H 0 W B E A U T I F U L W I T H S H O E S ァれ / な″ 0 ro Ⅷイ go 況 which wa 厩 e 〃 375 r, コな″ん e 叩 w んな訪 0 ァ two わな 0 尾″れア 04 〃 g roes 砒 れ加 S. Mare had not been t0 church since she was a little girl, when her mother's black dress wore out. "No no ! ” she walled under her breath. "You're awful t0 say such awful things." She might have shouted it; nothlng could have shaken the man now, rapt ⅲ the lmmo れ al , passionate periods 0f S010mon's song ・ .. れ ow な 0 ァ e な訪 0 ″ be c ん e e vine, 0 れイ the smell ー 0 ″ 02 . ' " Hotness touched Mare's face for the first time. "Aw, no, don't ね lk SO P' " 図れイ the ro ァ 0 ん″ the わ e w 加 e ド川ァ わ elo 元イ .. ca 加 g the lips e 川 4 ね 平 ea た ' He had ended. His expression changed. Ecstasy gave place t0 anger, love t0 hate. And Mare lt the change ⅲ the weight 0f the fingers in her hair. "What do you mean, I mustn't say itlike that?" But it was not to her his spoke for he answered himself straightaway ・ "Like poetry, Mr,. Jewett; I won't have blasphemy around my school.' 。、 Poetry! My God! if that isn't poetry—if that isn't mu- "lt's Bible, Jewett. What you're paid t0 teach here is SIC— ″セ ra ル尾 . ” "Doctor Ryeworth, you're the blasphemer and you're 皿 ig- norant m . ".. 、 "And yo 町 Principal. And I won't have you go- mg around reading sacred allegory like earthly love. " "Ryeworth, you're an 01d man, a dull man, a dirty man' and you'd be better dead. " Jewett's hand had slid down 仕 om Mare's head. "Then I went

T H E C 0 U RT I N G 0 F D I N A H S H A D D 97 'ere t0 YO 町 own comp'ny!"And the cockney, wh0 had been de- lighting another audience with recondite and Rabelaisian yarns, was shot down among h1S admirers by the maJ0r force. "You've crumpled my dress-shirt ' 0 ⅲ 4 ' ' said he; "an' I shan't S1ng no more tO this 'ere 00n1 ⅲ ' drawin'-room. ' Learoyd, roused by the confusion, uncoiled himself, crept behind Ortheris, and raised him a10 on his shoulders. "Sing, ye bloomin' hummin'-bird!" said he; and Ortheris, beating time on Learoyd's skull, delivered himself, ⅲ the rau- cous voice ofthe RatcliffHighway, ofthe following chaste and touching ditty: Mygirlshegive 襯ビ thego 0 れ c ル劭 lwas 0 カ 0 れ〃 4 / れ 7 went 0 〃 the 市加ん r 0 阨加 zg ん , 図が劭 / w 劭 0 the d. The quee れ she ga me 襯加 アん 4 ル 'er over the seas; 召 g ソ ' e 加わⅲ″ me ルソイ ra / 〃 7 可液 ga me 市 e. "Chorus—Ho! 〃 4 'eed w ん砒 0 g かな 0 , 図がイ 0 〃ケア 04g0 阨 r e わ e , ・ お 4 ー / was 0 〃 0 when lwas ー gra , The beggar ・ 'efired 0g0 加 , ・ / が〃川ァわ e イ w ″ん 0 ' 0 ル加ア ' e24 図が川な se イ the e ca 襯 2 g れ / w ″ん襯ア g “〃砒召 ur 襯住れ ル 0 c 記住 00 襯加 ' ん But the cartridge stuck が e わ ' れ″わ翔ん / が″ー g was the scar. 。℃ horus ー″ 0 / 〃を 4 砒 / ん住〃 ル砌 4 訂 0 イ 0 the - ″れ e c た 0 / が d0 〃をア 04 go ′ 0 B 川 2 れ

I V Y D AY I N T H E C 0 M M I T T E E R 0 0 M 335 " 0 , Joe," said Mr. O'Connor suddenly. "Give us that thing you wrote—do you remember? Have you got it on you?" 。。 0 , ! " said Mr.. Henchy. "Give us that. Did you ever hear that, Crofton? Listen t0 this now: splendid thing. "GO on," said Mr. O'Connor."Fire away, Joe. " 行 . Hynes did not seem tO remember at once the piece to which they were alluding, but, after reflecting a while, he said: 、。 0 , that thlng is it.... Sure, that's 01d now. ' "Out with it, man! ” said Mr. O'Connor. “ 'Sh, 'sh; ” said Mr. Henchy."Now, Joe! ” Mr. Hynes hesitated a little longer. Then amid the silence he took offhis hat, laid it on the table and stood up. He seemed to be rehearsing the piece in his mind. After a rather long pause he announced: THE DEATH OF PARNELL 6TH OCTOBER, 1891 He cleared his throat once or twice and then began tO recite: He な 0 0 UncrownedKing な 0 イ . 0 ん E ′加 , 川 0 〃 w ″ん g ツ、イ woe For ″ 0 イ w ん 0 e 〃 gang 0 ノ、川 0 イ川 0 ″んル He 〃 e s 加 the cowa ん 0 Ⅷホ He ra なね g わヴ 0 襯 the 川 i , ・ / 〃イ E れ hopes 〃イ Er 加市川 s なん叩ん催川尾ん、 2 ア . 加 20 ce , ca わ加 or 加 COt The ルなんん ea れ where ″ ムわ owe イ w ″ん wo ←イ he な gone ル 0 w 硼んの e wrought ん i . He w 硼ん 0 怩んイんな r 加 e イ , The g 尾砌ア g g ん 0 ″た 4 〃′訂 0 s 襯 e 〃 , わ ar ホ 0 れイ wa ″わな e イ おビ尾 the na 血 e ル br 雇

T H E 0 T H E R T W 0 201 The dogs, I whispered t0 my cousin Mourad. I thought they would bark. They would at somebody else, he said. I have a way WI 市 dogs ・ My cousin Mourad put h1S arms around the horse, pressed his nose intO the horse's nose, patted it, and then we went away. That afternoon J0hn B 0 came t0 0 町 house ⅲ his surrey and showed my mother the horse that had been stolen and re- turned. I do not know what to think, he said. The horse is stronger than ever. Better-tempered, t00. I thank G0d. My uncle Khosrove, wh0 was ⅲ the p 10r , became lrritated and shouted, Quiet, man, quiet. Your horse has been returned. Pay no attention tO it. THE OTH 旧良 TWO* BY EDITH WHARTON AYTHORN, ON the drawing-room hearth, walted for his wife tO come down tO dinner. lt was their first mght under his own r00 and he was sur- prised at his thrill ofboyish agitation. He was not so 014 t0 sure—his glass gave him little more than the five-and-thirty years t0 which his wife confessed—but he had fancied himself already in the temperate zone; yet here he was listemng for her step with a tender sense ofall it symbolized, with some 01d 恤ⅱ of verse about the garlanded nuptial door-posts floating through his enjoyment 0f the pleasant room and the good din- nerjust beyond it. They had been hastily recalled 丘 om their honeymoon by the illness of LiIy Haskett, the child ofMrs. Waythorn9s t mar- 斤 om The Descent 材

T H E T H R E E - D AY B L 0 W Bill had poured out the drinks "That's 明 awfully big shot," Nick said. "Not for us, Wemedge," Bill said. 23 "What'II we drink to?" Nick asked, holding up the glass. "Let's drink to fishing," Bill said. "AII right," Nick said. "Gentlemen, I give you fishing. "AII fishing," Bill said."Everywhere. " "Fishing," Nick said."That's what we drink t0. " 、、 lt's better than baseball,' ” BiII said. "There isn't any comparrson; ” said Nick."How did we ever get talking about baseball?" "lt was a mistake," Bill said. "Baseball is a game for louts. ' They drank all that was in their glasses. "Now let's drink to Chesterton. ' "And Walpole," Nick interposed. Nick poured out the liquor. Bill poured ⅲ the water. They looked at each other. They lt very fine. "Gentlemen," Bill said, "I give you dhesterton and Walpole. " "Exactly, gentlemen," Nick said. They drank. Bill 創厄 d up the glasses. They sat down ⅲ the big chairs ⅲ front ofthe e 、 "You were very wise, Wemedge," Bill said. f'What do you mean? ” asked Nick. "To bust 0 仕市 at Marge business," Bill said. 当 guess so," said Nick. "lt was the only thing t0 d0. If you hadn't, by now you'd be back home worktng trying t0 get enough money t0 get mar- ried. ” Nick said nothmg. "Once a man's married he's absolutely bitched," Bill went on. 。、 He hasn't got anything more. N0thing. N0t a damn 市ⅲ g. He's done 応 r. You've seen the guys that get married. " Nick said nothing. "You can tell them," Bill said. "They get this so れ offat mar- ried look. They're done 応 r,. " "Sure; ” said Nick. "lt was probably bad busting it 0 塒 ' Bill said. "But you

500 W. S 0 M E R S E T M AU G H A M him ⅲ his coffn, and a veiled corpse they bore him t0 the grave. The grass ofmany years has sprung up and withered on that grave, the burial stone is moss-grown, and good Mr,. Hooper's face is dust; but awful is still the thought that it moul- dered beneath the Black ・ Veil! A STRING OF BEADS* BY W.. SOMERSET MAUGHAM HAT A bit of luck that l'm placed next to you," said Laura, as we sat down tO dinner. "For me," I replied politely. "That remains t0 be seen. I particularly wanted t0 have the chance oftalking t0 you. l've got a story t0 tell you. ' At this my heart sank a little. "l'd sooner you talked about yourself," I answered. "Or even about me. ' "Oh, but I must tell you the story. I think you'll be able to use it. ” "lfyou must, you must. But let's 100k at the menu first. " "Don't you want me to?" she said, somewhat aggrreved. "I thought you'd be pleased. ' "I am. You might have written a play and wanted t0 read me that. ” "lt h 叩 pened t0 some friends ofmine. lt's perfectly true. " "That's no recommendation. A true story is never quite SO true as an mvented one. "What does that mean?" "N0thmg very much," I admitted. "But I thought it sounded "I wish you'd let me get on with it. " 仕 om Cos 川 0 0 ″ well. ”

M A I N C U R R E N T S 0 F A M E R ー C A N T H 0 U G H T 475 She turned 0 the machine and looked up at him. "What's the matter? ” "l'm trying t0 sleep," he said. "WeII, why don't you sleep?" "The vacuum cleaner. lt's shaking the house. ' His mother stOOd up, her face setting intO stern lines. "l've got t0 clean the house, don't I?" "Why do you have to clean the house while l'm trying to sleep? ” His mother bent down again. "I can't use it while you're working. I can't use it whlle you're reading. I can't use it until ten o'clock in the morning because you're sleeping. " She started the machine. "When am I supposed to clean the house?" she called over the noise of the cleaner. 'Why don't you sleep at night like everybody else?" And she put her head down 10W and vigorously ran the machine back and forth. Andrew watched her for a moment. NO arguments came to him. The sound ofthe cleaner SO close tO him made his nerves Jump. He went out 0fthe room, closing the door behind him. The telephone was nngrng and he picked it up and said, “ Hello. ” "Ahndrew?" his agent's V01ce asked. His agent was 仕 om Brooklyn, t00 , but he had a very broad A, with which he im- pressed actors and sponsors. "Yes, this is Ahndrew." Andrew always made this straight- faced joke with his agent, but the agent never seemed t0 catch on. "You didn't have to call. The Dusty Blades scripts are all through. You'll get them tomo な ow. ' called about something else, Ahndrew," his agent said, his V01ce very smooth and lnfluential on the phone. "The com- plaints're piling up on the Blades scripts. They're as slow as gum. N0thing ever h 叩 pens. Ahndrew, you're not writing for the / ″れ M ケ . " 呵 ow l'm not writing for the 図血れ Mo れ " "I thrnk you've rather run out of material," his agent said lightly, soothmgly. think perhaps you ought t0 take a little vacation 仕 om the Blades scnpts. "

T H E M A N H I G H E R U P 193 ness. I was preordained t0 labor. When a NO. 1 burglar tnes t0 make a James out ofhisjimmy he perpetrates an tmprofundity. You have a well-oiled and effcacious system 0f luck at cards,' says he. 'Peace go W1th you. ' And I never afterward sees Bill Bassett agam. "Well, Jeff," sald I, when the Autolycan adventure seemed to have divulged the gist ofhis ⅱ , "I hope you t00k care 0fthe money. That would be a respecta—that is a considerable work- mg capital if you should choose some day t0 settle down t0 S01 れ e sort Of regular business. "Me?" said Jeff, virtuously. "You can bet l've taken care 0f that five 市 ous d. ' He tapped his coat over the region Ofhis chest exultantly. "Gold mining stock," he explained, "every cent ofit. Shares par value one d0 Ⅱ乢 Bound t0 go up 500 per cent withm a year. Non-assessable. The Blue Gopher Mine. Just discovered a month ago. Better get yourselfifyou've any spare 面Ⅱ a on hand. ” "Somet1mes; ” said l, mines are not— "Oh, this one 's solid as 0 旧 goose," said Jeff "Fifty 市 ou - sand dollars worth 0f ore ⅲ sight, and 10 per cent mon 市ツ earmngs guaranteed. " He drew a long envelope 仕 om his pocket and cast it on the ね b 厄 . "Always carry it with me," said he. 、。 SO the burglar can't corrupt or the capitalist break ⅲ and water it. " I looked at the beautifully engraved certificate ofstock. "ln Colorado, I see," said I."And, by the way, Jem what was the name Of the little man wh0 went t0 Denver—the one you and Bill met at the station? ” "Alfred E. Ricks," said Jeff, 、。 w the toad's designation ・ " see," said I, 、新 e president ofthis mimng company signs himseIfA. L. Fredericks. I was wondenng— 、 'Let me see that stock," sald Jeffqmckly, almost snatching it 仕 om me. TO mitigate, even though slightly, the embarrassment I sum- moned the waiter and ordered another bottle of 山 0 Barbera. I thought it was the least I could d0.

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 ' "

H 0 W B E A U T I F U L W I T H S H 0 E S 381 knew it, though she did not. She sat all the while staring at that one figure in the wallpaper, and she never saw the figure. Strange as the night had been, this day was stranger. Fright and physical pain are perishable things once they are gone. But while pain merely dulls and telescopes in memory and remains diluted pain, terror looked back upon has nothing ofterror 厄代 . A gambling chance taken, at no matter what odds, and won was a sure thing since the world's beginning; perils come through safely were never perilous. But what fright does d0 ⅲ retro- spect is this—it heightens each sensuous recollection, like a hard, clear lacquer laid on W00 bringing out the C010r an4 grain 0f it vividly. Last night Mare had lain stupid with fear on groundpine be- neath a bush, loud 応 0t - ねⅡ s and light whispers confused ⅲ her ear. Only now, ⅲ her room, did she smell the groundpine. Only now did the conscious part ofher brain begin t0 make words ofthe whispenng. “ / 川 ra れ 4 , ” she remembered, “図襯 ara 加ん sweet れイ " That was as far as she could go for the moment, except that the rhyme with "fair" was "hair. '' But then a puzzle, held ⅲ abeyance, brought other words. She wondered what "ravel Ed" could mean. " Mo cel れ ra ″イ . ” lt was le 升 t0 her mother t0 bring the end. They gave up trying t0 keep her mother out at last. The poor woman's prostration tOOk the form Of fussiness. "G00d gracious, daughter, you 0k a sight. Them new shoes, halfruined; ain't your feet イ ? And 100k at YO 町 hair, all tangled like a wild one!" She got a comb. "Be quiet, daughter; what's ailin' you. Don't shake your head! ” " 0 head 4 〃 d “なイ "What you say, Amarantha?" Mrs. Doggett held an ear down. "GO 'way! Lea' me be!" Her mother was hurt and 厄化 And Mare ran, as she stared at the wallpaper. " C み可襯アあ e were 加川アド