T H E M A N W H 0 S H 0 T S N A P P I N G T U RT L E S 265 study. With his highly developed awareness, he had known at once What 、 coming. This study, wh1Ch Clarence had never seen, as he went rarely t0 Stryker's house, was a disorderly and darkish place. lt was charactenstic 0f Stryker that his desk should seem lit- tered and neglected, as ifhe were not really ⅲ touch with his af- fairs; and there was dust on the b00ks ⅲ his bookcase, drably bound and unappetrzmg volumes on zoölogical and chemical subjects. Though it was daytime, the yellow-brown shades were pulled three-quarters down. On the desk and on t0P ofthe bookcase stood a number of handsome stuffed ducks that Stryker had wished t0 preserve. Stryker sat down at the desk and offered Clarence a ciga- rette. lnstead Of protesting at once that Clarence's demands 、 vere lmpossible, as he had done on previous occasions, he lis- tened with amiable patience. "l'm gomg t0 go int0 the wh01e problem and put things on a different basis as soon as business slackens up ⅲ the spring. SO l'd rather you'dwait ⅱⅡ then, ifyou don't mind. We had a hard time filling the orders even before this strike began, and now I can hardly get the work done at all. They beat up two ofmy men yesterday, and they're threatening t0 make a raid on the ね ct0 . l've had t0 have the whole place guarded. " (The breeding ponds and the factory, which were sit- uated half a mile away, had been enclosed by a wire fence. ) Clarence had forgotten the strike, and he realized that he んイ perhaps come at a rather mopportune time. 当 can't attend tO a reorgamzation," Stryker went on tO explain—'fivhich is what we've got t0 have at this point—till 0 町 labor troubles are set- tled and things have slowed up a bit. There ought t0 be more this business for both 0f ” he concluded, with a business- man's smile, "and I won't forget your co-operatlve attitude when we make a new arrangement ⅲ the spnng ・ The tension was thus relaxed, and Stryker went on tO ad- dress Clarence with something like friendly concern. "Why don't you have yourself a vacation?" he suggested. "l've no- ticed you werelooking run-down. Why don't you go South for the winter? GO to Florida or someplace like that. lt must be tough for a Southerner like you t0 spend this nasty part 0f the

80 R U D YA R D K I P L I N G plays cncket craftily, will Thomas Atkins stand ⅲ time ofneed when he will let a better offcer go on alone. The ruined tombs of forgotten Mussulman saints heard the ballad of "Agra Town," "The Buffalo Battery," "Marching to Kabul," "The long, long , 、 lndian D ゞ ' "The Place where the punka coolie Died," and that crushing chorus which announces " 施ん daring 挈液 4 襯 0 〃ん 00 イア肥 , 月′襯ん 0 れ 4 れ d eagle eye 人イ 4 訂 he 4C9 尾 w ん 0 W04 s, アか e see thegray わ 04 市 e. " T0-day, of all those jovial thieves who appropriated my com- missariat, and 1 and laughed round that water-proof sheet, not one remains. They went tO camps that were not Of exerclse and battles without umpires. Burmah, the Soudan, and the frontier fever and fight took them ⅲ their time. I drifted across to the men's fires ⅲ search of Mulvaney, whom I found greasing his feet by the blaze. There is nothing particularly lovely ⅲ the sight of a private thus engaged after a long day's march, but when you reflect on the exact proportion of the 。、 might, majesty, domimon, and power" of the British Empire that stands on those feet, you take an interest ⅲ the pro- ceedings. "There's a blister—bad luck to ut!—on the heel," said Mulvaney."I can't touch ut. Prick ut out, little man. " Ortheris produced his housewife, eased the 仕 oub 厄 with a needle, stabbed Mulvaney ⅲ the calf with the same weapon, and was incontinently kicked into the fire. "l've bruk the best av my toes over you, ye gnnnin' child av disruption!" said Mulvaney, sitting cross-legged and nursing his feet; then, seeing me: "Oh, ut's you, sorr! Be welkim ' take that maraudin' scutt's place. Jock, hold him down on the cindhers for a bit. ” But Ortheris escaped and went elsewhere as I took posses- sion ofthe hollow he had scraped for himselfand lined with his 一 great-coat. Learoyd, on the other side ofthe fire, grinned affa- bly, and ⅲ a minute Ⅱ fast asleep.

T I T L E I N D E X The Saint—by 必 & ド″ c ん e ″ . Author lndex . Title lndex . An Upheaval—byAnton C の . The Three-Day B w ー E e 訂〃川加 g ルの , . Thrawn Janet—by 火 0 れん 04 な & eve 0 れ . Theft—by K 砒み加 e / れれ e 0 . That Evening Sun—by ル 7 ″川 Fa . The TaIe—by s ん Conrad . The Summer ofthe Beautiful White Horse— A String ofBeads—by So 川 e Ma ″ g ん . The Standard ofLiving—by Domthy R ド . The Shot ーーわ ) ツ x ド Po ん石〃 (translated by T. Keane). 促 Munro) . The Schartz-Metterklume Method—by " 石 " 563 .. 33 .. 395 . 100 .. 27 . 500 . 194 . 445 .. 422 .. 222 .. 546 . 16 .. 353 .. 561 .. 565

T H E G A R D E N PA RT Y 5 The front door bell pealed, and there sounded the rustle of Sadie's print skirt on the stairs. A man's voice murmured; sadie answered, careless, "l'm sure I don't know,. Wait. l'll ask Mrs. Sheridan. ” "What is it, Sadie?" Laura came into the hall. "lt's the florist, Miss Laura. ' lt was, indeed. There, 」 ust inside the door, stood a wide, shallow tray んⅡ of pots ofpink lilies. No other kind. Nothing but lilies—canna lilies, big pink flowers, wide open, radiant, almost frighteningly alive on bright crimson stems. “ 0- oh , Sadie!" said Laura, and the sound was like a little moan. She crouched down as ifto warm herselfat that blaze of lilies; she lt they were in her fingers, on her lips, growing ln her bre ast. "lt's some mistake," she said faintly. "Nobody ever ordered so many. Sadie, go and find mother. " But at that moment Mrs. Sheridanjoined them. "lt's quite right," she said calmly. "Yes, I ordered them. Aren't they lovely?" She pressed Laura's arm. 当 was passing the shop yesterday, and I saw them ⅲ the window. And I sud- denly thought for once in my li I shall have enough canna lilies. The garden-party will be a good excuse. ' 。、 But I thought you said you didn't mean to interfere," said Laura. Sadie had gone. The florist's man was still outside at his van. She put her arm round her mother's neck and gently, very gently, she bit her mother's ear. 、 'My darling child, you wouldn't like a logical mother, would you? Don't do that. Here's the man. He carried more lilies still, another whole tray. "Bank them up, 」 ust inside the door, 0 Ⅱ both sides of the porch, please," said Mrs. Sheridan."Don't you agree, Laura?" "Oh, I イ 0 , mother. " ln the drawing-room Meg, Jose and good little Hans had at last succeeded in moving the piano. "Now, if we put this chesterfield against the wall and move everything out ofthe room except the chairs, don't you think?" "Quite. ” "Hans, move these tables into the smoklng-room, and bring

H 0 W B E AU T I F U L W I T H S H 0 E S 371 the north of the house, and crossed the road there. More and more, her walkmg was like sleepwalkmg, the feet numb ⅲ their shoes. Even where he had t0 let go 0fher, crossing the creek on stones, she stepped where he stepped with an 0btuse doc ⅲ以 . The voices ofthe searchers on the back ndge were small in dis- tance when they began t0 climb the face 0fCoward Hill, on the opposite side ofthe valley. There is an 01d farm on top 0fCoward Hill, big hayfields as flat as ね b 厄 s. lt had been half-past nine when Mare stood on the rock above the barn; it was toward midnight when Humble Jewett put aside the last branches ofthe woods and led her out on the height, and half a moon had risen. And a wind blew there, tossing the withered tops oflast year's grasses, and mists ran with the wind, and ragged shadows with the mists, and mares'-tails 0f clear moonlight among the shadows, so that now the boles ofbirches on the forest's edge beyond the fences were but op blurs and now cut alabaster. lt struck so cold against the girl's cold flesh, this wmd, that another wind 0f shivers blew through her, and she put her hands over her face and eyes. But the madman stood with h1S eyes wide open and his mouth open, drinking the moonlight and the wet wind. His V01ce, when he spoke at last, was thick ⅲ his throat. 。℃ et down on your knees. " He got down on his and pulled her after. "And pray!" Once ⅲ England a poet sang four lines. FO 町 hundred years have forgotten his name, but they have remembered his lines. The daft man knelt upright, his face raised t0 the wild scud, his long wrists hanging t0 the dead grass. He began simply: " ・ 0 w w 加 4 w ん wilt 04 ow T んー the s 襯 0 ″ rain down ca 〃 rain? ” The Adam's-apple was big ⅲ his bent throat. As simply he fin- ished. " ・ C ん r な 4 ア love were 加剏ア剏 s / 〃イ / 加川ァわ記 ag が ' "

444 RO B E RT M . C OAT E S At this juncture, it was inevitable that Congress should be called on for action. ln fact, Congress called on itself, and it must be said that it rose れ ob ツ to the occasion. A committee was 叩 pointed, drawn 仕 om both Houses and headed by Senator J. Wing Slooper (). ), oflndiana, and though after considerable mvestigation the committee was forced reluctantly tO conclude that there was no evidence of Communist mstigation, the un- consclous subversiveness Of the people's present conduct obvious at a glance. The problem was what to do about it. You can't indict a whOle nation, particularly on such vague grounds as these were. But, as Senator SIooper boldly pointed out, "You can con 仕 01 it," and in the end a system Of reéducation and re- form was decided upon, designed to lead people back to— agmn we quote Senator Slooper—"the basic regularities, the homely averages ofthe American way ofli . ' ln the course Of the committee's lnvestigations, it had been discovered, t0 everyone's dismay, that the Law ofAverages had never been incorporated into the body offederaljunsprudence, and though the upholders of States' Rights rebelled violently, the oversight was at once corrected, both by Constitutional amendment and by a law—the HilIs-SIooperAct—impIement- mg it. According t0 the Act, people were 尾 9 ⅲ尾イ to be aver- age, and, as the simplest way 0f assunng it, they were divided alphabetically and their permissible activities catalogued ac- cordingly. Thus, by the plan, a person whose name began with 。℃ , " "N," or "U," for example, could attend the theatre only on Tuesdays, and he could go to baseball games only on Thursdays, whereas his visits to a haberdashery were confined tO the hours between ten o'clock and noon on Mondays. The law, of course, had its disadvantages. lt had a crippling effect on theatre parties, among other social functions, and the cost 0f enforcing it was unbelievably heavy. ln the end, t00 , so many amendments had t0 be added t0 it—such as the one per- mltting gentlemen t0 take their fiancées ()f accredited) along with them tO varlous events and functions no matter what letter

H E N RY J A M E S gomg very 信 r,. This was precisely the way he acted as modera- tor; he averted misunderstandings or cleared them up. He had been capable,. strange as it may appear, of acqurnng for this purpose an insight into the French tongue, which was often used at Mr.. Offord's; for besides being habitual to most of the foreigners, and they were many, who haunted the place or ar- rived with letters—letters often requinng a ⅱれ厄 worried con- sideration, 0f which Brooksmith always had cogmsance—it had really become the primary language of the master of the house. I don't ow if all the 襯ル加劭イ were ⅲ French, but almost all the explanations were, and this didn't a bit prevent Brooksmith's following them. I know Mr. 0 代 brd used to read passages t0 him 仕 om Montaigne and Saint-Simon, for he read perpetually when alone when were alone, that is—and Brooksmith was always about. Perhaps you'll say no wonder Mr. Offord's butler regarded him. as "rather mad. " However, if l'm not sure what he thought about Montaigne l'm convinced he admired S aint-Simon. A certain feeling for letters must have rubbed 0 仕 on him 丘 om the mere handling of his master's books, which he was always carrymg to and 丘 0 and putting back in their places. I Often noticed that if an anecdote or a quotation, much more a lively discussion, was golng forward, he would, ifbusy with the fire or the curtains, the lamp or the tea, find a pretext for remaining in the room till the point should be reached. lfhis purpose was tO catch it you weren't discreet, you were ⅲ fact scarce human, t0 call him 0 and I shall never forget a 100k , a hard stony stare I caught it ⅲ its passage—which, one day when there were a good many people ⅲ the room, he fastened upon the footman who was helping him ⅲ the service and who, ln an undertone, had asked him some irrelevant question. lt was the only manifestation Of harshness I ever observed on Brooksmith's part, and I at first wondered what was the matter. Then I became conscious that Mr. 0 仕 Ord was relating a very curious anecdote, never before perhaps made SO public, and lmparted t0 the narrator by an eye-witness 0f the fact, bearing on Lord Byron's ⅱⅲ I ね ly. Nothmg would induce me to re- produce it here, but Brooksmith had been ⅲ danger oflosing it.

P U T 01 S 127 my father's study: 'I haveJust seen Putois,' she exclaimed. 'Ah! Yes. l've just seen him. DO I think so? But I am sure. He was creeping along by MonsieurTenchant's wall. He turned into the Rue des Abbesses; he was walkmg quickly. Then I lost him Was it really he? There's no doubt of it. A man about fifty, thin, bent, looking like a 10a r , weanng a dirty blouse. ' 'Such is in- deed Put0is' description,' said my father. 'Ah! I told you so! Besides, I called him. I cried: Putois! and he turned round. That is what detectives do when they want to make sure ofthe iden- tity 0f a criminal they are ln search 0f. Didn't I tell you it was he! ... I managed to get on his track, yo Put0is. WeII! he is very evillooking. And it was extremely imprudent 0f you and your wife t0 employ him. I can read character; and though I only saw his back, I would swear that he is a thief, and perhaps a murderer. His ears are ragged; and that is an infallible sign. Ah! you noticed that his ears were ragged?' 'Nothing esc 叩 es me. My dear Monsieur Bergeret, ifyou don't want to be mur- dered with yo 町 wife and children, don't let Putois come into your house again. Take my advice and have all your locks changed. ' "Now a few days later it happened that Madame Cornouiller had three melons stolen 仕 om her kitchen garden. As the thief was not discovered, she suspected PutOis. The ge れイ′川 were summoned tO Monplaisir, and their statements confirmed Madame Cornouiller's suspicions. Just then gangs 0f thieves were prowling around the gardens ofthe countryside. But this time the 市 e 代 seemed to have been committed by a single per- son, and with extraordinary skill. He had not damaged any- thing, and had 厄れ no footprint 、 on the moist ground. The delinquent could be none other than Putois. Such was the opin- ion ofthe police sergeant who had long known all about Putois, and was making every e 仕 0 to put his hand on the Ⅱ ow. "ln the ″翔記施加 0 appeared an article on the three melons of Madame CornouiIIer. lt contained a descrip- tion Of PutOis, according tO information obtained ⅲ the town. 'His forehead is 10W , ' said the newsp 叩 er, 'he is wall-eyed, his 100k is shifty, he has a crow's 応 ot on the temple, high cheek- bones red and shiny. His ears are ragged. Thin, slightly bent,

T H E OT H E R S I D E 0 F T H E H E D G E 49 ally a moat which bent round t0 the le 代 and t0 the right, and that the hedge followed it continually. The hedge was green on this side its r00 showed through the clear water, and fish swam about ⅲ them—and it was wreathed over with dog-roses and Traveller's J . But it was a barrier, and ⅲ a moment I lost all pleasure ⅲ the grass, the sky, the trees, the happy men and women, and realized that the place was but a prison, for all its beauty and extent. We moved away 仕 om the boundary, and then followed a path almost parallel t0 it, across the meadows. I 応 d it diff- cult walkmg, for I was always trymg t0 out-distance my com- pamon, and there was no advantage in doing this if the place led nowhere. I had never kept step with anyone since I le 代 my- brother. I amused him by stopping suddenly and saying disconso- lately, "This is perfectly terrible. One cannot advance: one can- not progress. NOW we Ofthe road—" "Yes. I know.. ” was gomg t0 say, we advance continually. ' "I know. ' "We are always learning, expanding, developing. Why, even ln my short li I have seen a great deal 0f advance—the Transvaal War, the Fiscal Question, Christian Science, Radium. Here for example—" I took out my pedometer, but it still marked twenty-five' not a degree 1 ore. "Oh, it's stopped! I meant t0 show you. lt should have regis- tered all the time I was walking with you. But it makes me only twenty-five. ' "Many things don't work ⅲ here," he said. 'fOne day a man brought ⅲ a Lee-Metford, and that wouldn't wo ⅸ . ' "The laws of science are universal ⅲ their applicaåon. lt must the water ⅲ the moat that has 111Jured the machinery. ln normal conditions everything works. Science and the spint 0f emulation—those arethe forces thathave made us whatwe e. I had to break 0 圧 and acknowledge the pleasant greet- mgs 0f ople whom we passed. Some 0f them were some talking, some engaged ⅲ gardening, hay-makmg, or 0 市

348 E . B . W H I T E "Henry; ” she asked, "could we have wme at dinner? ” "Sure we could. Say! That will be fine. " She was silent for a while; then she said, "Henry, at those pnze fights, do the men hurt each other very much?" "Sometimes a li 厄 , not 0 代 en. 市 y ? " "WeIl, l've read how they break noses, and blood runs down their chests. l've read how the fighting gloves get heavy and soggy with b100d. " He looked 0 聞 d at her. "What's the matter, Elisa? I didn't ow you read things like that. " He brought the car to a stop, then turned tO the right over the Salinas River bridge. 、。 DO any women ever go to the fights?" she asked. "Oh, sure, some. What's the matter, EIisa? Do you want to go? I don't think you'd like it, but l'll take you if you really want tO go. ' She relaxed limply ⅲ the seat."Oh, no. No. I don't want to go. l'm sure I don't. " Her face was turned away om him. "lt will be enough if we can have wine. lt will be plenty." She turned up her coat collar so he could not see that she was cry- ing weakly—like an 01d woman. THE D00 良・ BY E. B. WHITE VERYTHING ()E kept saying) is something it isn't. And everybody is always somewhere else. Maybe it was the city, being ⅲ the city, that made him feel how queer everything was and that it was something else. Maybe ()e kept thinking) it was the names 0f the things. The names were tex and fre- quently koid. Or they were flex and 0i4 or they were duroid (sam) or flexsan (duro), but everything was glass (but not quite 丘 om e Ⅳ , 施′ r