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Barrington, but I can do nothing. She enough he told me, only that certain has the same right to the use of the streets associates of his in the trade were hired that you have. If she should accost by her to shadow me, and well you, or make herself disagreeable in any paid, and that they knew nothing of her way, of course But until she commits motives. Thus I found out how she some overt act I cannot interfere. Or, knew so well where to place herself hold on; I could instruct policemen to where I must pass. Thus was enabled tell her to move on if she stays too long to see with terrible clearness the lengths in one place ; but you say she's a re to which she was willing to go! spectable woman? — and has means ? “ Next, I consulted a lawyer. But all There might be a difficulty. I think that he could suggest was an inquiry into we'd better not move in the matter. her sanity. He thought that such an inCome, sir, you 're worked up over no quiry might result in her confinement in thing. Go along quietly, pay no atten an asylum. But, much as I desired to estion to her; she 'll soon tire of that I had at least strength enough not amusement. What can she get by it, to resort to that cruel expedient. If she after all ?

was insane, and I for one did not "• Accost you,' -'commits

believe she was,

clearly it was I who overt act,' — you can guess how these had made her so. My hands were tied. stale bits of the police vocabulary jarred “Probably her detectives reported to on me. You can see how significant they her these proceedings. At any rate, when were of a vulgar police interpretation of I next saw her, I detected for the first the facts. And then the question, What time a difference in her expression, - so can she get by it?' It measured the slight, indeed, that I am not sure to this comprehension of human nature which day that it did not exist solely in my imis given to the police. The man had no agination, morbidly active after a year of conception of anything more subtle than mental suffering. I had been making blackmail. I went away utterly dis a call, – for, in spite of everything, I heartened.

forced myself to lead my usual life, - and “I went to my rooms and thought. came down the steps of my friend's house I tried to divine her plan, her object. late in the afternoon of a winter day. I could make nothing of the mystery. She stood under a gaslight, and as I Broken as I was, I thought again of passed her, I thought I detected in her flight, of Europe. But I had yielded to face -I know I detected in her face – cowardice once and again ; I would the subtlest look, a mere shadow of irony. yield no more. I had unquestionably You may guess I knew this face well. done the woman an irreparable wrong, How could the minutest change escape and I would stay and face the punish- me? ment like a man. And, besides, flight to “ The new expression dwelt in my Europe, or anywhere, was vain. She had memory, and seemed to suggest an exfollowed me to Bar Harbor; she could planation. Of course I inferred at once follow me anywhere. She had money

that she knew I had had recourse to detecenough, and I well knew she did not tives and to lawyers, but there seemed to lack determination.

be more in her look than that. I racked “ Until winter returned, I kept my my mind with that intense effort which resolve to suffer in silence. Then is common to us all when we are trying again I felt the temptation to escape to recall anything which we greatly wish by any means. With I hardly know to remember, and which is, as we say, on what hope, I employed a private detec- the tip of our tongue. I seemed as near tive to find out what he could. Little to the meaning of her expression as that.

- one

from my eyes

But I could not catch the whole of its ficulty would daunt her, no discouragedeep significance.

ment reach her, no ill health weaken “ That night I awoke in a cold sweat, her. I quailed before the vision. starting up in bed as if with nightmare, “For a moment, — but believe me my heart beating as if with uncontrol- only for a moment, as I gazed ahead lable terror. The scales had dropped into the years and saw this life, I knew!

the most stolid could not endure unmoved, “She was not like the police; she did I thought of suicide. Then I said no : have imagination! And what an im- I will stay and fight. She shall never agination it was that could conceive the know so far as I can help it — that I plan which I had at last divined! She suffer from her persecution, nor will I knew the danger of the ‘overt act,' and again attempt to interfere. Her only indeed she would despise anything so punishment shall be to think her revenge clumsy. She had the courage and the a failure. I will try to make her think, will power to do anything, even murder, hereafter, that I mind her no more than - of the long-planned, deliberate kind, I do any casual passer-by, than a lampwhich shows will. No sudden assault, post, or a hydrant. nothing which might cause my death, * This resolution calmed me, and I such as might content a weak-willed slept again. I awoke in the morning woman, could be adequate to her ideal not so much fatigued. For in a way the of revenge as it was now suddenly re full revelation of her purpose had freed vealed to me.

She wanted no scene, no me of one source of weakness. Pity for physica attack which the police could the woman vanished ; intense aversion stop, and which could terminate only in took its place. For a while thereafter the vulgarity of the police court. She I think I actually enjoyed the sight of wished to subject me to a torture that her miserable face. was insidious and slow, against which I “ Another year went by. My moods could make no protest, that would in- during this time alternated between abcrease rather than diminish as time went ject dread and a certain savage joy as I on, that would be unending. Such tor met her. For I believed that to her I ture as that must transcend the physical, showed no sign of suffering. Of course it must be mental. Seeking such an my history gradually became known to end, she had imagination enough to con my friends, and as it did so I observed ceive this plan of becoming my shadow, a certain shifting of sympathy from her she had the strength of will

to me. I had had none while the affair digious strength was required — to carry

to carry remained a mystery. Now, people beit out. But the horror lay in this, gan to think I was being excessively punher plan, to be perfect, must include the ished. She became known as · Barringintention of being my shadow as long as ton's ghost,' and the slur in the name I lived !

was for her, not for me.

All this gave "If I well knew her unconquerable me courage.

I thought with joy that I will, I knew, also, her devouring pride. should really, in time, become wholly inDo what I would, she would rule my different. I might, perhaps, even enjoy a life in spite of me.

Her love I might certain happiness. reject; but her pride, at least, I should be “Now, if a man is in misery, there is made to gratify. And to this passion, and always some woman who will love him, to that of revenge, and to her distorted and her love will be measured not by love, she would subordinate her whole his deserts, but by his suffering. I met life, all her strength, all her fortune, such a woman, a girl whose pure all her prospects of happiness. No dif- beauty, whose exquisite goodness, whose

and a pro

great courage seemed to make a bright- and by a gesture permitted me to walk ness round about her. I loved her, and up the street at her side. For a block, I dared to tell her so. She knew, I while men who knew the story stared in said, what shadow haunted me : could wonder, I poured forth remonstrance, she, in spite of that, dare to marry me ? denunciation, entreaty. Through it all, • When this unhappy woman,' she an her even pace never changed, her cold swered, sees you married, happy, in face never altered, she spoke no word, different, surely she will know she is made no gesture of assent or of dissent. defeated and will cease to trouble you.' At the end of the block was her carriage. Although I knew I should see my shadow Into this she stepped, and left me when I left the house that night, I allowed without a word. She must enjoy the myself to believe her. Why not? I memory of that hour! knew my recent indifference had been “Come," added Barrington, breaking manifest; I knew she knew her revenge off abruptly. “I've finished my story. was failing. Would not such a new proof It's late. We must go. For fourteen as my marriage show her that I was se years I've endured this misery. Don't cure against her? As a matter of fact, say anything — I know," and then, half I had put a new weapon into her hands. under his breath, he added, “ Poor Elea

“But, full of these hopes, I married. nor! her beauty is quite gone, too." The Shadow was present when we left Out of doors, a drizzling rain was fallthe church; the Shadow, in her black ing. The reflected light of the street gown and with her white face, stood a lamps shimmered on the damp pavelittle apart from the crowd in the rail ments. It was two o'clock in the mornway station when we returned from our ing; the strange odor of streets on a wedding trip. I afterwards learned warm wet night filled the air; it was that illness alone had prevented her fol very still. Then, suddenly, the roar of lowing where we went. She never left an elevated train on Sixth Avenue, us after our return. At first my wife a block away, broke the silence.

We never seemed to notice, she never com turned down the street, and there, standplained, she never even mentioned the ing on the edge of the sidewalk, was Shadow ; she lived her life with a gay an apparition at which I stared with courage; but when the Shadow stood instinctive, certain recognition. The wowith us by the grave of our baby, born man was in black; she was very pale ; only to die

Well, I think I said my her eyes were feverish and had deep wife has gone South for the winter ? shadows under them; her cheeks were The reason? She is a complete nervous hollow. As Barrington had said, her wreck, - health, beauty, youth, all gone! beauty had gone in these fourteen years,

* Did I never make any appeal to but her unconquerable will had not gone. that woman? Once. When, after the A glance satisfied me of that. She was death of our child, I saw that my

wife his fate, and could not leave him. She grew afraid, when I saw that her health did not speak or move, but, as we passed, began to fail, I did try. I went to her the expression of her eyes as she rehouse, but I could not gain admission. garded Barrington -- for she raised her I wrote, but without result. Then, much eyes the second he had passed as I dreaded a scene in the streets, I de one I shall never forget. Then, turning, termined to speak to her.

That even

I saw her beckon to a waiting carriage. ing I went to a political dinner. At its This she entered, and was driven rapidclose I saw her, and, for the first time in ly away, the wet top of the vehicle flashsix years, I spoke to her. I begged her ing as it passed under successive electric to let me say a few words. She turned, lights.

Charles Miner Thompson.



“The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. He himself never knows it, much less do others.” — Carlyle's Essay on Scott.



I HEARD on board ship, a few years closer the criticism. Theodore Hook ago, a discussion as to the comparative profanely declares the phrase "a friend number of Americans visiting England that sticketh closer than a brother" to and of Englishmen visiting America. designate a cousin, and Lord Bacon None rated the proportion of the for comes near enough to the same thought mer class as less than ten to one; but to point out that we are bidden by the the most experienced traveler among us highest authority to forgive our enemies, laughed at this low estimate, and declared but are nowhere bidden to forgive our that five hundred to one would be much friends. It

may be wise, therefore, for Be the difference less or more, Americans to draw their compliments, it shows the utterly unequal ground on not from their own newspapers, but from which the two national bodies meet, as to the verdicts of such English critics as mutual acquaintance. Traveling on the Lord Lyons, who, as recorded in the Continent of Europe, soon after, with a delightful Letters from a Diplomat's party of young Americans, I was witness Diary, declared on his return from a of their dismay at being assailed from long residence in Washington that he time to time by friendly English fellow “had never yet met a stupid American travelers with such questions as these : woman,” or Mr. Froude, who, during his “ Is it not very lonely in America ? Are voyage around the world, records, “Let there any singing birds there? Any me say that nowhere in America have I wild flowers? Any bishops? Are there met with vulgarity in its proper sense.” booths in the streets of New York ? Do These two compliments are undoubtedly people read English books there? Have so sweeping that perhaps no American they heard of Ruskin; and how?” These citizen would think it quite safe to apwere from the rank and file of question- ply them to the people who live in the ers, while a very cultivated clergyman adjoining street; but they are at least lost caste somewhat with our young peo- worth a thousand vague newspaper libels. ple by asking confidently, “Are Harvard Even Matthew Arnold, who certainly and Yale both in Boston ?” a question cannot be said to have loved America which seemed to them as hopelessly be- much, or to have known much about it, — nighted as the remark of a lady, just for what can a man be said to know returned from the wonders of the New about America who describes a Virginia World, who had been impressed, like all mob as fortifying its courage with fish visitors, with the novelties offered in the balls and ice water ? 1 — was led, while way of food at the Baltimore dinner- making a comparison with those whom tables, but still sighed with regret at hav- he had left at home, to say, “Our (Enging been obliged to come away without lish] countrymen, with a thousand good eating “a canvas-backed clam.”

qualities, are really, perhaps, a good deal One needs to know but little of large wanting in lucidity and flexibility.” families of collateral kindred to recog In the same way, Americans might nize that the nearer the cousinship, the 1 The Nineteenth Century, May, 1897, p. 317.

of a

borrow their criticisms on England from and modern history, whether of his own those writing in that country. Thus, country or of the world in general, is a Mr. H. G. Wells, a novelist and scien- sealed book to him.” tist in one, but not himself a university

No criticism from Americans is more man, writes in the Fortnightly Review common than that as to the greater slowof “the ordinary Oxford, Cambridge, or ness of the English mind as compared London B. A.:' “ He has a useless with the American; and Professor Tynsmattering of Greek; he cannot read dall, when lecturing in this country, was Latin with any comfort, much less write amused to find, as he told me, that or speak that tongue; he knows a few whereas in making experiments before unedifying facts round and about the a London audience he had to repeat his classical literature ; he cannot speak or explanation three times, - once to make read French with any comfort; he has his hearers comprehend what he was an imperfect knowledge of the English about to do, then to show what he was language, insufficient to write it clearly, doing, and then to explain what he had and none of German ; he has a queer, done, — he could after his first lecture old-fashioned, and quite useless know- in America omit the final explanation, ledge of certain rudimentary sections of and latterly the middle one as well. He mathematics, and an odd little bite out also told a story to the same effect about of history. He knows practically nothing an English manager

minstrel of the world of thought embodied in troupe, traveling in America, who was English literature, and absolutely no accustomed to prolong his jokes by the thing of contemporary thought; he is aid of two end men, each bringing out a totally ignorant of modern political or part of the joke, but who found with insocial science. If he knows anything of dignation that every American audience evolutionary science and heredity it is “caught on ” without waiting for the probably matter picked up in a casual second end man. Yet the careful Ameriway from the magazines, and art is a can observer soon finds that the standard sealed book to him.”

of quickness is to be determined in EngAnd lest it be said that Mr. Wells, land, as everywhere else, by the point with all his knowledge and brilliancy, is of view. People who go slowly on new not himself a graduate of any English ground may turn out to be quick enough university, it is fair to cite the opinion when wholly at honie with any particuof Mr. Rudolph C. Lehmann (Trinity lar line of thought. College, Cambridge, M. A.), who, after How odious and complicated, for inspending much time in America, where stance, seems to an American observer he was familiar with our university life, the computation of pounds, shillings, and makes the following remark as to the pence! It seems strange that any naEnglish and American schoolboy. He tion should consent for a day to employ writes :

anything but a decimal currency; yet “ There can be no comparison between with what lightning rapidity does a Lonthe two. The English public schoolboy don bookkeeper make his computations ! is one of the most profoundly ignorant Again, what a life of tedious formality creatures on the face of the earth. Of seems that of an English house servant ; geography he knows only as much as yet there was no slowness of intellect in he may have gathered by collecting post- that footman, in an earl's family, who, age stamps. With English literature he when his young lord fell over the banisis not even on terms of distant polite- ter, and his younger brother called to ness. The style and composition of his ask if the elder boy was hurt, answered letters would make a housemaid smile, promptly, “ Killed, my lord ! ” thus pro

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