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down one of those incredibly ignoble Emma. 'He is n't that sort of man. streets, the rain, driven by the cruel I tell you, she's all right.' wind, whipping against sidewalk and ‘Who? The somebody who's here?' window, the front garden a mere pud- 'No, his wife's all right as far as dle of mud, and indoors a harassed, money goes. But there's no sympathy dogged woman fighting her . way to between them. A man can't go on all the day's end, while a horde of robust his life without sympathy.' children romped and gorged and blub- What is she like?' I asked, not so bered around her.

sure of this. 'Seven,' I murmured, and the bells 'Oh, I'm not defending him,' said of a herd of goats made a musical com- Emma with her eyes fixed on the sugarmotion in the street below.

bowl. “Goodness knows I 've no reason ‘Seven,' said Emma, refilling my cup. to think well of men, and you're all

‘And he's not going home yet, even alike. Only, he's throwing himself though he has got out of the navy,' I away on a Well, never mind. You'll observed with tactful abstraction. see her. Here's your room. You can

“That's just it,' said Emma, ‘not have this connecting door open if you going home. He's gone into this sal- like.' vage business, you see. I believe it's 'Fine,' I said, looking round, and a very good thing.'

then walking into a sort of vast and of course his wife gets her half-pay,' comfortable crypt. The walls, five feet I mused.

thick, were pierced on opposite sides 'She gets all his pay,' accented as for cannon, and one looked instincEmma. 'He sends it all. He has other tively for the inscriptions by prisoners ways you understand. Resources. and ribald witticisms by sentries. There But he won't go home. You know, was the Strada Lucia again, beyond a there's somebody here.'

delicious green railing; and behind was So here we were coming to it. It another recess, from whose shuttered had been dawning on me, as I stared aperture one beheld the hotel courtdown at the blue of the Marsamuscet- yard, with a giant tree swelling up and to, that possibly Heatly's interest for almost touching the yellow walls. I Emma had been heightened by the fact looked at the groined roof, the distant that he was a widower. Nothing so white-curtained bed, the cupboards of crude as that, however. Something black wood, the tiled floor with its old, much more interesting to the high gods. worn mats. I looked out of the window Between maturity and second child- into the street, and was startled by an hood, if events are propitious, men unexpectedly near view of a saint in a come to a period of augmented curios- blue niche by the window, a saint with ity fortified by a vague sense of duties a long sneering nose and a supercilious accomplished. They acquire a convic- expression as she looked down with her tion that, beyond the comfortable and stony eyes on the Strada Lucia. I humdrum vales of domestic felicity, looked across the Strada Lucia, and where they have lived so long, there saw dark eyes and disdainful features lie peaks of ecstasy and mountain- at magic casements. And I told Emma ranges of perilous dalliance. I roused that I would take the apartment. suddenly.

‘You 'll find Mr. Heatly in the Café But now he's out of the navy,' I de la Reine,' she remarked gently;

‘ remarked.

'he's there with Captain Gosnell.' "You must n't think that,' said But I wanted to see neither Heatly

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nor Captain Gosnell just yet. I said From the swaying platforms of the I would be back to dinner, and took Fourth Dimension we caught glimpses my cap and cane.

of starry destinies. We stood on the

shoulders of the lesser gods, to see our III

enemies confounded. And out of the

mist and fume of the evening emerges After wandering about the town, a shadowy legend of the sea. gazing upon the cosmopolitan crowd By a legerdemain which seemed timely that thronged the streets, and musing and agreeably inexplicable, the marble upon many things, – upon deserted table under the arcade of the Libreria wives and deserting husbands, and became a linen-covered table in an imtheir respective fates, -I approached mense and lofty chamber. We were at the Libreria, and saw Heatly seated at dinner. The ceiling was a gilded framea table with two other men, in the work of paneled paintings. Looking shadow of one of the great columns. down upon us from afar were well-fed Just behind him a young Maltese anchorites and buxom saints. Their kneeled by a great long-haired goat, faces gleamed from out a dark and which he was milking swiftly into a polished obscurity, and their ivory glass for a near-by customer. Heatly, arms emerged from the convolutions however, was not drinking milk. He of ruby and turquoise-velvet draperies. was talking. There were three of them Tall candelabra supported colored and their heads were together over the globes, which shed a mellow radiance drinks on the little marble table, so upon the glitter of silver and crystal. absorbed that they took no notice at There was a sound of music, which all of the lively scene about them. rose and fell as some distant door

There was about these men an aura swung to and fro; the air still trembled of supreme happiness. In the light of with the pulsing reverberations of a a match-flare, as they lit fresh ciga- great gong, and a thin whine, which rettes, their features showed up harsh was the food-elevator ascending in dry and masculine, the faces of men who grooves from the kitchen, seemed to dealt neither in ideas nor in emotions, spur the fleet-footed waiters to a frenzy but in prejudices and instincts and of service. High cabinets of dark wood desires. Then Heatly turned and saw stood between tall narrow windows me, and further contemplation was out housing collections of sumptuous plates of the question.

and gilded wares. On side tables heaps

of bread and fruit made great masses IV

of solid color, of gamboge, saffron, and

tawny orange. Long-necked bottles Of that evening and the tale they told appeared reclining luxuriously in wickme, there is no record by the alert er cradles, like philosophic pagans about psychologist. There is a roseate glam- to bleed to death. our over a confusion of memories. At a table by the distant door sits There are recollections of exalted emo- the little boy with the freckled nose tions and unparalleled eloquence. We and beautiful gray eyes. He writes in traversed vast distances and returned a large book as the waiters pause on safely, arm in arm. We were the gen- tip-toe, dishes held as if in votive offererals of famous campaigns, the heroes ing to a red Chinese dragon on the of colossal achievements, and the con- mantel above the boy's head. He querors of proud and beautiful women. writes, and looking out down the enthis way.



trance, suddenly laughs in glce. From he is, still on the job. Did he say twice? the corridor come whoops and a stac- Three times, counting - well, it was cato cackle of laughter, followed by a portentous roll of thunder from the First of all, an aunt left him a little great gong. The boy puts his hand money and he quit a second mate's over his mouth in his ecstasy, the job to start a small provision store. waiters grin as they hasten, the head Failed. Had to go to sea again. Then waiter moves over from the windows, he married. Wife had a little money, thinking seriously, and one has a vision so they started again. Prospered. Two of Emma, mildly distraught, at the stores, both doing well. Two counters, door. Captain Gosnell

, holding up the I am to understand. Canned goods, corner of his serviette, remarks that wines and spirits on one side; meats they are coming, and studies the wine and so forth on the other. High-class list.

clientèle. Wonderful head for business, They rush in, and a monocled major Mrs. Gosnell's. He himself, understand, at a near-by table pauses, fork in air not so dusty. Had a way with custoover his fried sea-trout, and glares. mers. Could sell pork in a synagogue, In the forefront of the bizarre pro- as the saying is. cession comes Heatly, with a Russian And then Mrs. Gosnell died. Great guardsman on his back. The other two shock to him, of course, and took all guardsmen follow, dancing a stately the heart out of him. Buried her and measure, revolving with rhythmic went back to sea. She was insured, and gravity. Behind, waltzing alone, is later, with what little money he had, Mr. Marks, the mate. Instantly, how- he started an agency for carpet-sweepever, the play is over. They break ing machinery. Found it difficult to away, the guardsman slips to the floor, get on with his captain, you see, being and they all assume a demeanor of a senior man in a junior billet. As I impenetrable reserve as they walk dec- very likely am aware, standing rigging orously toward us. They sit, and be- makes poor running gear. Was doing come merged in the collective mood of a very decent little business too, when the chamber. Yet one has a distinct the war. So he went into the Naval impression of a sudden glimpse into Reserve. That's how it all came about. another world — as if the thin yet Now, his idea is to go back, with the durable membrane of existence had experience he has gained, and start a split open a little, and one saw, store again-merchandising in his opinsingle moment, men as they really are. ion, is the thing of the future. With And while I am preoccupied with this little

money, the thing can be done. fancy, which is mysteriously collated Well! in the mind with a salmi of quails, But it was necessary to have a little Captain Gosnell becomes articulate. capital. Say five thousand. So here He is explaining something to me.

It is time Captain Gosnell should be A bad attack of pneumonia with described. He sits on my left, a portly, gastritis finished him at Dover. Doc'powerful man, with a large red nose tor said if he got away to a warmer and great baggy pouches under his climate, it would make a new man of stern eyes. It is he who tells the story. him. So a chat with a surgeon-comI watch him as he dissects his quail. mander in London resulted in his being Of his own volition he tells me he has appointed to a mine-layer bound for twice swallowed the anchor. And here the Eastern Mediterranean. Perhaps I

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we were.

had heard of her. The Ouzel. Side- Captain Gosnell assures me, for nobody wheeler built for the excursionists. is deceived by a wig like that. What is Started away from Devonport and a man to do when he has pretty near took her to Port Said. Imagine it! the whole top of his head blown off Think of her bouncing from one moun- by a gasometer exploding on the Westtainous wave to another, off Finisterre. ern Front? There's Marks, minus his Think of her turning over and over, hair and everything else, pretty well almost, going round St. Vincent. Fine buried in a pit of loose cinders. Lamplittle craft for all that. Heatly here post blown over, lying across him. was Chief. Marks here was Mate. It Marks lay quiet enough, thinking. He was a serious responsibility.

was n't dead, he could breathe, and one And when they reached Port Said, hand moved easily in the cinders. Bethey were immediately loaded with

gan to paddle with that hand. Went on mines and sent straight out again to thinking and paddling. Soon he could join the others, who were laying a com- move the other hand. Head knockplicated barrage about fifty miles ing against the lamp-post, he padnorth. Four days out, one day in. It dled downward. Found he was moving was n't so bad at first, being one of a slowly forward. Head clear of the lampcompany, with constant signaling and post. Gritty work, swimming, as it visits in fine weather. But later, when were, in loose ashes. Hands in shockthe Ouzel floated alone in an immense ing condition. Scalp painful. Lost blue circle of sea and sky, they began his hair, but kept his head. Suddenly to get acquainted. This took the com- his industriously paddling hands swirlmon English method of discovering, ed into the air, jerking legs drove him one by one, each other's weaknesses, upward, and he spewed the abrasive and brooding over them in secret. element from his lips. He had come What held them together most firmly back. And had brought an idea with appears to have been a sort of sophisti- him. Before he went into the army, cated avoidance of women. Not in so Marks was second officer in the Marmany words, Captain Gosnell assures chioness Line, afflicted with dreams of me, but taking it for granted, they inventing unsinkable ships and collapfound a common ground in 'Keeping sible life-boats. Now he came back to in the fairway.' Marks was a bachelor, life with a brand-new notion. What was it is true, but Marks had no intention it? Well, we'd be having a run over of being anything else. Marks had to the ship bye-and-bye and I would other fish to fry, I am to understand. see it. It could do everything except

I look at Marks, who sits opposite to sing a comic song. me. He has a full round face, clean- 'We had been relieved one evening,' shaved, and flexible as an actor's. His Captain Gosnell observes, “and were rich brown hair, a thick, solid-looking about hull down and under, when I auburn thatch, suddenly impresses me ordered dead slow for a few hours. with its extreme incongruity. As I The reason for this was that, at full look at him, he puts up his hand, speed, we would reach Port Said about pushes his hair slowly up over his fore- three in the afternoon, and it was genhead, like a cap, revealing a pink scalp, erally advised to arrive after sunset, or rolls the whole contrivance from side to even after dark. Besides this, I set a side, and brings it back to its normal

course to pass round to the east'ard of position.

a field we had laid a week or so before, More for comfort than anything else, instead of to the west'ard. This is a VOL. 128-NO. 9




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simple enough matter of running off was to go into business and pool our the correct distances, for the current, resources. For one thing, we wanted if anything, increased the margin of to keep up the association. And then, safety. We were making about four out of the Lord knows where, came this knots, with the mine-field on the star- great gray warship heading straightboard bow, as I calculated, and we Captain Gosnell paused and regardwere enjoying a very pleasant supper ed me with an austere glance. Mr. in my cabin, which had been the pas- Marks and Heatly were listening and senger saloon in the Ouzel's excursion looking at us watchfully. And over days a fine large room on the upper Mr. Marks's shoulder I could see the deck, with big windows, like a house three officers with their polychromatic ashore. The old bus was chugging uniforms gleaming in the soft orange along, and from my table you could radiance of shaded lamps. see the horizon all round, except just "You understand what I mean?' astern, which was hid by the funnel. said Captain Gosnell. "We stood on Nothing there, however, but good salt the bridge watching that ship come up water, and the Holy Land a long way on us, watching her through our glasses, behind. It was like sitting in a conserv- and we did not attach any particular atory. The sea was as smooth as glass, importance to her appearance. When with a fine haze to the south'ard. This we saw the Russian ensign astern, it haze, as far as I could judge, was mov- did not mean a great deal to us. She ing north at about the same speed as was as much an anomaly in those terwe were going south, which would rible waters as a line-of-battle ship of make it eight knots, and in an hour Nelson's day. That was what stagwe would be in it. I mention this be gered us. An enormous valuable ship cause it explains why the three of us, like that coming out into such a sea. sitting in a cabin on an upper deck, Suddenly the value of her, the money saw the battleship all together, all at she cost, the money she was worth, so once, and quite near. We all went on near and yet so far, came home to us. the bridge.

I had an imaginary view of her, you ‘Now you must understand,' went understand, for a moment, as someon Captain Gosnell, ‘that the subject thing I could sell; a sort of fanciful of conversation between us while we picture of her possibilities in the junk were at supper was money. We were line. Think of the brass and rubber discussing the best way of getting hold alone, in a ship like that! And then we of money, and the absolute necessity all simultaneously realized just what of capital after the war, if we were to was happening. I had get anywhere. This war, you know, stretched out to the whistle-lanyard, has been a three-ringed circus for the when there was a heavy, bubbling young fellows. But to men like us it grunt, and she rolled over toward us has n't been anything of the sort. We as if some invisible hand had given her have a very strong conviction that a push. She rolled back to an even keel some of us are going to feel the draft. and began pitching a very little. This We are n't so young as we used to be, was due, I believe, to the sudden going and a little money would be a bless- astern of her engines, coupled with the ing. Well, we were talking about our mine throwing her over. Pitched a litchances of salvage, prize-money, tle, and, for some extraordinary reason, bonuses, and so forth. Our principal her forward twelve-inch guns were notion, if I remember, that evening, rapidly elevated as if some insane gun


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