a mortal antipathy-第56节
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church。 Smith was a worthy man and a faithful churchwarden; and I
hope posterity will be able to spell out his name on his monumental
window; but that old English lettering would puzzle Mephistopheles
himself; if he found himself before this memorial tribute; on the
inside;you know he goes to church sometimes; if you remember your
Faust。
The rector has come out; in a quiet way; as an evolutionist。 He has
always been rather 〃broad 〃 in his views; but cautious in their
expression。 You can tell the three branches of the mother…island
church by the way they carry their heads。 The low…church clergy look
down; as if they felt themselves to be worms of the dust; the high…
church priest drops his head on one side; after the pattern of the
mediaeval saints; the broad…church preacher looks forward and round
about him; as if he felt himself the heir of creation。 Our rector
carries his head in the broad…church aspect; which I suppose is the
least open to the charge of affectation;in fact; is the natural and
manly way of carrying it。
The Society has justified its name of Pansophian of late as never
before。 Lurida has stirred up our little community and its
neighbors; so that we get essays on all sorts of subjects; poems and
stories in large numbers。 I know all about it; for she often
consults me as to the merits of a particular contribution。
What is to be the fate of Lurida? I often think; with no little
interest and some degree of anxiety; about her future。 Her body is
so frail and her mind so excessively and constantly active that I am
afraid one or the other will give way。 I do not suppose she thinks
seriously of ever being married。 She grows more and more zealous in
behalf of her own sex; and sterner in her judgment of the other。 She
declares that she never would marry any man who was not an advocate
of female suffrage; and as these gentlemen are not very common
hereabouts the chance is against her capturing any one of the hostile
sex。
What do you think? I happened; just as I was writing the last
sentence; to look out of my window; and whom should I see but Lurida;
with a young man in tow; listening very eagerly to her conversation;
according to all appearance! I think he must be a friend of the
rector; as I have seen a young man like this one in his company。 Who
knows?
Affectionately yours; etc。
DR。 BUTTS TO MRS。 BUTTS。
MY BELOVED WIFE;This letter will tell you more news than you would
have thought could have been got together in this little village
during the short time you have been staying away from it。
Lurida Vincent is engaged! He is a clergyman with a mathematical
turn。 The story is that he put a difficult problem into one of the
mathematical journals; and that Lurida presented such a neat solution
that the young man fell in love with her on the strength of it。 I
don't think the story is literally true; nor do I believe that other
report that he offered himself to her in the form of an equation
chalked on the blackboard; but that it was an intellectual rather
than a sentimental courtship I do not doubt。 Lurida has given up the
idea of becoming a professional lecturer;so she tells me;thinking
that her future husband's parish will find her work enough to do。 A
certain amount of daily domestic drudgery and unexciting intercourse
with simple…minded people will be the best thing in the world for
that brain of hers; always simmering with some new project in its
least fervid condition。
All our summer visitors have arrived。 Euthymia Mrs。 Maurice
Kirkwood and her husband and little Maurice are here in their
beautiful house looking out on the lake。 They gave a grand party the
other evening。 You ought to have been there; but I suppose you could
not very well have left your sister in the middle of your visit: All
the grand folks were there; of course。 Lurida and her young man
Gabriel is what she calls himwere naturally the objects of special
attention。 Paolo acted as major…domo; and looked as if he ought to
be a major…general。 Nothing could be pleasanter than the way in
which Mr。 and Mrs。 Kirkwood received their plain country neighbors;
that is; just as they did the others of more pretensions; as if they
were really glad to see them; as I am sure they were。 The old
landlord and his wife had two arm…chairs to themselves; and I saw
Miranda with the servants of the household looking in at the dancers
and out at the little groups in the garden; and evidently enjoying it
as much as her old employers。 It was a most charming and successful
party。 We had two sensations in the course of the evening。 One was
pleasant and somewhat exciting; the other was thrilling and of
strange and startling interest。
You remember how emaciated poor Maurice Kirkwood was left after his
fever; in that first season when he was among us。 He was out in a
boat one day; when a ring slipped off his thin finger and sunk in a
place where the water was rather shallow。 〃Jake〃you know Jake;
everybody knows Jakewas rowing him。 He promised to come to the
spot and fish up the ring if he could possibly find it。 He was seen
poking about with fish…hooks at the end of a pole; but nothing was
ever heard from him about the ring。 It was an antique intaglio stone
in an Etruscan setting;a wild goose flying over the Campagna。 Mr。
Kirkwood valued it highly; and regretted its loss very much。
While we were in the garden; who should appear at the gate but Jake;
with a great basket; inquiring for Mr。 Kirkwood。 〃Come;〃 said
Maurice to me; 〃let us see what our old friend the fisherman has
brought us。 What have you got there; Jake?〃
〃What I 've got? Wall; I 'll tell y' what I've got: I 've got the
biggest pickerel that's been ketched in this pond for these ten year。
An' I 've got somethin' else besides the pickerel。 When I come to
cut him open; what do you think I faound in his insides but this here
ring o' yourn;〃and he showed the one Maurice had lost so long
before。 There it was; as good as new; after having tried Jonah's
style of housekeeping for all that time。 There are those who
discredit Jake's story about finding the ring in the fish; anyhow;
there was the ring and there was the pickerel。 I need not say that
Jake went off well paid for his pickerel and the precious contents of
its stomach。 Now comes the chief event of the evening。 I went early
by special invitation。 Maurice took me into his library; and we sat
down together。
〃I have something of great importance;〃 he said; 〃 to say to you。 I
learned within a few days that my cousin Laura is staying with a
friend in the next town to this。 You know; doctor; that we have
never met since the last; almost fatal; experience of my early years。
I have determined to defy the strength of that deadly chain of
associations connected with her presence; and I have begged her to
come this evening with the friends with whom she is staying。 Several
letters passed between us; for it was hard to persuade her that there
was no longer any risk in my meeting her。 Her imagination was almost
as deeply impressed as mine had been at those alarming interviews;
and I had to explain to her fully that I had become quite indifferent
to the disturbing impressions of former years。 So; as the result of
our correspondence; Laura is coming this evening; and I wish you to
be present at our meeting。 There is another reason why I wish you to
be here。 My little boy is not far from theage at which I received
my terrifying; almost disorganizing shock。 I mean to have little
Maurice brought into the presence of Laura; who is said to be still a
very handsome woman; and see if he betrays any hint of that peculiar
sensitiveness which showed itself in my threatening seizure。 It
seemed to me not impossible that he might inherit some tendency of
that nature; and I wanted you to be at hand if any sign of danger
should declare itself。 For myself I have no fear。 Some radical
change has taken place in my nervous system。 I have been born again;
as it were; in my susceptibilities; and am in certain respects a new
man。 But I must know how it is with my little Maurice。〃
Imagine with what interest I looked forward to this experiment; for
experiment it was; and not without its sources of anxiety; as it
seemed to me。 The evening wore along; friends and neighbors came in;
but no Laura as yet。 At last I heard the sound of wheels; and a
carriage stopped at the door。 Two ladies and a gentleman got out;
and soon entered the drawing room。
〃My cousin Laura!〃 whispered Maurice to me; and went forward to meet
her。 A very handsome woman; who might well have been in the
thirties;one of those women so thoroughly constituted that they
cannot help being handsome at every period of life。 I watched them
both as they approached each other。 Both looked pale at first; but
Maurice soon rec