave sailor was hung at the yard-arm for venturing to
+utter incautious expressions against the Spaniard's despotic rule, but
+at last some of the crew grew strangely silent, and took to watching
+Luego and conspiring together under the hatches. Among these men was one
+who had been put in chains several times, and whom the constant fear of
+death nerved on to lead his disaffected comrades against the commander.
+
+"One morning all hands were piped on deck to witness the execution of a
+seaman, and Jose, the leader of the discontented part of the crew, was
+told off to assist. With a stern-set countenance he stepped forward,
+pulled the rope from his comrade's neck, and struck the fell Spaniard
+full in the face with it.
+
+[Illustration: "MUTINY!"]
+
+"'Mutiny!' gasped the astonished Don Luego; then, turning to the other
+seamen, he cried, 'Seize him and swing the two together from the
+yard-arm!'
+
+"A number of the sailors ran forward, eager to gain favour with their
+commander by obeying his orders, while the rest hurriedly gathered round
+the doomed men, and, drawing their keen knives, prepared to defend them.
+Don Luego unsheathed his sword and rushed forward with a fierce cry,
+while the mutineers fought hand-to-hand with the other seamen. It was a
+desperate fray, for the men who had revolted knew their fate if once
+they became overpowered. On the mutineers pressed over the slippery
+decks, until at last their disheartened opponents ceased fighting and
+surrendered.
+
+"Deserted by his men, Don Luego stood alone with his blood-red sword
+still gripped in his hand, for he expected no mercy from the sailors
+whom he had driven into rebellion. The chief mutineers gathered in a
+group and eagerly discussed the fate to be awarded to their defeated
+commander. Most of them were in favour of putting him to death in the
+same manner in which he had doomed his seamen; but Jose, who now headed
+them, proposed another plan, which eventually was agreed upon. A
+quantity of provisions and water were got ready, and then Don Luego was
+seized and disarmed in spite of his struggles. The seamen lowered him in
+a boat over the side of the galleon, and then, cutting the ropes, cast
+the fierce commander adrift at the mercy of wind and wave. They watched
+him as the boat was seen to rise at times on the crest of a huge wave,
+and saw that he shook at them threateningly his disarmed hand. At last
+they lost sight of him, and gathered together once more to consider
+their own plans and what to do with the treasure of the galleon.
+
+"Jose, who seemed to be above the lust for gold which sprang up in the
+hearts of the other sailors, assumed the command, and bade the men
+prepare to return to Spain. He thought it best to throw himself and his
+crew on the mercy of the King, and, delivering up the treasure, to tell
+of the cruelties of Don Luego. With some reluctance the seamen agreed,
+and so they took their course homeward. Three days afterwards a sailor
+on the look-out descried several Spanish caracks to leeward, to which
+they signalled, and having joined company sailed on together. All the
+vessels carried bombards and cannons, yet within a week the whole of
+them, save one, had struck their colours, and nailed to the mast of each
+was the flag of the capturing enemy, who belonged to the sahibs' nation.
+The single vessel not taken was the galleon which Jose commanded, and
+after it, as it fled through the waves with every stitch of canvas
+spread, went one of the Feringhee ships.
+
+"It was a long stern chase, for the enemy was determined to capture the
+galleon, yet so well were the vessels matched in speed that they swept
+on without any perceptible difference being made in the distance which
+separated them. Through all their course nothing seemed to hinder the
+relentless pursuit of the treasure-ship. Many times Jose cried out to
+his men to turn the vessel about to grapple with the other for the
+mastery, but they would not obey, for the Spaniards knew too well how
+the Feringhees could fight. A violent storm came on in which both ships
+were partly disabled, but still they went on as best they could before a
+driving wind, until they were carried from west to east and then driven
+north into a sea which none of them had seen before.
+
+"Then the Spanish galleon began to slacken and the English ship to draw
+nearer and nearer by degrees, until one stormy evening the towering
+crests of the volcanic range which runs through Formosa were visible,
+although the sailors knew not what the land was named. Jose called upon
+his men to run the vessel towards it, and as the pursuers drew still
+closer in the gloom he determined to be revenged, even at the cost of
+every Spaniard's life, for the dogged way in which the enemy had hunted
+him down. He chose, as well as he could distinguish it, that part of the
+coast which seemed the most rock-bound, and then, slackening his
+vessel's speed, lured on the other for a time, then suddenly sped ahead
+as though making for a known harbour. Deceived by this, the ship which
+chased him followed on, and before even Jose himself was aware of the
+outlying reefs of coral, they struck almost together. The next minute
+Spaniard and Feringhee were struggling for their lives, while tremendous
+seas were sweeping over the two ill-fated vessels.
+
+[Illustration: "ONLY A SOLITARY SAILOR WAS LEFT."]
+
+"The English ship went down, leaving only part of her mast to be seen,
+to which for a time a few seamen clung until one by one the waves swept
+them off, and out of the entire crew only a solitary sailor was left
+there. The Spanish galleon struck nearer to the coast, and at low water
+its hull could long afterwards be seen, but not a man aboard was saved.
+The Feringhee sailor clung to the mast all through that dreary night.
+Next morning, seizing a floating spar, he struck out for the shore and
+battled with the seething waters until, almost unconscious, he was flung
+high on the coral beach. Towards sunset the seaman rose, and struggling
+forward to the entrance of one of the caves before him, he flung himself
+down to sleep.
+
+"The coolies say that the sailor afterwards explored a part of the
+roast and then set about making his presence known to any vessel which
+might chance to pass the island. Getting possession of part of the
+broken mast of one of the ships, he raised it on the beach, and hoisted
+to the top of it the tattered flag of the English vessel, which chanced
+to be flung up by the waves. For weeks and months his signal passed
+unnoticed; and meanwhile the sailor made a raft, and at low water
+reached the hulk of the Spanish ship several times, from which by
+degrees he carried away the treasure. This he hid in the cave which he
+occupied, hoping that one day he would be rescued. He found arms and
+ammunition in the galleon in abundance, and well it was for him that he
+secured them and made them serviceable in case of need.
+
+"Lying before the cave one day he saw the dusky forms of several savages
+appear, at which the sailor immediately seized the nearest Spanish
+musket and prepared to defend himself. In a moment they discovered him
+and cast a shower of spears towards the entrance of the cave. The
+Feringhee shouldered his loaded muskets in turn and picked the savages
+off one at a time in quick succession, and despite their onsets he
+managed for a time to keep them at bay. At last they gathered together
+and made a desperate attack upon the cave, while the undaunted sailor
+clubbed them with the butt of a musket as fast as they came upon him.
+Then they withdrew and left him to pass the night watching and waiting
+for the assault to be renewed, but this was not attempted. Next day one
+of the savages appeared alone and unarmed, making signs which indicated
+that the tribe desired peace.
+
+"Not only was this goodwill maintained, but the chief of the fierce
+islanders, full of admiration for the sailor's bravery, treated him with
+marked respect, and when more than a year had passed, during which no
+vessel apparently sighted the fluttering flag at the top of the broken
+mast, the seaman became almost reconciled to his strange fate, and took
+the chief's daughter as his wife. Watching from the beach one day, long
+after this, the sailor saw a vessel, and climbing up the mast seized the
+flag and raised frantic cries for rescue; for on seeing a ship once more
+his old longing to leave the island at once returned. Anxiously he
+watched, and then saw a flag run up to the mast of the ship, which told
+him that his signal had been observed--then the dull roar of cannon rang
+out over the waters. The vessel tacked and soon bore down towards the
+island, the sailor madly waving the tattered flag and uttering
+exclamations of delight, for he was almost beside himself at the near
+prospect of rescue.
+
+"The vessel was brought to at some little distance from the island and a
+boat sent out, which was carefully steered through the breakers.
+Forgetting the treasure which he had concealed in the cave, and the
+friendly treatment which he had so long received from the tribe who knew
+of its whereabouts, the sailor rushed into the surf, and throwing
+himself into the boat bade the men pull back to the ship. When he was
+standing on the deck of the latter he recognised fully his own position.
+Above him floated the Spanish flag, fierce glances of hatred from all
+the crew were turned upon him, and to complete his discomfiture the
+commander who came forward to meet him was none other than Don Luego, of
+whom every Feringhee sailor had heard.
+
+"Cast adrift by the crew of the galleon which he had commanded, Don
+Luego had been rescued and carried to Spain by a trading vessel, by
+which he chanced to be observed after suffering terrible privations at
+sea. He made his way into the King's presence, told his own tale of the
+mutiny of his sailors, and persuaded the monarch to put him in command
+of a fast vessel with which to return and, hunting them down, to restore
+the great treasure to the Spanish coffers. Strange rumours were heard by
+him when again in the southern seas of the galleon having been seen
+flying before the wind with another vessel pursuing it. After cruising
+about for a considerable time he had quite unknowingly come within sight
+of the island where the English vessel and the Spanish galleon had both
+been wrecked.
+
+"Pretending that hostilities had long ceased between the two nations,
+Don Luego endeavoured to get the rescued man to relate the story of his
+shipwreck; but the seaman, conscious of his danger, gave evasive
+answers, and asked to be landed upon the island once more. The
+Spaniard's suspicions were aroused, and he determined to keep the sailor
+on board as his prisoner while a number of men were sent ashore to see
+if anything could be discovered. They soon come back and reported that
+upon the beach they had seen portions of wreckage which had evidently
+formed part of a Spanish galleon. The Feringhee seaman was strictly
+questioned by the commander, but at first would say nothing. Stung at
+length by Don Luego's taunts, he pointed towards the tattered flag which
+still floated from the broken mast, and declared that it waved over a
+treasure belonging no longer to Spain but to him.
+
+[Illustration: "CUTTING HIS WAY THROUGH THE SPANIARDS."]
+
+"Don Luego responded by threatening the hardy sailor with death unless
+he pointed out where the contents of the lost galleon were concealed.
+The seaman suddenly sprang forward, wrenched the sword from his
+interrogator's hand, and, cutting a way through the surprised Spaniards,
+flung himself headlong from the vessel's side, and struck out for the
+shore.
+
+"'Shoot him, men!' cried Don Luego, as the sailor's head emerged for a
+minute from the water, and instantly a volley from a hundred muskets
+whistled round the swimmer's head. He dived at once and swam under
+water, only coming up to take breath occasionally. A second and a third
+time the muskets were discharged, and then the savages--who had
+meanwhile gathered in a threatening band at the water's edge, on hearing
+the strange reports ring out--saw the sailor flung upon the coral beach.
+They bent over him, then raised a wild cry for vengeance, for the waves
+had cast at their feet the blood-stained body of the lifeless seaman.
+
+"Landing from their boats, the Spaniards tried to force the natives from
+the shore, but were driven back time after time at the point of the
+savages' spears, till disheartened they leapt into their boats again and
+made for the vessel. Foremost among the wild horde which fought so
+desperately to avenge the murdered sailor was the daughter of the
+chief--for among this tribe the women fight in battle no less than the
+men. Her spear it was which pierced the traitorous Don Luego through as
+he led on the Spaniards.
+
+"Soon after the ship sailed away the savages took up their dead, and
+carrying the sailor's body away they placed it in some secret spot,
+whither also they conveyed the treasure which he had hidden near the
+shore. There it is said to remain still, for though many daring
+explorers have set out to find it, none have ever returned to speak of
+their success, so the coolies say. Yet they would gladly convey the
+sahibs to the island and help them to overcome the savage tribe still
+living there, for they are bold seamen, and do not fear fighting
+whatever enemies may appear."
+
+"I daresay," commented Denviers, with a glance of amusement at the
+coolies still shading themselves with the umbrella, "they would
+willingly go with us until the first savage appeared, then they would
+jump into the junk and make off, leaving us to defend ourselves as best
+we knew how. I have not the slightest objection to setting out for
+Formosa, but we will see to the craft ourselves and not trust to them.
+What is your opinion, Harold?"
+
+"Let us go, by all means," I answered. "Between us we can manage the
+junk very well, and if we act cautiously we may come across this
+strangely hidden treasure; at all events, we might try."
+
+Hassan was accordingly dispatched to the coolies to tell them what
+course we had decided to follow, and after some bargaining the junk was
+placed at our disposal. Before many hours had passed we were on our way
+to Formosa, little knowing what a strange adventure was in store for us,
+or how perilous a task we had so lightly undertaken. Before commencing
+our journey we carefully questioned the coolies as to where it was
+rumoured the treasure had been secreted, and, learning this, provided
+ourselves with everything we thought necessary for the enterprise. Our
+tent and possessions were left in charge of a wealthy mandarin, whom we
+fortunately met at Swatow, while we looked to the state of our weapons,
+for we fully expected to need them in the adventure before us.
+
+
+II.
+
+"I think these Formosans are altogether too friendly, Harold," said
+Denviers, as we eventually reached the rough coast to which we had been
+directed, and our boat was being dragged through the blinding surf by a
+dozen fierce-looking savages.
+
+"The sahibs need not fear," interposed Hassan, as he overheard this
+remark; "it is necessary that we should be led by them, for not
+otherwise could we see Wimpai, who is their head-man, so the coolies
+told me."
+
+"I expect we could have managed very well without seeing him," I
+replied. "Would it not have been possible to have found the sailor's
+treasure, wherever it is hidden, without landing at a spot where these
+savages were evidently on the look-out?"
+
+"Not so, by Mahomet!" answered the Arab. "The sahibs would certainly be
+slain if they attempted to do so without Wimpai permitted them."
+
+"Well, come on then," said Denviers, as he made his way through the
+wreckage and huge fragments of coral lying on the beach: "I daresay we
+shall get out of this adventure as safely as we have others. Our new
+acquaintances are certainly making themselves quite at home with our
+possessions, before being invited even," he added, as four of them
+placed on their heads some pieces of cloth and a native basket filled
+with handsome beads, which Hassan had advised us to bring in order to
+propitiate Wimpai.
+
+"They seem to consider us their prisoners," I remarked, as the savages
+marched on the right and left of us, while we strode on with our rifles
+shouldered.
+
+"I don't relish the look of their knives," commented Denviers; "they are
+likely to do us far more harm with them than with the clumsy matchlocks
+which they now carry instead of spears. What a splendid set of fellows
+they are!"
+
+The savages who inhabited this part of Formosa, so much avoided on
+account of its dangerous coral reefs, wore only a blue loin-cloth. Their
+hair was adorned with a number of brightly-coloured feathers, while
+across the shoulder of each passed a strip of scarlet cloth, reaching to
+the waist, supporting a plaited loop, into which was thrust the
+long-bladed knife which my companion mentioned. For some time the
+tangled pathway which we traversed wound up the steep side of a mountain
+spur, running almost down to the edge of the raised coral beach. Forcing
+our way through the screw-pine, which obstructed us, we were soon
+passing under the shade of some bamboos and banyans, when Denviers
+motioned to some trees a little way ahead, and suddenly exclaimed:--
+
+"Look out, Harold! These savage niggers mean mischief!"
+
+I glanced carefully to where my companion directed me, and saw a number
+of matchlocks pointed at us, while the heads of those who held them
+peered cautiously forth. We raised our rifles to defend ourselves, for
+we were completely covered by the shining barrels of the enemy, and for
+a moment fully expected that the lighted port-fires would be applied to
+their old-fashioned weapons. Seeing that we were closely guarded by the
+others from any attempt to escape, the savages came out from their
+lurking-places and advanced to meet us.
+
+"It looks as if Hassan's incredible yarn is going to turn out true after
+all," said Denviers to me, aside; "at all events, there are several
+women carrying arms among those in front."
+
+Upon getting close to us the savages passed on one side, and giving a
+fierce yell of triumph as they did so, turned and followed behind, while
+our guides or captors still inclosed us, except one of them who led the
+way. The burden-bearers soon after this disappeared, and we saw no more
+of the presents which we had brought.
+
+"I expect we are in for it," said Denviers, as the savage led us towards
+a narrow gap in the heart of the mountain up which we had been toiling.
+Through this a number of the men passed in single file, and we were
+bidden to follow them. We halted irresolutely and turned round, only to
+see the wild horde pressing on behind, impatient at our delay.
+
+"We must go on," said Denviers, "for we are completely surrounded."
+
+The Arab pressed forward, anxious to be the first to test whatever
+danger confronted us, but my companion prevented this, and Hassan was
+compelled to take second place, while I followed him. We were absolutely
+in the dark before we had proceeded a dozen yards through the cleft in
+the mountain side, and then our worst fears were realized.
+
+I heard a warning cry from Denviers, followed by Hassan's fierce answer,
+as the savages gathered closely about us where the passage or cave mist
+have widened out, and then I felt the grip of a hand upon my throat and
+saw even in the gloom the fierce glitter of my enemy's eyes. With a thud
+I brought my rifle down, and the blow evidently told, for my throat was
+released, while the one who had attacked me fell heavily to the ground.
+
+[Illustration: "I FELT THE GRIP OF A HAND UPON MY THROAT."]
+
+Of all the adventures which we had met with, that one, during those few
+minutes of desperate fighting for our lives in the blackness about us,
+seemed the most weird and exciting. Once I heard the ring of the Arab's
+sword as it struck against the side of the rocky excavation, and a call
+to Mahomet for help came from his lips, while through it all Denviers
+was cheering us madly on in the blind conflict with our foes. I felt my
+rifle wrenched at last from my hands, and drawing a pistol from my belt
+thrust it between the glaring eyes of a savage and fired, sending him
+down at my feet. In a second that weapon too was snatched from me, and
+feeling hastily for the other I found it gone! Still another savage
+faced me, and I struck blindly at him with my fist, dealing a stunning
+blow which sent him spinning and laid my knuckles bare. With all my
+might I struggled to keep off the rope or thong which I felt was being
+bound about me, but the odds were too great, and with my arms lashed
+tightly to my sides I was dragged forward, wondering what fate was in
+store and why the savages did not kill us outright with their knives.
+Evidently that was not their purpose, for as soon as I was helplessly
+bound no more blows were rained upon me, nor did my captors attempt to
+inflict further injuries.
+
+How long I was hauled through the gloomy passage in the mountain would
+be difficult to conjecture, but eventually a stifling heat seemed to
+penetrate to where I was being hurried along, and a dull red glow
+appeared ahead which lit up the scene, showing what had happened and
+where we were. Denviers and Hassan were both bound, the latter having
+one of his arms left loose, from which circumstance I concluded that it
+was broken, and this was subsequently found to be true.
+
+The glowing mass ahead increased in its intensity, and cast strange
+shadows of the savages upon the jagged walls of rock which inclosed us
+on each side and rose to a height of more than twenty feet at the point
+we had then reached. We drew near to each other as we emerged into the
+lighter part of the mountain passage, and the savages ceased to drag us
+along, since they could watch our movements.
+
+"We ought to be glad these niggers didn't try conclusions with their
+knives in that fight in the dark," said Denviers, as I got close to him
+and the Arab. Then, observing the latter's injured arm, he added: "You
+seem to have got the worst of the encounter with one of them,
+Hassan----"
+
+"Not so, by the Koran!" answered the Arab, promptly. "He who dealt that
+blow felt the edge of my sword, and lived but a second after he did it."
+
+"Where are we being taken to, do you think, Hassan?" I asked, looking in
+surprise at the changing colours of the walls of the passage, which just
+there were tinted a bluish-grey, then crimsoned a little further on,
+until the long cave seemed to terminate in an enormous hollow
+surrounded by blood-red rocks which rose precipitously upwards.
+
+"The sahib will soon see for himself," answered the Arab. "The savage
+tribe has chosen a safe retreat where none would expect to find living
+people, for, see! before us is the jagged side of a crater!"
+
+We emerged from the cave to observe in front of us the cause of the
+intense heat which had been so oppressive while we were in it. A white
+cloud of smoke rose from the funnel-like hollow, and occasionally
+flickering red flames shot up and turned this to the same hue, while at
+times the cloud wore a blue colour, matching the changing tints of the
+lake of fire below. Round the interior of the great crater in which we
+were ran a rugged path of broken masses of rock, between which streams
+of lava lay, and over them we had to pass. Even as we went along,
+scarcely able to breathe, we saw a huge fragment of rock crash down into
+the depths below. This was followed by a grinding sound and a rumble
+like thunder; then high above us shot a shower of red-hot lava and
+stones, while we crouched under a projecting shelf of black basalt, and
+forgot that we were prisoners in the midst of such an impressive scene.
+When the stream of fire which darted upwards had somewhat subsided, our
+captives urged us forward, and on we went, tumbling and slipping over
+the dangerous rocks, which threatened every instant to give way beneath
+our feet. Even the savages became exceedingly cautious as we wound our
+way around the crater, and seemed to be getting nearer and nearer still
+to the molten fire below.
+
+[Illustration: "HE FELL HEAD FIRST."]
+
+As he turned round for a moment to see if we were following, the
+foremost of our captors missed his footing, and, bound as we were, none
+of us could make an attempt to save him. Uttering an appalling cry of
+horror, he fell head first into the roaring furnace! We flung ourselves
+upon our faces and tried to shut out that weird scream of terror; then
+Denviers, prone as he was, worked his body forward upon a loose,
+overhanging rock, and stared down into the red sea of fire below.
+
+"The sahib is mad! Come back, come back!" cried Hassan, excitedly;
+whereupon the savages, looking more like demons than men, as their faces
+were lighted up by the glow of the lambent flames, seized hold of my
+companion and dragged him from threatening death.
+
+"He has not fallen right in," said Denviers to me, calmly, as though his
+own danger had been a mere nothing; "the man is clinging to a projecting
+crag just above the flames. Hassan," he cried to our guide, "tell these
+savages if they will unbind me I think I can save him."
+
+Half stupefied with fear and horror, our captors unbound the long rope
+which held my companion's arms to his sides, and at once he made a loop
+at one end of it and advanced again upon the projecting rock. Quickly
+the rope was lowered and, leaning right over, Denviers managed to reach
+the almost senseless man, for we saw him hauling the rope slowly in, and
+finally the head of the savage appeared before us, while the loose rock
+which upheld rescuer and rescued swayed ominously upon the solid mass
+which supported it. Scarcely were the two of them dragged back from the
+rock when over it went, and again a fierce shower of fire shot up, from
+which with much difficulty we protected ourselves.
+
+The savage lay scorched and motionless for several minutes, then,
+struggling to his feet, he took one of the knives which another
+proffered and cut Hassan's bonds as well as my own. Again we moved
+forward and, conscious that this unexpected rescue of their companion
+had won for us the goodwill of all, we passed on, hoping that when we
+faced Wimpai, their chief, it would be turned to good account. Freed
+from our bonds so unexpectedly, we went on with more confidence than
+before, and at last saw another huge cavern facing us, upon entering
+which we found ourselves in the presence of the savage chief.
+
+
+III.
+
+We were not able to observe what the entire number of the savages was,
+since the cave into which we went led to several others where we caught
+glimpses of many of the wild tribe. We estimated that those among whom
+we were amounted to about five hundred, more than a half of whom were
+female warriors. Our appearance was the signal for the savages to raise
+excited cries, which continued till we stood before Wimpai, who was
+partly surrounded by a number of his armed women. The chief of our
+captors, who had received several severe burns and injuries through his
+fall, pressed forward, and telling first of our fight in the rocky
+passage, afterwards spoke of his own rescue by Denviers, so we learnt
+from Hassan. Wimpai rose and leant upon his spear when the savage had
+concluded his account, and was evidently perplexed as to what course to
+pursue.
+
+Hassan managed to explain our purpose in visiting the chief, and with an
+immobile countenance asked for us to be shown the hidden treasure, a
+request which brought forth a shrill laugh from those around. We could
+not understand what passed between Wimpai and the Arab, but the latter
+succeeded in producing a favourable effect by his persuasive words, for
+he turned to us eventually, saying:--
+
+"Wimpai declares that between his tribe and those who carry the dragon
+banner to war there has been of late much fighting, which is the reason
+his people have sought this strange shelter."
+
+"I should have thought these niggers could tell the difference between
+us and Chinamen," interposed Denviers.
+
+"That is so," responded the Arab; "but the sahib forgets that in the
+memory of every wild tribe those who have injured them are never
+forgotten. Finding that we were not like the people with whom they have
+recently been fighting, those who took us prisoners thought we were the
+descendants of the fell Spaniards whom their traditions recall. I have
+told Wimpai that ye are of the same nation as the Feringhee sailor who
+married the daughter of one of their chiefs so long ago, and he promises
+that we shall see the treasure, and may take as much of it as we can
+bear away. Even now a boat is being got ready for us to enter, and a
+warrior woman is to accompany us down the strange stream which leads to
+the place where the contents of the galleon have long been hidden."
+
+[Illustration: "WE SAW A WOMAN APPROACH."]
+
+As the Arab finished speaking, we saw a woman approach, bearing a torch.
+Obedient to Wimpai's command, she moved towards one of the rocky
+passages, and motioned to us to follow. We advanced in single file
+behind our strange guide, and soon found ourselves in another of the
+great fissures, which seemed to traverse the heart of the volcano in all
+directions. Before us, by the light of the flaring torch, we saw a wide
+stream flowing between lava walls, the lofty top of these meeting far
+above our heads, and supporting long crystal prisms of a yellowish hue,
+which hung down in thousands.
+
+The woman who was appointed to guide us pointed to where the native boat
+had been placed, and into it we leapt, eager to see the treasure taken
+from the lost galleon. Although there were two pairs of oars of peeled
+wood ready to hand, we had no occasion to use them, for the underground
+river carried us along with its steady current. We each held aloft a
+blazing torch, which the female warrior had thrust into our hands before
+she took her seat in the prow of the boat, where she sat facing us.
+
+For more than an hour we passed on, watching the shifting lights of that
+wonderful scene, and the grey mist that stole upwards from the hot
+spring down which our little craft was floating fast.
+
+At last we saw several narrow channels into which the stream was divided
+by its rocky bed, and down one of these we passed in devious turns until
+our new-found guide rose again in the boat and pointed to a jagged
+fissure which faced us. Denviers seized a pair of the rude oars and
+pulled the boat towards it, then leaping out he secured our frail
+conveyance, after which the woman handed to him a fresh torch, and we
+all advanced into the cave before us, vaguely wondering what treasure
+would be revealed to us.
+
+All doubts as to the truth of the wreck of the richly-laden galleon off
+the coast about which Hassan had told us vanished as soon as ever we
+entered there. The various things which had formed the cargo of the
+vessel lay strewed in confused heaps about us. There were wedges of gold
+and bars of silver, discoloured by the fumes from the crater and the
+mists from the hot stream, while Spanish muskets, strange-looking
+pistols, and swords with richly-chased handles, and rust-incrusted
+barrels and blades lay about in piles. Among these weapons I observed a
+pair of pistols with gems studding their handles, and thrust them into
+my sash, besides a splendid sword, which proved very serviceable when
+polished up, especially as my own defensive arms had been taken away.
+
+Hassan and Denviers followed my example, and then the latter remarked:--
+
+"We may as well make the most of Wimpai's permission to enrich
+ourselves," and he raised several wedges of gold, which he proceeded to
+carry towards the entrance of the cave. Hassan and I assisted to load
+the boat, then we threw in a few more weapons which we thought might
+prove useful to us, and with a look of regret at the wealth we were
+forced to leave behind us we turned to leave the place. Just then Hassan
+moved away from us to another part of the cave, and a moment afterwards
+he called out to us. Going over to him, we found the Arab and the
+tribeswoman both looking intently at something lying upon the rocky
+floor.
+
+"Every word of Hassan's singular story is undoubtedly true," I said to
+Denviers, in sheer amazement, as we stooped over the object and observed
+it in the torch-light. The wild tribe had carried and placed the slain
+sailor by the spoils of the galleon which he had claimed for his own in
+the very face of Don Luego, the Spanish commander.
+
+There, before our eyes, was stretched the outline of a human form, above
+which was spread all that remained of the tattered flag that once had
+fluttered from the masthead of the ship which chased the Spanish
+galleon, and went down with it on the coral reefs of the Formosan shore!
+
+Slowly we moved away from the spot towards where our boat was, and
+re-entered it. The task which we had undertaken, however--that of
+pulling against the stream, with such a weight of treasure as we had
+obtained--proved a most difficult one. Indeed, Denviers and I exerted
+ourselves to little purpose for some time, then found that the boat was
+slowly making headway. We reached the spot where the underground stream
+divided into its several channels, and then, by an unlucky accident, the
+prow of our craft was dashed against one of the many rocks which lay
+between. For a minute we entirely lost control of it, and back it
+drifted down one of the other channels. At this the female warrior rose,
+and thrusting the head of her long spear against the rock tried to
+assist us to get the boat back into the main stream before us. Our
+efforts were made in vain, for the bed of the narrow channel into which
+we had got sloped rapidly down, and its waters hurried us along at a
+speed which defied all our attempts to force the boat back. The woman
+had dropped her torch when she came to our assistance, and in the light
+of the solitary one still flaring, as Hassan held it, I saw a look upon
+her face which startled me. She pointed before us, uttering a wild,
+despairing cry, which was drowned a moment after in a dull roar which
+struck upon our ears.
+
+"Pull, sahibs; in Allah's name, pull!" cried Hassan, who was looking
+ahead at the danger which we faced. "If the boat cannot be stopped from
+drifting on before a few more hundred yards are gone over, we are lost!"
+
+We gripped the rude oars again, and strained till our arms ached, but
+still the relentless current bore us on. I gave another glance at the
+danger ahead, then Hassan wildly exclaimed:--
+
+"Allah and Mahomet help us! We are on the verge of a cataract!"
+
+[Illustration: "ON THE VERGE OF A CATARACT!"]
+
+"Throw the treasure overboard!" cried Denviers, and each of us worked
+desperately to free the boat of what we had been so eager to obtain.
+Into the stream we cast the wedges of gold and Spanish arms, and
+scarcely had our purpose been accomplished, when the boat, lightened of
+its heavy cargo, was caught up by the rushing stream, swirled round, and
+then borne madly forward at a rate which brought another despairing cry
+from the woman's lips.
+
+"Pull with all your might with the stream, Harold!" said Denviers to me,
+as we drew close to where the roaring waters were leaping down. "Pull,
+pull, it is our last chance!"
+
+We both knew that if we failed to shoot the rapid ahead we should be
+sucked down and drowned. We tugged at the oars together, then amid a
+cloud of blinding spray our boat seemed to hover for a moment over the
+tumbling waters, then shot forward and left the danger behind.
+
+"We are saved, thank Allah!" cried Hassan, and as we ventured to look
+round we saw the wonderful escape which had been ours. Swiftly we were
+carried along by the stream, which began to widen out as it passed
+between the precipitous sides of a vast ravine.
+
+"Daylight at last!" I exclaimed, with a feeling of relief. "I wonder
+where we are now being hurried towards."
+
+For a considerable time the stream kept on its rapid course, then grew
+less violent, and we floated down it gently at last, until we were
+carried to where we saw the river flowing into the sea, when we at once
+sprang out upon the rough coral beach.
+
+The Formosan woman hastened away along the shore, making for the distant
+cave by which we first entered into the strange haunt of her tribe,
+while we followed slowly after her, having drawn the rude boat high up
+on the beach.
+
+"Well!" said Denviers, when at last we found our junk, after walking
+several miles along the coast, and prepared to launch it into the sea in
+order to leave the island. "We lost the treasure after all, but still we
+have something left to recall this strange adventure at times," and he
+drew from his sash the Spanish sword which he had thrust there. After
+examining it I passed to him the arms which I had taken from the cave.
+The pistols, although proving useless, were fine specimens of
+workmanship, and as richly chased as the jewel-studded hilt of the sword
+which I had also obtained.
+
+"Mahomet has well rewarded the sahibs with such treasures," interposed
+Hassan, gravely, "and has not forgotten their slave." We glanced towards
+his waist as he spoke, and saw that the Arab had certainly taken care to
+arm himself well from the treasures of the lost galleon, for he bristled
+with swords and poniards like a small armoury.
+
+"Come on, Hassan," said Denviers, with an amused smile at the Arab's
+weapons, "Mahomet evidently looks with high favour upon you."
+
+We pushed the junk through the surf, then entering it, put out for the
+distant coast of the mainland, which we reached in safety.
+
+
+
+
+Zig-Zags at the Zoo
+
+By Arthur Morrison and J. A. Shepherd.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+XI.--ZIG-ZAG MARSUPIAL.
+
+
+When an animal is more than usually a fool for its size, Nature
+indulgently permits it to go about with a pouch that it may not lose its
+family. Nature also sends it to live in Australia, and man, seeing more
+common sense in the pouch than anywhere else in the creature, calls the
+entire organism a marsupial, after the pouch. Only one marsupial is
+allowed to live out of Australia, and that is the opossum; but, then,
+the opossum is no fool, and can take care of itself in the outer world.
+Here at the Zoo, besides the opossum, we have kangaroos, wallabies,
+wallaroos, wombats, and certain other eccentric things, including the
+Tasmanian devil; but none is a bigger fool than the biggest marsupial,
+the kangaroo. This is natural, because he has most room to store his
+imbecility. The kangaroo's general weakness of character is visible all
+over him. He has never quite made up his mind what to be even now; he is
+nothing but a flabby compromise.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There would appear to be two plausible theories about the construction
+of the kangaroo; when, in the beginning, the animals chose their parts,
+the kangaroo may have been first, and weakly and indecisively chose at
+random, of no set purpose; or he may have been last, and obliged to put
+up with what was left. I incline to the first theory, partly because the
+kangaroo is well furnished as regards quality of parts, although they
+are oddly assorted, and partly because to make an indecisive selection
+would be just in accord with his character. He fancied a sheep's head,
+rather, but hadn't enough decision of character to take a sheep's head
+as it was and be thankful for it. He preferred a donkey's ears to the
+sheep's, so had them substituted. Even then, some mistrust of the
+boldness of the design intimidated him, and he cautiously compromised by
+having them small. The only part of a kangaroo or wallaby that has the
+least independence about it is the tail; and the wallabies are so proud
+of the individuality, that they sit with their tails extended before
+them all day: and the colonist acknowledges the merit of the kangaroo's
+tail by making soup of it. Let us grant the kangaroo his tail, since it
+is the only thing that is unmistakably his own. Abashed at his own
+temerity in venturing to take an independent tail, all the kangaroo's
+other selections became hopelessly demoralized. He took a grasshopper's
+hind legs, and plagiarized a rat's fore-paws. Obviously, he got the
+design of his coat partly from the rabbit and partly from the rat, and
+the idea of his pouch from the bookmaker.
+
+[Illustration: THE WICKED DINGO DOG; OR,]
+
+[Illustration: INNOCENCE]
+
+Now, it is a noticeable thing, illustrative of the mental stagnation of
+the kangaroo, that, having adopted the crude idea of the bookmaker's or
+'bus-conductor's pouch, he--or, rather, she--through all the
+generations, has never developed an improvement on that pouch, either by
+evolution, selection, or natural adaptation. Even in these days of
+improvement, the kangaroo's pouch has no separate compartment for
+silver. Of course it is mainly used to carry the family in, but in any
+really intelligent and enterprising class of animals that pouch would
+long ago have improved and developed, through the countless ages, into a
+convenient perambulator, with rubber tires and a leather hood. As it is,
+the kangaroo has not so much as added a patent clasp.
+
+[Illustration: PRESERVED.]
+
+Still, in its merely primitive form, the pouch is found useful by the
+small kangaroo. It is an ever-ready refuge from the prowling dingo dog,
+and any little kangaroo who breaks a window has always a capital
+hiding-place handy. Indeed, the young kangaroo would fare ill without
+this retreat, because any other cradle the mother, being a kangaroo,
+would probably forget all about, and lose. It is only because the pouch
+hangs under her very nose that she remembers she has a family at all.
+All the kangaroo's strength seems to have settled down into the hind
+legs and the tail, leaving the other parts comparatively weak, and the
+head superlatively useless, except as an attachment for the mouth. One
+would imagine that in the period which has elapsed since the Creation
+the feeblest-minded of animals would have had time to arrive at some
+final choice in the matter of coat-colour; but the kangaroo hasn't. He
+never makes up his mind about anything; he begins life in a pale-grey
+colour; in a year or two he changes his mind and turns very dark--darker
+than either his father or his mother. The originality pleases him for a
+little while, and then he gets doubtful of his choice, and makes a
+wretched compromise--the kangaroo is compromise all over--settling down
+for the rest of his life to a tint midway between the light and the
+dark. If he lived a little longer he would probably experiment in blue.
+As it is, he sometimes makes an attempt in pink--with powder. Only the
+male kangaroo uses this cosmetic, and where he finds it and how he keeps
+it is a mystery; he doesn't put it on his face--he devotes it entirely
+to the complexion of his chest and stomach.
+
+[Illustration: WRESTLING PRACTICE.]
+
+Australians call a full-grown male kangaroo a "boomer": why, I don't
+know. I could understand the application of the term in this country,
+where such a thing as a boom in boxing kangaroos has been heard of,
+and--this some while ago--a "white kangaroo" boom. The boxing kangaroo
+has made a very loud boom indeed, and has done something to earn the
+title of "boomer." Here, at the Zoo, however, there would seem to be
+little ambition among the kangaroos to distinguish themselves as boxing
+boomers; but there is a very frequent attitude suggestive of wrestling
+practice--perhaps because these would-be boomers have muddled things,
+and are thinking of the wrestling lion. Personally, I am not anxious
+either to box or to wrestle with a kangaroo; for the beast has a plaguey
+unpleasant hind foot, armed with a claw like a marline-spike, and a most
+respectable ability to kick a hole in a stranger with it. It is a kind
+of weapon that ordinary boxing and wrestling systems don't allow for,
+and not at all an amusing sort of thing to have lashing about among
+one's internal machinery. I don't wish to attribute any unsportsmanlike
+proceedings to the kangaroo now before the public, but to point out that
+the indiscriminate election of kangaroos into boxing clubs should be
+discouraged; especially of raw young kangaroos, ready to put on the
+gloves with anybody and to lose their tempers. Beware of kangaroo
+upper-cuts. Indeed, the boxing kangaroo should properly wear two pairs
+of gloves, and the bigger and softer pair should go upon his hind feet.
+For his is a form of _la savate_ which admits neither of duck, guard,
+nor counter; and leaves its signature in a form long to be remembered
+and hard to stitch up.
+
+[Illustration: A NASTY WEAPON.]
+
+[Illustration: RAW YOUTH--"YES, WILL I."]
+
+The white kangaroo was much less of a boomer. He dared to be original as
+to colour, and has been shivering and cowering and looking miserable
+ever since in terror of his own independence; he looks only a sort of
+unhappy white rabbit, overgrown in the hinder half. But there is
+encouragement to be got from the case of the boxing boomer. The
+kangaroo will never become clever of himself, but perhaps the showman
+may teach him. There are many comic opportunities in the
+kangaroo--particularly in the pouch. Let the showman see to it.
+
+[Illustration: "PLEASE, CAN TOMMY COME OUT?"]
+
+[Illustration: AN OLD MAID.]
+
+The most entirely objectionable of all the marsupials is the Tasmanian
+devil. It is only a little devil, a couple of feet or so long, but its
+savagery is beyond measuring by anything like a two-foot rule. No
+reasonable devils could wish to be treated with more indulgence than the
+Zoological Society extends to these. A rolling blind is provided to keep
+the sun out of their eyes, and they are politely labelled "Ursine
+Dasyures," for fear of offending them. They ill deserve either
+attention, and at any rate I should like to see the label changed. The
+function of the Tasmanian devil in the economy of Nature is to bite,
+scratch, tear and mangle whatever other work of Nature happens to be
+within reach. It is touching to observe the preference exhibited by the
+Tasmanian devil for its keeper, who feeds it; it tries to bite him much
+oftener and more savagely than anybody else. Thus you observe that
+kindness has some effect, even with the Tasmanian devil. Of course, by
+its nature, it resents kindness more than anything else, but it will
+also attack anybody for cruelty, or indifference, or admiration, or
+curiosity, or for looking at it, or for not looking at it, or any other
+injury. You can't drive it away with anything; it won't go for a stick
+and it won't go for a gun; nevertheless it will go for you, like three
+hundred wild cats.
+
+[Illustration: Tasmanian Devil!]
+
+[Illustration: THAT IDEA.]
+
+The Tasmanian method of taming it is to blow it into space with a heavy
+charge of buckshot; and this seems to be the only way of rendering it
+quite harmless. In life the Tasmanian devil has one desire, one belief,
+one idea--general devastation. Herein, perhaps, he is the superior of
+the kangaroo, who doesn't have ideas. There is a superstition that once,
+in distant ages, a kangaroo had an idea, and if you closely observe a
+kangaroo who is left to himself, you may see something in that
+superstition. Ever since the time of that idea (which, of course, the
+kangaroo forgot) the whole race of kangaroos has been trying desperately
+to remember it. Whenever a kangaroo finds himself alone, and unobserved,
+he addresses himself to recollecting that idea. He gazes thoughtfully at
+his paws, finding no inspiration. Then, he tries the vacant air above
+him, with equal ill-success. He brown-studies at the fence, at the
+ground, at his own tail; he will never, never rescue that lost idea
+(which is probably a most insane one, not worth rescuing), but he is
+always persuading himself that he is on the very point of catching it;
+frowning and turning his head aside as though the words were in his
+mouth but wouldn't come off the tongue. You will also notice that he
+wrestles desperately with it in his sleep, with his fore paw over his
+nose. If in his waking efforts he sees you watching him, he instantly
+assumes an air of alert wisdom, intended to convey the belief that he
+has known all about the idea for years, and is only thinking about
+applying it in some practical way or making a book of it. But the
+attempt is a failure--those ears give it away. For intellectual pursuits
+the kangaroo is not fitted. But he _can_ jump; and the disconsolate
+grasshopper, whose hind-leg copyright the kangaroo has infringed, is far
+behind the record. It is, in fact, reported of an educated West Indian
+that, visiting New South Wales and encountering his first kangaroo, he
+sat down immediately to write an essay on the unusually large
+grasshoppers of Australasia.
+
+[Illustration: THOSE EARS.]
+
+Whether or not a serious naturalist is justified in excluding from a
+chapter on marsupial animals a careful and detailed consideration of the
+bookmaker and the 'bus-conductor, I will not stay to argue. I refrain
+from dealing at length with these interesting creatures in this place,
+because of the regrettable absence of specimens from the Zoo. The
+conductor (_Bellpunchus familiaris_) is readily capturable in this
+country. The habits of the bookmakers (_marsupialis vulgaris_) may be
+studied, and their curious habits learned by anybody willing to incur
+the expense in the inclosures set apart for their exhibition at the
+various racecourses, where their sportive gambles are the subject of
+great interest (and principal) on the part of speculative inquirers.
+
+[Illustration: THE RECORD.]
+
+[Illustration: THE KANGARULER.]
+
+[Illustration: WAR OF WIT.]
+
+Mansbridge is the guardian of the kangaroos in the Zoo--or the
+kangaruler, as one may say. Most pouched things in the Gardens are given
+to the care of Mansbridge, which involves a sort of compliment, for a
+pouched thing is never clever by itself, and wants a keeper who can
+think for it. He has the wallabies, the kangaroo hares, the kangaroo
+rats (mad things these, greater hotch-potches than the others), and the
+wombats. The wombat cannot jump like the kangaroo or the wallaby, and
+his sprightliness and activity are the sprightliness and activity of a
+cast-iron pig. He is slow, but I scarcely think he is quite such an ass
+as the kangaroo. I have even found him indulging in repartee, as you
+shall see. Every single movement of any part of the wombat is deliberate
+and well considered; it is apparently debated at great length by all the
+other parts, and determined upon by a formal resolution, duly proposed,
+seconded, and carried by the complete animal properly assembled. Once
+the motion is carried, nothing can stop it. If the wombat's travels are
+crossed by a river, he merely walks into it, across the bottom, and out
+at the other side. Here, in lairs side by side, live a common wombat
+and a hairy-nosed wombat. They don't come out much in daylight, and they
+had been here some time before they found themselves both out for an
+airing together. "Halloa," reflected the hairy-nosed wombat, "here is my
+neighbour. I'll chaff him!" and he straightway set to work to invent
+some facetious observation. In an hour or so an idea struck him, and,
+advancing to the partition bars, he said to the common wombat, "Here, I
+say--you're common!" and laughed uproariously. The common wombat felt
+the sting of the remark and determined upon a crushing repartee. While
+the other chuckled over his achievement (about an hour and a half) the
+common wombat laboriously constructed his retort. "Yah! hairy-nose!" he
+said, when the reply was properly finished and polished. And then _he_
+chuckled, while the other thought it over. The hairy-nosed wombat
+thought it over and the common wombat thought it over (chuckling the
+while) for some hours without arriving at any more epigrams. After that
+they went into their dens to take a rest. And to this day it is a matter
+of dispute as to which has the best of that chaffing match: and the
+hairy-nosed wombat is as far off a brilliant reply to the common wombat
+as ever, while, of course, the common wombat need not begin to think of
+another witticism until the hairy-nosed wombat invents, constructs and
+delivers his. Which is why they never speak to one another now, as
+anybody may see for himself in proof of the anecdote, if he feel
+inclined to doubt it. Both are good--tempered and affable in their way;
+but while they still have this portentous combat of wits on hand they
+can't afford much time and attention for visitors. The common wombat
+still meditates and chuckles inwardly over his victory, and the
+hairy-nosed wombat is thinking hard, and mustn't be disturbed. It is
+difficult to imagine what may be the end of the affair, or when the
+minds of both the wombats may be free to attend to the friendly
+greetings of visitors; in the meantime, it is well that the reason for
+their preoccupation may be known. They are not proud. The intelligence
+of the marsupials is in some sort redeemed by the wombat, who is given a
+slow and inelastic gait to accord with his mental weight, while the
+frivolous kangaroo bounces about the world like a thing of india-rubber,
+and plays a game of leap-frog with all Nature.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives._
+
+
+MISS IZA DUFFUS HARDY.
+
+Miss Iza Duffus Hardy, only daughter of the late Sir Thomas Duffus
+Hardy, was educated chiefly at home, and began writing stories at a very
+early age. Amongst the many popular novels she has published are "A New
+Othello," "Glencairn," "Only a Love Story," "A Broken Faith," "Hearts or
+Diamonds," and "Love in Idleness." She has also published two well-known
+volumes of American reminiscences, "Between Two Oceans" and "Oranges and
+Alligators." The opening tale of our present number, "In the Shadow of
+the Sierras," is an excellent specimen of her abilities as a
+story-writer.
+
+[Illustration: AGE 3.
+
+_From a Drawing._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 14.
+
+_From a Photograph._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 20.
+
+_From a Photograph._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 28.
+
+_From a Photo. by Bradley & Rulofson, San Francisco._]
+
+[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
+
+_From a Photo. by Russell & Sons, Baker Street, W._]
+
+
+HUBERT HERKOMER, R.A.
+
+BORN 1849.
+
+Mr. Herkomer, who was born at Waal, in Bavaria, is the son of a wood
+engraver who settled at Southampton in 1857. At thirteen he entered the
+Art School in that town, and afterwards studied for a time at South
+Kensington. His first Academy picture was "After the Toil of the Day,"
+exhibited in 1873, when he was twenty-four, a work which extended his
+reputation and prepared the way for "The Last Muster," 1875, the
+memorable picture of the Chelsea pensioners, which afterwards figured in
+the Paris Exhibition of 1878, and was there awarded one of the two Grand
+Medals of Honour carried off by the English School. Among his best known
+later pictures may be mentioned "Missing" (1881), "Homeward" (1882), and
+"The Chapel of the Charterhouse" (1889). He was elected A.R.A. in 1879
+and R.A. in 1890.
+
+[Illustration: AGE 12 MONTHS.
+
+_From a Drawing._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 3.
+
+_From a Drawing._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 11.
+
+_From a Photograph._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 47.
+
+_From a Drawing by Himself._]
+
+[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
+
+_From a Photo. by Gabell, Ebury St., S.W._]
+
+
+THE HON. ERSKINE NICOL, A.R.A.
+
+BORN 1825.
+
+The Hon. Erskine Nicol, A.R.A., was born at Leith, Scotland, in 1825,
+and received his art education in the Trustees' Academy, Edinburgh,
+under Sir William Allan and Mr. Thomas Duncan. In 1846 he went to reside
+in Ireland, where he remained three or four years. It was this residence
+in the sister isle which decided the painter's choice of his peculiar
+field of representation, for most of his subsequent pictures have been
+Irish in subject. From Ireland he returned to Edinburgh, and after
+exhibiting for some time, he was ultimately elected a member of the
+Royal Scottish Academy. In 1862 he settled in London, and after that
+date contributed regularly to the exhibitions of the Royal Academy, of
+which body he was elected an Associate in June, 1866.
+
+[Illustration: AGE 19.
+
+_From a Pencil Sketch by Peter Clelland._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 32.
+
+_From a Photo. by J. G. Tunny, Edinburgh._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 55.
+
+_From a Photo. by Fradelle & Marshall._]
+
+[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
+
+_From a Water Colour Drawing by Himself._]
+
+
+JOHN MACWHIRTER, A.R.A.
+
+BORN 1839.
+
+[Illustration: AGE 16.
+
+_From a Photo. by Robert Burton, Dalmeny._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 32.
+
+_From an Oil Painting by J. Pettie, R.A._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 40.
+
+_From a Photo. by Fradelle._]
+
+[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
+
+_From a Photo. by Raymond Lynde._]
+
+Mr. John MacWhirter, A.R.A., was born at Slateford, near Edinburgh, and
+educated at Peebles. He was elected an Associate of the Royal Scottish
+Academy in 1863. In the following year he came to London, and was
+elected an Associate of the Royal Academy on January 22nd, 1879. He was
+elected an Honorary Member of the Royal Scotch Academy in 1882; elected
+member of the Royal Institute of Painters in Water Colours, same year;
+exhibited in R.A., 1884, "The Windings of the Forth," "A Sermon by the
+Sea," and "Home of the Grizzly Bear"; 1885, "Track of a Hurricane,"
+"Iona," "Loch Scavaig"; "The Three Witches," 1886. Mr. MacWhirter has
+painted "Loch Cornisk, Skye," 1867; "A great while ago the world began
+with hey ho, the wind and the rain," 1871; "Caledonia," 1875; "The Lady
+of the Woods," 1876; "The Three Graces," 1878; "The Valley by the Sea,"
+1879; "The Lord of the Glen," 1880; "Sunday in the Highlands," and
+"Mountain Tops," 1881; "A Highland Auction" and "Ossian's Grave," 1882;
+"Corrie, Isle of Arran," "Sunset Fires," "Nature's Mirror," "A Highland
+Harvest," 1883; and "Edinburgh from Salisbury Crag," 1887.
+
+
+J. FORBES-ROBERTSON.
+
+BORN 1853.
+
+Mr. Forbes-Robertson, who is the son of the well-known art critic and
+historian, Mr. John Forbes-Robertson, was educated at the Charterhouse,
+and afterwards at various art schools in France and Germany. Being
+intended for an artist, he in due course entered the Royal Academy as a
+student, where he proved a most promising pupil, but his great natural
+bent towards the stage was too strong to be overcome, and he made his
+_debut_ as _Chastelard_ in "Marie Stuart," at the Princess's. He rapidly
+made a very high reputation, especially as _Baron Scarpia_ in "La
+Tosca," in which he displayed extraordinary passion, power, and
+earnestness. At the present time he is appearing in the remarkable
+revival of "Diplomacy" at the Garrick.
+
+[Illustration: AGE 12.
+
+_From a Photograph._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 21.
+
+_From a Photo. by The London Stereo. Co._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 28.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+
+EDWARD LLOYD.
+
+BORN 1845.
+
+Mr. Edward Lloyd, the famous tenor vocalist, was born in London in 1845.
+When seven years of age he entered Westminster Abbey choir. Afterwards
+he became solo tenor at the Chapel Royal, St. James's. Mr. Lloyd sang in
+Novello's Concerts in 1867, and at the Gloucester Festival in 1871,
+where he attracted much attention by his part in Bach's "Passion." In
+1888 he went on tour in America, and sang in the Cincinnati Festival. In
+the same year he sang also in the Handel Festival; and was principal
+tenor in the Leeds Musical Festival in 1889. Mr. Edward Lloyd is an
+artist "to the manner born," gifted with a perfect ear, a voice not only
+of exquisite quality, but of remarkable flexibility, and is without
+doubt the most popular tenor now before the public.
+
+[Illustration: AGE 17.
+
+_From a Photo. by Alder Bros., Cheltenham._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 21.
+
+_From a Photo. by Mayland, Cambridge._]
+
+[Illustration: AGE 26.
+
+_From a Photo. by Thomas, Gloucester._]
+
+[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
+
+_From a Photo. by Falk, New York._]
+
+
+
+
+_The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes._
+
+XVIII.--THE ADVENTURE OF THE MUSGRAVE RITUAL.
+
+BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
+
+
+An anomaly which often struck me in the character of my friend Sherlock
+Holmes was that, although in his methods of thought he was the neatest
+and most methodical of mankind, and although also he affected a certain
+quiet primness of dress, he was none the less in his personal habits one
+of the most untidy men that ever drove a fellow-lodger to distraction.
+Not that I am in the least conventional in that respect myself. The
+rough-and-tumble work in Afghanistan, coming on the top of a natural
+Bohemianism of disposition, has made me rather more lax than befits a
+medical man. But with me there is a limit, and when I find a man who
+keeps his cigars in the coal-scuttle, his tobacco in the toe end of a
+Persian slipper, and his unanswered correspondence transfixed by a
+jack-knife into the very centre of his wooden mantelpiece, then I begin
+to give myself virtuous airs. I have always held, too, that pistol
+practice should distinctly be an open-air pastime; and when Holmes in
+one of his queer humours would sit in an arm-chair, with his
+hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges, and proceed to adorn the
+opposite wall with a patriotic V. R. done in bullet-pocks, I felt
+strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was
+improved by it.
+
+Our chambers were always full of chemicals and of criminal relics, which
+had a way of wandering into unlikely positions, and of turning up in the
+butter-dish, or in even less desirable places. But his papers were my
+great crux. He had a horror of destroying documents, especially those
+which were connected with his past cases, and yet it was only once in
+every year or two that he would muster energy to docket and arrange
+them, for as I have mentioned somewhere in these incoherent memoirs, the
+outbursts of passionate energy when he performed the remarkable feats
+with which his name is associated were followed by reactions of
+lethargy, during which he would lie about with his violin and his books,
+hardly moving, save from the sofa to the table. Thus month after month
+his papers accumulated, until every corner of the room was stacked with
+bundles of manuscript which were on no account to be burned, and which
+could not be put away save by their owner.
+
+One winter's night, as we sat together by the fire, I ventured to
+suggest to him that as he had finished pasting extracts into his
+commonplace book he might employ the next two hours in making our room a
+little more habitable. He could not deny the justice of my request, so
+with a rather rueful face he went off to his bedroom, from which he
+returned presently pulling a large tin box behind him. This he placed in
+the middle of the floor, and squatting down upon a stool in front of it
+he threw back the lid. I could see that it was already a third full of
+bundles of paper tied up with red tape into separate packages.
+
+"There are cases enough here, Watson," said he, looking at me with
+mischievous eyes. "I think that if you knew all that I had in this box
+you would ask me to pull some out instead of putting others in."
+
+"These are the records of your early work, then?" I asked. "I have often
+wished that I had notes of those cases."
+
+"Yes, my boy; these were all done prematurely, before my biographer had
+come to glorify me." He lifted bundle after bundle in a tender,
+caressing sort of way. "They are not all successes, Watson," said he,
+"but there are some pretty little problems among them. Here's the record
+of the Tarleton murders, and the case of Vamberry, the wine merchant,
+and the adventure of the old Russian woman, and the singular affair of
+the aluminium crutch, as well as a full account of Ricoletti of the club
+foot and his abominable wife. And here--ah, now! this really is
+something a little recherche."
+
+He dived his arm down to the bottom of the chest, and brought up a small
+wooden box, with a sliding lid, such as children's toys are kept in.
+From within he produced a crumpled piece of paper, an old-fashioned
+brass key, a peg of wood with a ball of string attached to it, and
+three rusty old discs of metal.
+
+"Well, my boy, what do you make of this lot?" he asked, smiling at my
+expression.
+
+"It is a curious collection."
+
+[Illustration: "A CURIOUS COLLECTION."]
+
+"Very curious, and the story that hangs round it will strike you as
+being more curious still."
+
+"These relics have a history, then?"
+
+"So much so that they _are_ history."
+
+"What do you mean by that?"
+
+Sherlock Holmes picked them up one by one, and laid them along the edge
+of the table. Then he reseated himself in his chair, and looked them
+over with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.
+
+"These," said he, "are all that I have left to remind me of 'The
+Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual.'"
+
+I had heard him mention the case more than once, though I had never been
+able to gather the details.
+
+"I should be so glad," said I, "if you would give me an account of it."
+
+"And leave the litter as it is," he cried, mischievously. "Your tidiness
+won't bear much strain, after all, Watson. But I should be glad that you
+should add this case to your annals, for there are points in it which
+make it quite unique in the criminal records of this or, I believe, of
+any other country. A collection of my trifling achievements would
+certainly be incomplete which contained no account of this very singular
+business.
+
+"You may remember how the affair of the _Gloria Scott_, and my
+conversation with the unhappy man whose fate I told you of, first turned
+my attention in the direction of the profession which has become my
+life's work. You see me now when my name has become known far and wide,
+and when I am generally recognised both by the public and by the
+official force as being a final court of appeal in doubtful cases. Even
+when you knew me first, at the time of the affair which you have
+commemorated in 'A Study in Scarlet,' I had already established a
+considerable, though not a very lucrative, connection. You can hardly
+realize, then, how difficult I found it at first, and how long I had to
+wait before I succeeded in making any headway.
+
+"When I first came up to London I had rooms in Montague Street, just
+round the corner from the British Museum, and there I waited, filling in
+my too abundant leisure time by studying all those branches of science
+which might make me more efficient. Now and again cases came in my way
+principally through the introduction of old fellow students, for during
+my last years at the university there was a good deal of talk there
+about myself and my methods. The third of these cases was that of the
+Musgrave Ritual, and it is to the interest which was aroused by that
+singular chain of events, and the large issues which proved to be at
+stake, that I trace my first stride towards the position which I now
+hold.
+
+"Reginald Musgrave had been in the same college as myself, and I had
+some slight acquaintance with him. He was not generally popular among
+the undergraduates, though it always seemed to me that what was set down
+as pride was really an attempt to cover extreme natural diffidence. In
+appearance he was a man of an exceedingly aristocratic type, thin,
+high-nosed, and large-eyed, with languid and yet courtly manners. He was
+indeed a scion of one of the very oldest families in the kingdom, though
+his branch was a cadet one which had separated from the Northern
+Musgraves some time in the sixteenth century, and had established itself
+in Western Sussex, where the manor house of Hurlstone is perhaps the
+oldest inhabited building in the county. Something of his birthplace
+seemed to cling to the man, and I never looked at his pale, keen face,
+or the poise of his head without associating him with grey archways and
+mullioned windows and all the venerable wreckage of a feudal keep. Once
+or twice we drifted into talk, and I can remember that more than once he
+expressed a keen interest in my methods of observation and inference.
+
+"For four years I had seen nothing of him, until one morning he walked
+into my room in Montague Street. He had changed little, was dressed like
+a young man of fashion--he was always a bit of a dandy--and preserved
+the same quiet, suave manner which had formerly distinguished him.
+
+"'How has all gone with you, Musgrave?' I asked, after we had cordially
+shaken hands.
+
+"'You probably heard of my poor father's death,' said he. 'He was
+carried off about two years ago. Since then I have, of course, had the
+Hurlstone estates to manage, and as I am member for my district as well,
+my life has been a busy one; but I understand, Holmes, that you are
+turning to practical ends those powers with which you used to amaze us?'
+
+"'Yes,' said I, 'I have taken to living by my wits.'
+
+"'I am delighted to hear it, for your advice at present would be
+exceedingly valuable to me. We have had some very strange doings at
+Hurlstone, and the police have been able to throw no light upon the
+matter. It is really the most extraordinary and inexplicable business.'
+
+[Illustration: REGINALD MUSGRAVE]
+
+"You can imagine with what eagerness I listened to him, Watson, for the
+very chance for which I had been panting during all those months of
+inaction seemed to have come within my reach. In my inmost heart I
+believed that I could succeed where others failed, and now I had the
+opportunity to test myself.
+
+"'Pray let me have the details,' I cried.
+
+"Reginald Musgrave sat down opposite to me, and lit the cigarette which
+I had pushed towards him.
+
+"'You must know,' said he, 'that though I am a bachelor I have to keep
+up a considerable staff of servants at Hurlstone, for it is a rambling
+old place, and takes a good deal of looking after. I preserve, too, and
+in the pheasant months I usually have a house party, so that it would
+not do to be short-handed. Altogether there are eight maids, the cook,
+the butler, two footmen, and a boy. The garden and the stables, of
+course, have a separate staff.
+
+"'Of these servants the one who had been longest in our service was
+Brunton, the butler. He was a young schoolmaster out of place when he
+was first taken up by my father, but he was a man of great energy and
+character, and he soon became quite invaluable in the household. He was
+a well-grown, handsome man, with a splendid forehead, and though he has
+been with us for twenty years he cannot be more than forty now. With his
+personal advantages and his extraordinary gifts, for he can speak
+several languages and play nearly every musical instrument, it is
+wonderful that he should have been satisfied so long in such a position,
+but I suppose that he was comfortable and lacked energy to make any
+change. The butler of Hurlstone is always a thing that is remembered by
+all who visit us.
+
+"'But this paragon has one fault. He is a bit of a Don Juan, and you can
+imagine that for a man like him it is not a very difficult part to play
+in a quiet country district.
+
+"'When he was married it was all right, but since he has been a widower
+we have had no end of trouble with him. A few months ago we were in
+hopes that he was about to settle down again, for he became engaged to
+Rachel Howells, our second housemaid, but he has thrown her over since
+then and taken up with Janet Tregellis, the daughter of the head
+gamekeeper. Rachel, who is a very good girl, but of an excitable Welsh
+temperament, had a sharp touch of brain fever, and goes about the house
+now--or did until yesterday--like a black-eyed shadow of her former
+self. That was our first drama at Hurlstone, but a second one came to
+drive it from our minds, and it was prefaced by the disgrace and
+dismissal of butler Brunton.
+
+"'This is how it came about. I have said that the man was intelligent,
+and this very intelligence has caused his ruin, for it seems to have led
+to an insatiable curiosity about things which did not in the least
+concern him. I had no idea of the lengths to which this would carry him
+until the merest accident opened my eyes to it.
+
+"'I have said that the house is a rambling one. One night last week--on
+Thursday night, to be more exact--I found that I could not sleep, having
+foolishly taken a cup of strong _cafe noir_ after my dinner. After
+struggling against it until two in the morning I felt that it was quite
+hopeless, so I rose and lit the candle with the intention of continuing
+a novel which I was reading. The book, however, had been left in the
+billiard-room, so I pulled on my dressing-gown and started off to get
+it.
+
+"'In order to reach the billiard-room I had to descend a flight of
+stairs, and then to cross the head of a passage which led to the library
+and the gun-room. You can imagine my surprise when as I looked down this
+corridor I saw a glimmer of light coming from the open door of the
+library. I had myself extinguished the lamp and closed the door before
+coming to bed. Naturally, my first thought was of burglars. The
+corridors at Hurlstone have their walls largely decorated with trophies
+of old weapons. From one of these I picked a battle-axe, and then,
+leaving my candle behind me, I crept on tip-toe down the passage and
+peeped in at the open door.
+
+"'Brunton, the butler, was in the library. He was sitting, fully
+dressed, in an easy chair, with a slip of paper, which looked like a
+map, upon his knee, and his forehead sunk forward upon his hand in deep
+thought. I stood, dumb with astonishment, watching him from the
+darkness. A small taper on the edge of the table shed a feeble light,
+which sufficed to show me that he was fully dressed. Suddenly, as I
+looked, he rose from his chair, and walking over to a bureau at the side
+he unlocked it and drew out one of the drawers. From this he took a
+paper, and, returning to his seat, he flattened it out beside the taper
+on the edge of the table, and began to study it with minute attention.
+My indignation at this calm examination of our family documents overcame
+me so far that I took a step forward, and Brunton looking up saw me
+standing in the doorway. He sprang to his feet, his face turned livid
+with fear, and he thrust into his breast the chart-like paper which he
+had been originally studying.
+
+"'So!' said I, 'this is how you repay the trust which we have reposed in
+you! You will leave my service to-morrow.'
+
+"'He bowed with the look of a man who is utterly crushed, and slunk past
+me without a word. The taper was still on the table, and by its light I
+glanced to see what the paper was which Brunton had taken from the
+bureau. To my surprise it was nothing of any importance at all, but
+simply a copy of the questions and answers in the singular old
+observance called the Musgrave Ritual. It is a sort of ceremony peculiar
+to our family, which each Musgrave for centuries past has gone through
+upon his coming of age--a thing of private interest, and perhaps of some
+little importance to the archaeologist, like our own blazonings and
+charges, but of no practical use whatever.'
+
+[Illustration: "HE SPRANG TO HIS FEET."]
+
+"'We had better come back to the paper afterwards,' said I.
+
+"'If you think it really necessary,' he answered, with some hesitation.
+'To continue my statement, however, I re-locked the bureau, using the
+key which Brunton had left, and I had turned to go, when I was surprised
+to find that the butler had returned and was standing before me.
+
+"'Mr. Musgrave, sir,' he cried, in a voice which was hoarse with
+emotion, 'I can't bear disgrace, sir. I've always been proud above my
+station in life, and disgrace would kill me. My blood will be on your
+head, sir--it will, indeed--if you drive me to despair. If you cannot
+keep me after what has passed, then for God's sake let me give you
+notice and leave in a month, as if of my own free will. I could stand
+that, Mr. Musgrave, but not to be cast out before all the folk that I
+know so well.'
+
+"'You don't deserve much consideration, Brunton,' I answered. 'Your
+conduct has been most infamous. However, as you have been a long time in
+the family, I have no wish to bring public disgrace upon you. A month,
+however, is too long. Take yourself away in a week, and give what reason
+you like for going.'
+
+"'Only a week, sir?' he cried in a despairing voice. 'A fortnight--say
+at least a fortnight.'
+
+"'A week,' I repeated, 'and you may consider yourself to have been very
+leniently dealt with.'
+
+"'He crept away, his face sunk upon his breast, like a broken man, while
+I put out the light and returned to my room.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+"'For two days after this Brunton was most assiduous in his attention to
+his duties. I made no allusion to what had passed, and waited with some
+curiosity to see how he would cover his disgrace. On the third morning,
+however, he did not appear, as was his custom, after breakfast to
+receive my instructions for the day. As I left the dining-room I
+happened to meet Rachel Howells, the maid. I have told you that she had
+only recently recovered from an illness, and was looking so wretchedly
+pale and wan that I remonstrated with her for being at work.
+
+"'You should be in bed,' I said. 'Come back to your duties when you are
+stronger.'
+
+"'She looked at me with so strange an expression that I began to suspect
+that her brain was affected.
+
+"'I am strong enough, Mr. Musgrave,' said she.
+
+"'We will see what the doctor says,' I answered. 'You must stop work
+now, and when you go downstairs just say that I wish to see Brunton.'
+
+"'The butler is gone,' said she.
+
+"'Gone! Gone where?'
+
+"'He is gone. No one has seen him. He is not in his room. Oh, yes, he is
+gone--he is gone!' She fell back against the wall with shriek after
+shriek of laughter, while I, horrified at this sudden hysterical attack,
+rushed to the bell to summon help. The girl was taken to her room, still
+screaming and sobbing, while I made inquiries about Brunton. There was
+no doubt about it that he had disappeared. His bed had not been slept
+in; he had been seen by no one since he had retired to his room the
+night before; and yet it was difficult to see how he could have left the
+house, as both windows and doors were found to be fastened in the
+morning. His clothes, his watch, and even his money were in his
+room--but the black suit which he usually wore was missing. His
+slippers, too, were gone, but his boots were left behind. Where, then,
+could butler Brunton have gone in the night, and what could have become
+of him now?
+
+"'Of course we searched the house from cellar to garret, but there was
+no trace of him. It is as I have said a labyrinth of an old house,
+especially the original wing, which is now practically uninhabited, but
+we ransacked every room and cellar without discovering the least sign of
+the missing man. It was incredible to me that he could have gone away
+leaving all his property behind him, and yet where could he be? I called
+in the local police, but without success. Rain had fallen on the night
+before, and we examined the lawn and the paths all round the house, but
+in vain. Matters were in this state when a new development quite drew
+our attention away from the original mystery.
+
+"'For two days Rachel Howells had been so ill, sometimes delirious,
+sometimes hysterical, that a nurse had been employed to sit up with her
+at night. On the third night after Brunton's disappearance the nurse,
+finding her patient sleeping nicely, had dropped into a nap in the
+arm-chair, when she woke in the early morning to find the bed empty, the
+window open, and no signs of the invalid. I was instantly aroused, and
+with the two footmen started off at once in search of the missing girl.
+It was not difficult to tell the direction which she had taken, for,
+starting from under her window, we could follow her footmarks easily
+across the lawn to the edge of the mere, where they vanished, close to
+the gravel path which leads out of the grounds. The lake there is 8 ft.
+deep, and you can imagine our feelings when we saw that the trail of the
+poor demented girl came to an end at the edge of it.
+
+"'Of course, we had the drags at once, and set to work to recover the
+remains; but no trace of the body could we find. On the other hand, we
+brought to the surface an object of a most unexpected kind. It was a
+linen bag, which contained within it a mass of old rusted and
+discoloured metal and several dull-coloured pieces of pebble or glass.
+This strange find was all that we could get from the mere, and although
+we made every possible search and inquiry yesterday, we know nothing of
+the fate either of Rachel Howells or Richard Brunton. The county police
+are at their wits' end, and I have come up to you as a last resource.'
+
+"You can imagine, Watson, with what eagerness I listened to this
+extraordinary sequence of events, and endeavoured to piece them
+together, and to devise some common thread upon which they might all
+hang.
+
+"The butler was gone. The maid was gone. The maid had loved the butler,
+but had afterwards had cause to hate him. She was of Welsh blood, fiery
+and passionate. She had been terribly excited immediately after his
+disappearance. She had flung into the lake a bag containing some curious
+contents. These were all factors which had to be taken into
+consideration, and yet none of them got quite to the heart of the
+matter. What was the starting point of this chain of events? There lay
+the end of this tangled line.
+
+"'I must see that paper, Musgrave,' said I, 'which this butler of yours
+thought it worth his while to consult, even at the risk of the loss of
+his place.'
+
+"'It is rather an absurd business, this Ritual of ours,' he answered,
+'but it has at least the saving grace of antiquity to excuse it. I have
+a copy of the questions and answers here, if you care to ran your eye
+over them.'
+
+"He handed me the very paper which I have here, Watson, and this is the
+strange catechism to which each Musgrave had to submit when he came to
+man's estate. I will read you the questions and answers as they stand:--
+
+"'Whose was it?
+
+"'His who is gone.
+
+"'Who shall have it?
+
+"'He who will come.
+
+"'Where was the sun?
+
+"'Over the oak.
+
+"'Where was the shadow?
+
+"'Under the elm.
+
+"'How was it stepped?
+
+"'North by ten and by ten, east by five and by five, south by two and
+by two, west by one and by one, and so under.
+
+"'What shall we give for it?
+
+"'All that is ours.
+
+"'Why should we give it?
+
+"'For the sake of the trust.'
+
+"'The original has no date, but is in the spelling of the middle of the
+seventeenth century,' remarked Musgrave. 'I am afraid, however, that it
+can be of little help to you in solving this mystery.'
+
+"'At least,' said I, 'it gives us another mystery, and one which is even
+more interesting than the first. It may be that the solution of the one
+may prove to be the solution of the other. You will excuse me, Musgrave,
+if I say that your butler appears to me to have been a very clever man,
+and to have had a clearer insight than ten generations of his masters.'
+
+"'I hardly follow you,' said Musgrave. 'The paper seems to me to be of
+no practical importance.'
+
+"'But to me it seems immensely practical, and I fancy that Brunton took
+the same view. He had probably seen it before that night on which you
+caught him.'
+
+"'It is very possible. We took no pains to hide it.'
+
+"'He simply wished, I should imagine, to refresh his memory upon that
+last occasion. He had, as I understand, some sort of map or chart which
+he was comparing with the manuscript, and which he thrust into his
+pocket when you appeared?'
+
+"'That is true. But what could he have to do with this old family custom
+of ours, and what does this rigmarole mean?'
+
+"'I don't think that we should have much difficulty in determining
+that,' said I. 'With your permission we will take the first train down
+to Sussex and go a little more deeply into the matter upon the spot.'
+
+"The same afternoon saw us both at Hurlstone. Possibly you have seen
+pictures and read descriptions of the famous old building, so I will
+confine my account of it to saying that it is built in the shape of an
+<b>L</b>, the long arm being the more modern portion, and the shorter the
+ancient nucleus from which the other has developed. Over the low,
+heavy-lintelled door, in the centre of this old part, is chiselled the
+date 1607, but experts are agreed that the beams and stone-work are
+really much older than this. The enormously thick walls and tiny windows
+of this part had in the last century driven the family into building the
+new wing, and the old one was used now as a storehouse and a cellar when
+it was used at all. A splendid park, with fine old timber, surrounded
+the house, and the lake, to which my client had referred, lay close to
+the avenue, about two hundred yards from the building.
+
+[Illustration: "IT HAS A GIRTH OF TWENTY-THREE FEET."]
+
+"I was already firmly convinced, Watson, that there were not three
+separate mysteries here, but one only, and that if I could read the
+Musgrave Ritual aright, I should hold in my hand the clue which would
+lead me to the truth concerning both the butler Brunton and the maid
+Howells. To that, then, I turned all my energies. Why should this
+servant be so anxious to master this old formula? Evidently because he
+saw something in it which had escaped all those generations of country
+squires, and from which he expected some personal advantage. What was
+it, then, and how had it affected his fate?
+
+"It was perfectly obvious to me on reading the Ritual that the
+measurements must refer to some spot to which the rest of the document
+alluded, and that if we could find that spot we should be in a fair way
+towards knowing what the secret was which the old Musgraves had thought
+it necessary to embalm in so curious a fashion. There were two guides
+given us to start with, an oak and an elm. As to the oak, there could be
+no question at all. Right in front of the house, upon the left-hand side
+of the drive, there stood a patriarch among oaks, one of the most
+magnificent trees that I have ever seen.
+
+"'That was there when your Ritual was drawn up?' said I, as we drove
+past it.
+
+"'It was there at the Norman Conquest, in all probability,' he answered.
+'It has a girth of 23 ft.'
+
+"Here was one of my fixed points secured.
+
+"'Have you any old elms?' I asked.
+
+"'There used to be a very old one over yonder, but it was struck by
+lightning ten years ago, and we cut down the stump.'
+
+"'You can see where it used to be?'
+
+"'Oh, yes.'
+
+"'There are no other elms?'
+
+"'No old ones, but plenty of beeches.'
+
+"'I should like to see where it grew.'
+
+"'We had driven up in a dog-cart, and my client led me away at once,
+without our entering the house, to the scar on the lawn where the elm
+had stood. It was nearly midway between the oak and the house. My
+investigation seemed to be progressing.
+
+"'I suppose it is impossible to find out how high the elm was?' I asked.
+
+"'I can give you it at once. It was 64 ft.'
+
+"'How do you come to know it?' I asked in surprise.
+
+"'When my old tutor used to give me an exercise in trigonometry it
+always took the shape of measuring heights. When I was a lad I worked
+out every tree and building on the estate.'
+
+"This was an unexpected piece of luck. My data were coming more quickly
+than I could have reasonably hoped.
+
+"'Tell me,' I asked, 'did your butler ever ask you such a question?'
+
+"Reginald Musgrave looked at me in astonishment. 'Now that you call it
+to my mind,' he answered, 'Brunton _did_ ask me about the height of the
+tree some months ago, in connection with some little argument with the
+groom.'
+
+"This was excellent news, Watson, for it showed me that I was on the
+right road. I looked up at the sun. It was low in the heavens, and I
+calculated that in less than an hour it would lie just above the topmost
+branches of the old oak. One condition mentioned in the Ritual would
+then be fulfilled. And the shadow of the elm must mean the further end
+of the shadow, otherwise the trunk would have been chosen as the guide.
+I had then to find where the far end of the shadow would fall when the
+sun was just clear of the oak."
+
+"That must have been difficult, Holmes, when the elm was no longer
+there."
+
+"Well, at least, I knew that if Brunton could do it I could also.
+Besides, there was no real difficulty. I went with Musgrave to his study
+and whittled myself this peg, to which I tied this long string, with a
+knot at each yard. Then I took two lengths of a fishing-rod, which came
+to just six feet, and I went back with my client to where the elm had
+been. The sun was just grazing the top of the oak. I fastened the rod on
+end, marked out the direction of the shadow, and measured it. It was 9
+ft. in length.
+
+"Of course, the calculation now was a simple one. If a rod of 6 ft.
+threw a shadow of 9 ft., a tree of 64 ft. would throw one of 96 ft., and
+the line of the one would of course be the line of the other. I measured
+out the distance, which brought me almost to the wall of the house, and
+I thrust a peg into the spot. You can imagine my exultation, Watson,
+when within 2 in. of my peg I saw a conical depression in the ground. I
+knew that it was the mark made by Brunton in his measurements, and that
+I was still upon his trail.
+
+"From this starting point I proceeded to step, having first taken the
+cardinal points by my pocket compass. Ten steps with each foot took me
+along parallel with the wall of the house, and again I marked my spot
+with a peg. Then I carefully paced off five to the east and two to the
+south. It brought me to the very threshold of the old door. Two steps to
+the west meant now that I was to go two paces down the stone-flagged
+passage, and this was the place indicated by the Ritual.
+
+"Never have I felt such a cold chill of disappointment, Watson. For a
+moment it seemed to me that there must be some radical mistake in my
+calculations. The setting sun shone full upon the passage floor, and I
+could see that the old foot-worn grey stones, with which it was paved,
+were firmly cemented together, and had certainly not been moved for many
+a long year. Brunton had not been at work here. I tapped upon the floor,
+but it sounded the same all over, and there was no sign of any crack or
+crevice. But fortunately, Musgrave, who had begun to appreciate the
+meaning of my proceedings, and who was now as excited as myself, took
+out his manuscript to check my calculations.
+
+[Illustration: "THIS WAS THE PLACE INDICATED."]
+
+"'And under,' he cried: 'you have omitted the "and under."'
+
+"I had thought that it meant that we were to dig, but now of course I
+saw at once that I was wrong. 'There is a cellar under this, then?' I
+cried.
+
+"'Yes, and as old as the house. Down here, through this door.'
+
+"We went down a winding stone stair, and my companion, striking a match,
+lit a large lantern which stood on a barrel in the corner. In an instant
+it was obvious that we had at last come upon the true place, and that we
+had not been the only people to visit the spot recently.
+
+"It had been used for the storage of wood, but the billets, which had
+evidently been littered over the floor, were now piled at the sides so
+as to leave a clear space in the middle. In this space lay a large and
+heavy flagstone, with a rusted iron ring in the centre, to which a thick
+shepherd's check muffler was attached.
+
+"'By Jove!' cried my client, 'that's Brunton's muffler. I have seen it
+on him, and could swear to it. What has the villain been doing here?'
+
+"At my suggestion a couple of the county police were summoned to be
+present, and I then endeavoured to raise the stone by pulling on the
+cravat. I could only move it slightly, and it was with the aid of one of
+the constables that I succeeded at last in carrying it to one side. A
+black hole yawned beneath, into which we all peered, while Musgrave,
+kneeling at the side, pushed down the lantern.
+
+"A small chamber about 7 ft. deep and 4 ft. square lay open to us. At
+one side of this was a squat, brass-bound, wooden box, the lid of which
+was hinged upwards, with this curious, old-fashioned key projecting from
+the lock. It was furred outside by a thick layer of dust, and damp and
+worms had eaten through the wood so that a crop of livid fungi was
+growing on the inside of it. Several discs of metal--old coins
+apparently--such as I hold here, were scattered over the bottom of the
+box, but it contained nothing else.
+
+"At the moment, however, we had no thought for the old chest, for our
+eyes were riveted upon that which crouched beside it. It was the figure
+of a man, clad in a suit of black, who squatted down upon his hams with
+his forehead sunk upon the edge of the box and his two arms thrown out
+on each side of it. The attitude had drawn all the stagnant blood to the
+face, and no man could have recognised that distorted, liver-coloured
+countenance; but his height, his dress, and his hair were all sufficient
+to show my client, when we had drawn the body up, that it was, indeed,
+his missing butler. He had been dead some days, but there was no wound
+or bruise upon his person to show how he had met his dreadful end. When
+his body had been carried from the cellar we found ourselves still
+confronted with a problem which was almost as formidable as that with
+which we had started.
+
+[Illustration: "IT WAS THE FIGURE OF A MAN."]
+
+"I confess that so far, Watson, I had been disappointed in my
+investigation. I had reckoned upon solving the matter when once I had
+found the place referred to in the Ritual; but now I was there, and was
+apparently as far as ever from knowing what it was which the family had
+concealed with such elaborate precautions. It is true that I had thrown
+a light upon the fate of Brunton, but now I had to ascertain how that
+fate had come upon him, and what part had been played in the matter by
+the woman who had disappeared. I sat down upon a keg in the corner and
+thought the whole matter carefully over.
+
+"You know my methods in such cases, Watson: I put myself in the man's
+place, and having first gauged his intelligence, I try to imagine how I
+should myself have proceeded under the same circumstances. In this case
+the matter was simplified by Brunton's intelligence being quite first
+rate, so that it was unnecessary to make any allowance for the personal
+equation, as the astronomers have dubbed it. He knew that something
+valuable was concealed. He had spotted the place. He found that the
+stone which covered it was just too heavy for a man to move unaided.
+What would he do next? He could not get help from outside, even if he
+had someone whom he could trust, without the unbarring of doors, and
+considerable risk of detection. It was better, if he could, to have his
+helpmate inside the house. But whom could he ask? This girl had been
+devoted to him. A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have
+finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her. He
+would try by a few attentions to make his peace with the girl Howells,
+and then would engage her as his accomplice. Together they would come at
+night to the cellar, and their united force would suffice to raise the
+stone. So far I could follow their actions as if I had actually seen
+them.
+
+"But for two of them, and one a woman, it must have been heavy work, the
+raising of that stone. A burly Sussex policeman and I had found it no
+light job. What would they do to assist them? Probably what I should
+have done myself. I rose and examined carefully the different billets of
+wood which were scattered round the floor. Almost at once I came upon
+what I expected. One piece, about 3 ft. in length, had a marked
+indentation at one end, while several were flattened at the sides as if
+they had been compressed by some considerable weight. Evidently as they
+had dragged the stone up they had thrust the chunks of wood into the
+chink, until at last, when the opening was large enough to crawl
+through, they would hold it open by a billet placed length-wise, which
+might very well become indented at the lower end, since the whole weight
+of the stone would press it down on to the edge of this other slab. So
+far I was still on safe ground.
+
+"And now, how was I to proceed to reconstruct this midnight drama?
+Clearly only one could get into the hole, and that one was Brunton. The
+girl must have waited above. Brunton then unlocked the box, handed up
+the contents, presumably--since they were not to be found--and then--and
+then what happened?
+
+"What smouldering fire of vengeance had suddenly sprung into flame in
+this passionate Celtic woman's soul when she saw the man who had
+wronged her--wronged her perhaps far more than we suspected--in her
+power? Was it a chance that the wood had slipped and that the stone had
+shut Brunton into what had become his sepulchre? Had she only been
+guilty of silence as to his fate? Or had some sudden blow from her hand
+dashed the support away and sent the slab crashing down into its place.
+Be that as it might, I seemed to see that woman's figure, still
+clutching at her treasure-trove, and flying wildly up the winding stair
+with her ears ringing perhaps with the muffled screams from behind her,
+and with the drumming of frenzied hands against the slab of stone which
+was choking her faithless lover's life out.
+
+"Here was the secret of her blanched face, her shaken nerves, her peals
+of hysterical laughter on the next morning. But what had been in the
+box? What had she done with that? Of course, it must have been the old
+metal and pebbles which my client had dragged from the mere. She had
+thrown them in there at the first opportunity, to remove the last trace
+of her crime.
+
+"For twenty minutes I had sat motionless thinking the matter out.
+Musgrave still stood with a very pale face swinging his lantern and
+peering down into the hole.
+
+"'These are coins of Charles I.,' said he, holding out the few which had
+been left in the box. 'You see we were right in fixing our date for the
+Ritual.'
+
+"'We may find something else of Charles I.,' I cried, as the probable
+meaning of the first two questions of the Ritual broke suddenly upon me.
+'Let me see the contents of the bag which you fished from the mere.'
+
+"We ascended to his study, and he laid the debris before me. I could
+understand his regarding it as of small importance when I looked at it,
+for the metal was almost black, and the stones lustreless and dull. I
+rubbed one of them on my sleeve, however, and it glowed afterwards like
+a spark, in the dark hollow of my hand. The metal-work was in the form
+of a double ring, but it had been bent and twisted out of its original
+shape.
+
+"'You must bear in mind,' said I, 'that the Royal party made head in
+England even after the death of the King, and that when they at last
+fled they probably left many of their most precious possessions buried
+behind them, with the intention of returning for them in more peaceful
+times.'
+
+"'My ancestor, Sir Ralph Musgrave, was a prominent Cavalier, and the
+right-hand man of Charles II. in his wanderings,' said my friend.
+
+"'Ah, indeed!' I answered. 'Well, now, I think that really should give
+us the last link that we wanted. I must congratulate you on coming into
+the possession, though in rather a tragic manner, of a relic which is of
+great intrinsic value, but of even greater importance as an historical
+curiosity.'
+
+"'What is it, then?' he gasped in astonishment.
+
+"'It is nothing less than the ancient crown of the Kings of England.'
+
+"'The crown!'
+
+"'Precisely. Consider what the Ritual says. How does it run? "Whose was
+it?" "His who is gone." That was after the execution of Charles. Then,
+"Who shall have it?" "He who will come." That was Charles II., whose
+advent was already foreseen. There can I think be no doubt that this
+battered and shapeless diadem once encircled the brows of the Royal
+Stuarts.'
+
+"'And how came it in the pond?'
+
+"'Ah, that is a question which will take some time to answer,' and with
+that I sketched out to him the whole long chain of surmise and of proof
+which I had constructed. The twilight had closed in and the moon was
+shining brightly in the sky before my narrative was finished.
+
+"'And how was it, then, that Charles did not get his crown when he
+returned?' asked Musgrave, pushing back the relic into its linen bag.
+
+"'Ah, there you lay your finger upon the one point which we shall
+probably never be able to clear up. It is likely that the Musgrave who
+held the secret died in the interval, and by some oversight left this
+guide to his descendant without explaining the meaning of it. From that
+day to this it has been handed down from father to son, until at last it
+came within reach of a man who tore its secret out of it and lost his
+life in the venture.'
+
+"And that's the story of the Musgrave Ritual, Watson. They have the
+crown down at Hurlstone--though they had some legal bother, and a
+considerable sum to pay before they were allowed to retain it. I am sure
+that if you mentioned my name they would be happy to show it to you. Of
+the woman nothing was ever heard, and the probability is that she got
+away out of England, and carried herself, and the memory of her crime,
+to some land beyond the seas."
+
+
+
+
+_From Behind the Speaker's Chair._
+
+V.
+
+(VIEWED BY HENRY W. LUCY.)
+
+
+SIR CHARLES LEWIS.
+
+The history of Sir Charles Lewis, long time member for Derry, who sat in
+the last Parliament for North Antrim, is full of instruction for young
+members. Mr. Charles Lewis, as he was most familiarly known, entered the
+House as member for Derry in 1872, representing the city for just
+fourteen years. He was returned again at the General Election of 1886;
+and it was part of the evil fate that pursued him through his
+Parliamentary career that he should have been unseated on a petition. In
+the following February he was returned for North Antrim, and with the
+Salisbury Parliament disappeared from the political arena.
+
+[Illustration: SIR CHARLES LEWIS.]
+
+It was in the Session of 1874 that he bounded into fame. Conservatives
+were in high spirits, just entering under Mr. Disraeli's leadership upon
+a long lease of untrammelled power. Mr. Lewis, unnoticed in the
+preceding Parliament, came to the front in the earliest weeks of the new
+one, buzzing around in what some of his contemporaries were inclined to
+regard as an unnecessarily blatant manner. He attracted the notice of
+the _World_, just then founded, and, under the new and vigorous system
+of editorship inaugurated by Mr. Edmund Yates, boldly striking out for a
+leading place in weekly journalism. Mr. Lewis, whom his most relentless
+detractors would not accuse of lack of courage, resented the playfully
+bitter attacks of the _World_, and brought before Mr. Justice Coleridge
+and a special jury what, at the time, achieved some notoriety as the
+great White Waistcoat question.
+
+It must be admitted that whether a member of the House of Commons wears
+a white waistcoat or a black one is no business of anyone but himself;
+certainly has nothing to do with his political position. But of Mr.
+Lewis's once famous white waistcoat it may be said, as was written long
+ago in another connection, "which thing is an allegory." A white
+waistcoat worn in sultry weather with light tweed or other summer suit
+is appropriate to the occasion and pleasant to the eye. It was an
+indication of Mr. Lewis's character--perhaps too subtly, possibly
+erroneously, deduced--that in bleak March weather he should have
+breasted an angry House of Commons in a spacious white waistcoat, made
+all the more aggressive since it was worn in conjunction with a
+stubbornly-shaped black frock-coat and a pair of black trousers of
+uncompromising Derry cut. However it be, Mr. Lewis would stand no
+reflections upon his white waistcoat, and gave the new _World_ an
+appreciable fillip on its career by haling it into court on a charge of
+libel, which Lord Coleridge dismissed without thinking it necessary to
+trouble a jury.
+
+That was not a hopeful start for a new member. But Mr. Lewis was not the
+kind of man to be daunted by repulse. It supplies testimony to his
+strong personality that, whilst more or less damaging himself, he
+succeeded on more than one occasion in seriously compromising his
+political friends and the House itself. In the whirlwind that followed
+it was forgotten that it was Mr. Lewis (now Sir Charles, "B.B.K." as the
+Claimant put it) who brought about the appointment of the Parnell
+Commission and all it boded. When in May, 1887, the _Times_ published an
+article accusing Mr. Parnell of wilful and deliberate falsehood in
+denying his connection with P. J. Sheridan, Sir Charles Lewis reappeared
+on the scene, and, with protest of his desire that the Irish leader
+should have the earliest opportunity of clearing his character from the
+slur cast upon it, moved that the printers of the _Times_ be brought to
+the Bar on a charge of breach of privilege. Mr. W. H. Smith, then fresh
+to the leadership, did his best to shake off this inconvenient
+counsellor. Sir Charles's proposal was burked; but he had laid the
+powder, which was soon after fired and led to the successive explosions
+around the Parnell Commission.
+
+That in later life Sir Charles Lewis should have taken this precise
+means of bringing himself once more to the front was fresh proof of his
+courage. It was on an analogous motion that he had made his earliest
+mark. A Select Committee sitting on Foreign Loans, the morning papers
+had, as usual, given some report of the proceedings. But though this was
+customary, it was, none the less, technically a breach of Standing
+Order. Mr. Charles Lewis, availing himself of the existence of the
+anachronism, moved that the printers of the _Times_ and the _Daily News_
+be summoned to the Bar, charged with breach of privilege. Mr. Disraeli,
+then leader, did his best to get out of the difficulty. Mr. Lewis, in
+full flush with the white waistcoat, was inexorable. The printers were
+ordered to appear. They obeyed the summons, and the House finding itself
+in a position of ludicrous embarrassment, they were privily entreated to
+withdraw, and, above all, to be so good as to say nothing more on the
+matter.
+
+Never since the House of Commons grew out of the Wittenagemot has that
+august Assembly been brought so nearly into the position of Dogberry.
+"You shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in
+the Prince's name." "How, if a' will not stand?" queried the wary second
+watchman. "Why, then," said the unshakable City officer, "take no note
+of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch
+together, and thank God you are rid of a knave." Thus, in the spring of
+1875, under the temporary leadership of Mr. Charles Lewis, did the House
+of Commons act towards the representatives of the _Times_ and the _Daily
+News_, with the added embarrassment that the vagrom men in question had
+not refused to stand, but were even then in the lobby awaiting judgment.
+
+In the following Session Mr. Lewis succeeded in stirring up another
+historic scene. It was he who brought under the notice of the House of
+Commons Mr. Lowe's historic declaration, made in a speech delivered at
+Retford, that before Mr. Disraeli had undertaken to pass a Bill creating
+the Queen Empress of India, two other Prime Ministers had been
+approached on the subject by Her Majesty, and had declined to be a party
+to the proceedings. Mr. Lewis was utterly devoid of sense of humour, a
+poverty that largely accounts for his failure in public life. The only
+joke he ever made was unconsciously produced. It happened one night in
+Committee of Supply, when, girding at the Irish members opposite, he
+sarcastically expressed the hope that the vote before the Committee
+"would not prove another fly in the ointment to spoil the digestion of
+honourable gentlemen opposite."
+
+"Mr. Chairman," observed Mr. Delahunty, who then represented Waterford
+City, "we have many peculiarities in Ireland, but we don't eat
+ointment."
+
+Thus, though Mr. Lewis had no humour in his own nature, he was
+occasionally the cause of its ebullition in others. The short note he
+elicited from Mr. Lowe when he assumed the right to call the right hon.
+gentleman to task for this indiscretion hugely delighted the House of
+Commons.
+
+[Illustration: MR. LOWE.]
+
+"Sir," snapped Mr. Lowe, "my recent speech at Retford contains nothing
+relating to you. I must therefore decline to answer your questions."
+
+That would have shut up some men. It had the effect of inciting Mr.
+Charles Lewis to further action. He brought forward a motion for a
+return setting forth the text of the oath of Privy Councillors,
+explaining that he desired to show that Mr. Lowe had, in the disclosure
+made, violated his oath. There followed an animated and angry scene.
+Disraeli, whilst dealing a back-handed blow at the inconvenient friend
+behind him, struck out at his ancient enemy, Lowe, whose statement he
+said was "monstrous, if true." He added that he was permitted to state
+on the personal authority of the Queen it was absolutely without
+foundation.
+
+These are some of the episodes writ large in a notable Parliamentary
+career. Their range shows that Mr. Lewis was a man of high, if
+ill-directed, capacity. No mere blunderer could have stirred the depths
+of the House of Commons as from time to time he did. He was, in
+truth--and here is the pity of it--a man of great ability, an admirable
+speaker. If his instincts had been finer and his training more severe he
+would have made a position of quite another kind in Parliamentary
+annals. Vain, restless, with narrow views and strong prejudices, he was
+his own worst enemy. But he will not have lived in vain if new members,
+entering the House from whatever quarter, sitting on whichever side,
+will study his career, and apply its lesson. His character in its main
+bearings is by no means unfamiliar in the House of Commons. It was his
+special qualities of courage and capacity that made him so beneficially
+prominent as an example of what to avoid.
+
+
+CABINET SECRETS.
+
+Amongst the characteristics of the present Government that make them in
+Ministries a thing apart is the almost total absence of the air of
+mystery that, through the ages, has enveloped Cabinets and their
+consultations. Never in times ancient or modern was there on the eve of
+a new Session so little mystery about the intentions of the Government.
+There was still practised by the morning newspapers the dear old farce
+of purporting to forecast the unknown. On the morning that opens the new
+Session there appears in all well-conducted morning papers an article
+delivered in the style of the Priestess Pythia in the temple at Delphi.
+Nothing is positively assumed, but the public are told that when the
+Queen's Speech is disclosed "it will probably contain promise of
+legislation" on such a head, whilst it will "doubtless be found that Her
+Majesty's Ministers have not been unmindful of" such another question.
+
+This fashion was invented generations ago, either by the _Times_ or the
+_Morning Chronicle_. The editor, having access to those gilded saloons
+to which Lord Palmerston once made historic reference, or profiting by
+personal acquaintance with a Minister, obtained more or less full
+knowledge of what the Queen's Speech would contain. But he was bound in
+honour to preserve his informant from possibly inconvenient consequences
+of his garrulity, and so the oracular style was adopted. When other
+papers, put on the track, obtained information in the same way they
+adopted the same quaint practice, till now it has become deeply
+ingrained in journalism. To-day, whilst there is no secret of the
+sources of information very properly conveyed to the Press on the eve of
+the Session, this same style of dealing with it, in which Mr. Wemmick
+would have revelled, is sedulously observed.
+
+At the beginning of this Session other than newspaper editors had been
+made aware of the general legislative intentions of the Government.
+Ministers speaking at various public meetings had openly announced that
+their several departments were at the time engaged upon the preparation
+of particular Bills, the main directions of which were plainly
+indicated. It is true that details of the Home Rule Bill were lacking,
+though two or three weeks in advance of its presentation one journal,
+the _Speaker_, gave an exceedingly close summary of its clauses. But
+that a Home Rule Bill was to be introduced, that it would take
+precedence of all other measures, and that it would be thorough enough
+to satisfy the Irish members, were commonplaces of information long
+before the Speech was read in the House of Lords. It used to be
+different. Within the range of recent memory, the publication of the
+Queen's Speech, or at least a forecast in the morning papers, was the
+first authoritative indication of the drift of legislation in the new
+Session.
+
+[Illustration: LORD PALMERSTON.]
+
+Talking of this new departure with one of the oldest members of the
+House, he tells me a delightful story, which I have never found
+recalled in print, and it is too good to be buried in the pages of
+_Hansard_. At one time, in the run of the Parliament of 1859-65, Lord
+Palmerston being Premier, a rumour shook the political world, affirming
+the resignation of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Mr. Gladstone. The
+newspapers were neither so alert nor so well informed in those days, and
+the rumour drifted about, neither confirmed nor contradicted. At length,
+Mr. Horsman could stand the uncertainty no longer, and from his place in
+the House of Commons he asked Lord Palmerston whether there was any
+truth in the report.
+
+The Premier approached the table in his gravest manner, and the crowded
+House was hushed in silence for the anticipated disclosure. He had, he
+said, just come from a meeting of the Cabinet Council, and could not
+pretend to be uninformed on the matter of the question submitted to him.
+The House, however, knew how stringent was the oath of a Privy
+Councillor, and how impossible it was for one in ordinary circumstances
+either to affirm or deny a report current as to what had taken place
+within its doors. Lord Palmerston was evidently struggling between a
+desire to tell something and disinclination to tamper with his oath. As
+his manner grew more embarrassed, the interest of the House was
+quickened. All heads, including that of Mr. Horsman, were craned forward
+as he went on to observe that, perhaps, in the peculiar circumstances of
+the case, he would be justified in saying that, at the Council just
+held, the Chancellor of the Exchequer had been present and had displayed
+no sign of intended resignation.
+
+"In fact," said Lord Palmerston, turning round to face Mr. Horsman,
+seated at the corner bench below the Gangway, "_my right hon. friend has
+had his ear at the keyhole of the wrong door_."
+
+
+THE PARLIAMENTARY OLD GUARD.
+
+I have received a sheaf of correspondence arising out of the article in
+the February number, cataloguing the Old Guard who were in the House of
+Commons twenty years ago and stand there to-day. One or two demand
+acknowledgment as adding to the information there garnered. Mr. Thomas
+Whitworth, of Liverpool, a member of the House of Commons from 1869 to
+1874, has made independent investigation, with the result of adding
+several to the names I gave. These are Sir Charles Dalrymple, Mr. Duff
+(who has just retired from Parliament on his appointment to the
+Governorship of New South Wales), Sir Julian Goldsmid, Sir John Hibbert,
+Sir J. W. Pease, Mr. J. G. Talbot, Mr. Abel Smith, and Mr. James Round.
+Mr. Whitworth adds Mr. Charles Seeley. That is an error, since Mr.
+Seeley does not sit in the present Parliament--having been defeated at
+the General Election when he stood for the Rushcliffe Division of
+Nottinghamshire.
+
+[Illustration: MR. DUFF.]
+
+"Sir Thomas Lea (not Mr. Lea) was, in 1873," Mr. Whitworth writes,
+"member for Kidderminster, and is the only English member of that date
+who has changed into an Irish one."
+
+The present member for Londonderry was certainly "Mr." Lea in 1873, his
+baronetcy dating from 1892, being one of the recognitions made by Lord
+Salisbury of the services of the Dissentient Liberal allies. The
+reference to Sir William Dyke as Liberal Whip was, as the context shows,
+an obvious slip of the pen, Sir William having been for many years
+prominent in the Conservative ranks as an able Whip.
+
+One of the late Mr. Miall's kinsmen points out that "it was Edward
+Miall, M.P. for Bradford, not Charles," who, side by side with the late
+Mr. Fawcett, fought Mr. Gladstone on the Irish University Bill, and did
+much to bring about the subsequent _debacle_ of the Liberals.
+
+Finally, Mr. Johnston, of Ballykilbeg, writes from the House of Commons:
+"In your interesting paper, 'From Behind the Speaker's Chair,' in THE
+STRAND MAGAZINE for this month, you say, 'Mr. Johnston, still of
+Ballykilbeg, but no longer a Liberal, as he ranked twenty years ago.' In
+politics I am to-day what I was twenty years ago. Always anxious to vote
+for measures for the good of the country, and sometimes being in the
+Lobby with Liberals, I never belonged to that party. Mr. Disraeli, in a
+letter which I have, expressed his regret that I should have been
+opposed, in 1868, by some Belfast Conservatives, and did all in his
+power to prevent this. I was always, as he knew, and Lord Rowton knows,
+a loyal follower of Disraeli."
+
+[Illustration: MR. JOHNSTON.]
+
+In conversation, Mr. Johnston adds the interesting fact that when in
+1868 he was first returned for Belfast, he was in the habit of receiving
+whips from both sides of the House, a remarkable testimony to the
+impression of his absolute impartiality thus early conveyed to
+observers. The House of Commons, by the way, is ignorant that in this
+sturdy Protestant it entertains a novelist unawares. Mr. Johnston has
+written at least two works of fiction, one entitled "Nightshade," which
+presumably deals with the epoch of the fellest domination of Rome; and
+the other "Under Which King?" a, perhaps unconscious, reflection of the
+unsettled state of mind with which the hon. gentleman entered politics,
+and which led to embarrassing attention from the rival Whips.
+
+LORD RANDOLPH CHURCHILL.
+
+The interest attached to Lord Randolph Churchill's reappearance on the
+Parliamentary scene proved one of the most interesting and significant
+incidents in the early days of the new Parliament. There is no doubt
+that, whatever be his present views and intentions, Lord Randolph years
+ago convinced himself that he was cut adrift from the political world,
+and that it had no charms to lure him back. He began by giving up to
+Newmarket what was meant for mankind, took a share in a stable, and
+regulated his social and other engagements in London not by the Order
+Book of the House of Commons, but by the fixtures in the "Racing
+Calendar." He was seen only fitfully in his place at the corner seat
+behind his esteemed friends and leaders then in office. A year later he
+went off to Mashonaland, and for a full Session Westminster knew him no
+more.
+
+[Illustration: "NEWMARKET."]
+
+[Illustration: "MASHONALAND."]
+
+When the new Parliament began its sittings Lord Randolph in private
+conversation was not less insistent as to the permanency of his act of
+renunciation. He was tired of politics, he said, and saw no future for
+himself in an assembly where at one time he was a commanding figure.
+Some of his friends, whilst puzzled and occasionally staggered by his
+insistence on this point, have always refused to accept his view of the
+possibilities of the future. A dyspeptic duck gloomily eyeing an old
+familiar pond might protest that never again would it enter the water.
+But as long as the duck lives and the water remains, they are certain to
+come together again. So it has been with Lord Randolph Churchill, who
+in this Session has, quite naturally, returned to his old haunts, and
+with a single speech regained much of his old position.
+
+It is possible that accident, untoward in itself, may have had something
+to do with hastening the conclusion. When the House first met amid a
+fierce tussle for seats, Lord Randolph found his place at the corner of
+the second bench in peril of appropriation. If he desired to retain it,
+it would obviously be necessary for him to be down every day in time for
+prayers. Rather than face that discipline he would suffer the company of
+his old colleagues on the Front Opposition Bench. As a Privy Councillor
+and ex-Minister he had a right to a seat on that bench equal, at least,
+to that of Sir Ellis Ashmead-Bartlett. One evening, coming in at
+question time and finding his seat appropriated by an Irish member, he
+dropped on to the remote end of the Front Opposition Bench, hoping he
+did not intrude. His old colleagues warmly welcomed him, made much of
+him, entreated him to go up higher, and it came to pass that the House
+of Commons grew accustomed to seeing the strayed reveller sitting in
+close companionship with Mr. Arthur Balfour. If the whole story of the
+tragedy of Christmas, 1886, were known, it would appear more remarkable
+still that from time to time he should have been observed in friendly
+conversation with Mr. Goschen.
+
+[Illustration: "IN CLOSE COMPANIONSHIP."]
+
+It was from this quarter that, within the first fortnight of the
+Session, Lord Randolph rose to make his _rentree_. It was characteristic
+of him that he had sat silent through the long debate on the Address.
+That meant nothing, except the occupation of a certain space of time.
+There was no substantial amendment before the House, nor any prospect of
+the existence of the new Government being challenged on a division. But
+when the Home Rule Bill was brought in, things were different; there was
+a tangible substance round which statesmen might give battle.
+
+[Illustration: "ROSE TO MAKE HIS RENTREE."]
+
+It was known that Lord Randolph would resume the debate on this
+particular night, and the thronged state of the House testified to the
+deathless personal interest he commands. Not since Mr. Gladstone had, a
+few nights earlier, risen to expound the Bill was the House so crowded.
+The Prince of Wales, accompanied by the Duke of York, returned to his
+seat over the clock, whilst noble lords jostled each other in the effort
+to obtain seats in the limited space allotted to them. It happened that
+the _debutant_ was destined to undergo a serious and unexpected ordeal.
+His time should have come not later than five o'clock, questions being
+then over, and the House permitted to settle down to the business of the
+day. But there intervened a riotous scene, arising on a question of a
+breach of privilege. This extended over an hour, and throughout it Lord
+Randolph sat in a state of almost piteous nervousness.
+
+That was a sore trial for the intending orator, but it reacted with even
+worse effect on the audience. The House of Commons, though it likes its
+dishes highly spiced, cares for only one such at a meal. Like the modest
+person in the hymn, "all it asks for is enough"; and in such a scene as
+that which raged round the Irish indictment of the _Times_ for breach of
+privilege it found sufficiency. There are only two, or at most three,
+men in the House who could have kept the audience together after the
+prolonged excitement sprung upon it. Very few left their seats when, at
+six o'clock, Lord Randolph Churchill appeared at the table.
+
+[Illustration: "PITEOUS NERVOUSNESS."]
+
+What had just happened, taken in conjunction with this peculiar
+position, plainly told upon him. He was nervous, occasionally to the
+point of being inaudible, and did not mend matters by violently thumping
+the box at the precise moment when otherwise the conclusion of his
+sentence might have been heard. Some people said in their haste he was
+but the shadow of his former self, and that he had done well all these
+years to remain in the background. But the faults of this speech were
+all of manner. Those who listened closely, with whatever painful effort,
+recognised in it the old straightforward, vigorous blows, the keen
+insight, the lucid statement, the lofty standpoint from which the whole
+question was viewed with the gaze of a statesman rather than with the
+squint of a politician. Those whose opportunities were limited to
+reading a full report of the speech perceived even more clearly that
+Lord Randolph had lost none of his ancient power, had even, with added
+years and garnered experience, grown in weighty counsel.
+
+His second speech, delivered on the Welsh Suspensory Bill, being free
+from the accidental circumstances that handicapped his first effort,
+confirmed this impression. Reassured in his position, confident of his
+powers, encouraged by a friendly audience, he equalled any of the
+earlier efforts that established his fame.
+
+What will happen to Lord Randolph in the future is a matter which, I
+believe, depends entirely upon the state of his physical health. I have
+written elsewhere, with perhaps tiresome iteration through the six years
+he has been wilfully trying to lose himself in the wilderness, that he
+might win or regain any prize in public life to the attainment of which
+he chose seriously to devote himself. His indispensability to the
+Conservative party is testified to by the eagerness with which hands are
+held out to him at the earliest indication of desire to return to the
+fold. That by his loyalty to the party he has earned such consideration
+is a truth not so fully recognised as it might be if he were less modest
+in putting forth a claim. If he had been a man of small mind and mean
+instincts, what a thorn in the flesh of Lord Salisbury, Mr. Smith, and
+Mr. Balfour he might have proved in the whole period following on his
+resignation up to the dissolution of the last Parliament!
+
+[Illustration: "BIRMINGHAM."]
+
+There were many inviting turning points in his career where he had only
+to lift hand and voice, and a belated Government, living upon the
+sufferance of not too-affectionate allies, would have found themselves
+in a strait place. It will suffice to recall one. It happened four years
+ago last month. On one of the earliest days of April, 1889, the
+Conservatives of Birmingham turned to Lord Randolph and invited him to
+contest the seat vacated by the death of Mr. Bright. I have reason to
+believe that at that time, and for some years earlier, it had been the
+dearest object of his political life to represent Birmingham. As early
+as 1885 he had, recklessly as it seemed, gone down and tried to storm
+the citadel even when it was held by so redoubtable a champion as Mr.
+Bright. He had not been very badly beaten then. Now, with the
+Conservatives enthusiastically and unanimously clamouring for him, and
+with the assistance of the Dissenting Liberals which, had he presented
+himself, could not have been withheld under penalty of losing the seat,
+he would have been triumphantly returned.
+
+Happening at this particular time, in view of his strained relations
+with Lord Salisbury, election by such a constituency would have placed
+Lord Randolph in a position of personal influence not equalled by that
+of any private member. The moment seemed ripe for the birth of an
+organized party raising the standard of social Toryism, and under that
+or any other flag there are always ready to rally round Lord Randolph a
+number of Conservatives sufficient to make things uncomfortable at
+Hatfield. He had only to go in and win, and had he been inclined to play
+his own game he would have done so. But it was represented to him that
+his candidature was distasteful to a powerful ally of the Government;
+that if he insisted in accepting the invitation, the compact between
+Dissenting Liberals and the Conservatives would be straightway broken
+up; and that thereupon Mr. Gladstone would romp in with his Home Rule
+Bill. It was a bitter pill. But Lord Randolph swallowed it. Unmoved by
+the angry, almost passionate, protestations of the deputation from
+Birmingham that waited upon him, he withdrew his candidature,
+sacrificing himself and his prospects on the party shrine.
+
+Now, Lord Randolph, travelling on other less independent and less
+interesting lines, seems half inclined to make his way back.
+
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+_At Dead of Night._
+
+BY MRS. NEWMAN.
+
+
+The one afternoon train was due at Middleford, a small, straggling, and
+not very prosperous town, where terminated a branch line from a junction
+on the South-Western Railway--a line for which, after long-protracted
+opposition and delay, a grant had been obtained too late, traffic having
+merged in the direction of a neighbouring place.
+
+"Middleford! Middleford!"
+
+As the train drew up at the platform, one passenger only, a young man of
+about eight or nine and twenty, stepped out and stood for a few moments
+looking about him as if in some uncertainty. He was, in fact, debating
+with himself as to whether he would, after all, pay the chance visit he
+had gone there to make.
+
+He had not gone by invitation other than was conveyed in the words:
+"Don't forget to look me up, if you chance to be anywhere in our
+neighbourhood, Meredith," spoken by a young fellow between whom and
+himself there had been some degree of intimacy at the University, as the
+two parted to go their different ways. The usual words, not generally
+estimated above their value; and the idea of acting upon them had not
+occurred to Allan Meredith until he found himself stranded for some
+hours at the junction, and, turning over the leaves of Bradshaw, came
+upon the name of Middleford, and remembered that it was Laurence
+Verschoyle's place. Finding that it was not more than five or six miles
+from the junction, and that the train was just starting, he had, on the
+impulse of the moment, taken a ticket and jumped in.
+
+He stood for another moment or two still hesitating, little imagining
+the influence his decision would have on his future life, and unable to
+account for his irresolution--a state of mind so unusual with him. He
+presently shook himself free of the feeling, and decided, since he had
+got so far, that he would go on. He inquired the way of the porter, who
+had been curiously eyeing him, and, leaving his bag at the station, set
+forth for the Priory.
+
+[Illustration: "HE INQUIRED THE WAY."]
+
+As he walked along the not very interesting country road, his thoughts
+reverted again to the man he was going to see. What had become of him
+since they had parted three years previously--Verschoyle, the first
+favourite of his set, who, with his good intellect, brilliant, witty,
+and versatile, had seemed capable of almost any mental feat? True, he
+had done nothing beyond give the impression that he could do a great
+deal if he chose; "and," thought Allan Meredith, "carry home a sheaf of
+bills, I expect. He ought to have been the moneyed man, and I the one
+obliged to keep to the grindstone, perhaps. I don't know; the very
+necessity for doing something may have given him the kind of impetus he
+needed--to say nothing of having to keep up the prestige of an ancient
+name, which must be some spur to a man."
+
+He had reached the cross-roads, and was recalling the somewhat vague
+directions the porter had given him. "Straight on till you come to a
+finger-post that seems to point back to the station, but doesn't; take
+that road, sir--the Priory lane, it's called--until you come to a swing
+gate, leading into a field; cross that, keeping the footpath to the
+left, mind you, till you see a stile; get over that, go through the
+lodge gates right opposite--though it isn't a lodge now, and there ain't
+no gates, only posts--and up an avenue, where all the trees have been
+cut down, and there you are. The old place you'll see before you is the
+Priory."
+
+Time and weather had effaced whatever information the sign-post had once
+afforded, and there was nothing for it but to take the direction in
+which it pointed.
+
+He walked slowly on, speculating as to what sort of welcome he was
+likely to receive from Verschoyle's people. How little he knew about
+them. Frank to effusiveness in some directions, Verschoyle could be
+reticent enough in others, and rarely alluded to his family. That he was
+an only son, and, at his father's death, had inherited but the wreck of
+a once large property, Allan knew. He had also heard that the widowed
+mother was still living.
+
+What was Verschoyle doing?--living upon the small property, farming the
+land; or had he, as he had sometimes talked of doing, gone in for
+literature, and carried his wares to the London market? At that time his
+wares had appeared to Allan Meredith likely to be worth a great deal;
+but, with his three years' added knowledge and experience, he was now
+inclined to estimate them somewhat differently. Verschoyle's intellect
+had, indeed, revealed itself chiefly by fitful flashes, brilliant and
+dazzling enough in their effect at the moment, but leaving no lasting
+impression of very high powers; and this, with his mercurial
+temperament, might render his success in the future doubtful.
+
+Allan Meredith had proceeded some distance, and was beginning to think
+that he must have passed the swing gate without noticing it, when, on
+turning a bend in the lane, he saw a young girl walking in advance. He
+quickened his steps a little in order to overtake her, and make inquiry
+as to whether he was going in the right direction, noting, meanwhile,
+her general appearance so far as to infer that she was a farmer's
+daughter; or, rather, as he thought with a half smile, what a farmer's
+daughter is conventionally supposed to be like. Thick leather shoes, a
+plainly made gown of some light grey stuff, and short enough for country
+walking; a large brown straw hat, with neither flower nor feather to
+adorn it; and ungloved hands, in the one swinging by her side a strap
+buckled round two or three tattered-looking books. After a moment or
+two, he recognised something more. Taking note of the firm, light step,
+the carriage of the head, the perfect ease and freedom of the tall,
+graceful figure, he mentally ejaculated: "A lady; aye, and with some
+individuality of her own, too!"
+
+His step had evidently not been heard on the soft, springy turf, and he
+was fast lessening the distance between them, some curiosity now
+mingling with his desire for information, when she turned out of the
+lane and passed through a swing gate. Here she paused for a moment,
+looking back, and their eyes met.
+
+Yes; just such a face as he, a dreamer of dreams, had sometimes pictured
+to himself, but hardly hoped to see in the world of reality. A face too
+grave and troubled for her years--she looked barely eighteen--but how
+beautiful with its clear, steadfast eyes and general expression so
+simple, frank, girlish, and, at the same time, so intelligent and
+thoughtful! She was regarding him with a surprised, questioning look,
+which reminded him that he was gazing too pertinaciously.
+
+A little consciously he lifted his hat and asked: "Can you direct me to
+the Priory?"
+
+"The Priory?" she repeated in a low voice, her eyes fixed more intently
+upon him, and her hand tightening on the gate.
+
+"Mr. Verschoyle's place. I was directed at the railway station, but do
+not feel sure that----"
+
+"Whom do you want to see there?" she put in abruptly--almost
+ungraciously.
+
+Nor was the tone assumed; this was not the girl to affect the brusquerie
+of unconventionality any more than the suavity of conventionality--it
+was rather that of one in deep anxiety, and unaccustomed to veil her
+thoughts.
+
+"Mr. Verschoyle," he replied.
+
+"On--business?"--the expression of dread, or whatever it was, deepening
+in her face, white now to the lips; as, on the impulse of the moment,
+she pressed back the gate as though to bar the way.
+
+"No," he murmured. To have brought such a look to such a face!
+
+She still eyed him with the same unquiet scrutiny, as though debating
+something in her mind; then hurriedly asked: "But why? Where do you come
+from?"
+
+He might very well have asked what interest his relations with
+Verschoyle could have for her; but he felt that there was some grave
+reason underlying her anxiety, and was not inclined to take offence.
+Moreover, there was no necessity for mystery on his side; and,
+therefore, he might as well reply openly and directly to her question.
+
+"From Grayminster. My name is Meredith."
+
+"Are you a friend of his? Mr. Verschoyle is my brother"; still a little
+hesitatingly, and, as it were, on the defensive.
+
+He raised his hat again. "We were at Wadham together, Miss Verschoyle,
+and, chancing to be in this neighbourhood, I thought I would look him up
+for half an hour's talk over old times."
+
+The colour came into her cheeks and a smile to her beautiful lips,
+although both faded too quickly. "I remember your name now, Mr.
+Meredith. I have often heard my brother speak of you," moving aside for
+him to pass through the gate as she added: "If you will come with me, I
+will show you the way."
+
+He bowed, passing quickly through to her side. His indecision had
+entirely vanished now, and a visit to the Priory seemed the most
+desirable thing in the world. To think of Verschoyle not mentioning that
+he had a sister--and such a sister!
+
+"I fear I must have seemed terribly rude when you first spoke to me, Mr.
+Meredith," she said, looking up into his face with a smile, as they
+proceeded along the path that skirted the field. "The truth is, I was
+afraid--that is, I thought you were--someone else," flushing with the
+consciousness that she was saying more than she had meant to say.
+
+He hastened to assure her that it had been quite evident no discourtesy
+was intended; mentally, the while, congratulating himself upon not being
+"someone else," then quietly changed the subject. "I have not seen your
+brother since we left Oxford, Miss Verschoyle. Your only brother, is he
+not?"
+
+"Yes; and I am his only sister. My mother, Laurence, and I live at the
+Priory."
+
+"Mrs. Verschoyle is well, I hope?" with suddenly developed interest in
+everything that concerned her.
+
+"My mother is not worse, I am glad to say, than she has been the last
+five years. She is always an invalid." Had not Laurence told him that
+much?
+
+[Illustration: "THERE IS THE PRIORY!"]
+
+"Was it anxiety about her mother's health that had brought that look to
+her face?" he was thinking. "No; it must be something more than, or at
+any rate different from, the kind of trouble which might spring from
+such a cause."
+
+He murmured a few words of sympathy; her clear eyes turned to meet his,
+with how different an expression from that he had first seen in them!
+There was even a little girlish fun in them, as she asked:--
+
+"What kind of place do you imagine the Priory to be, Mr. Meredith?"
+
+"Well, one naturally attaches a little mediaeval romance to the idea of a
+Priory"; adding, after a moment's reflection--there were certainly no
+signs of prosperity about her--"and it ought to be somewhat dilapidated,
+I suppose--in the picturesque stage of decay. It must be difficult to
+keep those old places in thorough repair."
+
+"Very," she replied, her face shadowing. Then, with a side glance at him
+and again attempting a jesting tone, she went on: "Difficult, too, as it
+crumbles away, to find room for ancient retainers, old pictures,
+heirlooms, and the rest of it. Now prepare your mind, Mr. Meredith, when
+we turn this next bend--There is the Priory!"
+
+He was prepared now to see some dilapidated old place, but hardly for
+that which met his view. The Priory! That desolate-looking remnant of a
+building, standing forlornly against the summer sky! Portions of the
+walls, some high, some low, and all of great thickness, still remained
+here and there, indicating the plan of the old Priory; but, at this
+distance, even these seemed to form part of the surrounding brickfields.
+By no effort of the imagination could the inhabited part of the building
+be supposed to be the abode of prosperous people. All was desolation and
+decay, without picturesqueness. Even the aspect of the grounds about it,
+which might once have lent their aid as a setting to the picture, seemed
+now only to accentuate the fallen fortunes of the house. Every acre of
+the ground about it, once of some extent and beautifully wooded, had
+been sold piecemeal--the greater part for brickfields. On the side they
+were approaching there seemed no redeeming feature in the dismal scene.
+No; not likely to be spacious reception-rooms, nor offices for an army
+of ancient retainers there! Courtesy itself was dumb!
+
+"The Verschoyles have not much left to be proud of, you see, Mr.
+Meredith. We are not invaded by picnic parties and artists in search of
+the picturesque; but you see the worst of it from this side."
+
+At that moment the figure of a man was seen emerging from some side
+entrance, and hurriedly making his way towards the ruins, in an opposite
+direction from that whence they were approaching.
+
+"Laurence!"--hurriedly calling out, as he seemed to take no heed: "A
+friend to see you."
+
+He turned; seemed to hesitate a moment; then came slowly towards them.
+As he drew nearer, and recognised who the visitor was, he hastened his
+steps, his whole face brightening. "Meredith!" he ejaculated, in a tone
+of relief. "Where have you sprung from? How are you, old fellow? Quite
+an age since I saw you last."
+
+[Illustration: "WHERE HAVE YOU SPRUNG FROM?"]
+
+Allan Meredith grasped the hand extended towards him, all the more
+heartily, perhaps, because it was the hand of Miss Verschoyle's brother,
+as he explained, "I was at the junction, and being so near, thought I
+would look you up."
+
+"Glad to see you, old fellow. You know this is my sister?"
+
+"Yes; Miss Verschoyle was good enough to show me the way."
+
+She turned to leave them with the words: "Dinner will be ready in an
+hour, Laurence."
+
+"All right!"
+
+Meredith had time now to notice that there was the same expression of
+dread in the brother's face he had seen in the sister's, but with a
+difference. In her face it was simply fear; in his it was this and
+something worse. Unlike his sister, looking straight at you in her
+trouble, his eyes were either downcast or averted: shifting uneasily
+from one object to another. The whole man was changed--it seemed
+demoralized--since Meredith had last seen him. His very figure had lost
+its elasticity, and become slouching and cowering.
+
+"What have you been doing with yourself the last three years?" asked
+Meredith.
+
+"Oh, all sorts of things; going to the bad, chiefly. Not much
+opportunity for doing that or anything else here, you may think,"
+noticing the direction which the other's eyes took. "No; I have gone
+farther afield. Spent two years in London; tried my hand at all sorts of
+things, and failed. I am a failure all round."
+
+"Nonsense, man; if you take that tone you may be."
+
+"There is no other tone to take, now," moodily.
+
+"Give up in that way, with your abilities, and the world before you!"
+
+"It seems easy enough to you, I dare say. It did to me before I tried.
+There is no need for you to put your theories to the test, or you might
+find that men occasionally fail, even though they have hands and brains
+to work with. Some have to go down, and I'm one of them--that's all!"
+
+"That is not Miss Verschoyle's creed, I think?"
+
+"My sister! She has been telling you about the wretched teaching
+business, I suppose? She, at any rate, is not cursed with the family
+pride. I can't endure to see her go about giving lessons to the
+clodhoppers round here. Does no end of drudgery about the house, too."
+
+It had come to this: the sister was working for both; and Verschoyle did
+not even see what his allowing her to do so meant! "What kind of pride
+was this?" thought Meredith, his tone showing, perhaps, a little of what
+was in his mind, as he gravely replied:--
+
+"I can quite understand your objecting to that. You must let your
+friends use what interests they have to get you into something,
+Verschoyle."
+
+"It would be of no use; at any rate, until----no necessity for going
+into that," moodily kicking a stone across the path. What he wanted just
+then was money, and this was not the man to whom he could turn for that,
+with his talk about setting to work. How could he say to this man that
+he had squandered the last remnant of the small property which had come
+to him; and that they were liable to be turned out of the old home, such
+as it was, at any moment now--his invalid mother, and the sister who had
+striven so hard to keep things together--unless he could obtain money to
+stave off matters, at any rate for a time? Pressure was now being
+brought to bear upon him, and threats used that, unless he paid off the
+sum of five hundred pounds--a sum there seemed no possibility of
+procuring--charges of fraudulent borrowing would be brought against him
+which he might find it difficult to combat in a court of law; and he was
+living from hour to hour in fear of arrest.
+
+The Priory itself, and everything it contained of any value, to the last
+family portrait that hung upon the walls, had been either mortgaged or
+sold. If a few heirlooms, in the way of carved furniture--a cabinet or
+what not--had been allowed still to remain, it was to, as long as
+possible, keep the knowledge of the worst from his mother and sister.
+
+He had, in the first few moments of their meeting, hurriedly speculated
+as to whether anything could be made out of the other's chance visit;
+but his hopes, if they amounted to that, had very quickly died as he
+remembered the past. There had been nothing large-handed or generous,
+according to his interpretation of the words, in Meredith. He had shown
+no inclination to part with his money without a _quid pro quo_, and
+lived as though he had not a pound to spare, instead of an income of
+some ten or twelve thousand a year. He had lost his father in his early
+boyhood, and the property, carefully nursed for him during a long
+minority, had largely increased.
+
+That, like many who spend little upon themselves, Meredith could be
+even lavishly generous to others, and that there was none to whom one in
+need could so safely turn for help, Verschoyle did not suspect. He would
+have been not a little surprised could he have known that many a man had
+to thank Meredith for help given just at the right moment, and given so
+quietly that none but the two most concerned were in the secret.
+Meredith, in fact, cared nothing for the luxuries of life. Capable of
+doing his share in the world's work, steadily exercising his best
+faculties, and mentally and physically invigorated by the process, he
+was almost unable to comprehend a man such as Verschoyle had come to be.
+
+"No; it would be of no use," summed up Verschoyle, eyeing him askance.
+"If I began to tell him about being in need of a few hundreds, he would
+want to know the whole story; and it would be no good trying to throw
+dust in his eyes. I wonder what he would do if I told him point-blank
+that I am liable to be hauled off to gaol at any moment for lack of five
+hundred pounds? Button up his pockets and scurry off without waiting to
+test the Priory hospitality, perhaps; or, worse still, begin to preach."
+
+Seeing that the other was disinclined to be communicative, Meredith
+changed the subject, introducing any topic he could think of which he
+thought might interest him. In vain. Both felt that they were farther
+apart than when they had last met. There was, in fact, a barrier between
+them which neither knew how to remove. Engrossed in his own reflections,
+Verschoyle did not keep up the first semblance of bonhomie; a little,
+indeed, resenting Meredith's efforts in one direction, since he did not
+seem likely to make any in another of more importance.
+
+Both men were equally relieved when a ruddy-cheeked servant-maid
+appeared at the door, and informed them that dinner would be ready in
+ten minutes now. Verschoyle led the way into the house, showed Meredith
+to a room, and then availed himself of the opportunity to say a few
+hurried words to his sister.
+
+"Remember, Madge: there's no necessity for offering him a bed. Only a
+chance visit; that means nothing; and, therefore, dinner is quite
+enough. How have you contrived it?"
+
+"Oh, pretty well. No need for pretence. He must know by the general
+aspect of things how it is with us."
+
+"Well, give the mother a hint not to press the hospitalities."
+
+"He would not care to remain if she did, I should think; there is
+nothing to attract him here"; adding, with a little surprise, "but I
+should have thought you would have been glad to welcome anyone, dull as
+you find it, Laurence."
+
+"If I were not in such straits I might. You know I am at my wits' end
+just now; liable to be seized at any moment for that wretched debt."
+
+He had given it the name of debt to her, and she had not the slightest
+suspicion that it was anything worse.
+
+[Illustration: "MEREDITH WAS INTRODUCED."]
+
+At that moment Allan Meredith entered the room, which not even the
+shabby furniture and appurtenances of the dinner table could render mean
+looking, with its noble proportions, oak ceiling, carved, high
+chimney-piece, and oriel window. There was not sufficient carpet even
+for the fashion--only, indeed, one large old Turkey rug; and that was
+spread in the recess of the window, where were, also, a finely-carved,
+high-backed, well cushioned chair, small work and writing tables, and
+two or three other last relics of better days, devoted to the use of the
+invalid; a gentle, suffering-looking woman, with traces of great beauty
+in her thin, worn face.
+
+Meredith was introduced to her by her daughter, with a tone and look
+which showed she felt that she had still something to be proud of. Her
+pride in, and loving care of, her mother was, indeed, evident enough.
+Even his eyes could see how much more thought had been expended upon the
+invalid's toilet than upon her daughter's, of which the most that could
+be said was that it was neat as any village girl's might be.
+
+Mrs. Verschoyle received the stranger with the simple courtesy of good
+breeding. There was no allusion by word or look to the altered fortunes
+of the house; no attempt at explanation; but a simple, earnest welcome
+which had its full effect upon Allan Meredith. He noticed, too, at the
+table that no apologies were made for the dinner, until the contemptuous
+shrug of the shoulders which Laurence gave as he glanced from the dish
+of curried mutton at one end to the remainder of the same joint that
+served as the roast at the other, called forth the reply:
+
+"It is the best I could do, Laurence. There was no time to send into the
+town, and I hoped that Mr. Meredith might have sufficient appetite after
+his walk, perhaps, to be able to dine on what we have"; apologizing to
+her brother, as she had not felt it to be necessary to apologize to
+their guest.
+
+"That am I, Miss Verschoyle," he said, determined that she should see no
+lack of appreciation on his side. "I have eaten only a biscuit since
+eight o'clock this morning"; going on to explain what had brought him to
+the neighbourhood. "I had got a little out of condition from overwork,
+and----"
+
+"Overwork!" put in Laurence. "Of what kind?"
+
+"Oh, you know I used to have a fancy for comparing evidence, and
+latterly I have plodded a little too closely in getting at some I
+wanted," speaking a little hesitatingly and awkwardly in his desire to
+avoid seeming to pose. "I needed change of scene and more out-of-door
+exercise. It happened that a final settlement had, just now, to be made
+about a small property my father had in this county, and I thought it
+would be an object, or at any rate give me the change of scene they
+talked about, to go and look after the sale myself."
+
+"I did not know you owned property in this direction, Meredith."
+
+"It was of very little importance; only a small farm; but there was some
+competition for it, on account of its joining Lord Drayltown's property.
+He wanted to take it into his park."
+
+"Did you let him have it?"
+
+"No; it was not so much a question of money with me, and the tenant who
+had held it so long, and done his best for the house and land, had, I
+considered, the first claim. He and I settled it together without much
+law. He is the possessor of the farm, and I have brought away a roll of
+notes; that's about all."
+
+"I suppose a small farm does not fetch much in these days," said
+Verschoyle.
+
+"This would have fetched more had I allowed them to bid one against the
+other; three or four instead of two thousand, I was told."
+
+"Two thousand would seem a pretty good haul to some people. Notes, do
+you say?"
+
+"Partly; and partly in cheques," replied Meredith, looking a little
+surprised.
+
+"Do you carry them about with you, Meredith? I mean"--noticing the
+surprise in the other's face--"is it wise--safe, do you think, to go
+about these lonely places with all that--" breaking off, and hurriedly
+adding: "But, of course, we can't let you go to-night. You must put up
+with what we have to offer, until the morning at any rate." A sudden
+thought had crossed his mind. Might it not be possible to appeal to
+Meredith for a loan? "What a quarter of that money would do for me just
+now! If I could only open my heart to him, as Madge says. Pshaw! Easy
+enough for girls, such as she, to open their hearts. She wouldn't have
+been so ready to advise me to do that, had she known all."
+
+"Mr. Meredith would, perhaps, prefer the inn in the town, Laurence; he
+might find it more comfortable," put in his sister, a little puzzled by
+the change in his tone; but, supposing it might be only to keep up
+appearances, she went on: "There will be a moon, and----"
+
+"Oh, nonsense!" hurriedly interrupted her brother. "You will not mind
+roughing it for one night, eh, Meredith? Of course you must stay."
+
+"I hope so, indeed," said Mrs. Verschoyle, to whom her daughter had had
+no time to give the hint her brother bade her give. "I trust you will
+accept our poor hospitality, Mr. Meredith."
+
+"There, that settles it, Meredith. You can't refuse my mother, now; or
+she will be lamenting the little we have to offer."
+
+"It is not little to me," replied Meredith, in all sincerity. The chance
+of spending a few hours in the society of Margaret Verschoyle was,
+indeed, beginning to mean a great deal to him. He had not, before, met
+any woman who interested him in this way; and, already, he knew that
+none other ever would. She said very little now; having, he noticed,
+become more silent and abstracted as her brother grew effusive,
+apparently in the endeavour to make up for his previous lack of
+courtesy.
+
+"This is our only drawing-room, Mr. Meredith," she presently said, as
+she and her mother rose from the table and went towards the window. "You
+must please try to imagine we are not here."
+
+"I would rather not do that, Miss Verschoyle," he replied, rising to
+join them.
+
+"But won't you----? You would not find this claret so bad," said
+Laurence, adding, as the other declined: "Well, then, a cigar on the
+terrace, if we can dignify it by that name."
+
+"Not now, thank you. Later on, perhaps, if you will join me."
+
+"Then, I will look after your bag. At the station, didn't you say? We
+might send Sally's brother, eh, Madge?" hurriedly quitting the room.
+
+Meredith remained with the ladies in the oriel window, whilst the
+rough-looking maid-servant awkwardly cleared the dinner table, assisted
+now and again by a smiling word from her young mistress.
+
+"You have a good view from here, Mrs. Verschoyle."
+
+"It is good to me, Mr. Meredith. Fortunately, the brickfields are on the
+other side; and, seen from here, the part of the ruin, and the old
+garden and orchard, have a charm of their own for me. But one misses the
+old elms that used to hide the town, which my daughter thinks looks best
+when you don't see it," with a smile at the young girl.
+
+"And so do you, dear. Being romantic, you prefer it when there is a mist
+over it, and you have to imagine what is behind the veil, don't you?"
+replied her daughter, with pretty defiance. "A serious thing to have a
+romantic mother, is it not. Mr. Meredith? In these days, too--romance!
+She had need have a matter-of-fact daughter, had she not?"
+
+[Illustration: "A SERIOUS THING TO HAVE A ROMANTIC MOTHER, IS IT NOT?"]
+
+He smilingly kept up the same tone, his admiration deepening for the
+brave heart that could make a jest of her difficulties. How well the
+mother and daughter seemed to understand each other in making the best
+of their colourless lives. He soon found they could talk about something
+besides the narrow experiences of their everyday world. They were
+accustomed to think intelligently, and were not without a spice of
+humour, as well as a romance to cast a glamour over their surroundings.
+Good listeners, too; showing a desire to hear what was going on in the
+world of thought; and, now and again, asking questions which kept his
+wits at work for a reply--a not unpleasant exercise to Allan Meredith,
+accustomed to use them.
+
+An hour passed quickly away. It was only the uneasy glances the young
+girl was beginning to cast towards the door which reminded him that
+Verschoyle had left them so long. When he re-entered the room, Meredith
+noticed that the sister's eyes turned anxiously towards him.
+
+"I made sure about your bag by seeing after it myself, Meredith," he
+began. "Remembered the mistakes Sally's brother is apt to make, you
+know, Madge; and thought he might demand the post bag, or something of
+that sort."
+
+He appeared more desirous now of making conversation, reminding Meredith
+of some of their Oxford experiences, inquiring about mutual friends, and
+what not. But his gaiety did not sit quite naturally upon him, and there
+was an under-current of excitement in his tone and manner. One there saw
+that his gaiety was only on the surface, and that he eyed Meredith
+closely and speculatively when he thought himself unobserved.
+
+"Two thousand pounds! Two thousand!--and a quarter of that would save
+me," he was thinking. Were the notes in that wallet of which he could
+trace the outline in the breast pocket of the other's coat? His eyes
+were turned again and again, as if fascinated, to that breast pocket,
+while he talked on _apropos_ of anything that suggested itself.
+Presently, in reply to some remark of his mother's with reference to the
+rising moon, and the ghostly way in which its beams seemed to steal
+about the ruin, he said: "Do you know that we can boast of having a
+ghost, Meredith?"
+
+"Our very own, who watches over the fortunes of the house," said his
+sister. "At least, that is the tradition. When last heard of, he was
+wandering about, with his hand uplifted as if in warning. Not very
+original, is it? And not of much use, unless he will tell us what we are
+being warned against."
+
+"Have you seen him, Miss Verschoyle?"
+
+"Oh, no. Even he seems to have deserted us now."
+
+"Speak for yourself, Madge," said her brother, stealing a side glance
+towards Meredith.
+
+"Have you, then, Laurence?" she ejaculated, turning quickly towards him.
+"I thought you were inclined to make a jest of the monk."
+
+"I am inclined to do that no longer, perhaps."
+
+"Do you mean that you _have_ seen him? You told me nothing about it,
+Laurence."
+
+"When I knew what a fright it gave you only to imagine you saw him?"
+
+"But I was only ten years old then, you know. I was frightened, Mr.
+Meredith," she said, turning to him with a smile. "But even then I was
+quite as curious as frightened; for though I fell upon my knees and hid
+my face, I begged him not to go until I got sufficiently used to him to
+be able to ask what I wanted to know."
+
+"Had he not the grace to do that, Miss Verschoyle?"
+
+"Well, it was only an old military cloak of my father's, which Laurence
+had hung over a broom in a corner of the school-room to try my courage."
+
+"I wonder what questions you would ask now?"
+
+"Oh, there are so many things one would like to know," the sweet face
+shadowing, and the eyes taking an anxious expression.
+
+"Is the monk supposed to have a predilection for any particular
+chamber?" asked Meredith. "Ghosts are uncertain visitors, I know; but it
+would be something to pass a night where one might be expected."
+
+"You might find it no jest if he came," said Laurence.
+
+"Oh, I should take him seriously enough. In fact, I have something of
+Miss Verschoyle's feeling. There are so many questions one would like to
+ask."
+
+She was glancing curiously towards her brother. "Why did he take that
+tone--he that, until now, had been as ready as the rest to jest at the
+ghost?" But she had no time to speculate as to what was in his mind. Now
+that he had returned, she might consider herself off duty in the matter
+of doing her share towards entertaining; and she had to help Sally to
+prepare a room for the guest, her invalid mother to attend to, and to
+contrive a fitting breakfast for the morrow.
+
+The two young men passed out on to the grass terrace before the window,
+lighted their cigars, and strolled to and fro in the moonlight. There
+was very little interchange of thought. Allan Meredith was speculating
+as to how best he could set about helping Margaret Verschoyle's brother;
+and beginning to fear it would be very difficult to do so, unless he
+were more inclined than he now appeared to put his shoulder to the
+wheel. He had little sympathy for a nature such as Verschoyle's; and,
+unconsciously perhaps to himself, the few words he uttered conveyed what
+was in his mind to the other, who was quick to resent it.
+
+[Illustration: "TO AND FRO IN THE MOONLIGHT."]
+
+"Put me in the way of earning money, indeed! No use asking him for a
+loan; he would be putting all sorts of awkward questions," thought
+Verschoyle, with the uneasy consciousness that he would find it
+difficult to explain without incriminating himself. "No, I won't try it!
+It must be the other way--there's no help for it now. Once out of this
+hole, I'll put my shoulder to the wheel, and pay him back with the first
+money I earn. He isn't likely to want the money if I took all instead of
+a quarter, and I won't take a penny more than that. It will only be a
+loan after all, which, if he were like anyone else, I could openly ask
+him for. Yes, I'll do it! If he sees through the trick, it will be easy
+to say it was only a jest done to try him. But I think I can manage it
+so quietly that he won't wake, and then I am safe."
+
+On re-entering the room they had quitted--the only habitable
+sitting-room the Priory could now boast--they found it untenanted, the
+mother and daughter having retired for the night. The two men sat in
+desultory conversation, maintained with some effort, until, in reply to
+a question from Laurence, Meredith admitted that he had had a long day
+and was inclined for bed. They went up together, and Laurence showed the
+other into a large, barely-furnished, and somewhat desolate-looking
+room, with two doors and one high, narrow, iron-barred window.
+
+"Sorry we have no better quarters to offer you, Meredith."
+
+"I am no sybarite, Verschoyle. You'll say that when you see my room at
+home. My housekeeper is always bewailing my lack of appreciation of what
+she calls comfort"--taking out his pocket-book as he spoke, and putting
+it on to the dressing-table before removing his coat.
+
+Laurence took quick note of the position of the book upon the table.
+"Well, good-night, old fellow"; adding, with an elaborate assumption of
+carelessness: "Oh, by the way, I'd nearly forgotten: there's a key in
+that door--the one belonging to this must be lost, I fancy; but it seems
+hermetically sealed. You can't open it, you see," turning and pulling at
+the handle; "and you are safely barred in at the window," with a little
+laugh.
+
+"All right, Verschoyle. A barred window and a locked door ought to be
+enough. Good-night," telling himself they must talk over things in the
+morning. Too late to enter upon what he wanted to say, just then. In the
+morning Verschoyle should be made to see that here was a friend who was
+not to be put off; they must go into matters together. Verschoyle must
+be induced to set to work, and in the meantime it must be so contrived
+that the mother and daughter should be better cared for. "Tell him that
+I have taken a great fancy to this old place; and, between ourselves,
+give him a few thousands for it, perhaps--to be settled on them--yes,
+certainly settled on them."
+
+Once in his own room, Verschoyle sank into a seat and buried his face in
+his hands. "If there were but any other way than this! If only the man
+had not gone there bragging about his thousands!" trying to persuade
+himself that there had been bragging, and almost hating Meredith for the
+wrong he was about to do him. "He would not do it! Let the worst come to
+the worst--he would not!" springing to his feet again, and fiercely
+shaking his fist as against some unseen tempter.
+
+The clock in a distant church tower chimed twelve. One vibrated on the
+night air: it would soon be too late! Morning would dawn, and the
+opportunity be gone! Shivering with the remembrance of what the morning
+might bring--ruin, disgrace, his whole life blighted--he once more
+decided there must be no drawing back. With set teeth and determined
+eyes he went towards a chair upon which lay a folded garment. He shook
+it out--a long, dark, military cloak--and proceeded, in awkward but
+tolerably efficient fashion, to pin the cape so as to, as nearly as
+possible, resemble a monk's hood. Changing his boots for slippers, he
+enveloped himself in the cloak, drawing the hood well forward so as to
+cover nearly the whole of his face; then softly opened the room door,
+and stood listening with bated breath.
+
+No sound broke the stillness. He stole noiselessly forth, and entered a
+small room, the door of which was ajar, as he himself had placed it a
+couple of hours previously. This room opened into the larger one in
+which was Allan Meredith. Laurence stole silently to the communicating
+door, locked, and with the key outside. It had been well oiled; but this
+notwithstanding, there was a slight sound, like thunder to his guilty
+ears, as he turned the key in the lock.
+
+He waited breathlessly for a few moments again, then, hearing no sound
+from within, softly pushed open the door and looked in. His eyes were,
+at once, directed towards the bed. Yes, Meredith was, apparently, fast
+asleep. To make quite sure, he stood silent and motionless, listening
+intently. The quiet, even breathing of one in deep slumber reached him.
+He moved softly towards the dressing-table, his eyes still turned upon
+the bed; then stood motionless again, a tall black figure in the
+semi-darkness.
+
+Why did he hesitate? What was it that suddenly impelled him to tell the
+truth, and cast himself upon the mercy of the man lying there--his good
+angel battling for him? The scales trembled in the balance for a moment,
+and then it was as though he had chosen--"Evil, be thou my good"; and
+the way was, at once, made easy for him.
+
+[Illustration: "HIS HAND CLOSED OVER IT."]
+
+His eyes lighted on a dark object, which he knew at once must be what he
+was in search of, lying on the white toilet cover of the dressing-table.
+His hand closed over it, his eyes turning once more towards the bed. Not
+a movement, not a sound!
+
+Pocket-book in hand, he noiselessly crept out, locked the door on the
+outside again, and sped back to his own room.
+
+Half the danger was over. He had now but to abstract the money he
+wanted, and replace the book where he had found it. He put the book on
+the table, and sat down.
+
+"What was that? A sigh--a whispered word? Or was it coward conscience?"
+He sat back aghast for a moment; then, with a resolute face, bent
+forward, laying his hand upon the book. Suddenly he paused, raising his
+head again. A sound--a movement? Surely he heard something! He hurriedly
+blew out the light, and sat with all his senses on the alert. Again!
+Something or someone was in the room!
+
+Meredith! Had Meredith seen and followed him--had the time come to act
+the part of jester? Unconsciously, he was gazing straight before him
+into the dressing glass, faintly reflecting, in the pale, grey light of
+the summer night, the objects around. Again a slight movement, hardly
+displacement, of the air; but sufficient to intimate a presence there.
+
+Should he break into a laugh, and challenge Meredith--should he----Great
+heavens! Mirrored in the glass, he saw a shadowy form moving silently
+towards him--a form draped in cowl and gown. The monk!
+
+Laurence Verschoyle fell back in his chair, his eyes fastened upon the
+figure faintly outlined in the dim light, the left hand raised, as if in
+solemn warning, and the right stretched forth towards--the pocket-book!
+
+He saw it taken from the table, then everything faded from his vision,
+and he lost consciousness.
+
+When, at length, he came to himself, it was a little confusedly; and it
+was some time before he remembered where he was and what had happened.
+The pocket-book! His eyes went hurriedly over the table. Gone! It had
+been no dream, then--no trick of the senses. He flung out his arms upon
+the table and buried his face upon them. Suddenly a faint hope sprang up
+in his heart. It must have been Meredith! His own fears, and the dim,
+uncertain light, had imparted the spectral, shadowy appearance, and
+exaggerated the whole effect. Meredith must have imagined--as in case of
+emergency he was to have been induced to imagine--that a jest was being
+played off upon him, and had determined to return it in kind, managing
+somehow to get himself up for the role. Had they not been talking
+about the monk and his gesture of warning? Yes; Meredith, of
+course!--beginning to recover his nerve. He had been caught, and
+Meredith had not been caught; that was all, and he had only to treat the
+whole thing as a jest.
+
+But all this notwithstanding, there was an under-current of something
+very like fear in his mind which caused him to watch the slowly
+broadening light of day with feverish impatience for the time when he
+could enter Meredith's room. It would not do to go too early, lest his
+very anxiety should arouse the other's suspicions. Everything now
+depended upon his being able to treat the whole thing as a jest. He
+threw off his disguise, washed and dressed, and then sat listening for
+the usual sounds of Sally's movements about the house.
+
+When the clock struck six he could contain himself no longer, and made
+his way to Meredith's room, going to the door which opened into the
+corridor. Meredith, in response to his knock, unlocked the door and
+admitted him.
+
+"Up already, Meredith?"
+
+"Yes, I am accustomed to rise early."
+
+As he advanced into the room, Laurence darted a quick look towards the
+dressing-table. There lay the pocket-book! He had been right; it had
+appeared as a jest to Meredith, and he had played one off in return.
+"Had I only guessed and kept my wits about me, instead of making a fool
+of myself, by going off in a fainting fit, the jest might have been
+better kept up."
+
+"I see you can make, as well as take, a jest, old fellow," he began,
+with an attempt at a laugh.
+
+"I was too sleepy and lazy to do more than take it, Verschoyle. I saw
+what was done both times; but the restoration was managed best."
+
+"Restoration?"
+
+"The putting the book back."
+
+Laurence Verschoyle dropped into a chair, gazing at the other with
+widely opened eyes. "Do you mean to say you did not? For Heaven's sake,
+tell me the truth, Meredith! You followed me to my room and brought the
+book back. I--I--saw you!"
+
+"That you did not, and could not have done, Verschoyle. I did not rise
+from the bed after I lay down until six o'clock this morning, just
+before you came in."
+
+"You must--either awake or asleep, you must have!" catching at a last
+hope that the other might have walked in his sleep.
+
+"No; on my honour; I was tired, but I could not sleep. I saw the ghostly
+appearance each time: and I was struck by the difference in the second.
+It was a more ghostly affair altogether. I saw, in fact, only a hand and
+part of an arm."
+
+Laurence went hurriedly to the door opposite that by which he had
+entered, and turned the handle: locked on the outside, as he had left
+it!
+
+"The first came that way," said Meredith, who had followed him with his
+eyes; "but not the other."
+
+"Meredith, it was I who came, and I came but once!" ejaculated Laurence,
+shudderingly.
+
+He covered his face with his hands a few moments; then, in sudden
+desperation, confessed the whole truth. "I meant to rob you! I dressed
+up as the monk for the purpose. I took the book, intending to abstract
+five hundred pounds; and, if you woke and challenged me, was going to
+say that it was done to try your pluck. I had taken it to my room. It
+lay on the table before me, and I was about to open it, when a feeling I
+can't describe came over me. I knew I was not alone. I was sitting
+before the dressing-table, and, glancing into the glass, saw the
+reflection of a figure standing behind me--the figure of a monk! A
+deathlike hand was put forth. I saw the fingers close over the book, and
+then I suppose I lost consciousness, for I can remember no more."
+
+"The monk!" Meredith gazed at the other, and became gravely silent
+again.
+
+[Illustration: "THE MONK!"]
+
+"I was in terrible straits," hurriedly went on Laurence. "I meant last
+night to appeal to you for a loan; but I fancied you seemed rather hard
+and stand-offish, and what I had to tell was not easy to tell. There was
+a prison before me, Meredith, unless I could get money, which there
+seemed no chance of my being able to get, and the knowledge that you had
+all those notes about you tempted me. I meant to take the five hundred,
+put the rest back, and trust to the chance of your not suspecting how it
+had gone. Of course, I cheated myself with the belief that if I could
+set myself straight this time, I would put my shoulder to the wheel and
+repay you somehow. I think I see myself as I am--now, and I know I shall
+not again try to retrieve my fortunes that way. You can't despise me
+more than I despise myself!"
+
+"I am very sorry," said Meredith. "I did not imagine you were in such
+immediate necessity. I only wish you had told me last night, when all
+this might have been prevented"--still speaking a little abstractedly.
+Was it to be regretted, after all, that Verschoyle had been brought face
+to face with himself in this way, since it had brought about such a
+revulsion in his mind? He presently decided what course he would take,
+and went on:--
+
+"Look here, Verschoyle. I intended last night to ask you to let me help
+you in some way, and only delayed until this morning because I wanted to
+reflect a little as to the best means of doing so. We will go into that
+later on. I will only say now that you need be under no anxiety as to
+the money. I have a good income--more, a great deal, than I desire to
+spend--and there is a large surplus lying idle at my banker's just now.
+Use it to set yourself straight with the world, old fellow"; then, as
+the other made a gesture of dissent: "Let me have my say. You shall
+repay me when you have made your way--as a man of your ability is sure
+to do. Nonsense, you have your mother and sister to consider, you know."
+
+"My poor mother and Madge. Meredith, you could never imagine what my
+sister has been to us."
+
+"Couldn't I?" thought Meredith.
+
+"She has kept us going the last six months; and though the pressure was
+growing heavier and heavier, she never----What a selfish brute I have
+been!"
+
+"Come, it's something to recognise that!" thought Meredith. "There's
+some hope for you, after all"; adding to the other: "We will get these
+bills settled at once, and then we can see what you are most inclined to
+turn to."
+
+The two young men went down together, and found breakfast awaiting
+them--a more varied and bountiful repast than had been set before them
+the previous evening, Sally having run down to an adjacent farmhouse for
+supplies. The two breakfasted together alone. Mrs. Verschoyle kept her
+room till later in the day, and her daughter, who was superintending in
+the kitchen, had only time to look in with a morning greeting.
+
+After breakfast the two young men held consultation together, then set
+off for the town, called at the lawyer's office there, and sent off
+sundry telegrams. When they returned to the Priory later in the day, it
+was explained that Meredith had been helping Laurence with his advice on
+business matters.
+
+"He is the best old fellow in the world, Madge--acting with the noblest
+generosity! I think all our troubles will soon be over now," said
+Laurence to his sister when they were alone.
+
+"Generosity! Oh, Laurence, you won't take his money?" she ejaculated, a
+ring of sharp pain in her voice. "Not his money!"
+
+"I won't take advantage of him, Madge. I swear it. Something has
+happened. I am a different man, and my whole life will be changed."
+
+His tone and manner gave her more hope than even his words.
+
+"I am going to set to work in earnest; and he will be repaid for all he
+means to do."
+
+"Are you sure?" she murmured; adding a little doubtfully, with the
+remembrance of past experience: "But how?"
+
+"That you will see later on."
+
+She was to see, in another way than that he supposed. Meredith lost no
+time in striving to gain the prize he had set his heart upon, returning
+again and again to the Priory until he had won his wife.
+
+It was the last evening of their stay at the old place. On the morrow
+Margaret Verschoyle was to be his wife, and they were to go direct to
+his beautiful Devonshire home for the purpose of comfortably installing
+her mother there, before setting forth on the tour. Mrs. Verschoyle's
+health had wonderfully improved with the knowledge of her children's
+bright prospects; and wonders were expected from the soft Devonshire
+air.
+
+They had been reading a letter from Laurence, full of hope and
+enthusiasm for the new life he had begun in Canada, where he had chosen
+to make his start, Meredith having rendered the way easy for him.
+
+As they lingered on the terrace, the happy girl ventured to whisper out
+the confession that had to be made before she became his wife. She must
+have no secrets from him now.
+
+"Allan, you know now--Laurence has told you what he meant to do. But
+there is something else you ought to know. How shall I tell you? He
+thought he saw a ghost that night; but, oh, Allan, it was I!"
+
+"I don't think he would have done it after all, darling. I believe he
+would have made a clean breast of it in the morning, in any case."
+
+"But are you not surprised to hear it was I who played the ghost the
+second time?"
+
+He replied only by a caress.
+
+"I did it in the desperation of the moment, and fear gave me courage."
+
+"The first time I have heard of fear giving courage," taking the sweet
+face between his hands and looking into her eyes.
+
+"Oh, well! I meant fear for him. I thought--I feared that Laurence was
+going into your room--I watched him go; and then, putting on a long
+waterproof cloak, and drawing the hood over my head to look like the
+monk, I followed him. It was I who put the pocket-book back."
+
+"How did you manage it?" with a smile.
+
+[Illustration: "HOW DID YOU MANAGE IT?"]
+
+"You see, you had left your window a little open. I climbed the thick
+ivy that runs up the wall--I had often done it when a child--slipped my
+hand between the bars of the window, and put the book upon the table."
+
+"But you forgot to raise your hand in warning; and ghosts are not
+generally in such a hurry, I think, to say nothing of the size of the
+hand."
+
+"It was a scramble; did you hear me fall?"
+
+"I heard a little 'Oh!'"
+
+"Then you _did_ know?"
+
+"I knew Verschoyle had a very good sister."
+
+"Allan, I do not think he suspects. Ought I not to tell him the truth?"
+
+"Not yet. Since the impression has worked such good effects, as well let
+him remain under it for a while. Time enough to knock down the
+scaffolding when the building is completed--eh, darling?"
+
+
+
+
+_Illustrated Interviews._
+
+XXII.--SIR ROBERT RAWLINSON, K.C.B.
+
+
+The Boltons, South Kensington, does not cover a very wide area--it is a
+circle of houses with a church in the centre, surrounded by trees,
+amongst the boughs of which the birds seem to sing and make merry from
+New Year's Day to the ringing out of the old year. This is the third
+time our note-book and pencil have been busily employed in this very
+pleasant corner of Kensington. At No. 16, Madame Albani has chatted over
+five o'clock tea and deliciously thin bread and butter; at No. 27, Mr.
+F. C. Burnand once frankly declared that to become a successful humorist
+one must needs possess a serious turn of mind, and refuse to yield to
+it!
+
+I remember this as I cross to the opposite side of The Boltons to No.
+11, where the great civil engineer and eminent sanitarian lives--the man
+who saved many a life in the Crimea, and has numerous works due to his
+engineering skill, not only in this country, but in distant lands. There
+is little about his house suggestive of the craft of which he is a past
+master. He pleads a most artistic hobby: that of pictures; and after
+spending a day with him and Lady Rawlinson--they have been happily
+married for sixty-three years--I made a hurried survey of the artistic
+treasures on the walls once more, and tried to single out a picture
+which had not some history attached to it. It was impossible. And the
+day's pleasure ended in not only listening to the story of a not
+uneventful life, but the bringing away of a collection of pictorial
+anecdotes of remarkable and often historical interest.
+
+[Illustration: THE STUDY.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+In appearance, Sir Robert, though on the very day I sit down to write he
+enters upon his eighty-third birthday, still retains that striking
+physique which singled him out as a probable "long liver" in the
+"fifties." He is tall, and his hair and beard are quite white--his
+spirits quick, undampable, and merry. That he is an enthusiast on many
+things is evident from the rapid way in which he discusses his pet
+subjects. Take Landseer, for instance. The great animal painter never
+produced a canvas of which Sir Robert could not tell you its story. On
+matters of hygiene--particularly of that relating to armies in the
+field--he is an indisputable authority, whilst he has always had the
+domiciliary condition of the people near at heart--the proper house
+accommodation of the people is a subject he is always ready to discuss.
+On all these matters, and many more, the great engineer speaks frankly,
+kindly, and well.
+
+The holly-bushes look delightfully green from the study windows. Here is
+a fine bust of Her Majesty, by Noble, and a statuette of Miss Florence
+Nightingale, with whom Sir Robert frequently came in contact during the
+Crimean War. There are several family portraits; and a couple of
+strikingly clever sketches of Paganini, by Landseer, draw from their
+present possessor the remark that he never heard the famous violinist,
+because the prices charged for admission were beyond his means, but he
+caught sight of him by waiting at the door of the theatre until he came
+out. Marshall, the painter, is represented by an old lady picking a
+goose.
+
+[Illustration: PAGANINI.
+
+_By Sir Edwin Landseer._]
+
+[Illustration: PAGANINI.
+
+_By Sir Edwin Landseer._]
+
+"I like that picture," said Sir Robert, "because the face is the nearest
+resemblance to my old mother I ever saw. There's a couple of curious sea
+pieces," pointing to a pair of pictures done on two pieces of rough deal
+board--"Storm" and "Calm." "They were painted by Richard Dadd, the mad
+artist. He had an illusion that his father was the devil. He was
+pronounced mad, and was confined in Broadmoor Lunatic Asylum. But come
+upstairs."
+
+On the upper landing hang several remarkable examples of Dadd's work.
+One is a canvas executed before he went out of his mind; two depict his
+efforts afterwards. One of the latter is an Eastern market place, the
+other "The Crooked Path"--an incident from the "Pilgrim's
+Progress"--done on a sheet of brown paper, and dated Broadmoor,
+September, 1866. Every face painted bears the sign of insanity! The
+staircase, which is flooded with light from the beautiful stained-glass
+window, has many fine canvases, notably Landseer's original study for
+the companion to "Bolton Abbey in the Olden Time," a genuine Holbein of
+Harry the Eighth, a Linnell, small but precious, for it cost three
+hundred guineas, and the sketch for Sir Joshua Reynolds's "Holy Family."
+
+In a small ante-room near here hangs a portrait of Miss Florence
+Nightingale as she appeared when engaged in her noble duties in the
+Crimean War. We pause for a moment before a moonlight scene--a picture
+of the graveyard in the Crimea, and Sir Robert crosses to a table and
+takes from it a forty-two pound shot, which he places in my hand--a shot
+of steel, forged and not cast.
+
+"I keep that picture to remind me how very near I was being put to rest
+there myself," he said, thoughtfully; then, pointing to the cannon ball,
+he added, "Yes, and that very nearly did it. The story goes a long way
+to prove that nothing is ever lost by being polite."
+
+Sir Robert Rawlinson is probably the only man living who has been
+knocked off his horse by a cannon ball. It was Sunday morning, the 18th
+of June, 1854, in the Crimea, that Sir Robert--then Mr. Rawlinson--was
+riding out with some young artillery officers down a ravine called "The
+Valley of the Shadow of Death." A great crowd of our soldiers were
+assembled on Cathcart's Hill, and the Russians began firing. Mr.
+Rawlinson called out to a captain:--
+
+"I'm not going any farther; good morning," and raised his hat to salute
+him. As he did so the shot came whizzing along in front of him, cutting
+the reins, the pommel of the saddle, and driving a steel purse against
+the crest of the hip-bone, making a large flesh wound, and seriously
+bruising the bone. The rider thought he was cut in two.
+
+[Illustration: THE CROOKED PATH.
+
+_From a Painting by Richard Dadd._]
+
+"Now, had I not raised my hat," said Sir Robert, merrily, "my right arm
+must have been taken off, as the shot perforated my coat beneath the
+arm. It has left a deep hole in my hip as a gentle little reminder!"
+
+How pleasant were the picture stories told of the etchings and
+engravings in the bedroom! Over the door are the dogs of Sir Walter
+Scott, by a pupil of Tom Landseer--valuable, for it is the only proof
+taken from the plate in that state. And the Landseers! Over the
+mantel-board are "Night" and "Morning," and near by an etching--and Sir
+Robert said he considered it better than the engraving--of "The Monarch
+of the Glen," a picture which Landseer originally painted for the
+Refreshment Room of the House of Lords for 300 guineas, but which, much
+to the artist's chagrin, was rejected by a Fine Arts Committee, of which
+the Prince Consort was chairman. Here is "The Midsummer Night's Dream."
+
+"I was talking to Landseer one day," said Sir Robert, "and I asked him
+why he had painted the dwarf yellow.
+
+"'Oh!' he replied, 'that's mustard-seed, _and he must be strong_!'
+
+"You notice the white hare in the picture," continued Sir Robert.
+"Landseer never made mistakes, but if anybody imagined he did, he was
+very smart in replying to the charge. A lady pointed out to him that she
+thought the rabbit was wrong--she had never seen a rabbit's legs placed
+like that. Landseer was equal to the occasion, for he replied:--
+
+"'That is not a rabbit, madam; _it's a white hare_!'"
+
+In a corner is the engraving of the portrait of Landseer himself, with a
+couple of dogs peeping over his shoulder. It was painted when the artist
+was sixty-three years of age with the aid of a looking-glass--and the
+retriever and collie came and looked over their master's shoulder to see
+what he was doing. What better title could have been found for it than
+"The Connoisseurs"? Landseer gave this picture to the Prince of Wales.
+We talked for a long time about Landseer. In Sir Robert's earlier days
+he was associated with Robert Stephenson, and we remembered a little
+story of a picture specially painted for Stephenson by Landseer.
+
+"Stephenson was a man of a very kindly disposition and exceptionally
+simple tastes," said Sir Robert, "and some railway people wished to
+present him with a piece of plate of the value of 500 guineas. He had
+already received some L2,000 worth of plate, and assured his would-be
+kindly donors that he would rather have a picture by Landseer. This
+remark delighted the artist very much, and he said: 'This is the first
+time I ever heard of a fellow who preferred a picture to silver plate.
+Well, he shall have a good one.' The result was 'The Twins.'"
+
+[Illustration: THE LANDING.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+I could not help asking Sir Robert to allow me to tell him the sequel to
+this incident--a little anecdote related to me by the late Mr. Henry
+Graves, the famous print-seller, of Pall Mall, who probably knew
+Landseer better than any other man. The picture shows a sheep with twins
+by its side, and was the only painting the artist ever finished
+straightaway, instead of working on a number at the same time, as was
+his wont.
+
+The picture was in the possession of Mr. Graves. He received a
+communication from America, saying that Landseer's work had never been
+seen in America; could it be lent for exhibition for a month in New
+York, in consideration of which they would take 500 guineas' worth of
+proofs, and insure it for L1,000? Here is the story in Mr. Graves's own
+words:--
+
+"My American correspondent came over to look to the safety of the
+picture. We were dining together with some friends one night, and about
+eight o'clock he said:--
+
+"'I must be off to Liverpool--the boat goes at twelve o'clock
+to-morrow.'
+
+[Illustration: MISS FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE.
+
+_From a Photograph._]
+
+"I pressed him to stay, remarking he could go by the early train in the
+morning and be in good time. He remained, and left on the morrow; the
+train was delayed, and he lost the boat. That vessel went down. But what
+about the picture? We wrote over to New York so as to get the necessary
+documents to claim the insurance, but they replied, 'What do you mean?
+The picture is being exhibited!' I had sent 'The Twins' in good time to
+Liverpool, and the authorities there noticing the case labelled
+'Valuable picture by Landseer--great care,' and having a boat then
+going, were just in time to get it on board. Indeed, I believe it was
+the last thing received on board by the captain. So the picture went
+before, and the agent fortunately went after, the boat that was never
+heard of. It now hangs in the house of Mr. Stephenson's nephew."
+
+[Illustration: GRAVEYARD IN THE CRIMEA.]
+
+The drawing-room walls are covered with works of art--Sidney Cooper,
+George Frip, Mueller, J. B. Pyne (who was Mueller's master), Absalon (who
+designed the grand curtain for Her Majesty's Theatre), and Brittan
+Willis are all well represented. Absalon gives "Crecy" and "Agincourt"
+as they are to-day. In the latter picture the mill is shown where it is
+said the King stood while the Black Prince won the battle. A striking
+portrait of Lady Blessington is by Shalon, and there are no fewer than
+three valuable portraits of the Queen, one of which is the chalk drawing
+by Winterhalter, and the other is the original picture of Her Majesty
+painted by Parris from the orchestra of Drury Lane Theatre, a
+reproduction of which was published in the third number of this
+Magazine, together with the story associated with it, told me by the
+late Mr. Henry Graves, who sat by the side of Parris when he made the
+sketch. Lewis is responsible for "Interior of a Harem."
+
+"Very expensive man to buy," Sir Robert said. "A few of his pictures
+were to be sold, and I attended the sale. One was a little larger than
+this, on a similar subject, and I thought I would buy it as a companion
+work. But it went for eleven hundred guineas!" Over a fine cabinet are a
+pair of dogs in pencil, by Landseer. "Racket" was drawn when he was ten
+years of age and "Pincher" a year later. The Satsuma ware and Sevres
+china scattered about the apartment are exceptionally choice, and the
+curious cloth which covers the table in the centre of the room--a table,
+by-the-bye, which belonged to our Ambassador to France during the great
+Revolution of 1793--came from the Sultan's palace at Constantinople, and
+is worked with His Majesty's name in silk in the centre.
+
+But what is unquestionably the most interesting among the contents of
+the drawing-room is the cabinet of Japanese ivories. It contains
+probably the finest collection of such Japanese handicraft in miniature
+in the kingdom. There is everything in ivory, from a beggar with his
+rosary to a beauty with painted cheeks and almond-shaped eyes. You may
+handle the quaintest of ideas carried out in ivory; a skeleton carrying
+a baboon--calculated to beat Holbein's "Dance of Death" all to pieces;
+skulls with cobras intertwined--indeed, the serpent is everywhere; and
+all with some mystic meaning.
+
+[Illustration: THE DRAWING-ROOM.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+[Illustration: THE DRAWING-ROOM.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+"The date of the workmanship of these," said Sir Robert, "must go back
+for centuries."
+
+"I should think to the very beginning!" Lady Rawlinson remarked. And
+amongst these curios are rare jade bowls of white and green, and shining
+in the midst of all--as big and almost as brilliant as the noonday
+sun--is the largest ball of pure rock crystal in Europe. An
+exquisitely-carved rhinoceros horn in the shape of a goblet might
+possibly come in useful, for the legend associated with it runs that
+should poison be put in it, and some unkind friend request you to drink,
+the deadly liquor would disappear of its own accord.
+
+We looked in at the small library, and then went into the dining-room.
+As in the drawing-room, the walls are hidden from view by artistic
+works--Landseer, Frith, Phil Morris, Mueller, Ansdell, Ansdell and
+Phillip, Hefner, Weiser, Creswick, Sant, John Wilson, Junr., Solomon,
+and Henry O'Neil--the latter artist's "Return of the Wanderer" being in
+a conspicuous position. As Sir Robert points them out, he seems to see
+an unwritten story on every canvas. He singles out the Mueller as his
+greatest treasure, for it was the last and possibly the best work the
+artist ever chronicled with his brush, and he died eight days after its
+completion.
+
+Pointing to the first study of Frith's "Dolly Varden," Sir Robert said:
+"Frith painted three 'Dolly Vardens.' One of these was a commission from
+Dickens in 1844, for which he received L20. When Frith asked Dickens if
+he wanted the sketch, his reply was, 'No, of course I don't.' That is
+the sketch which Dickens refused, for which I paid the small sum of
+fifteen guineas. At his sale the picture, for which he gave L20,
+realized one thousand guineas.
+
+[Illustration: "RACKET."
+
+_From the Drawing by Sir Edwin Landseer._]
+
+[Illustration: "PINCHER."
+
+_From the Drawing by Sir Edwin Landseer._]
+
+"Those donkeys on a common are by Ansdell, R.A. I gave him an order to
+paint me some donkeys, and he painted them in an old churchyard with
+tombstones. I complained to him in a joking sort of way.
+
+"'Oh!' he replied, 'I thought a churchyard was just the place for a
+sanitary commissioner!'
+
+"There is another canvas by Ansdell and Phillip, R.A.--a Spanish scene.
+Ansdell painted the mule and surrounding landscape, whilst Phillip put
+in the two figures. The young girl on the mule is Ansdell's daughter.
+That is Sant's own little girl in the picture called 'The Fairy Tale,'
+and 'The Gossips' is by Solomon, to which a story was written by Miss
+Power, the niece of Lady Blessington. Whilst Solomon was painting 'The
+Gossips' for me, he was engaged on a portrait of Jenny Lind, who, by the
+way, used to live here in The Boltons. Solomon told me of some of the
+great singer's odd expressions which she made use of whilst her portrait
+was in progress of being painted.
+
+[Illustration: THE LIBRARY.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+"'No, no,' she would cry, 'it's not like me! You haven't made my nose
+big enough. Don't you see my nose is all over my face? Oh! and look at
+my hair. It isn't green enough!'
+
+"'Not green enough?' Solomon exclaimed.
+
+"'No; don't you see that my hair is the colour of what you call hay
+before it is made?'"
+
+So, brimful of these stories, we sat down together by the fire. I heard
+of a most useful life--a successful career, conceived and carried out by
+the man who related it. Whatever success has fallen to Sir Robert
+Rawlinson's lot has been honestly laboured for. Sir Robert to-day is a
+real example, a personified definition of--Industry. He refers to it all
+very quietly--there is not a tittle of over-estimated powers about his
+speech. He started life with a purpose--he has lived it with a will.
+Born at Bristol on the 28th February, 1810--his father, Thomas
+Rawlinson, of Chorley, Lancashire, was a mason and builder, his mother a
+Devonshire woman. Sir Robert barely went to school--he frankly declares
+that his education only cost three-halfpence a week. He worked at his
+father's business at Chorley, and before he was twenty-one he was a
+stone-mason, bricklayer, millwright, carpenter, sawyer, and even a
+navvy, and all with a view of grounding himself in everything of a
+practical nature which would tend to make him an engineer--a profession
+on which his heart was set.
+
+"When I was one-and-twenty," he said, as he contemplatively turned over
+the past pages of his life in his mind, "I was residing at Liverpool and
+entered the Dock office under Jesse Hartley, the greatest dock engineer
+the world has seen. I remained there for five years, for the last three
+of which I was Hartley's confidential draughtsman and adviser. Then I
+went on to the London and Birmingham Railway, the Blisworth contract,
+under Robert Stephenson. Stephenson was remarkably considerate and
+indeed a gentleman, and treated me with almost brotherly kindness. I was
+in charge of the masonry. The railway was in a cutting about two miles
+long and sixty feet deep through rock, with an intervening bed of clay,
+which had to be cut out and then filled in with masonry. I was then
+twenty-six."
+
+Mr. Rawlinson completed the work successfully. At the age of thirty, he
+once more went to Liverpool, filling the post of Assistant Surveyor to
+the Corporation. He remained there for two and a half years, when, on
+the recommendation of his first employer--Jesse Hartley--he was
+appointed engineer to the celebrated Bridgwater Canal. Then I listened
+to the story of how he came to design and complete the wonderful hollow
+brick ceiling over St. George's Hall, Liverpool; the lightest work of
+its kind, probably, in the world.
+
+"Whilst I was in Liverpool," Sir Robert said, "I met young Harvey
+Lonsdale Elmes, the architect of St. George's Hall. He was about
+twenty-four years of age, yet he captured 1,500 guineas, being the three
+premiums offered for designs for St. George's Hall, the New Law Courts,
+and the New Collegiate Institute. We often met and talked together. I
+assisted him in getting out the plan for the foundation, and I laid the
+first brick of St. George's Hall. Elmes was consumptive. He went for a
+time to the Isle of Wight. He became worse, and the doctors ordered him
+to winter in Kingston, Jamaica. One day, before leaving England, he sent
+for me.
+
+"'Rawlinson,' he said, 'if anything would give me a chance of coming
+back with my life, it would be to see my building in your hands!'
+
+"What could I say? I undertook the task until I handed it over to the
+great London architect, Mr. Cockerel, who completed it."
+
+Now came an important epoch in Mr. Rawlinson's career. In 1848 the
+Public Health Act was passed and he was appointed the first engineer
+superintendent inspector. He made the first inquiry and wrote the first
+report on Dover--he subsequently inspected and reported on the state and
+condition of towns and villages from Berwick-on-Tweed to Land's End,
+from Liverpool to Hull.
+
+[Illustration: THE DINING-ROOM.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+"The Commission of Inquiry lived until 1854," continued Sir Robert. "It
+met with such violent opposition in Parliament that it had to be broken
+up, though it was immediately revived by Lord Palmerston, under the
+chairmanship of Sir Benjamin Hall. I was at this time engineer to the
+Birmingham and Wolverhampton Waterworks." The lad who had been
+stone-mason and bricklayer, sawyer and carpenter, was earning L5,000 a
+year. It was at this point in our conversation that Sir Robert referred
+to the Duke of Wellington.
+
+"I used to see him," he said, "walking down from Apsley House to the
+Chapel Royal, St. James's, in white trousers and blue frock-coat with
+brass buttons. Whenever he was in London on a Sunday he used to attend
+the early morning eight o'clock service at St. James's, and when I had
+any friends who wanted to see the great Duke, I used to take them to
+church. Frequently he, with myself and friends sitting at a good point
+of vantage, would be the only people there. But this by the way. Now
+came the winter of '54 and '55--the time of Crimea. In the spring of
+1855 I was sent out as Engineering Sanitary Commissioner to the East.
+There is a portrait hanging there of Dr. Sutherland and myself taken in
+our hut in the Crimea.
+
+"I was down in Lancashire one Saturday and came up to Euston in the
+evening, arriving there at ten o'clock. My wife was there with the
+brougham waiting for me--much to my surprise. She said, very quietly,
+'I've got a note for you from Lord Shaftesbury; he's called several
+times to-day.' I knew what it meant--the Government wanted me to go out
+to the Crimea. The note read: 'Dear Rawlinson,--See me to-night if
+possible; if not, at eight o'clock to-morrow morning.' We drove away to
+Grosvenor Square at once, but Shaftesbury was dining with Palmerston. I
+went again at eight o'clock in the morning. He was sitting in his
+library.
+
+"'Well, Rawlinson,' he said, with a gloomy expression, 'we are losing
+our poor army in the Crimea. I've induced Palmerston to agree to a
+Sanitary Commission. Dr. Sutherland and Dr. Gavin will go, but I want an
+engineer. Will you go?'
+
+"The whole thing now comes vividly before me. When I learned afterwards
+that from December to March, out of an army of 32,000 men, 11,000 had
+died through starvation and climate--in three months more at the same
+rate there would have been no British Army!
+
+"'I'll go, my lord,' I said.
+
+"He embraced me like a woman.
+
+"'You shall take such powers as men never took before,' he said, and he
+kept his word. The Commission sailed on the following Thursday, at the
+end of February, landed at Constantinople on the 6th March, and the next
+day we went over to the great hospitals on the Asiatic side, where the
+men were dying at the rate of sixty and seventy a day. The wards were
+full of sick and dying, there was no adequate ventilation, and the area
+outside of the hospitals was covered with filth and the carcasses of
+animals. The cleansing was heavy work. On the second day of our arrival
+I had the upper portion of the windows broken to let ventilation into
+the rooms. Armenians and Greek labourers cleared away the carcasses--for
+the Turks would not touch them--and subsequently the hospitals were
+white-washed. By mid-summer our hospitals were the cleanest in
+Europe--so Florence Nightingale wrote home. The mortality decreased from
+sixty and seventy per thousand to twelve and fourteen, and went on
+improving. The French did nothing, although they had some palaces on the
+European side for their sick. They neither drained, ventilated, nor
+cleansed the surroundings--men, nurses, officers and doctors went down
+with fever--they telegraphed home for nurses and doctors; the reply was,
+'there were none to spare.' _Peace was absolutely necessary!_"
+
+[Illustration: SIR ROBERT RAWLINSON.
+
+_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]
+
+Sir Robert referred to all this very quietly, but the value of this work
+will never be estimated or known. Sir Colin Campbell--afterwards Lord
+Clyde--who led the Highland brigade at the Battle of the Alma--called
+him the "Inquisitor General," a compliment, indeed; and to-day the
+veteran field-marshal, Lord William Paulet, never meets him without
+gripping his hand and exclaiming: "I'm glad to see you, Rawlinson--had
+it not been for you I shouldn't be here to-day."
+
+The wound from the cannon ball was the cause of Mr. Rawlinson's return
+home from the Crimea, but he continued to act until the end of the war.
+The late Emperor of Germany, Prince Bismarck, and Count Moltke have all
+acknowledged his services in sanitary matters. In 1864 Lord Palmerston
+made him a C.B., in 1885 Mr. Gladstone recommended him for Knighthood,
+and in 1889 Lord Salisbury for a K.C.B. Sir Robert has served on three
+Royal Commissions; water-works have been constructed under his
+directions in Hong Kong--the name Hong Kong curiously enough means
+'fragrant streams'--and Singapore; and Sir Robert conceived and
+established a system of main sewerage which has had not a little to do
+with the health of the people.
+
+Then as we sat together by the window opening on to the green lawn we
+talked of many a famous man Sir Robert had known. He spoke of the blunt
+ways of Garibaldi--rough, uncouth, though not lacking in the heartiness,
+however, inseparable from a sailor. Then of Lord Shaftesbury, Carlyle,
+and many more.
+
+"I remember a little incident that happened one day when I was staying
+with Lord Shaftesbury," said Sir Robert. "We were walking together in
+the grounds when a gardener approached him, and asked for a gun and
+packet of cartridges to shoot the blackbirds and thrushes which were
+ruining the fruit trees.
+
+"'No,' said Shaftesbury. 'You may get nets if you like and cover the
+fruit, or hire a boy to keep the birds away, or sit up yourself; but if
+you shoot a bird in my gardens you must go about your business.'
+
+"Next day I was standing with him on the steps. A gun went off.
+
+"'Shooting?' I said.
+
+"'Yes,' he replied; 'that's the keeper shooting your dinner.'
+
+"'Well,' I said, 'if I have to come again into this world I'd be a
+blackbird or a thrush; I wouldn't be a pheasant or a partridge!'
+
+"I can only hope he forgave me.
+
+"Carlyle? Well, from about 1865, and on to near his death, at the
+request of the Sage of Chelsea, I spent many pleasant evenings with him.
+He usually sat on a low seat leaning against the side of the fire,
+smoking a long clay pipe up the drawing-room chimney. I sat on a chair
+on the opposite side of the fireplace. I do not remember that we ever
+had any form of drinkable refreshments during the couple of hours I
+might be with him in the evening.
+
+"One night I questioned him about the destruction of the manuscript of a
+volume of his 'French Revolution.' I asked, 'Is it true that an entire
+volume of the manuscript was lost or destroyed?' when he replied in a
+tone of distress, 'Yes, yes; it is ower true. I lent it to a friend, and
+never saw it again.' I said, 'I can hardly comprehend how you got over
+it.' He replied, 'For two days and nights I could neither eat nor
+sleep.' I then said, 'Well, but you did get over it, some way?' 'Well,
+yes,' he replied. 'I just went into the country, and for several weeks
+did nothing but read Marryat's novels.' Bursting into a loud laugh, the
+thought of this time seemed now to amuse him. 'Well,' I said, 'and what
+did you do then?' When he replied, with a deep sigh, 'I just came back
+and wrote it all over again.' Then he further said, solemnly, 'I dinna
+think it's the same; no, I dinna think it's the same!'
+
+[Illustration: DR. SUTHERLAND. MR. RAWLINSON.
+
+"IN THE CRIMEA."
+
+_From a Painting._]
+
+"On other evenings we had conversations on various matters, as for
+instance, modern portrait statuary in London, which I said upon the
+whole was not satisfactory, in which he agreed. I ended the discussion
+by saying that if our portrait statuary became much worse, when some
+monster murderer had been tried and found guilty, the judge, putting on
+the black cap, should say, 'Prisoner at the bar, a jury of your
+countrymen having found you guilty of a most atrocious crime, you must
+be hanged until you are dead, and then a statue shall be erected to
+perpetuate your memory, and God help your soul.' Carlyle assented, but
+not in any hearty manner. No doubt I had ventured a little out of my
+bearings.
+
+"On another occasion I brought on the subject of the attack of Mrs.
+Beecher Stowe on the memory of Lord Byron. I said there might be
+something in Byron's separation from his wife neither agreeable nor
+pleasant, but that I could not believe there was much of truth in the
+abominable scandals; and that, even if some of it was true, it did not
+justify Mrs. Beecher Stowe either to make or meddle. I further said that
+Byron, in his lone death, evinced more feeling for his wife than we have
+any evidence she ever did for him. In his dying moments he wished
+Fletcher, his servant, to convey a message to Lady Byron; with his last
+breath Byron muttered, 'You will be sure and tell Lady Byron.' Fletcher
+replied, 'I have not heard one word that you have said,' when Byron with
+an exclamation, 'Ah, my God!' fell back dead."
+
+[Illustration: LADY RAWLINSON.
+
+_From a Photo. by _Fall_ Baker Street. W._]
+
+"You met Mrs. Carlyle, Sir Robert?" I asked, as we opened the veranda
+door to examine the bushes in the garden and watch what progress spring
+was making.
+
+"No, never!"
+
+"But do you know if it is true that Carlyle used to wear an expression
+of 'Silence, woman,' whenever she was in the room?"
+
+"Well, you know," Sir Robert replied, "Carlyle lived in a house that
+stood on Thames gravel. Perhaps that accounted for his dyspepsia and her
+headaches. But I can tell you this: One day Mrs. Carlyle sent a message,
+saying she wanted to see me particularly. But I was not to go until she
+sent for me, and that would be when Thomas was away, for if he was at
+home when I called, she wouldn't be able to get a word in edgeways!"
+
+ HARRY HOW.
+
+
+
+
+_Beauties:--Children._
+
+
+[Illustration: _From a Photo. by J. Weston & Son, Folkestone._
+
+ELSIE KATE BIRCH]
+
+[Illustration: _From a Photo. by Dighton, Cardiff._
+
+Winifred Gascoyne Dalziel]
+
+[Illustration: Phyllis Maude Wallis]
+
+[Illustration: _From a Photo by A. Weston, London, E.C._
+
+Gladys Herbert.]
+
+[Illustration: Erna Collins.]
+
+[Illustration: Doris Collins
+
+_From Photos. by Macey, Hampstead._]
+
+[Illustration: _From a Photo. by T. Fall, Baker Street, W._
+
+ELSIE DIEDRICHS]
+
+[Illustration: _From a Photo. by Lombardi & Co., London, S.W._
+
+DOROTHY NORCUTT]
+
+[Illustration: _From a Photo. by Brandseph, Stuttgart._
+
+Kathleen White.]
+
+
+
+
+THE ADJUTANT'S LOVE-STORY
+
+FROM THE FRENCH OF LE COMTE ALFRED DE VIGNY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+I.
+
+I was brought up in the village of Montreuil, by the cure of the place.
+The happiest period of my life was that time when I was a choir-boy,
+with plump, rosy cheeks, a clear voice, and fair hair, wearing blouse
+and sabots. As I had given evidence of possessing a musical ear, the
+good father, who had himself been in former days a notable singer and
+choir-master at Notre Dame, kindly taught me my notes.
+
+"Listen, Mathurin," he said to me one day: "you are only a peasant's
+son, but you know well your catechism and sol-fa, and some day, perhaps,
+if you are good and industrious, you may become a great musician."
+
+This speech filled me with pleasure and pride, and I twanged more
+frequently and vigorously than ever upon my teacher's shrill and
+discordant old harp.
+
+The favourite recreation of my leisure hours was to walk to the farther
+end of the park of Montreuil, and to eat my dinner there with the
+workmen who were building, in the avenue of Versailles, a little music
+pavilion, by order of the Queen. It was a charming spot.
+
+I used to take with me upon these excursions a little girl of my own
+age, named Pierrette, who, because she had such a pretty voice, was also
+taught to sing by the cure. In her hand she would carry a large slice of
+bread-and-butter, with which her mother, who was the cure's housekeeper,
+had provided her. Together we watched with great interest the growth of
+the pretty little house.
+
+Pierrette and I were at that time about thirteen years of age. She was
+already so beautiful that strangers would pause by the way to pay her
+compliments, and I have seen grand ladies descend from their carriages
+in order to caress her. She loved me as a brother.
+
+From our infancy we had walked always hand-in-hand, and this grew into
+such a settled habit that in all her life I cannot remember once giving
+her my arm. Our visits to our favourite spot won for us the friendship
+of a young stone-cutter, some eight or ten years older than ourselves.
+He was a gentle-natured fellow, sometimes, but not often, mildly gay.
+While he worked, we would sit beside him upon a stone or on the ground.
+He had made a little song about the stones that he cut, in which he
+said that they were harder than the heart of Pierrette, and he played in
+a hundred ways upon the words Pierre, Pierrette, Pierrerie, and Pierrot,
+to our endless amusement and delight. For our new friend was a poet. His
+father had been an architect, but in some way (I know not how) had come
+to ruin, and it fell to Michel to retrieve the family fortune. With his
+rule and hammer he supported a mother and two little brothers. He worked
+bravely at his stones, making couplets all the time; with each large
+block he would begin a new poem. His full name was Michel Jean Sedaine.
+
+
+II.
+
+My parents I had never known, for they had died in my infancy, both
+about the same time, of the small-pox. But the cure had been a good
+father to me. At the age of sixteen I was wild and foolish, but I knew a
+little Latin and much about music, and was, moreover, a fairly skilful
+gardener. My life was a very happy one, for it was passed at the side of
+Pierrette.
+
+One day, as I was engaged in lopping off the branches of one of the
+beeches in the park and tying them together into a small bundle,
+Pierrette suddenly exclaimed:--
+
+"Oh, Mathurin! I am so frightened! Look at those fine ladies coming
+towards us through the alley? What can they be going to do?"
+
+Looking in the direction she indicated, I saw two young women, who were
+walking at a rapid pace over the dead leaves. One, who was a trifle
+taller than the other, wore a gown of rose-coloured silk. She ran rather
+than walked, and her companion kept just a little behind. Like the poor
+peasant lad I was, I was seized with a kind of instinctive panic, and
+said to Pierrette:--
+
+"Let us hide ourselves!"
+
+But for that there was now no time, and my terror was redoubled when I
+saw the rose-coloured lady making signs to my blushing Pierrette, who
+remained as if rooted to the spot, grasping my hand tightly. I pulled
+off my cap, and stood leaning against the tree.
+
+This lady came straight up to Pierrette, and, touching her under the
+chin, as if to show her to her friend, said:--
+
+"Was I not right? Is this not the very thing for my milkmaid's costume
+on Thursday? What a pretty little girl it is! My child, will you give
+all your clothes, just as they are now, to the servants whom I will send
+for them? I will send you mine in exchange."
+
+"Oh, madame!" was all that Pierrette could say.
+
+The other young lady now came forward, and, laying her hand upon
+Pierrette's bare arm, encouraged her with gentle words, telling her
+that, this lady was one whom everybody obeyed. Then Madame Rose-colour
+spoke again:--
+
+"Be sure that you alter nothing in your costume, little one," said she,
+shaking at the girl her dainty Malacca cane. "See! Here is a handsome
+fellow who will be a soldier, and to whom I will marry you."
+
+So beautiful was she that I almost went on my knees to her. She had the
+appearance of a little, good fairy.
+
+She talked fast and gaily. Bestowing a playful pat upon Pierrette's
+cheek, she turned and tripped away, followed by her companion.
+Hand-in-hand, according to our custom, we returned home, in silence, but
+with happy hearts.
+
+I went straight to the cure, and said to him: "_Monsieur le cure_, I
+wish to be a soldier."
+
+The good man was astounded.
+
+"How is it, my dear child," said he, "that you desire to leave me? Do
+you no longer love me? Do you no longer love Pierrette? What have we
+done to you that you have grown tired of us? And is all the education I
+have given you to be thrown away? Answer, you naughty boy!" he
+commanded, with a shake of my arm.
+
+With my eyes fixed upon my shoes, I repeated:--
+
+"I wish to be a soldier."
+
+Pierrette's mother, who had brought in a glassful of water to cool the
+cure's agitation, began to cry. Pierrette wept also, but _she_ was not
+angry with me, for she knew well it was in order to marry her that I
+wished to go away.
+
+At this moment appeared two tall, powdered lackeys and a lady's-maid,
+who inquired whether the little girl had got ready the costume asked for
+by the Queen and the Princess de Lamballe.
+
+When these visitors had gone, and the commotion they caused had
+subsided, I was left alone with the cure, Pierrette and her mother
+having withdrawn in great excitement to "try on" the contents of the box
+which the Queen had sent in exchange for the little girl's frock and
+cap.
+
+My guardian then requested me to relate to him the occurrences of the
+morning, which I did, somewhat more briefly than I have told them here.
+
+[Illustration: "THE OTHER LADY NOW CAME FORWARD."]
+
+"And it is for this you would leave us, my son?" said my old friend,
+when I had ended my recital, holding my hands in his. For a long time he
+pleaded earnestly with me, setting forth the numerous hardships, perils,
+and temptations of a soldier's life, which, said he, would unfit me for
+becoming the husband of such a good, pure little being as Pierrette.
+
+To all which I replied, doggedly:--
+
+"I wish to be a soldier."
+
+I had my way.
+
+
+III.
+
+I enlisted into the noble corps of the Royal Auvergne. My training
+began, and I was promised that, if I behaved well, I should be admitted
+by-and-by into the first company of Grenadiers. I soon had a powdered
+_queue_ falling in an imposing fashion over my white vest, but I no
+longer had Pierrette, or her mother, or the cure of Montreuil, and I
+made no more music.
+
+One fine day, when I, confined to the barracks, was undergoing some
+absurd little punishment for having made three errors in the management
+of my arms, I received a visit from Michel.
+
+"Ah, Mathurin!" he said to me, "you are well punished for having left
+Montreuil. You enjoy no longer the counsel and instruction of the good
+cure, and you are fast forgetting the music which you used to love so
+well."
+
+"No matter," said I; "I have my wish."
+
+"You no longer tend the fruit trees and gather the peaches of Montreuil
+with your Pierrette, who is as fresh and sweet as they."
+
+"No matter," said I; "I have my wish."
+
+"You will have to work hard for a very long time before you can become
+even a corporal."
+
+"No matter," said I, again; "when I am a sergeant, I will marry
+Pierrette."
+
+"Ah, Mathurin!" continued my friend; "believe me, you are unwise. You
+have too much ambition and pride. Would you not like someone to buy you
+out, so that you might return to marry Pierrette?"
+
+[Illustration: "BELIEVE ME, YOU ARE UNWISE."]
+
+"Michel! Michel!" I cried; "have you not often told me yourself, 'Each
+one must make his own lot'? I do not choose to marry Pierrette with the
+money of others, and I am making my own lot, as you see. Besides, it was
+the Queen who put this idea into my head, and the Queen _must_ know
+best. She said: 'He will be a soldier, and I will marry you to him.' She
+did not say, 'He will return after having been a soldier.'"
+
+"But suppose," said Michel, "the Queen were to provide you with the
+means of marrying, would you not accept her bounty?"
+
+"No, Michel! Even if such an unlikely thing were to happen, I would not
+take her money."
+
+"And if Pierrette herself earned her _dot_?"
+
+"Then, Michel, I would marry her at once."
+
+"Well!" returned he, "I will tell that to the Queen."
+
+"Are you crazy?" I said to him, "or are you now a servant in her house?"
+
+"Neither the one nor the other, Mathurin, although I no longer cut
+stone."
+
+"What do you cut, then?" asked I.
+
+"I cut pieces, out of paper and ink."
+
+"Is it possible?"
+
+"Yes, my boy; I write simple little plays, easy to be understood. Some
+day, perhaps, you shall see one."
+
+
+IV.
+
+Meanwhile, my faithful Pierrette did not forget me. And one day a
+wonderful thing happened to her. She told me all about it afterwards.
+
+It was Easter Monday. Pierrette was sitting before the cure's door,
+working and singing, when she saw a gorgeous carriage, drawn by six
+horses, coming through the avenue. It rolled right up to the cure's
+house, and then stopped. Pierrette now saw that the carriage was empty.
+As she was gazing with all her eyes, the equerry, taking off his hat
+with great politeness, begged her to enter the vehicle.
+
+Pierrette had too much good sense to make any needless fuss. She simply
+slipped off her sabots, put on her shoes with the silver buckles, folded
+her work, and, assisted by the footman's arm, stepped into the carriage
+as if to the manner born.
+
+Soon she found herself at Trianon, where she was conducted through
+gilded apartments into the Queen's presence. With the Queen was Madame
+de Lamballe, seated in an embrasure of a window, before an easel.
+
+"Ah!" exclaimed the Queen, gaily, "here she is!" And she ran up to
+Pierrette, and took both her hands in her own. "How pretty she is!" she
+went on; "what a dear little model she will be for you! Sit there, my
+child."
+
+With these words, Marie Antoinette gently pushed the bewildered
+Pierrette into a very high chair, where she sat with her pretty feet
+dangling.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE SAW A GORGEOUS CARRIAGE."]
+
+"Now listen to me, little one," continued the Queen. "Two gentlemen will
+shortly be coming here. Whether you do or do not recognise one of them
+is no matter, but whatever they tell you, that you must do. You will
+have to sing; I know that you _can_ sing. Whenever they tell you to
+enter or to depart, to go or to come, you will obey them exactly. Do you
+understand me? All this will be for your good. This lady and I will help
+the gentlemen to teach you, and all that we ask in return for our pains
+is that, for one hour every day, you will sit for madame. You will not
+consider that any great hardship?"
+
+Pierrette was so much more than satisfied with the bargain that she
+could have embraced the Queen in the exuberance of her gratitude.
+
+As she was posing for Madame de Lamballe two men entered the room. One
+was stout, the other tall. At sight of the tall one she exclaimed: "Why!
+it is----" then stopped herself.
+
+"Well, gentlemen," said Marie Antoinette, "what do you think of her? Was
+I not right?"
+
+"It is _Rose_ herself!" replied Sedaine.
+
+"A single note, madame," said the other, M. Grevey, "and I shall know if
+she be as perfectly Monsigny's _Rose_ as she is Sedaine's."
+
+Then, turning to Pierrette, he said to her:--
+
+"Sing the scale after me thus: _Ut_, _Re_, _Mi_, _Fa_, _Sol_."
+
+The girl repeated his notes.
+
+"She has a divine voice, madame!" was his verdict.
+
+The Queen clapped her hands and jumped for joy, as she exclaimed:--
+
+"She will gain her _dot_!"
+
+
+V.
+
+Of all these gay proceedings I, of course, was ignorant. Ever since
+Michel's visit I had felt very wretched. I had no further tidings of my
+friends at Montreuil, and began to think that Pierrette must have quite
+forgotten me. The regiment remained at Orleans three months, and I had a
+bad fit of home-sickness which affected my physical health.
+
+One day, in the street, an officer of our company called me to him, and
+pointing to a huge play-bill, said:--
+
+"Read that, Mathurin."
+
+This is what I read:--
+
+"By order.
+
+"On Monday next will be given a special performance of 'Irene,' the new
+work of M. de Voltaire, to be followed by 'Rose and Colas,' an operetta
+by M. Sedaine and M. de Monsigny, for the benefit of Mademoiselle
+Colombe, of the Comedie Italienne, who will appear in the second piece.
+Her Majesty the Queen has graciously promised to be present."
+
+"What has that to do with me, my Captain?" inquired I.
+
+"You are a good-looking fellow," said the officer. "I will get you
+powdered and frizzed out a bit, and station you at the door of the Royal
+box."
+
+Thus it came to pass that the night of the performance found me in the
+theatre, resplendent in full uniform, standing upon a blue carpet, and
+surrounded on all sides by flowers and festoons.
+
+While awaiting the Queen's arrival, I overheard a conversation between
+M. de Grevey and the manager of the theatre. The latter seemed anxious
+concerning the qualifications of Mademoiselle Colombe, who, apparently,
+was quite unknown to him, while the other reassured him upon that point,
+and conveyed to him Her Majesty's guarantee that a sum equal to the half
+of the night's receipts should be paid to him for the use of his
+theatre. Evidently, the whole affair had been got up by the Queen.
+
+[Illustration: "I OVERHEARD A CONVERSATION."]
+
+Their dialogue was interrupted by a sudden bustle and commotion, and the
+Queen entered so quickly that I had barely time to present arms. With
+her was the other young lady whom I had seen at Montreuil.
+
+The performance commenced at once. All the time that 'Irene' was going
+on, the Queen laughed and chattered, but as soon as the operetta began,
+she was all attention, her example, of course, being followed by
+everyone in her box.
+
+Suddenly I heard a woman's voice which thrilled me to the heart, and set
+me trembling so that I could scarcely hold my gun. Surely there was but
+one voice like that in all the world!
+
+Through the gauze curtain drawn across the tiny window of the box, I got
+a glimpse of the performers. It was a little lady who was singing:--
+
+ Once a birdie,
+ Grey as a mouse,
+ Built for his children
+ A tiny house.
+
+Why! this charming _Rose_ was just like Pierrette! She had her figure,
+her red and blue frock, her white petticoat, her pretty simple manner,
+her small shoes with the silver buckles, her red and blue stockings!
+
+"Dear me!" said I to myself, "these actresses must be clever indeed to
+be able to make themselves look so much like other folks! Here is this
+famous Mademoiselle Colombe, who, no doubt, lives in a fine house, has
+several men-servants, and goes about in Paris dressed like a duchess,
+and she is exactly like Pierrette! But my poor little girl could not
+sing so well, although her voice may be quite as pretty."
+
+I was so fascinated that I could not turn my head away from the glass,
+and presently the door of the box struck me in the face. Someone had
+opened it, because Her Majesty complained of the heat. I heard her
+say:--
+
+"I am perfectly satisfied. My first gentleman-in-waiting may tell
+Mademoiselle Colombe that she will not repent having left to me the
+management of this affair. Ah! it amuses me so much!"
+
+"There is no doubt, madame," said the Princess de Lamballe, "that your
+good deed is a complete success. Everyone is here. See, all the good
+townsfolk of Orleans are enchanted with this splendid singer, and the
+whole court is ready to applaud her."
+
+She gave the signal for applause, and the audience, who, according to
+custom, had hitherto remained silent out of respect for the Queen, gave
+full vent to their enthusiasm. From that moment, scarcely a word of
+_Rose's_ was allowed to pass without tremendous clapping. The Queen was
+delighted.
+
+At the end of the piece the ladies threw their bouquets to _Rose_.
+
+"Where is the real lover?" inquired the Queen of the Duc de Lauzun, who
+thereupon left the box, and beckoned to my captain in the corridor.
+
+Again the nervous trembling seized me, for I felt that something--I
+could not guess what--was about to happen to me.
+
+My captain bowed respectfully, and conversed in a low tone with M. de
+Lauzun. Marie Antoinette was looking at _me_! I leaned against the wall
+to keep myself from falling. There were footsteps upon the staircase,
+and I saw Michel Sedaine, followed by Grevey and the podgy and pompous
+manager; and they were bringing Pierrette, the real Pierrette, _my_
+Pierrette, to me--my sister, my wife, my Pierrette of Montreuil!
+
+The manager was exclaiming joyfully:--
+
+"Here is a good night's work! Eighteen thousand francs!"
+
+The Queen now came forward, and, taking Pierrette's hand, said in her
+gay, kindly manner:--
+
+"You see, my child, there was no other way in which you could honourably
+earn your _dot_ in a single hour. To-morrow I shall take you back to the
+cure of Montreuil, who will, I trust, absolve us both. He will forgive
+you for playing in a comedy once in your life."
+
+Here the Queen, with a gracious bow, turned to me. To poor, bewildered,
+stupid _me_!
+
+"I hope," said she, "that M. Mathurin will deign to accept Pierrette's
+fortune. I have added nothing to it; she has earned it all herself!"
+
+[Illustration: "SHE HAS EARNED IT ALL HERSELF!"]
+
+
+
+
+_The Queer Side of Things._
+
+
+The Judge's Penance
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Your crime," said Lord Justice Pimblekin, "is the most heartless,
+atrocious, inhuman, and horrible that it has ever been my misfortune to
+hear of: your long and cold-blooded premeditation; the cynical
+indifference to the result of your atrocities, combined with the delight
+with which you have wallowed in human gore; your contempt for all the
+dictates of honesty, truth, pity, and good faith; your greed,
+ingratitude, treachery, savageness, meanness, and cannibalism; all these
+things stamp you as the most atrocious, unmitigated and loathsome
+scoundrel, savage, monster, and vampire that ever wallowed in the foul
+and fathomless quagmire of infinite and immeasurable dastardliness.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Under these circumstances I ought to inflict upon you the severest
+penalty which the law allows. I say it is my unmistakable duty to
+sentence you to penal servitude for life, with the cat once a week.
+
+"Mercy would be thrown away upon you.
+
+"Under these circumstances I will disregard my palpable duty, and render
+the whole proceedings a farce, by sentencing you to a fine of forty
+shillings, or a month."
+
+The fine being immediately paid, the prisoner left the court amid the
+congratulations of his friends.
+
+New laurels were added to the already superfoliated wreath of Lord
+Justice Pimblekin by this fresh masterpiece of judicial wisdom.
+
+He was already the most renowned of all the judges on the Bench, and the
+admiration and envy of the whole judicial and forensic body.
+
+His verdicts had a character of their own; the severity of his
+denunciation of inextenuable crime was only equalled by the inadequacy
+of the punishment dealt out; as he explained on each occasion, he never
+did his duty.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He designed a mixture of justice, equity, and mercy; only he left out
+the first two ingredients. After the mental strain of that historical
+verdict recounted above, his lordship took a holiday. He had an offer of
+a seat in a balloon which was about to ascend, and accepted. The machine
+ascended successfully from his lordship's grounds, sailed majestically
+out to sea, and disappeared in the distance.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+With the utmost anxiety the whole community waited for further news of
+the balloon; but none arrived. Either the eminent judge had been picked
+up by a passing ship bound for some remote parts, or he had perished.
+
+A year passed without news; and it was then decided to erect a cenotaph
+to his lordship in Westminster Abbey.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+One evening some time after this decision, Jemmy Wedge and Bill Slinker,
+the eminent burglars, sat in their humble room near the Mint, arranging
+the final details of a burglary dated for the following evening. Jemmy's
+eye, glancing casually round the room, perceived a dim figure standing
+in a dark corner. With a strong expression of disapproval, Jemmy jumped
+to his feet and sprang towards the intruding eavesdropper; but stopped
+suddenly with an ejaculation of surprise as he recognised the well-known
+and revered features of Lord Justice Pimblekin!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A flood of contending emotions welled up in the mind of Jemmy
+Wedge--rage at the overhearing of his plans by an intruder, and that
+intruder an administrator of the law; fear of the consequences;
+inveterate and deep-rooted affection for the judge who had so often
+saved him from the well-merited penalties of crime; surprise, wonder.
+
+His arm, raised to fell the eavesdropper, sank impotently to his side:
+he gasped and stared.
+
+"You need have no anxiety," said Lord Justice Pimblekin in a strange,
+hollow, far-off voice, "your secret is safe with me. I will not blow the
+gaff."
+
+These words, spoken with the quiet judicial accent which Jemmy knew so
+well, yet in the far-off tone mentioned above, made Jemmy's eyes rounder
+than ever with wonderment.
+
+No word of slang had ever before passed the lips of the judge: for slang
+might indeed be unintelligible to a judge who knew not what a
+race-course was, and would ask in court, "What is the 'Stock
+Exchange'--is it a cattle market?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Lord Justice Pimblekin's head was drooped hopelessly upon his bosom; and
+he now covered his face with his trembling hands, while a bright tear
+crept out between his fingers, as he murmured in a quivering voice, "I
+am one of you now! I'm a pal--that's what I am; straight, and no kid, my
+pippin!" The painful effort with which these words were uttered was
+apparent in his whole frame. He had not finished speaking; he was
+obviously struggling with another word, which threatened to choke him.
+With an expression of horror and despair, he clutched his bald head; and
+then the word came--the single word "Blimey!" It was uttered in the same
+soft, mincing, judicial accents.
+
+Then his lordship moved across the room and, sitting upon the table near
+the fire, drew out a short dirty clay pipe, lit it at the candle, and
+sat puffing at it; an occasional tear still creeping down his furrowed
+cheek.
+
+"You may proceed with your deliberations with a perfect sense of
+security," he said anon. "Djeer, old pal? _I_ ain't goin' to give yer
+away."
+
+Every phrase of this kind evidently inflicted upon the unfortunate judge
+the most acute pain.
+
+"To convince you how little you have to apprehend from me," he
+continued, "I may inform you that I shall never again occupy my former
+judicial position; in fact, I am incapacitated from doing so by the fact
+that I am a GHOST!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Now, Jemmy Wedge and Bill Slinker were superstitious and nervous to a
+degree, as most burglars are; and at that announcement their hair rose,
+and they stood gazing at the speaker with glaring eyes and chattering
+teeth.
+
+"I am sorry to cause you such alarm," said the spectre, "and assure you
+I should only be too happy to go; but I cannot--it is not permitted me
+to do so.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"The balloon in which I ascended was found to have some defect in the
+valve, which made it impossible to descend; it, consequently, after
+rising to a great altitude, burst, hurling myself and the three other
+occupants of the car into the sea. I was unfortunately drowned--a most
+terrible loss to society! The three others were drowned also; but, as
+they were neither judges nor counsel, but merely ordinary persons,
+liable to be called as jurors or witnesses, their loss need not further
+concern us. If they had survived, they would have been subsequently
+killed at some time or other by their treatment in court.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Well, I found myself floating among the disembodied spirits in space;
+and I became conscious that certain of those in my vicinity were eyeing
+me askance and whispering together in a menacing and most disturbing
+manner----" At this point the spectre broke down for a moment, and
+sobbed audibly, his emotion culminating in the words, "Strike me pink!"
+He then proceeded: "You must excuse this emotion--the whole thing has
+been too much for me--djeer?----in a most menacing and disturbing
+manner. Now and again these threatening spirits would beckon to their
+circle certain of those that passed; and these joined them in their
+minative demonstrations until, knock me funny! if the whole rabble did
+not surround me, covering me with vituperation. I gleaned from the
+evidence before me that they were innocent persons who had suffered in
+consequence of the inadequate punishments I had dealt out to various
+criminals during my judicial career. There was a woman who had been
+murdered by her husband after his release from the seven days I had
+given him for breaking both her arms and legs; there were seven babies
+who had been made away with by another malefactor, in his joy at
+escaping with one month for kicking a policeman to death. There were
+several hundreds of persons who had succumbed to the practices of a
+purveyor of diseased meat to the London markets who was an especial
+protege of mine and whom I always--after the most scathing comments on
+his villainy--let off with a fine; and so forth.
+
+"These indignant spectres dragged me before three spirits who acted as
+judges in those parts, and who, as I understood, had formerly been
+Mahatmas when living; and these, after hearing the evidence before the
+court, pronounced upon me a most--s'elp me beans!--most terrible
+sentence. I was condemned to return to earth as a ghost, and there
+remain until the evil consequences of my lapses of duty had fully worked
+themselves out. This, they calculated, would amount to a sentence of
+about seven thousand years. There was no option of a fine, while my
+request for leave to appeal for a mandamus was dismissed with costs. My
+sentence also provided that I should be compelled to assist in all the
+crimes resulting from my own leniency, and should be powerless to
+prevent them by warning the sufferers or the authorities. And,"
+concluded the unhappy spectre, sobbing aloud, "here I am, s'elp me!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The two burglars were really touched, for they had loved Lord Justice
+Pimblekin as a true and valuable friend. They knew him to have been an
+old gentleman whose abhorrence of the vulgarity of crime had been
+equalled by his sensitive horror of illiterate, vulgar, or slangy
+speech; and they thus, to a certain extent, understood the painful
+nature of his present position, for the involuntary use of the idiom and
+ways of the society in which he was now condemned to mix was a part of
+his sentence.
+
+Far into the night the judge sat smoking his short spectral pipe and
+drinking from an unsubstantial pewter pot, while he listened,
+shuddering, to the plans of the two burglars for the carrying out of
+their crime. With growing horror he gradually gleaned that the crib to
+be cracked was the house of his twin brother the Bishop of Hampstead, a
+lonely mansion near the village of Highgate.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He watched the two malefactors as they cleaned and loaded their
+revolvers and made other preparations for the expedition. If that judge
+had done his duty, these two would still have been working out their
+time for the last crime but seven which they had committed; whereas Lord
+Pimblekin had let them off for that job with three months, and visited
+their subsequent deeds with penalties which decreased at a constant
+ratio, until for the latest--burglarious entry, removal of property
+valued at L500, wilful destruction of other property valued at L5,000,
+and maiming of two policemen and one footman--he had given them seven
+days.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Now, it happened that there had been for the last year or so before the
+disappearance of Justice Pimblekin a disagreement of a somewhat painful
+nature between himself and his twin brother the Bishop of Hampstead.
+
+Both were old gentlemen of the utmost purity and philanthropy of
+principle, to whom the injuring of anyone--especially a brother--would
+have been an idea of the utmost horror.
+
+Besides this, their mutual affection was really very strong; but they
+had quarrelled about a matter of principle--a mere trifle: whether a
+piece of toast should be buttered on the right or left side; and their
+feelings had become temporarily embittered.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+This painful circumstance naturally increased the horror of the unhappy
+spectre at the present plans of the burglars, and he made the wildest
+efforts to go to his brother and warn him; but he was glued to the
+table.
+
+Just as the clocks were striking 2 a.m., however, he felt that he could
+move; and swiftly gliding away from the attic, he hurried down into the
+street and strained every nerve to direct his course towards Highgate.
+
+But every effort was vain; he was drawn, against his will, to a house
+where an habitual criminal whom his lordship had let loose upon society
+was engaged in preparing poisoned food for a family.
+
+Having assisted in the mixing of the poison, he passed on and found
+himself in a room with a swindling company-director whom he had let off
+with six months instead of fifty years; and here he assisted in the
+drawing up of a new prospectus specially designed for the benefit of the
+widow and the fatherless who might happen to have a mite or two to be
+relieved of.
+
+By this time it was morning; and the judge's ghost found himself in a
+shed where that diseased-meat purveyor whom he had alluded to was busy
+packing for the market; and the ghost helped with advice.
+
+All that day he wandered from one criminal to another, from one victim
+to another; until the following night he once more joined the two
+burglars Jemmy and Bill at the carriage-gate of the residence of the
+Bishop of Hampstead. Convulsed with inexpressible grief, the spectre
+advised the stretching of wires across the lawn to trip up pursuers;
+then struggling madly against the words which he was forced to utter, he
+offered, as a ghost, to glide in through the walls and discover the most
+vulnerable fastenings; an offer which the two burglars eagerly and
+gratefully accepted. After this the judge's ghost pointed out where the
+plate was kept, and assisted in chloroforming the butler and stealing
+the key; and then he led the way to the cabinet in which the Bishopess
+of Hampstead kept her jewels, and kept watch while it was forced and the
+valuables were extracted.
+
+All three had safely reached the library on their way out, when a
+piercing scream rang through the house; it was the scream of the
+spectre's sister-in-law the bishopess who had just awoke and discovered
+the loss of the jewels; and in another moment the bishop in his nightcap
+and slippers stood before them.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He was a brave bishop, and was in the act of felling Jemmy Wedge with a
+poker, when he recognised his brother; and the weapon fell from his
+hand, giving Jemmy a chance of whipping out his revolver and firing. The
+bishop fell; and the judge's ghost and he were left alone. Beside
+himself with despair, the ghost bent over his brother and tried to weep;
+but he felt that he was grinning from ear to ear and chuckling
+derisively. The wounded bishop slowly opened his eyes and gazed at him
+in grief and horror.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Peter!" he gasped.
+
+"He, he!" said the ghost. "We're quits now. I said I would round on you,
+old pal! You've got it now." Then straining every agonized nerve to
+prevent it, the judge's ghost began to jig round the prostrate bishop
+and snap his fingers and hop lightly over him.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The other members of the family and the servants had collected and were
+gazing upon the scene: Mrs. Bishop glared at the ghost, uttered the word
+"Peter!" screamed a piercing scream, and swooned.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They carried the bishop and the bishopess upstairs and sent for a
+doctor, while the members of the family stood around the judge's ghost,
+gazing upon him with indignation and repugnance. In a hurried
+consultation they agreed that it would never do to hand him over to the
+police, as such a family scandal was not to be thought of.
+
+"Do not loathe me," said the unfortunate spectre; "I am only a ghost!"
+
+"A ghost!" cried the family in chorus; "a nice subterfuge! You expect us
+to believe that, of course? Go! Let us never see your face again!"
+
+Slowly and with downcast eyes the ghost crept out through the bookcase
+and rejoined Jemmy and Bill to assist in disposing of the swag. They
+lavished upon him terms of endearment, and insisted on treating him at
+every public-house in the neighbourhood: and the sight of that
+respectably-dressed old gentleman with kid gloves and a short clay pipe
+surprised the pot-boys. The ghost could not consume the liquor, being
+too unsubstantial. At short intervals he would retire into a dark corner
+to beat his breast in remorse and anguish.
+
+Presently Jemmy and Bill, who had been whispering earnestly together,
+turned respectfully to the spectre; they appeared very nervous, as
+though afraid to broach some delicate matter which was on their minds.
+
+"Beg parding, boss--I mean my lordship"--began Jemmy, hesitatingly, and
+fidgeting from one foot to the other; "but we was a-going to ask yer if
+as how you'd 'ave enny objection----"
+
+"Yus," chimed in Bill. "If ye'd take the 'uff if so be as we wos to----"
+
+"Dry up, you, Bill," said Jemmy. "It's just this 'ere, guvnor. We wos
+a-thinkin' of crackin' another crib next week as yer might ha' heered ov
+in yer time--well, to bust out with it straight and candid, it's yer own
+crib as used to be w'en yer wos alive; but, yer see, bein' as how ye're
+dead now and it ain't o' no more good to yer--there's a nice little lot
+of old plate as you've got there as we sho'd be proud to 'andle. The
+on'y thing is----"
+
+"Yus, that's w'ere it is," interrupted Bill. "The o'ny thing is as we
+might 'ave to knock yer missis--axin' pardon; 'er ladyship--on the 'ed,
+bein' a light sleeper, her maid ses, and a bit ov a spitfire, d'ye see?"
+
+The judge's ghost attempted to give vent to a cry of indignant horror
+and forbid the attempt in the most unequivocal way. He struggled to rush
+forth and inform the police and the community; but he heard himself
+chuckle and felt himself slap the two burglars on the back, and knew
+that he was saying to them: "Heave ahead, my bloaters! I owe the old
+Dutch clock one for the naggings she's treated me to. I'm on this job,
+that's what I am!" And then he puffed away at his short clay, and kept
+on chuckling until he felt quite sick with misery.
+
+"He's the right sort, so he is," said Bill, "and no two ways abaat it."
+
+"Right yer are," said Jemmy. "'E's the sort o' pal for me, and no
+error."
+
+Once more the judge's ghost wandered about from one malefactor to
+another, and from one victim to another, always assisting the
+malefactors and jeering the victims, and always welcome as a friend by
+the former, and cursed as an enemy by the latter. He had no rest night
+or day; he was constantly racked and harrowed by some new shock of grief
+or repugnance.
+
+The thing got noised about, how the eminent and respected judge Lord
+Justice Pimblekin had not been killed in his balloon adventure, but had
+returned to the country and, disregarding all his old associations of
+morality, refinement, and respectability, was herding with criminals of
+the lowest type, and indulging in the most nefarious and vulgar
+practices.
+
+At this time it was his fate to appear at a select meeting of the
+directors of that Widows' and Orphans' Fleecing Corporation Limited, the
+prospectus of which he had assisted in drawing up. His presence at first
+filled the directors with the gravest alarm; but when the promoter
+explained how greatly his lordship had changed, they unanimously
+appointed him chairman. It was passingly suggested that his lordship's
+growing evil reputation might prejudice the concern in the eyes of the
+public; but the promoter, who knew the public well, reassuringly
+explained that investors were so hopelessly idiotic that a board
+composed entirely of burglars would not prevent their investing so long
+as the prospectus contained sufficiently impossible promises of profit;
+so the ghost of Lord Pimblekin officiated as chairman and assisted in
+causing several suicides.
+
+Then the night came for the cracking of his own crib, and he continued
+to give vent to a succession of boisterous chuckles every one of which
+nearly killed him; only a ghost is a difficult thing to kill. Arrived at
+his palatial suburban residence, he directed the burglars to the
+outhouse where the ladders were kept; and the three first ascended to
+her ladyship's dressing-room where the jewels were. The door between the
+dressing-room and her ladyship's bedroom being open, the ghost undertook
+to stand over her with a phantom bludgeon to prevent any noise in the
+event of her waking. She woke, stared at his lordship, looked at the
+burglars at work at her bureau, gazed once more at the ghost with a look
+which froze him, murmured "Peter," and sank back with closed eyes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Half mad with misery, the ghost directed the burglars to the plate and
+other valuables, and then looked on chuckling while they tore the silk
+curtains, jumped on her ladyship's favourite violin, ripped the carpet
+with a clasp-knife, cut the throat of the pug, and twisted the necks of
+the canaries and linnets and doves.
+
+Then they left quietly; and, as the ghost followed them out, he was
+conscious of an immaterial form similar to his own standing at his side.
+"Come with me," said the form; and they whirled through space until they
+arrived in the same court in which sentence had been passed upon him.
+The three Mahatmas were still sitting on the bench, and the chief
+Mahatma said:--
+
+"Prisoner, your case is one of the worst which it has ever been our
+painful task to pass sentence upon. Your reckless disregard of what you
+recognised as your duty and of the consequences of your misdemeanours on
+the bench render mercy in your case entirely out of place. It is our
+duty to give you the benefit of the full seven thousand years to which
+you have been sentenced; we will, however, release you on your own
+recognisances and allow you to return to earthly existence and again
+fill your former judicial sphere, with a view to observing how you go on
+for the future. You will be bound over to come up for judgment if called
+upon."
+
+Instantly our judge found himself in the flesh once more, and robing for
+his accustomed seat on the bench. His reappearance caused great
+surprise, as his evil reputation was now public property and the
+authorities had removed his cenotaph from Westminster Abbey and sold it
+to a rag-shop.
+
+However, as it is impossible to remove a judge from the bench even if he
+murders the Queen, the Royal Family, and the Bench of Bishops, steals
+the watches of the whole Houses of Lords and Commons, and even defrauds
+the Inland Revenue, Lord Justice Pimblekin was allowed to remain on the
+bench; and, as he was a socially influential person, bygones were
+allowed to be bygones.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But he was a reformed judge. He did his duty, and gave irredeemable
+criminals what they deserved; fraudulent company directors got the cat,
+and diseased meat purveyors a lifer, until there was hardly any crime
+left. Lord Justice Pimblekin's twin brother and wife recovered, and
+forgave him, and his lordship has not been called up for judgment yet.
+
+ J. F. SULLIVAN
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: CHILDREN OF A 1000 YEARS.]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: WHO ARE THESE?
+
+In order to find out, hold the page level with the eyes, so as to
+foreshorten the drawings.]
+
+
+
+
+
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