AMOS KILBRIGHT; HIS ADSCITITIOUS EXPERIENCES

With Other Stories

by

FRANK R. STOCKTON

1888

CONTENTS. 

AMOS KILBRIGHT: HIS ADSCITITIOUS EXPERIENCES

THE REVERSIBLE LANDSCAPE

DUSKY PHILOSOPHY--IN TWO EXPOSITIONS: FIRST EXPOSITION: A STORY OF SEVEN DEVILS SECOND EXPOSITION: GRANDISON'S QUANDARY

PLAIN FISHING

AMOS KILBRIGHT: HIS ADSCITITIOUS EXPERIENCES. 

[This story is told by Mr. Richard Colesworthy, an attorney-at-law, ina large town in one of our Eastern States. The fact that Mr. Colesworthyis a practical man, and but little given, outside of his profession, tospeculative theorizing, adds a weight to his statements which they mightnot otherwise possess. ]

In the practice of my profession I am in the habit of meeting with allsorts and conditions of men, women, and even children. But I do not knowthat I ever encountered anyone who excited in me a greater interest thanthe man about whom I am going to tell you. 

I was busily engaged one morning in my office, which is on the groundfloor of my dwelling and opens upon the street, when, after apreliminary knock, a young man entered and asked leave to speak with me. He was tall and well made, plainly but decently dressed, and with afresh, healthy color on his smoothly shaven face. There was something inhis air, a sort of respectful awkwardness, which was not without asuggestion of good breeding, and in his countenance there was anannoyed or troubled expression which did not sit well upon it. I askedhim to take a chair, and as he did so the thought came to me that Ishould like to be of service to him. Of course I desire to aid andbenefit all my clients, but there are some persons whose appearanceexcites in one an instinctive sympathy, and toward whom there arise atfirst sight sentiments of kindliness. The man had said almost nothing;it was simply his manner that had impressed me. I mention these pointsbecause generally I do not take an interest in persons until I know agood deal about them. 

"What can I do for you?" I asked. 

The man did not immediately answer, but began searching for something inone of the pockets of his coat. The little awkwardness which I had firstnoticed, now became more apparent. He appeared to be looking for hispockets rather than for what might be in one of them. He was consciousof his ungainliness and reddened a little as he fumbled on the insideand outside of his coat. 

"I pray you pardon me, " he said, "but I will bring before you instantlythe matter of my business. "

And so saying, he got his hand into a breast pocket and drew out alittle packet. There was a certain intonation of his voice which, atfirst made me think that he was not an American, but in that intonationthere was really nothing foreign. He was certainly a stranger, he mightbe from the backwoods, and both his manner and speech appeared odd tome; but soon I had no doubt about his being my countryman. In fact, there was something in his general appearance which seemed to me to bedistinctively American. 

"I came to you, sir, " he said, "to ask if you would have the goodness topurchase one or more of these tickets?" And he held out to me a cardentitling one person to admission to a séance to be given by a party ofspiritualists in one of the public buildings of the town. 

A feeling of anger arose within me. I was chagrined to think that I hadbegun to interest myself in a person who merely came to interrupt me inmy business by trying to sell me tickets to a spiritualistic exhibition. My instant impulse was to turn from the man and let him see that I wasoffended by his intrusion, but my reason told me that he had donenothing that called for resentment. If I had expected something moreimportant from him, that was my affair. He had not pretended to have anyother business than that which brought him. 

And, besides, he offered me something which in fact I wanted. I am amember of a society for psychical research, which, about a year before, had been organized in our town. It is composed almost exclusively ofpersons who are desirous of honestly investigating the facts, as well astheories, connected with the spiritual phenomena, not only of our ownday, but of all ages. We had heard of the spiritualistic exhibitionswhich were to be given in our town, and I, with a number of myfellow-members, had determined to attend them. If there was anythingreal or tangible in the performances of these people we wanted to knowit. Considering all this, it would be foolish for me to be angry with aman who had brought me the very tickets I intended to buy, and, insteadof turning away from him, I took out my pocket-book. 

"I will take one ticket for each of the three séances, " I said. And Iplaced the money on the table. 

I should have been glad to buy two sets of tickets; one for my wife; butI knew this would be useless. She did not belong to our society, andtook no interest in its investigations. 

"These things are all tricks and nonsense, " she said. "I don't want toknow anything about them. And if they were true, I most certainly wouldnot want to know anything about them. "

So I contented myself with the tickets for my own use, and as the manslowly selected them from his little package, I asked him if he had soldmany of them. 

"These you now buy are the first of which I have made disposal, " heanswered. "For two days I have endeavored to sell them, but to nopurpose. There are many people to whom I cannot bring myself to speakupon the matter, and those I have asked care not for these things. Iwould not have come to you, but having twice passed your open window, Iliked your face and took courage. "

I smiled. So this man had been studying me before I began to study him;and this discovery revived in me the desire that he had come on somemore interesting business than that of selling tickets; a thing he didso badly as to make me wonder why he had undertaken it. 

"I imagine, " said I, "that this sort of business is out of your line. "

He looked at me a moment, and then with earnestness exclaimed:"Entirely! utterly! absolutely! I am altogether unfitted for thiscalling, and it is an injustice to those who send me out for me tolonger continue in it. Some other person might sell their tickets; Icannot. And yet, " he said, with a sigh, "what is there that I may do?"

The idea that that strong, well-grown man should have any difficulty infinding something to do surprised me. If he chose to go out and laborwith his hands--and surely no man who was willing to wander aboutselling tickets should object to that--there would be no difficulty inhis obtaining a livelihood in our town. 

"If you want regular employment, " I said, "I think you can easily findit. "

"I want it, " he answered, his face clouded by a troubled expression, "but I cannot take it. "

"Cannot take it!" I exclaimed. 

"No, " he said, "I am not my own master. I am as much a slave as anynegro hereabouts!"

I was rather surprised at this meaningless allusion, but contentedmyself with asking him what he meant by not being his own master. 

He looked on the floor and then he looked at me, with a steady, earnestgaze. "I should like well to tell you my story, " he said. "I have beenordered not to tell it, but I have resolved that when I should meet aman to whom I should be moved to speak I would speak. "

Now, I felt a very natural emotion of pride. My perception of objectsof interest was a quick and a correct one. "Speak on, " I said, "I shallbe very glad to hear what you have to say. "

He looked toward the open door. I arose and closed it. When I hadresumed my seat he drew his chair closer to me, leaned toward me, andsaid:

"In the first place you should know that I am a materialized spirit. "

I sat up, hard pressed against the back of my chair. 

"Nay, start not, " he said, "I am now as truly flesh and blood as youare; but a short three weeks ago I was a spirit in the realms of endlessspace. I know, " he continued, "that my history is a sore thing toinflict upon any man, and there are few to whom I would have broachedit, but I will make it brief. Three weeks ago these spiritualists heldprivately in this town what they call a séance, and at that time I wasimpelled, by a power I understood not, to appear among them. After I hadcome it was supposed that a mistake had been made, and that I was notthe spirit wanted. In the temporary confusion occasioned by thissupposition, and while the attention of the exhibitors was otherwiseoccupied, I was left exposed to the influence of the materializingagencies for a much longer time than had been intended; so long, indeed, that instead of remaining in the misty, indistinct form in whichspirits are presented by these men to their patrons, I became asthoroughly embodied, as full of physical life and energy, and ascomplete a mortal man as I was when I disappeared from this earth, onehundred and two years ago. "

"One hundred and two years!" I mechanically ejaculated. There was uponme the impulse to get up and go where I could breathe the outer air; tofind my wife and talk to her about marketing or some household affair, to get away from this being--human or whatever he was--but this wasimpossible. That interest which dawned upon me when I first perceived myvisitor now held me as if it had been a spell. 

"Yes, " he said, "I deceased in 1785, being then in my thirtieth year. Iwas a citizen of Bixbury, on the Massachusetts coast, but I am notunconnected with this place. Old Mr. Scott, of your town, is mygrandson. "

I am obliged to chronicle the fact that my present part in thisconversation consisted entirely of ejaculations. "Old Mr. Scott yourgrandson!" I said. 

"Yes, " he replied; "my daughter, who was but two years old when I lefther, married Lemuel Scott, of Bixbury, who moved to this town soon afterold Mr. Scott was born. It was, indeed, on account of this good old manthat I became materialized. He was present at the private séance ofwhich I have spoken, and being asked if he would like to see a personfrom the other world, he replied that he should be pleased to behold hisgrandfather. When the necessary influences were set to work I appeared. The spiritualists, who, without much thought, had conceived the ideathat the grandfather of old Mr. Scott ought, in the ordinary nature ofthings, to be a very venerable personage, were disappointed when theysaw me, and concluded I was one who, by some mistake, had beenwrongfully summoned. They, therefore, set me aside, as it were, andoccupied themselves with other matters. Old Mr. Scott went awayunsatisfied, and strengthened in his disbelief in the powers of thespiritualists, while I, as I have before said, was left unnoticed underthe power of the materializing force, until I was made corporeal as I amnow. When the spiritualists discovered what had happened they were muchdisturbed, and immediately set about to dematerialize me, for it is nottheir purpose or desire to cause departed spirits to again becomeinhabitants of this world. But all their efforts were of no avail. Iremained as much a man as anyone of themselves. They found me in fullhealth and vigor, for I had never had a day's sickness in my life, having come to my death by drowning while foolishly swimming too farfrom land in a strong ebb tide, and my body, being carried out to sea, was never recovered. Being thus put to their wit's end, they determinedto keep the matter privy, and to make the best of it, and the firstnecessity was to provide me with clothing, for on my second entranceinto this world I was as totally without apparel as when I first cameinto it. They gave me these garments of the ordinary fashion of the day, but to which I find myself much unaccustomed, and enjoined upon me tokeep silent in regard to what had happened; fearing, as I was made awareby some unguarded words, that their efforts to dematerialize me mightbring them into trouble. "

My professional instincts now came to the front. "That would be murder, "I said, "and nothing less. "

"So I myself told them, " he continued, "for I had come to thedetermination that I would choose to finish out the life I had brokenoff so suddenly. But they paid little heed to my words and continuedtheir experiments. But, as I have told you, their efforts were withoutavail, and they have ceased to make further trial of dematerialization. As, of course, it would be impossible to keep a full-grown man for anyconsiderable length of time secluded and unseen, they judged it wise topermit me to appear as an ordinary human being; and having no other useto which they could put me, they set me to selling tickets for them, andin this business I have fared so badly that I shall restore to themthese that are left, and counsel them to seek another agent, I being ofdetriment to them rather than profit. What may then happen I do notknow, for, as I told you, I am not my own master. "

"I do not understand you, " I said. "If you have been, in thisunparalleled manner, restored to your physical existence, surely you arefree to do as you please. What these spiritualists have done for you wasdone by accident. They intended you no benefit, and they have no claimupon you. "

"That is true, " he said, with a sigh, "but they have a hold upon me. Itwas but yesterday that they informed me that, although, so far, they hadfailed to restore me to what they call my normal spiritual existence, they had every reason to believe that they soon would be able to do so. A psychic scientist of Germany has discovered a process ofdematerialization, and they have sent to him for his formula. This, in ashort time, they expect to receive, and they assure me that they willnot hesitate to put it in force if I should cause them trouble. Now, sir, " he continued, and as he spoke there was a moisture about his eyes, "I am very fond of life. I have been restored to that mortality fromwhich I was suddenly snatched by the cruel sea, and I do not wish tolose it again until I have lived out my natural term of years. My familyis one of long life, and I feel that I have a right to fifty more yearsof existence, and this strong desire for the natural remainder of mylife is that which gives these men their power over me. I was never acoward, but I cannot but fear those who may at any moment cause thisform, these limbs, my physical state and life, to vanish like acandle-flame blown out. "

My sympathies were now strongly aroused in behalf of the subject ofthese most extraordinary conditions. "That which you fear must not beallowed, " I said. "No man has the right to take away the life ofanother, no matter what plan or method he may use. I will see thespiritualists, and make it plain to them that what they threaten theycannot be allowed to do. "

The man arose. "Sir, " he said, "I feel that I have truly found afriend. Whatever may happen to me, I shall never forget your kindness toa very stranger. " He held out his hand, and I stood up by him and tookit. It was as much a flesh and blood hand as my own. 

"What is your name?" I asked. "You have not yet told me that. "

"I am Amos Kilbright, of Bixbury, " he answered. 

"You have not revisited your native place?" I said. 

"No, " he replied, "I much desire to do so, but I have no money for ajourney, even on foot, and I doubt me much if those men would suffer meto go to Bixbury. "

"And have you spoken to your grandson, old Mr. Scott?" I said. "It isbut right that you should make yourself known to him. "

"So have I thought, " he answered, "and I have felt an earnest drawingtoward my daughter's child. I have seen him thrice, but have not had theheart to speak to him and declare myself the progenitor of that motherwhose memory I know he cherishes. "

"You shall make yourself known to him, " I said. "I will prepare theway. "

He shook me again by the hand and took his leave without a word. He wasdeeply affected. 

I reseated myself by my table, one thought after another rushing throughmy mind. Had ever man heard a story such as this! What were all theexperiences of the members of the Society for Psychical Research, theirstories of apparitions, their instances of occult influences, their bestauthenticated incidents of supernaturalism compared to this experienceof mine! Should I hasten and tell it all to my wife? I hesitated. Ifwhat I had heard should not be true--and this, my first doubt orsuspicion impressed upon me how impossible to me had been doubt orsuspicion during the presence of my visitor--it would be wrong touselessly excite her mind. On the other hand, if I had heard nothing butthe truth, what would happen should she sympathize as deeply with AmosKilbright as I did, and then should that worthy man suddenly becomedematerialized, perhaps before her very eyes? No, I would not tellher--at least not yet. But I must see the spiritualists. And thatafternoon I went to them. 

The leader and principal worker of the men who were about to give aseries of spiritual manifestations in our town was Mr. Corbridge, a manof middle-age with a large head and earnest visage. When I spoke to himof Amos Kilbright he was very much annoyed. 

"So he has been talking to you, " he said, "and after all the warnings Igave him! Well, he does that sort of thing at his own risk!"

"We all do things at our own risk, " I said, "and he has as much right tochoose his line of conduct as anybody else. "

"No, he hasn't, " said Mr. Corbridge, "he belongs to us, and it is for usto choose his line of conduct for him. "

"That is nonsense, " said I. "You have no more right over him than Ihave. "

"Now then, " said Mr. Corbridge, his eyes beginning to sparkle, "I may aswell talk plainly to you. My associates and myself have considered thismatter very carefully. At first we thought that if this fellow shouldtell his story we would simply pooh-pooh the whole of it, and let peoplethink he was a little touched in his mind, which would be so natural aconclusion that everybody might be expected to come to it. But as wehave determined to dematerialize him, his disappearance would bringsuspicion upon us, and we might get into trouble if he should beconsidered a mere commonplace person. So we decided to speak outplainly, say what we had done, and what we were going to do, and thusput ourselves at the head of the spirit operators of the world. But weare not yet ready to do anything or to make our announcements, and if hehad held his tongue we might have given him a pretty long string. "

"And do you mean, " I said, "that you and your associates positivelyintend to dematerialize Mr. Kilbright?"

"Certainly, " he answered. 

"Then, I declare such an act would be inhuman; a horrible crime. "

"No, " said Mr. Corbridge, "it would be neither. In the first place heisn't human. It is by accident that he is what he is. But it was ouraffair entirely, and it was a most wonderfully fortunate thing for usthat it happened. At first it frightened us a little, but we have gotused to it now, and we see the great opportunities that this entirelyunparalleled case will give us. As he is, he is of no earthly good toanybody. You can't take a man out of the last century and expect him toget on in any sort of business at the present day. He is tooold-fashioned. He doesn't know how we do things in the year eighteeneighty-seven. We put this subject to work selling tickets just to keephim occupied; but he can't even do that. But, as a spirit who can bematerialized or dematerialized whenever we please, he will be of thegreatest value to us. When a spirit has been brought out as strongly ashe has been it will be the easiest thing in the world to do it again. Every time you bring one out the less trouble it is to make it appearthe next time you want it; and in this case the conditions are sofavorable that it will be absolute business suicide in us if we allowourselves to lose the chance of working it. So you see, sir, that wehave marked out our course, and I assure you that we intend to stick toit. "

"And I assure you, " said I, rising to go, "that I shall make it mybusiness to interfere with your wicked machinations. "

Mr. Corbridge laughed. "You'll find, " he said, "that we have turned thisthing over pretty carefully, and we are ready for whatever the courtsmay do. If we are charged with making away with anybody, we can, if welike, make him appear, alive and well, before judge and jury. And thenwhat will there be to say against us? Besides, we are quite sure that nolaws can be found against bringing beings from the other world, orsending them back into it, provided it can be proved by the subject'sadmission, or in any other manner, that he really died once in a naturalway. You cannot be tried for causing a man's death a second time. "

I was not prepared to make any answer on this point, but I went awaywith a firm resolution to protect Amos Kilbright in the full enjoymentof his reassumed physical existence, if the power of law, or any otherpower, could do it. 

The next morning Mr. Corbridge called on me at my office. "I shall bevery sorry, " he said, "if any of my remarks of yesterday should causeunpleasant feelings between us. We are desirous of being on good termswith everybody, especially with members of the Society for PsychicalResearch. You ought to work with us. "

"We do not work with you, " I replied, "nor ever shall. Our object is tosearch earnestly and honestly into the subject of spiritualmanifestation, and not to make money out of unfortunate subjects ofexperiment. "

"You misunderstand us, " said he, "but I am not going to argue thequestion. I wish to be on good terms with you and to act fairly andplainly all around. We find that we cannot make use of thedematerialization process as soon as we expected, for the Germanscientist who controls it has declined to send us his formula, but hasconsented to come over and work it on this subject himself. Hisengagements will not allow him to visit this country immediately, buthe is very enthusiastic about it, and he is bound to come before long. Now, as you seem to be interested in this ex-Kilbright, we will make youan offer. We will give him into your charge until we want him. He is ofno use to us, as he can't tell us anything about spiritual matters, hispresent memory beginning just where it broke off when he sank in theocean in seventeen eighty-five, but he might be very useful to a man whowas inclined to study up old-time manners and customs. And so, if itsuits you, we will make him over to you, agreeing to give you threedays' notice before we take any measures to dematerialize him. We arenot afraid of your getting away with him, for our power over him will beall the same, no matter where he is. "

"I will have no man made over to me, " said I, "and Mr. Kilbright beinghis own master, can do with himself what he pleases; but, as I saidbefore, I shall protect him, and do everything in my power to thwartyour schemes against him. And you must remember he will have otherfriends besides me. He has relatives in this town. "

"None but old Mr. Scott, at least so far as I know, " said Corbridge, "and he need not expect any help from him, for that ancient personageis a most arrant disbeliever in spiritualism. "

And with this remark he took his leave. 

That very afternoon came to me Amos Kilbright, his face shining withpleasure. He greeted me warmly, and thanked me for having so kindlyoffered to give him employment by which he might live and feel underobligations to no man. 

I had promised nothing of the kind, and my mind was filled withabhorrence of such men as Corbridge, who would not only send a personinto the other world simply to gratify a scientific curiosity or forpurposes of profit, but would rehabilitate a departed spirit with allhis lost needs and appetites, and then foist him upon a comparativestranger for care and sustenance. Such conduct was not only mean, butcriminal in its nature, and if there was no law against it, one ought tobe made. 

Kilbright then proceeded to tell me how happy he had been when Corbridgeinformed him that his dematerialization had been indefinitely postponed, and that I had consented to take him into my service. "It is now plainto me, " he said, "that they have no power to do this thing and cannotobtain it from others. This discardment of me proves that they haveabandoned their hopes. "

It was evident that Corbridge had said nothing of the expected comingof the German scientist, and I would not be cruel enough to speak of itmyself. Besides, I intended to have said scientist arrested and putunder bonds as soon as he set foot on our shores. 

"I do not feel, " continued Kilbright, "that I am beginning a new life, but that I am taking up my old one at the point where I left it off. "

"You cannot do that, " I said. "Things have changed very much, and youwill have to adapt yourself to those changes. In many ways you mustbegin again. "

"I know that, " he said, "and with respect to much that I see about me, Iam but a child. But as I am truly a man, I shall begin to do a man'swork, and what I know not of the things that are about me, that will Ilearn as quickly as may be. It is my purpose, sir, to labor with you inany manner which you may deem fit, and in which I may be foundserviceable until I have gained sufficient money to travel to Bixbury, and there endeavor to establish myself in some worthy employment. I hadat that place a small estate, but of that I shall take no heed. Withoutdoubt it has gone, rightly, to my heirs, and even if I could deprivethem of it I would not. "

"Have you living heirs besides your grandson here?" I asked. 

"That I know not, " he said; "but if there be such I greatly long to seethem. "

"And how about old Mr. Scott?" said I. "When shall we go to him and tellhim who you are?"

"I greatly desire that that may be done soon, " answered Kilbright, "butfirst I wish to establish myself in some means of livelihood, so that hemay not think that I come to him for maintenance. "

Of course it was not possible for me to turn this man away and tell himI had nothing for him to do, and therefore I must devise employment forhim. I found that he wrote a fair hand, a little stiff and labored, butlegible and neat, and as I had a good deal of copying to do I decided toset him to work upon this. I procured board and lodging for him in ahouse near by, and a very happy being was Amos Kilbright. 

As for me I felt that I was doing my duty, and a good work. But theresponsibility was heavy, and my road was not at all clear before me. Myprincipal source of anxiety was in regard to my wife. Should I tell herthe truth about my new copyist, or not? In the course of a night Iresolved this question and determined to tell her everything. When theman was merely Mr. Corbridge's subject the case was different; but tohave daily in my office a clerk who had been drowned one hundred and twoyears before, and not tell Mrs. Colesworthy of it would be an injusticeto her. 

When I first made known to her the facts of the case my wife declaredthat she believed "Psychics" had turned my brain; but when I offered toshow her the very man who had been materialized, she consented to godown and look at him. I informed Kilbright that my wife knew his story, and we three had a long and very interesting conversation. After anhour's talk, during which my wife asked a great many questions which Ishould never have thought of, we went upstairs and left Kilbright to hiswork. 

"His story is a most wonderful one, " said Mrs. Colesworthy, "but I don'tbelieve he is a materialized spirit, because the thing is impossible. Still it will not do to make any mistakes, and we must try all we can tohelp him in case he was drowned when he says he was, and that Germancomes over to end his mortal career a second time. Science is getting tobe such a wicked thing that I am sure if he crosses the ocean on purposeto dematerialize Mr. Kilbright, he will try to do it in some way orother, whether the poor man was ever a spirit before or not. One thing, however, is certain, I want to be present when old Mr. Scott is toldthat that young man is his grandfather. "

Mr. Kilbright worked very assiduously, and soon proved himself ofconsiderable use to me. When he had lived in Bixbury he had been asurveyor and a farmer, and now when he finished his copying duties forthe day, or when I had no work of that kind ready for him, it delightedhim much to go into my garden and rake and hoe among the flowers andvegetables. I frequently walked with him about the town, showing andexplaining to him the great changes that had taken place since theformer times in which he had lived. But he was not impressed by thesethings as I expected him to be. 

"It seems to me, " he said, "as though I were in a foreign country, and Ilook upon what lies about me as if everything had always been as I seeit. This town is so different from anything I have ever known that Icannot imagine it has changed from a condition which was once familiarto me. At Bixbury, however, I think the case will be otherwise. If thereare changes there I shall notice them. In a little place like that, however, I have hopes that the changes will not be great. "

He was very conservative, and I could see that in many cases he thoughtthe old ways of doing things much better than the new ones. He was, however, a polite and sensible man, and knew better than to makecriticisms to one who had befriended him; but in some cases he could notconceal his disapprobation. He had seen a train of cars before I methim, and I was not able to induce him to approach again a railroadtrack. Whatever other feelings he may have had at first sight of a trainin motion were entirely swallowed up in his abhorrence of this mode oftravelling. 

"We must not be in a hurry, " said my wife when we talked of thesematters. "When he gets more accustomed to these things he will be moresurprised at them. "

There were some changes, however, which truly did astonish him, andthese were the alterations--in his opinion entirely uncalled for andunwarrantable--which had been made in the spelling of the words of ourlanguage since he had gone to school. No steam-engine, no application ofelectricity, none of the modern inventions which I showed him, causedhim the emotions of amazement which were occasioned by the informationthat in this country "honor" was now spelled without a u. 

During this time Mr. Kilbright's interest in his grandson seemed to beon the increase. He would frequently walk past the house of that oldgentleman merely for the purpose of looking at him as he sat by the openwindow reading his newspaper or quietly smoking his evening pipe on abench in his side yard. When he had been with me about ten days he said:"I now feel that I must go and make myself known to my grandson. I amearning my own subsistence; and, however he may look upon me, he neednot fear that I am come to be a burden upon him. You will not wonder, sir, that I long to meet with this son of the little baby girl I leftbehind me. "

I did not wonder, and my wife and I agreed to go with him that veryevening to old Mr. Scott's house. The old gentleman received us verycordially in his little parlor. 

"You are a stranger in this town, sir, " he said to Kilbright. "I did notexactly catch your name--Kilbright?" he said, when it had been repeatedto him, "that is one of my family names, but it is long since I haveheard of anyone bearing it. My mother was a Kilbright, but she had nobrothers, and no uncles of the name. My grandfather was the last of ourbranch of the Kilbrights. His name was Amos, and he was a Bixbury man. From what part of the country do you come, sir?"

"My name is Amos, and I was born in Bixbury. "

Old Mr. Scott sat up very straight in his chair. "Young man, that seemsto me impossible!" he exclaimed. "How could there be any Kilbrights inBixbury and I not know of it?" Then taking a pair of big silverspectacles from his pocket he put them on and attentively surveyed hisvisitor, whose countenance during this scrutiny was filled with emotion. 

Presently the old gentleman took off his spectacles and, rising from hischair, went into another room. Quickly returning, he brought with him asmall oil-painting in a narrow, old-fashioned frame. He stood it up on atable in a position where a good light from the lamp fell upon it. Itwas the portrait of a young man with a fresh, healthy face, dressed inan old-style high-collared coat, with a wide cravat coming up under hischin, and a bit of ruffle sticking out from his shirt-bosom. My wife andI gazed at it with awe. 

"That, " said old Mr. Scott, "is the picture of my grandfather, AmosKilbright, taken at twenty-five. He was drowned at sea some yearsafterward, but exactly how I do not know. My mother did not rememberhim at all. And I must say, " he continued, putting on his spectaclesagain, "that there is something of a family likeness between you, sir, and that picture. If it wasn't for the continental clothes in thepainting there would be a good deal of resemblance--yes, a very greatdeal. "

"It is my portrait, " said Mr. Kilbright, his voice trembling as hespoke. "It was painted by Tatlow Munson in the winter of seventeeneighty, in payment for my surveying a large tract of land north of thetown, he having no money to otherwise compensate me. He wrote his namein ink upon the back of the canvas. "

Old Mr. Scott took up the picture and turned it around. And there we allsaw plainly written upon the time-stained back, "Tatlow Munson, 1780. "

Old Mr. Scott laid the picture upon the table, took off his spectacles, and with wide-open eyes gazed first at Mr. Kilbright and then at us. 

The sight of the picture had finished the conversion of my wife. "Oh, Mr. Scott, " she cried, leaning so far forward in her chair that itseemed as if she were about to go down on her knees before the old man, "this gentleman is your grandfather! Yes, he is, indeed! Oh, don'tdiscard him, for it was you who were the cause of his being here. Don'tyou remember when you went to the spiritualist meeting, and asked to seethe spirit of your grandfather? That spirit came, but you didn't knowit. The people who materialized him were surprised when they saw thisyoung man, and they thought he couldn't be your grandfather, and so theydidn't say anything about it; and they left him right in the middle ofwhatever they use, and he kept on materializing without their thinkingof him until he became just what you see him now. And if he now woreold-fashioned clothes with a queue, he would be the exact image of thatportrait of him which you have, only a little bit older looking andfuller in the face. But the spiritualists made him cut off his longhair, because they said that wouldn't do in these days, and dressed himin those common clothes just like any other person. And oh, dear Mr. Scott, you must see for yourself that he is truly your grandfather!"

Old Mr. Scott made no answer, but still sat with wide-open eyes gazingfrom one to the other of us. As I looked at that aged, white-haired manand thought of his mother, who must have died ever so long ago, beingthe daughter of the young man who sat opposite to him, it was indeeddifficult to believe that these things could be so. 

"Mr. Scott, " exclaimed my wife, "will you not speak to him? Will younot give him your hand? Will you not acknowledge him as yourgrandfather, whose picture you have always had near you, and which, whena little boy, I expect your dear mother has often told you to look up toand try to be like? And if you have grown old, and he has not, onaccount of differences in circumstances, why should that make anydifference in your feelings, dear Mr. Scott? Oh, why don't you let himtake you to his heart? I don't see how you can help it, " she said, witha sob, "and you his little daughter's only child!"

Old Mr. Scott rose to his feet. He pulled down the sleeves of his coat, and gave an adjusting shake to its collar and lapels. Then he turned tomy wife and said: "Madam, let us two dance a Virginia reel while yourhusband and that other one take the poker and tongs and beat out themusic on the shovel. We might as well be durned fools one way asanother, and all go to the lunatic asylum together. "

Now arose Mr. Kilbright to his feet, and stood up very tall. "GrandsonLemuel, " he said, "I leave not your house in anger. I see well that tooheavy a task has been laid upon your declining years when you are askedto believe that which you have heard to-day. But I wish you to knowthat I am here to ask nothing of you save that you will give me yourhand. I earnestly crave that I may again touch one of my own flesh andblood. "

Old Mr. Scott picked up the portrait and looked at it. Then he laid itdown and looked at Mr. Kilbright. "Young man, " said he, "can you standthere and put your hand upon your heart, and say to me that you aretruly Amos Kilbright, my mother's father, who was drowned in the lastcentury, and who was brought back and turned into a live man by thosespiritualists; and that you are willing to come here and let yourself bevouched for by Mr. And Mrs. Colesworthy, who belong to some sort ofsociety of that kind and ought to know about such things?"

I was on the point of remarking that the Society for Psychical Researchhad nothing to do with spiritualism except to investigate it, but mywife saw my intention and checked me. 

Mr. Kilbright put his hand upon his heart and bowed. "What you haveheard is true, " he said. "On my honor, I swear it. "

"Then, grandfather, " said old Mr. Scott, "here is my hand. It doesn't doto doubt things in these days. I didn't believe in the telephone whenthey first told me of it, but when I had a talk with Squire Braddonthrough a wire, and heard his new boots creak as he came up to see whoit was wanted him, and he in his own house a good two miles away, I gavein. 'Fetch on your wonders, ' says I, 'I am ready. ' And I don't suppose Iought to be any more dumfounded at seeing my grandfather than at any ofthe other wonders. I'm getting too old now to try to find out the whysand the wherefores of the new things that turn up every day. I must justtake them as they come. And so if you, grandfather Kilbright, and ourgood friends, Mr. And Mrs. Colesworthy, will come into the back roomwe'll have a cup of tea, and a talk over old times. To be sure, therewill be some gaps which none of us will be able to get over, but we mustdo the best we can. "

After this Mr. Kilbright and his grandson saw a good deal of each other, and the old gentleman always treated his mother's father with therespectful deference which was due to such a relative. 

"There are times, " he once said to me, "when this grandfather businesslooks to me about as big and tough as anything that any human being wasever called on to swallow. But then I consider that you and Mrs. Colesworthy have looked into these matters, and I haven't, and thatknowin' nothin' I ought to say nothin'; and if it ever happens to lookparticularly tough, I just call to mind the telephone and SquireBraddon's creaking boots, and that settles it. "

Mr. Kilbright became more and more useful to me, particularly after hehad disciplined his mind to the new style of spelling. And when he hadbeen with me about a month I insisted that he should take a holiday andvisit Bixbury, for I knew that to do this was the great desire of hisheart. He could easily reach his native place by rail, but believingthat he would rather not go at all than travel on a train, I procured asaddle-horse for him, and when I had given him full directions as to theroads, he set out. 

In four days he returned. "How did you find Bixbury?" I asked of him. 

"There is no longer such a place, " he answered, sadly. "I found a townof that name, but it is not the Bixbury in which I was born. That hasutterly disappeared. "

And, after this, he never again alluded to his native place. 

The high character and many admirable qualities of this man dailyincreased the affectionate regard and esteem in which he was held by mywife and myself; and feeling that we could do nothing better for himthan to endeavor to make him forget the things of the past, and take alively and earnest interest in those of the present, we set ourselves towork upon this task. In a great degree our efforts were successful, andwe soon perceived that Mr. Kilbright cared more and more for what he sawabout him. It was, indeed, natural that he should do this, for he wasstill a young man, and able to adapt himself to changes in hissurroundings. 

As I have said, he gradually did so adapt himself, and in the course ofthe autumn this adaptation took a form which at first amused Mrs. Colesworthy and myself, and afterward enlisted our hearty sympathy. Hebecame attached to Miss Budworth, the librarian of our town library. Hefrequently went there for books, and as she was a very intelligent youngwoman, and very willing to aid him in his selections, it was not strangethat he should become interested in her. Very often he would remain atthe library until it closed in the evening, when he would walk to herhome with her, discoursing upon literary and historical subjects. 

My wife and I discussed this situation very thoroughly. Lilian Budworthwas a good girl, a sensible one, and a very good-looking one. Her familywas highly respectable and her years well proportioned to those of Mr. Kilbright. There seemed to be, therefore, no reason why this intimacyshould not be encouraged. But yet we talked over the matter night afternight. 

"You see, " said my wife, "it all seems plain and simple enough; but, onthe other hand, it isn't. In the first place, she does not know that hehas had a wife, or what old Mr. Scott is to him. He has promised us thathe will never say anything to anybody about having lived in the lastcentury without first consulting us; and old Mr. Scott has said over andover again that he doesn't intend to speak of it; and the spiritualistshave left town long ago; so, of course, she knows nothing about it. But, if things go on, she must be told, and what will happen then, I wouldlike to know!"

"I am very sorry, indeed, that I cannot tell you, " I answered. 

"It would be a queer case, anyway, " Mrs. Colesworthy continued. "Mr. Kilbright has had a wife, but he never was a widower. Now, having beenmarried, and never having been a widower, it would seem as if he oughtnot to marry again. But his first wife is dead now, there can be nodoubt about that. "

It was not long before there was no further need for suppositions inregard to this matter, for Mr. Kilbright came to us and announced thathe had determined to offer himself in marriage to Miss Budworth. 

"I think it is meet and proper, " he said, "that I should wed and takethat position at the head of a family which a right-minded andrespectable man of my age should fill. I reasoned thus when for thefirst time I took upon me this pleasing duty, and these reasons have nowthe self-same weight as then. I have been studying the surveying methodsof the present day, and I believe I could re-establish myself in myformer profession. Thus could I maintain a wife, if, happily, I gether. "

"Get her!" exclaimed Mrs. Colesworthy, "of course you will get her! Shecan't help accepting you. "

"I should feel the more hope, madam, " said Mr. Kilbright, "were it notrequisite that she be informed of all that has happened to me. And allthis must she know before I require her to make answer to me. "

"I must admit, " I said, "that I am afraid you are going to have a toughjob. "

"I don't believe it!" warmly exclaimed my wife. "Lilian Budworth is agirl of good, solid sense, and when she knows just exactly what hashappened, it is my opinion she will not object a bit. "

"Madam, " said Mr. Kilbright, "you greatly embolden me, and I shall speakto Miss Budworth this very day. "

Notwithstanding my wife's confidence in Miss Lilian's good sense, shewas as much surprised as I when, the next morning, Mr. Kilbrightinformed us that he had been accepted. As it was yet an hour before thelibrary would open, she hurried around to Miss Budworth's home to knowall about it. 

The young lady was found, pale, but very happy. "When he left me lastnight, " she said, "my mind was in a strange hubbub. He had told me thathe loved me, and had asked me to marry him, and my heart would not letme say anything but 'yes;' and yet, after he had gone, his wondrousstory came up before me as it had not come when he told it, having justtold something else. I did not sleep all night, thinking of it. I haveread and pondered a great deal upon these subjects, but have never beenable to make up my mind whether or not to put faith in the strangespiritual manifestations of which we are told. So I determined, a goodwhile ago, not to consider the matter at all. I could do nothing withit, and it would be better that I should let it alone. To this samedetermination I came early this morning in the case of Mr. Kilbright. None of us know what we may once have been, nor what we may become. Allwe know is what we are. Mr. Kilbright may be mistaken as to what he was, but I know what he is. And to that man I give myself as I am. I amperfectly satisfied with the present. "

Mrs. Colesworthy enfolded her in an approbatory embrace, and hurriedhome to tell me about it. "There now!" she exclaimed, "didn't I say thatLilian Budworth was a girl of good, sound common-sense?"

"That is what you said, " I answered, "but I must admit that I was afraidher common-sense would interfere with her acceptance of his story. Wehad outside evidence in regard to it, but she had only his simplestatement. "

"Which is quite enough, when a woman truly loves, " said Mrs. Colesworthy. 

When old Mr. Scott was informed what had happened, he put down hisnewspaper, took off his spectacles, and smiled a strange, wide smile. "Ihave been reading, " he said, "about a little machine, or box, that youcan talk into and then cork up and send by mail across the ocean toanybody you know there. And then he can uncork it, and out will comeall you have said in your very words and voice, with the sniffles andsneezes that might have got in accidental. So that if one of the OldTestament Egyptians that they've been diggin' up lately had had one ofthese boxes with him it might have been uncorked and people could haveheard in his own voice just who he was and what was his personal opinionof Moses and his brother Aaron. Now, when an old man like me has justcome to know of a thing of this kind, it isn't for him to have a word tosay when he is told that Lilian Budworth is to be his step-grandmother;he must take it in along with the other wonders. "

As to Mr. Kilbright and his lady-love they troubled themselves about nowonders. Life was very real to them, and very delightful; and they werehappy. Despite her resolutions to give no consideration whatever to herlover's previous existence, Miss Budworth did consider it a good deal, and talked and thought about it, and at last came to understand andappreciate the fact as thoroughly as did Mrs. Colesworthy and myself;and she learned much more of Mr. Kilbright's former life than hismodesty had allowed him to tell us. And some of these things she relatedwith much pride. He had been a soldier during the Revolution, havingenlisted, at the age of twenty-three, under General Sullivan, when hisforces lay near Newport. He afterward followed that commander in hisIndian campaigns in Western New York, and served during the rest of thewar. It was when the army was in winter quarters in 1780 that TatlowMunson painted his portrait in payment of an old debt. Miss Budworth'sglowing rendition of Mr. Kilbright's allusions to some of therevolutionary incidents in which he had had a part, made us proud toshake hands with a man who had fought for our liberties and helped togive us the independence which we now enjoy. 

Mr. Kilbright's business prospects soon began to look promising. As wasquite natural, his ideas upon some subjects were a little antiquated. But, although many of the changes and improvements he saw about him metwith no favor in his eyes, he had sense enough to take advantage ofcertain modern progressive ideas, especially such as related to hisprofession of surveying. My introduction of him as a friend from Bixburyhelped him much in respect to patronage, and having devoted all hisspare time during the autumn and winter to study and the formation ofbusiness connections, he secured enough profitable employment for thecoming season to justify him in taking to himself a wife; and hismarriage with Miss Budworth was appointed for the middle of April. 

It was about the end of March when I received a letter from Mr. Corbridge, the spiritualist manager, in which he informed me that Dr. Hildstein, the German scientist, of whom he had previously spoken to me, had set sail for America and would probably arrive in about ten days. "As soon as possible after his arrival, " wrote Mr. Corbridge, "we shallresume possession of the subject of whom you have been kind enough totake charge during the time when we had no need of him. He will then bedematerialized in order that we may cause him to manifest himself in ourséances whenever it may be desirable; but never, I may say, in thecomplete and perfect physical condition to which he was unintentionallymaterialized the first time. I promised you that I would give you atleast three days' notice of our intention to resume work on thissubject, and I have now been much better than my word. I have writtenvery plainly of our intentions, because we wish you to understandexactly what we are going to do; and should we succeed in our proposedexperiment, which we certainly expect to do, we shall, probably, makepublic our whole action in the affair, for this course would mostgreatly benefit both ourselves and our cause. It will not be necessaryfor you to inform the subject of our intention, for our power over himwill be as great at one time and at one place as at another; and as hisco-operation is not in any way needful, you will see for yourself thatit will be pleasanter for him not to concern himself with what we areabout to do. "

When I had read this letter, I sat for half an hour with it open in myhands. It came upon me like a shower of iced water. I had supposed thatthe spiritualists had utterly abandoned their endeavors to dematerializeMr. Kilbright. Therefore, the news of the revival of these criminalintentions greatly shocked me. To be sure, the coming scientist mighthave no such power as he pretended to possess, but this supposition didnot comfort me. If the man had not already had success in that sort ofthing it is not likely that he would come over here to attempt it now. 

When I had sufficiently quieted my mental agitation I wrote instantly toMr. Corbridge, and in my letter I assumed a very confident tone. I toldhim that Mr. Kilbright's circumstances had so changed that the intendedaction of the spiritualists in regard to him was now renderedimpossible. He had become an active member of society, had gone intobusiness, and would be married in April. The mere statement of thesefacts would, I felt quite certain--so I wrote--cause the spiritualiststo instantly relinquish all idea of carrying out their previousintention in regard to this most estimable man. If, however, any inhumancraving for scientific investigation should cause them to persist intheir cruel and criminal designs, the utmost power of the law should beinvoked against them. "To take away human life, " I wrote, "in a caselike this is murder, no matter how it is done, and should you take awayMr. Kilbright's life, or even attempt it, you shall be indicted andpunished for this cold-blooded and premeditated crime. "

Before I had read this letter, I found it absolutely necessary for mypeace of mind that I should make my wife acquainted with the threateneddanger, and confer with her as to what it would be well to do. Ofcourse, Mrs. Colesworthy was greatly shocked when I read her Corbridge'sletter, but she recovered courage sooner than I had done. 

"It's all stuff and nonsense, " she said. "The man is just as much aliveas you and I are, and I don't believe any human power can turn him intoa spirit. They might kill him, but then he would be a dead man and not aspiritual mist or vapor. I don't believe they even intend to try to doanything of the kind. They merely wish you to hand him over to them sothey can make him work for them for little or no pay. They think, andwith good reason, too, that by this time you have taught him how to getalong at the present day, and that he may now be of some use to them. "

I showed her the letter I had written, and she highly approved of it. "If I were you, " she said, "I would send that letter, and then I wouldnot do another thing. Take my word for it, you will never hear fromthose people again. "

We resolved, of course, that we would say nothing to Mr. Kilbright orLilian about this matter, for it was unwise to needlessly trouble theirminds; but we could not help talking about it a great deal ourselves. Inspite of the reassuring arguments which we continually thought of, orspoke of to each other, we were troubled, anxious, and apprehensive. 

"If we could only get them safely married, " said Mrs. Colesworthy, "Ishould feel at ease. Certainly those people would not do anything to himthen. "

"I don't believe they can do anything to him at all, " I answered. "Buthow a marriage is going to protect him I cannot imagine. "

"Of course, you can't explain such things, " said my wife, "but I dowish they were married and settled. "

Not long after this she came to me with a supposition. "Supposing, " shesaid, "that those people find it impossible to dematerialize him, theymight do something which would be a great deal worse. "

"What could that possibly be?" I asked. 

"They might materialize his first wife, " said she, "and could anythingbe more dreadful than that? I suppose that woman lived to a good oldage, and to bring her forward now would be a height of cruelty of whichI believe those people to be fully capable. "

"My dear, " I exclaimed, "don't bring up any harrowing possibilitieswhich no one but yourself is likely to think of. "

"I wish I could be sure of that, " she said. "I have heard, but I don'tknow how true it is, that spirits cannot be called up and materializedunless somebody wants them, and I don't suppose there is anybody whowants the first Mrs. Kilbright. But these men might so work on Mr. Kilbright's mind as to make him think that he ought to want her. "

I groaned. "Dear me!" I said. "I suppose if they did that they wouldalso bring up old Mr. Scott's mother, and then we should have a unitedfamily. "

"And a very funny one it would be, " said my wife, smiling, notwithstanding her fears, "for now I remember that old Mr. Scott toldme that his grandmother died before she was sixty, but that his motherlived to be seventy-five. Now, he is eighty, if he is a day, so therewould be a regular gradation of ages in the family, only it would runbackward instead of in the usual way. But, thinking it over, I don'tbelieve the spiritualists will permanently bring up any more of thatfamily. If they did, they would have to support them, for they could notask old Mr. Scott to do it, who hasn't money enough to satisfy hisdescendants, and ought not to be expected to support his ancestors. "

My letter must have had a good deal of effect upon Mr. Corbridge, for inless than a week after it was written he came into my office. Heinformed me that he and his associates were about to give a series ofséances in our town, but that he had come on before the others in orderto talk to me. "I am extremely sorry, " he said, "to hear of thisproposed marriage. We want to do what is right and fair, and we have nodesire that any act of ours shall create a widow. "

"Then, " I exclaimed, "you relinquish your design against Mr. Kilbright?"

"Not at all, " said he. "We shall carry out our plan before our subjectmarries. If you choose to hurry up matters and have the wedding takeplace before we are ready to proceed with our dematerializing process, we shall be very sorry, but the blame must rest on you. You should havehad consideration enough for all parties to prevent any suchcomplication as an engagement to marry. As to what you said in yourletter in regard to invoking the law against us, I attach no weightwhatever to that threat. "

"You will find you have made a great mistake, " said I, angrily, "when Ihave brought the law to bear upon you, which now I shall not delay todo. "

"You will merely bring ridicule upon yourself, " he said, "if you assertthat the man you wish to protect is Amos Kilbright. We can prove byrecords, still to be seen in Bixbury, that said person died in seventeeneighty-five. On the other hand, if you choose to assert that he is, orwas, anybody else, how are you going to prove it? All that you can sayis that the person you refer to came from, you knew not where, and hasgone, you know not where. If you declare that at one time he was amaterialized spirit, you know very well how such a statement as thatwould be received in a court of law. It will be much wiser to let it besupposed that the person who has lately been seen about this town hasrun off to Canada, than to make any sort of legal inquiry into thematter. If said person were really a man we could have nothing to dowith his disappearance, while if he were a materialized spirit the lawwould have nothing to do with him. "

I arose and paced the floor. There was entirely too much force in thisman's arguments, but, although I could not immediately answer him, hiscool determination to persevere in his iniquitous designs so angered methat I declared that he should be punished if I had to do it myself. 

"Then you admit, " he said, with a smile, "that the law cannot do it. Thesituation, " he continued, "is very plain to us. Although the law cantake no cognizance of our action, the case will be very different withall believers in spiritualism, and those who are interested in us. Thenews that we have done this thing will spread through the spiritualisticcircles of the world. "

"Has your German arrived?" I asked, abruptly. 

"Not yet, " answered Corbridge, "but we expect him in a few days. Hewill come directly to this town, because we wish to give him anopportunity of observing the subject in his present form beforebeginning the dematerializing process. "

"What refinement of cruelty!" I exclaimed. 

"Oh, of course, the doctor will not make himself known, " said Corbridge. "He will merely wish to take a good look at the subject, and see forhimself how perfect his materialization has been. Then he will know justwhat work is before him. "

And, so saying, Mr. Corbridge went away, leaving me too angry to speak, if, indeed, I could have thought of anything which it would have beenworth my while to say. 

When Mrs. Colesworthy heard what Corbridge had said, she turned white. "They must be married instantly!" she exclaimed. "I knew that was theonly way. "

It was all very well to talk of an immediate marriage, but it was not soeasy to bring it about. It was yet a week before the day fixed for thewedding, and the happy lovers were busy with their preparations, neverdreaming of the danger which hung over them. What reason could we givefor hastening the marriage rites? At one time we thought it might bewise to explain to them fully the state of the case, but from thiscourse we were deterred for fear of the terrible effect that the newsmight have on Lilian. Should she hear of the design of Dr. Hildstein, she would never again have a moment's peace, married or unmarried. OnceI advised that the two be dissuaded from marrying, at least for a year. In that time we could see if these people really had any power over Mr. Kilbright. 

"That will not do at all, " said Mrs. Colesworthy. "It will be very longto postpone their happiness; and besides, if that German gets hold ofMr. Kilbright while he is still unmarried, he will snap him up, orrather, blow him out in no time. "

"I thought we had persuaded ourselves, " I said, sadly, "that no onecould have any real power of dematerialization. "

"So we had, " said she, "but that sort of persuasion does not alwayslast. "

The result was that we did nothing but hope for the best. But we couldnot blame ourselves, for, really, there was nothing else to do. I hadgiven up all idea of endeavoring to put Mr. Corbridge and his associatesunder legal restriction, because if they had power to do the evil wefeared, they could do it in one place as well as another, and no courtcould determine when, how, or by whom Mr. Kilbright had beendematerialized. 

The day before the wedding-day the German doctor arrived in our town;and, having heard this, I went immediately to the hotel where Mr. Corbridge and his party were staying. The spiritualistic manager was notglad to see me, and frankly said so. 

"I had hoped, " he remarked, "that you had concluded to keep out of thisthing. It is no concern of yours; you can be of no possible good toanybody; and the wisest thing you can do will be to drop it. "

I assured him that I had no intention of dropping it, and that I shoulddo everything in my power to protect Mr. Kilbright. 

"Then, again, " continued Corbridge, "there is really no need of givingyourself all this worry. Dr. Hildstein may succeed, and he may not. Wehave failed, and so may he. He has seen the subject, and has come to avery philosophical and sensible conclusion in regard to him. He will notbelieve, merely on our assertion, that the man is a materialized spirit. He will proceed with his experiments, and if they fail he will considerthat the man is a man, and was never anything else. If they succeed, then he will be quite satisfied that he had a perfect right todematerialize what we had materialized. "

"Then you really believe, " I said, "that there is a chance that he mayfail?"

"Of course there is, " said Corbridge. "I do not know his methods, andthere may be nothing in them. "

I had no doubt that this change of tone in Corbridge was intended toproduce in me a feeling of security, that they might thus rid themselvesof me. But, though I saw through his purpose, the man's words encouragedme. Of course there must be a good deal of doubt about the German'spowers; and, after all, there might be no cause whatever for ouranxieties. 

"Now, sir, " said Corbridge, as I left, "if I were you I would troublemyself no more about this matter. If Dr. Hildstein fails, you will stillhave your man to do your copying, or your surveying, or anything youlike. If he succeeds, we are all in the same condition we were a yearago. 'That subject did not exist at that time; he does not exist at thistime;' that will be all we shall have to say about it. "

"You forget, " I said, severely, "the wife he may leave behind him. "

"I have nothing to say about that, " said Corbridge, rather sharply. "Itis a reprehensible business, and I have nothing to do with it. "

I went away without seeing the German doctor, but as I heard he spoke noEnglish, and as I did not know German, an interview with him would havebeen of no avail. 

Neither Mrs. Colesworthy nor myself slept that night; we were so filledwith anxious fears. But when the day broke, bright and clear, and I hadhurried round to Mr. Kilbright's lodgings, and had found him as full oflife and vigor as I had ever seen him, we were greatly comforted, andate our breakfasts with fair appetites. 

"If it had been a dark and lowering day, " said my wife, "I don't believeI could have swallowed a mouthful. "

The marriage was to take place at noon, and the happy pair were to startby the first afternoon train for the sea-shore, where they were to spenda week. Mr. Kilbright hated locomotives and railroads almost as much asever, but he had told me some time before that he intended to conquerthis prejudice, if such a thing were possible. 

"Being one of you, I must do as you do, " he had said. 

The wedding was to be a very simple one. Miss Budworth was to go fromher mother's house to the church, where Mr. Kilbright was to meet her. We insisted that he should dress at our house, where he would findbetter accommodations than at his lodgings; and we assigned him our bestguest-room, where he repaired in very good season, to array himself inhis wedding suit. 

It was not quite eleven o'clock when I went upstairs to see if I couldbe of any use to Mr. Kilbright in regard to the conclusion of histoilette. I knocked at the door, but received no answer. Waiting a fewmoments, I opened it and entered. On the floor, in front of a talldressing-glass, was a suit of clothes. Not only did I see the blackbroadcloth suit--not laid out at length, but all in a compact heap--butI saw the shoes and stockings, the collar and cravat; everything. Nearby lay a whisk broom. 

The truth was plain. While giving the last touches to his weddingattire, all that was Amos Kilbright had utterly disappeared!

I stood where I had stopped, just inside the door, trembling, scarcelybreathing, so stunned by the terrible sight of those clothes that Icould not move, nor scarcely think. If I had seen his dead body there Ishould have been shocked, but to see nothing! It was awful to such anextent that my mind could not deal with it!

Presently I heard a step, and slightly turning, saw my wife close by me. She had passed the open door, and seeing me standing as if stricken intoa statue, had entered. 

It did not need that I should speak to her. Pale as a sheet she stoodbeside me, her hand tightly grasping my arm, and with her lips pallidwith horror, she formed the words: "They have done it!"

In a few moments she pulled me gently back, and said, in quick, lowtones, as if we had been in presence of the dead: "In less than an hourshe will be at the church. We must not stay here. "

With this she turned and stepped quickly from the room. I followed, closing the door behind me. 

Swiftly moving, and without a word, my wife put on her hat and left thehouse. Mechanically I followed. I could speak no word of comfort to thatpoor girl, at this moment the happiest of expectant brides. I knew thatI had not the power to even attempt to explain to her the nature of thedreadful calamity that had fallen upon her. But I could not let my wifego alone. She, indeed, must speak to Lilian, but there were othermembers of the family; I might do something. 

To my great surprise, Mrs. Colesworthy did not turn into the streetwhich led to the Budworths' house, but went straight on. I thought atfirst she was going to the church to countermand the weddingpreparations. But before I could put a question to her she had gonearound a corner, and was hurrying up the steps of the principal hotel inour town. 

"Is Dr. Hildstein in?" she asked of the first person she met. 

The man, gazing astonished at her pallid face, replied that he was, andimmediately conducted us to a little parlor on the first floor, the doorof which stood partly open. Without knocking, Mrs. Colesworthy hastilyentered, I closely following. A middle-aged man suddenly arose from asmall table at which he was sitting, and turning quickly toward us, madean abrupt exclamation in German. 

As I have said, I do not understand German, but Mrs. Colesworthy knowsthe language well, and, stepping up to the man, she said (she afterwardtold me the meaning of the words that passed between them): "Are you Dr. Hildstein?"

"I am, " he said, his face agitated by emotion, and his eyes sparkling, "but I can see no one, speak to no one! I go out this moment to observethe result of an important experiment!"

My wife motioned to me to close the door. "You need not go, " she said, "I can tell you that your experiment has succeeded. You havedematerialized Mr. Kilbright. In one hour he was to be married to anoble, loving woman; and now all that remains where he stood is a pileof clothes!"

"Do you tell me that?" exclaimed the doctor, wildly seizing his hat. 

"Stop!" cried Mrs. Colesworthy, her face glowing with excitement, hereyes flashing, and her right arm extended. "Stir not one step! Do youknow what you have done?"

"I have done what I had a right to do!" exclaimed the doctor, almost ina shout. "If he is gone he was nothing but a spirit. Tell me where--"

"I will tell you this!" exclaimed my wife. "He was a great deal morethan a spirit. He was a man engaged to be married at twelve o'clock thisday. You may think there is no law that will sweep down on you, but Itell you there is; and before the clock strikes twelve you shall knowit. Do you imagine you have come upon a people who will endure thepresence of an ogre? a wretch, who reduces to nothing a fellow humanbeing, and calls it an experiment? When we tell what you have done--myhusband cannot speak German, but he is a leader in this town, and hesupports me in all I say--when we have told what you have done therewill be no need of courts, or judges, or lawyers for you. Like a wildbeast you will be hunted down; you will be trampled under foot; you willbe torn to pieces! Fire, the sword, the hangman's noose, clubs, andcrowbars will not be enough to satisfy the vengeance of an outragedpeople upon a cold-blooded wretch who came to this country solely forthe purpose of perpetrating a crime more awful than anything that wasever known before! Did you ever hear of lynching? I see by your face youknow what that means. You are in the midst of a people who, in ten shortminutes, will be shrieking for your blood!"

The man's face changed, and he looked anxiously at me. I did not knowwhat my wife had been saying, but I had seen by her manner that she hadbeen threatening him, and I shook my uplifted fist. 

"Now heed what I say, " cried Mrs. Colesworthy, "if you do not wish toperish at the hands of an infuriated mob; to die a thousand deathsbefore your vile spirit leaves this world, knowing that, besides thetorments you feel, and those which are to come, you will be in the powerof men who will bring you back in a half-finished form to make sport attheir meetings whenever they feel like it--"

Drops of perspiration stood on the doctor's face. "Stop that!" hecried, throwing up his arm. "I cannot stand that! I did not know thesubject had such friends!"

"Nothing shall be stopped!" exclaimed my wife, "and everything shallhappen unless you immediately sit down at that table, or wherever you dothose things, and rematerialize Mr. Kilbright, just as you found him, and into the very clothes that were left lying upon the floor!"

The doctor stepped forward--his face was now pale--and addressed himselfvery deferentially to my wife, totally ignoring me. "If you willretire, " he said, "I will try; I swear to you that I will try. "

"There is not a minute to be lost, " said Mrs. Colesworthy, "not onesecond. And, if as much as a finger-nail is missing, remember what Ihave told you!"

And with this we quickly left the room. 

As we went down the steps of the hotel Mrs. Colesworthy looked at herwatch. "It is twenty-five minutes to twelve, " she said. "We must gethome as fast as we can. "

We hurried along, sometimes almost running. When we reached our house, Mrs. Colesworthy motioned to me to go upstairs. She had no breath leftwith which to speak. I ran up, and stood for a moment at the closed doorof our guest-room. With my hand on the knob, I was unable to open it. Iheard a step on the stairs behind me, and I opened the door. 

There stood Mr. Kilbright in his wedding clothes, with the whisk-broomin his hand. 

He turned at the sound of my entrance. 

"Do you know, " cried the cheery voice of my wife, from just outside thedoor, "that we have barely fifteen minutes in which to get to thechurch?"

"Can that be?" cried Mr. Kilbright. "The time has flown without myknowing it. We must truly make haste!"

"Indeed we must, " said Mrs. Colesworthy, and as she stepped back fromthe door, she whispered in my ear: "Not a look, not a tremble to let himknow!"

In less than thirty seconds we were on our way to the church, in thecarriage which had been ordered for the purpose. 

On the church porch we found old Mr. Scott. He was dressed in his bestclothes, and greeted us cordially. "In good time, " he said. "I am gladto see that. It promises well. " And then, looking around to see that noone was within hearing, he came nearer to us. "If I were you, " hecontinued, "I wouldn't say nothin' to folks in general aboutrelationships, for there are people, and very good people, too, whoseminds haven't got on far enough to make 'em able to understandtelephones and the other new kinds of wonders. "

We acknowledged the force of his remarks, and all went into the church. 

Three days after the departure of Mr. And Mrs. Kilbright on theirwedding tour, my wife received a letter from Dr. Hildstein, written byhimself from New York, but addressed in the handwriting of Mr. Corbridge. 

"I return, " he wrote, "to Germany, perfectly happy in having succeededin my experiments; but nevermore, esteemed lady, will I dematerialize asubject who has remained long enough in this world to make friends, andI am the only man who can do this thing. "

This letter greatly satisfied us. "It shows that he has some heart, after all, " said Mrs. Colesworthy, "but as to that man Corbridge, Ibelieve he would have kept poor Mr. Kilbright dancing backward andforward between this world and the other as long as a dollar could bemade out of him. But there is only one way in which he can do us anyharm now, and that is by materializing the first Mrs. Kilbright; but, knowing us, as he now does, I don't believe he will ever try that. "

"No, " said I, "I don't believe he ever will. "

Should you ever meet with Mr. Amos Kilbright, you need not hesitate toentrust him with any surveying you may have on hand. Mr. Corbridgecannot dematerialize him, the German scientist will not, and there is noone else in the world who would even think of such a thing. Therefore, you need feel no fear that he may suddenly vanish from your sight, leaving nothing behind him but his clothes and the contents of hispockets; unless, indeed, he should again be so foolish as to go to swimin the ocean at a point where there is a strong ebb tide. 

THE REVERSIBLE LANDSCAPE. 

To look at me no one would suppose it; but it is, nevertheless, a factthat I am a member of a fire company. I am somewhat middle-aged, somewhat stout, and, at certain times of the year, somewhat stiff in thejoints; and my general dress and demeanor, that of a sober business man, would not at all suggest the active and impetuous fireman of the period. I do not belong to any paid department, but to a volunteer Hook andLadder Company, composed of the active-bodied or active-minded malecitizens of the country town where I live. I am included in theactive-minded portion of the company; and in an organization like ours, which is not only intended to assist in putting out the fires of burningbuildings, but to light the torch of the mind, this sort of member isvery valuable. In the building which we occupy, our truck, with itshooks and ladders, stands upon the lower floor, while the large roomabove is used as a club and reading-room. At the beginning of the firstwinter of our occupancy of the building, we found that this room, whichhad been very pleasant in summer, was extremely uncomfortable in winter. The long apartment had been originally intended for purposes of storage;and although we had ornamented it and fitted it up very neatly, a gooddeal of carpentry and some mason's work was necessary before it could bemade tight and draught-proof for cold weather. But lately we had spentmoney very freely, and our treasury was absolutely empty. I was chairmanof the committee which had charge of everything pertaining to our rooms, and I felt the responsibilities of my position. The necessary workshould be begun immediately, but how could the money be raised to payfor it? Subscriptions for this and that had been made until the memberswere tired of that sort of thing; and the ill success of the last oneshowed that it would not do to try it again. 

I revolved in my mind a great many plans for raising the sum required, and one morning, as I was going to my place of business in the city, Iwas seized with a happy idea. At the moment of seizure I was standing infront of a large show-window, in which were a number of oil paintings, all of them very fresh and bright. "How would it do, " thought I tomyself, "to buy a picture at a moderate price and put it up at araffle? People who are not willing to give money outright will oftenenter into a scheme of this kind. I will go in and make inquiries. "

When I entered I found myself in a large showroom, the walls of whichwere covered with paintings. A person advanced to meet me who, as itsoon became evident, was the proprietor of the place. He was a largeman, dressed in black, with an open shirt-front and an expansivecountenance. His eyes and hair were black, and his ears stood out fromhis head in a manner which, according to a recent writer, indicates themoney-getting faculty; and he plainly belonged to that class of personswho in the Middle Ages did not, as is the present custom, pay money forhaving their teeth extracted, but often disbursed large sums for theprivilege of retaining them. When I asked him if I could procure a goodand effective picture at a moderate price, he threw out his chest andwaved his arms toward his walls. "There, sir, " he said, "you can see oilpaintings of every subject, of every style, and of every class; and atprices, sir, lower than they can be found elsewhere in the known world. Mention the kind of picture you want, and I can accommodate you. "

I replied that I did not know exactly what I wanted, and that I wouldsee what he had. I now began to look at the pictures on the walls, occasionally mentioning my ideas in regard to their merits, whensuddenly my companion turned to me and said:

"Are you connected with the press, sir?"

I replied that I was not, although I occasionally wrote for periodicals. 

"Upon art subjects?" he asked. 

I answered in the negative. 

"Then you are unprejudiced, " he said, "and I believe from yourappearance that you are a man of influence, and there is nothing I wouldlike better than to exhibit the workings of my art organization to a manof influence, unprejudiced on the subject. My object is, sir, topopularize art; to place high art within the reach of the masses, andthus to educate the artistic faculties of even the poorest citizens. "

I said that I supposed the chromo movement was intended to do all that. 

"No, sir, " he replied, warmly; "chromos cannot accomplish the object. They are too expensive; and, besides, they are not the real thing. Theyare printed, not painted; and what the public wants is the real thing, the work of the brush; and that is what I give them. The pictures yousee here, and an immense stock besides, are all copies of valuablepaintings, many of them in the finest galleries of Europe. I sell nooriginals. I guarantee everything to be a copy. Honesty is at the bottomof all I do. But my copies are exactly like the originals; that is all Iclaim. I would like, sir, to show you through my establishment, and letyou see how I am carrying on the great work of art education. There arepicture-dealers in this city, sir, plenty of them, who try to make thepublic believe that the vile daubs they sell are originals, and theworks of well-known painters; and when they do admit that the picture isa copy, they say it is the work of some distinguished student; thatthere is no other copy in the country; or they make some othermisstatement about it. These people conceal their processes, but theirtricks are beginning to be well known to the public. Now, sir, I concealnothing. The day for that sort of thing is past. I want men of influenceto know the facilities I have for the production of art-work upon agrand scale. We will first go into the basement. Sir, " said he, as Ifollowed him down-stairs, "you know how the watch-making business hasbeen revolutionized by the great companies which manufacture watches bymachinery. The slow, uncertain, and expensive work of the poor toilerswho made watches by hand has been superseded by the swift, unerring, andbeautiful operations of machinery and steam. Now, sir, the great purposeof my life is to introduce machinery into art, and, ultimately, steam. And yet I will have no shams, no chromos. Everything shall be real--thework of the brush. Here, sir, " he continued, showing me into a long roomfilled with workmen, "you see the men engaged in putting together theframes on which to stretch my canvases. Every stick is cut, planed, andjointed at a mill in Vermont, and sent on here by the car-load. Beyondare the workmen cutting up, stretching, and preparing the canvas, balesupon bales of which are used in a day. At the far end are the mills forgrinding and mixing colors. And now we will go to the upper floors, andsee the true art-work. Here, sir, " he said, continuing to talk as wewalked through the rooms on the various floors, "is the landscape andmarine department. That row of men are putting in skies; they do nothingelse. Each has his copy before him, and, day after day, month aftermonth, paints nothing but that sky; and of course he does it with greatrapidity and fidelity. Above, on those shelves, are sky-pots of everyvariety; blue-serene pots, tempest pots, sunset pots in compartments, morning-gray pots, and many others. Then the work passes to themiddle-ground painters, who have their half-tone pots within easy reach. After that the foreground men take it up, and the figurists put in themen and animals. That man there has been painting that foreground cowever since the first of August. He can now put her in three and a halftimes in fifteen minutes, and will probably rise to sixteen cows an hourby the end of this month. These girls do nothing but put white-caps towaves. There's a great demand at present for the windy marine. This nextroom is devoted to portraits to order. You see that row of old ladieswithout heads, each holding a pair of spectacles, and with one finger inthe Bible to keep the place; that's very popular, and we put in a headwhen the photograph is sent. There is a great rage at present forportraits of babies without any clothes on. Here is a lot of undrapedinfants with bodies all finished, but with no heads. We can finish themto order at very short notice. I have one girl who puts in all thedimples. You would be surprised to see what a charming dimple she canmake with one twist of her brush. Long practice at one thing, sir, isthe foundation of the success of this great establishment. Take thatgirl away from her dimple-pot, and she is nothing. She is now upstairs, putting dimples into a large Correggio order from the West. This nextroom is our figure department, battle-pieces, groups, single figures, everything. As you have seen before, each man only copies from theoriginal that part which is his specialty. In addition to its otheradvantages, this system is a great protection to us. None of my men canwork at home at nights and Sundays, and forge pictures. Not one of themcan do a whole one. And now, sir, you have seen the greater part of myestablishment. The varnishing, packing, and storage rooms are in anotherbuilding. I am now perfecting plans for the erection of an immenseedifice with steam-engines in the cellar, in which my paintings shall bedone by machinery. No chromos, mind you, but real oil-paintings, done bybrushes revolving on cylinders. I shall have rolls of canvas a milelong, like the paper on which our great dailies are printed, and themachines shall do everything; cut off the picture, when it has passedamong the cylinders, whereupon fresh canvas will be rolled in for a newone; another machine will stretch them; and they will pass through avarnish bath in the twinkling of an eye. But this is in the future. WhatI want of you, sir, and of other men of influence in society, is to letour people know of the great good that is ready for them now, and ofthe greater benefit that is coming. And, more than that, you can doincalculable good to our artists. Those poor toilers on the solitarycanvas should know how to become prosperous, great, and happy; tell themto go into some other business. And now, sir, I must see what I can dofor you. We will return to my gallery, and I will show you exactly whatyou want. "

When we reached the back part of the showroom, down-stairs, he broughtout an unframed picture about three feet long and two high, and placedit in a favorable light. "There, " said he, "is a picture which will suityou. It is what we call a reversible landscape, and is copied from theonly genuine picture of the kind in the world. It is just as good as twopictures. In this position, you see, a line of land stretches across themiddle of the picture, with trees, houses, and figures, with a light skyabove and a lake, darker in hue, below. Everything on the land isreflected accurately in the water. It is a landscape in morning light. Turn it upside down, so, and it is an evening scene; darkening skyabove, light water beneath; the morning star, which you saw faintlyglimmering in the other picture, is now the reflection of the eveningstar. "

I do not pretend to be a judge of pictures, but I fancy I appreciate anoriginal idea when I see it, and I thought that this picture mightanswer my purpose. 

"What is the price of the painting?" I asked. 

"Well, sir, " said he, "to you, as a man of influence, I will fix theprice of this great painting, from a comparatively unknown work ofGaspar Poussin, at four dollars and a half. "

In spite of what I had seen of the facilities possessed by thisestablishment for producing cheap work, I must confess that I wassurprised at the smallness of the sum asked for an oil-painting of thatsize; I had expected to give forty or fifty dollars. But, although I amnot a judge of paintings, I am a business man, and accustomed to makebargains. Therefore I said:

"I will give you two dollars and fifty cents for the picture. "

"Done, " said he. "Where shall I send it?"

I gave him my city address, and paid the money. As he accompanied me tothe door, he said: "If you would like more of these pictures, I willsell you one dozen for eighteen dollars, or the whole lot of onehundred, just finished--and there will be no more of them painted--forone hundred dollars. " I told him one was all I wanted, and departed. Icarried the picture home that afternoon, and in the evening exhibited itat our club-room, and made known my scheme for raising the money weneeded by getting up a raffle with this painting as the prize; onehundred tickets at the low price of two dollars each. The reversiblelandscape was set up, first one way and then the other, a great manytimes, and created quite a sensation. 

"I don't think it's worth the half of two hundred dollars, " said Mr. Buckby, our president, "but as the money is for the use of ourAssociation, I don't mind that. But my objection to the scheme is that, if I should gain the prize, I should be laughed at by all myfellow-members: for, to tell the truth, I think that painting is a gooddeal more funny than otherwise. It's not what I call high art. "

The other members generally agreed with him. They were very much amusedby the picture, but they did not care to possess it, imagining thatthose who ridiculed it might also ridicule its owner. This oppositiondiscouraged me, and I retired to reflect. In about five minutes Ireturned to the company, which had now greatly increased, as it was oneof our regular meeting nights, and I asked if they would consent to thisraffle if I would engage that the winner of the picture should not belaughed at by any other member. 

"How will you guarantee that?" asked Mr. Buckby. 

"I will put the matter in the hands of the Association, " I answered. "If, after the raffle is over, a majority of the members shall decidethat any of us have reason to laugh at the winner of this painting, Iwill refund all the money paid for tickets. "

There was something in this proposition which aroused the curiosity ofmy fellow-firemen; and when the meeting was called to order, aresolution was adopted that we would have the raffle, and that themanagement of it should be placed in my hands, subject to the conditionsmentioned above. There were a good many surmises as to what I was goingto do to keep the people from laughing at the prize-winner, the generalopinion being that I intended to have the picture altered so that itwould be like an ordinary landscape, and not reversible. But the affairwas something novel, and promised to put the much-needed money into ourtreasury; and several gentlemen assured me that they would make it theirbusiness to see that every member took a ticket, one generous manpromising, in the interests of the Association, to present them to suchof the few members as might decline to buy them for themselves. Thisoffer was made in consequence of my insistance that every one of usshould have a chance in the raffle. 

The next morning I went to the art-factory and told the proprietor thatI would take the lot of reversibles he had on hand, if he would includethe one already purchased, and receive ninety-seven dollars and a halfas the balance due. 

"All right!" said he. "I have the ninety-nine still on hand. Are you inthe tea business, sir?"

"Oh, no, " said I; "the pictures are intended for a large Association. "

"No better way of extending the influence of art, sir, " he said, heartily. "I shall charge you nothing for boxing. The same address, sir?"

"No, they must be forwarded to my residence, " and I gave him the needfuldirections, and a check. 

The next day the ninety-nine pictures arrived and were stored in mybarn. My wife, to whom I had told my plan, made some objections to it, saying it did not seem right to use half the money paid in to buy somany pictures; but I told her that no one could expect in a raffle toclear all the money subscribed, and that although we should not gain asmuch as I had hoped, we should clear a hundred dollars, and every manwould have a picture. This was surely fair, and the fact was that theunsympathetic state of mind of our members made it necessary for me todo something of this kind, if I expected to raise the needed money atall. 

The raffle was announced, and on the appointed evening there was a fullattendance. The prize was won by a Mr. Horter, an art-collector of anervous temperament, who had objected to the raffle, and who hadconsented to buy a ticket only after repeated solicitations. 

"Now mind, " he said to me, "you promised that the other men should notlaugh at me, and I hold you to your contract. "

I answered that I intended to stand by it, and that the painting shouldbe sent to him in the morning from my house, whither it had beenremoved. Every member present announced his intention of calling onHorter the following evening to see why he should not be laughed at. 

All the next forenoon my man, with a horse and light wagon, was engagedin delivering the reversible landscapes, one to every member of ourclub. These gentlemen were, in almost every case, absent at their placesof business. When they came home in the evening each found his picture, with his name on the back of it, and a printed slip informing him thatin this raffle there had been no blanks, and that every man had drawn aprize. 

Not a man called upon Mr. Horter that evening, and he greatly wonderedwhy they did not come in, either to laugh or to say why they should notdo so; but every other member of our club was visited by nearly all hisfellow-firemen, who ran in to see if it were true that he also had oneof those ridiculous reversible landscapes. As everybody knew that Mr. Horter had one, there was no need to call on him; and even if they hadhoped to be able to laugh at him they could not do so, when each of themhad drawn one of the pictures himself. A good many called on me, andsome were a little severe in their remarks, saying that although itmight be a very pretty joke, I must have used up nearly all the moneythat they had given for the good of the Association, for, of course, none of them cared for the absurd prize. 

But when, on the next meeting night, I paid in one hundred dollars tothe treasury, a sum more than sufficient to make our room comfortable, they were quite satisfied. The only thing that troubled them was to knowwhat to do with the pictures they had drawn. Not one of them waswilling to keep his preposterous landscape in his house. It was Mrs. Buckby, our president's wife, who suggested a way out of the difficulty. 

"Of course, " she said to her husband, "it would have been much better ifeach one of you had given the two dollars without any raffle, and thenyou would have had all your money. But one can't expect men to do athing like that. "

"Not after we had all paid in our regular dues, and had been subscribingand subscribing for this, that, and the other thing for nearly a year, "said I, who was present at the time. "Some extra inducement wasnecessary. "

"But, as you have all those horrid landscapes, " she continued, "whydon't you take them and put them up along the top of your walls, nextthe ceiling, where those openings are which used to ventilate the roomwhen it was used for storage? That would save all the money that youwould have to pay to carpenters and painters to have those places madetight and decent-looking; and it would give your room a gorgeousappearance. "

This idea was hailed with delight. Every man brought his picture to thehall, and we nailed the whole hundred in a row along the top of the fourwalls, turning one with the darker half up, and the next the other way, so as to present alternate views of morning and evening along the wholedistance. The arrangement answered admirably. The draughts of air fromoutside were perfectly excluded: and as our walls were very lofty, thegeneral effect was good. 

"Art of that kind cannot be too high, " said Mr. Horter. 

A week or two after this, when I arrived at home one afternoon, my wifetold me that there was a present for me in the dining-room. As suchthings were not common, I hurried in to see what it was. I found a verylarge flat package, tied up in brown paper, and on it a card with myname and a long inscription. The latter was to the effect that myassociates of the Hook and Ladder Company, desirous of testifying theirgratitude to the originator and promoter of the raffle scheme, tookpleasure in presenting him with the accompanying work of art, which, when hung upon the walls of his house, would be a perpetual reminder tohim of the great and good work he had done for the Association. 

I cannot deny that this pleased me much. 

"Well!" I exclaimed to my wife, "it is very seldom that a man gets anythanks for his gratuitous efforts in behalf of his fellow-beings; andalthough I must say that my services in raising money for theAssociation deserved recognition, I did not expect that the memberswould do themselves the justice to make me a present. "

Unwrapping the package, I discovered, to my intense disgust, a copy ofthe Reversible Landscape! My first thought was that some of the members, for a joke, had taken down one of the paintings from our meeting-roomand had sent it to me; but, on carefully examining the canvas and frame, I was quite certain that this picture had never been nailed to a wall. It was evidently a new and fresh copy of the painting of which I hadbeen assured no more would be produced. I must admit that I had felt acertain pride in decorating our hall with the style of picture thatcould not be seen elsewhere; and, moreover, I greatly dislike to beoverreached in business matters, and my wrath against the manufacturerof high art entirely overpowered and dissipated any little resentment Imight have felt against my waggish fellow-members who had sent me thepainting. 

Early the next morning I went direct to the art-factory, and was justabout entering when my attention was attracted by a prominent picturein the window. I stepped back to look at it. It was our reversiblelandscape, mounted upon an easel, and labelled "A Morning Scene. " WhileI examined it to assure myself that it was really the landscape withwhich I was so familiar, it was turned upside down by some concealedmachinery, and appeared labelled, "An Evening Scene. " At the foot of theeasel I now noticed a placard inscribed: "The Reversible Landscape: ANew Idea in Art. "

I stood for a moment astounded. The rascally picture-monger had not onlymade another of these pictures, but he was prepared to furnish them inany number. Rushing into the gallery, I demanded to see the proprietor. 

"Look here!" said I, "what docs this mean? You told me that there wereto be no more of those pictures painted; that I was to possess a uniquelot. "

"That's not the same picture, sir, " he exclaimed. "I am surprised thatyou should think so. Step outside with me, sir, and I'll prove it toyou. There, sir!" said he, as we stood before the painting, which wasnow Morning side up, "you see that star? In the pictures we sold you themorning star was Venus; in this one it is Jupiter. This is not the samepicture. Do you imagine that we would deceive a customer? That, sir, isa thing we never do!"

DUSKY PHILOSOPHY. 

IN TWO EXPOSITIONS. 

FIRST EXPOSITION: A STORY OF SEVEN DEVILS. 

The negro church which stood in the pine-woods near the little villageof Oxford Cross Roads, in one of the lower counties of Virginia, waspresided over by an elderly individual, known to the community ingeneral as Uncle Pete; but on Sundays the members of his congregationaddressed him as Brudder Pete. He was an earnest and energetic man, and, although he could neither read nor write, he had for many yearsexpounded the Scriptures to the satisfaction of his hearers. His memorywas good, and those portions of the Bible, which from time to time hehad heard read, were used by him, and frequently with powerful effect, in his sermons. His interpretations of the Scriptures were generallyentirely original, and were made to suit the needs, or what he supposedto be the needs, of his congregation. 

Whether as "Uncle Pete" in the garden and corn-field, or "Brudder Pete"in the church, he enjoyed the good opinion of everybody excepting oneperson, and that was his wife. She was a high-tempered and somewhatdissatisfied person, who had conceived the idea that her husband was inthe habit of giving too much time to the church, and too little to theacquisition of corn-bread and pork. On a certain Saturday she gave him amost tremendous scolding, which so affected the spirits of the good manthat it influenced his decision in regard to the selection of thesubject for his sermon the next day. 

His congregation was accustomed to being astonished, and rather likedit, but never before had their minds received such a shock as when thepreacher announced the subject of his discourse. He did not take anyparticular text, for this was not his custom, but he boldly stated thatthe Bible declared that every woman in this world was possessed by sevendevils; and the evils which this state of things had brought upon theworld he showed forth with much warmth and feeling. Subject-matter, principally from his own experience, crowded in upon his mind, and heserved it out to his audience hot and strong. If his deductions couldhave been proved to be correct, all women were creatures who, by reasonof their seven-fold diabolic possession, were not capable of independentthought or action, and who should in tears and humility place themselvesabsolutely under the direction and authority of the other sex. 

When he approached the conclusion of his sermon, Brother Peter closedwith a bang the Bible, which, although he could not read a word of it, always lay open before him while he preached, and delivered theconcluding exhortation of his sermon. 

"Now, my dear brev'ren ob dis congregation, " he said, "I want you tounderstan' dat dar's nuffin in dis yer sarmon wot you've jus' heerd termake you think yousefs angels. By no means, brev'ren; you was all brungup by women, an' you've got ter lib wid' em, an ef anythin' in dis yerworl' is ketchin', my dear brev'ren, it's habin debbils, an' from wotI've seen ob some ob de men ob dis worl' I 'spect dey is persest ob'bout all de debbils dey got room fur. But de Bible don' say nuffinp'intedly on de subjec' ob de number ob debbils in man, an' I 'spec'dose dat's got 'em--an' we ought ter feel pow'ful thankful, my dearbrev'ren, dat de Bible don' say we all's got 'em--has 'em 'cordin tosarcumstances. But wid de women it's dif'rent; dey's got jus' sebin, an'bless my soul, brev'ren, I think dat's 'nuff. 

"While I was a-turnin' ober in my min' de subjec' ob dis sarmon, derecome ter me a bit ob Scripter wot I heerd at a big preachin' an'baptizin' at Kyarter's Mills, 'bout ten year' ago. One ob de preacherswas a-tellin' about ole mudder Ebe a-eatin' de apple, and says he: Desarpint fus' come along wid a red apple, an' says he: You gib dis yer toyour husban', an' he think it so mighty good dat when he done eat it hegib you anything you ax him fur, ef you tell him whar de tree is. Ebe, she took one bite, an' den she frew dat apple away. 'Wot you mean, youtriflin' sarpint, ' says she, 'a fotchin' me dat apple wot ain't good furnuffin but ter make cider wid. ' Den de sarpint he go fotch her a yallerapple, an' she took one bite an' den says she: 'Go 'long wid ye, youfool sarpint, wot you fotch me dat June apple wot ain't got no taste toit?' Den de sarpint he think she like sumpin' sharp, an' he fotch her agreen apple. She takes one bite ob it, an' den she frows it at his head, an' sings out: 'Is you 'spectin' me to gib dat apple to yer Uncle Adaman' gib him de colic?' Den de debbil he fotch her a lady-apple, but shesay she won't take no sich triflin' nubbins as dat to her husban', an'she took one bite ob it, an' frew it away. Den he go fotch her two udderkin' ob apples, one yaller wid red stripes, an' de udder one red on oneside an' green on de udder, --mighty good lookin' apples, too--de kin'you git two dollars a bar'l fur at the store. But Ebe, she wouldn't habneider ob 'em, an' when she done took one bite out ob each one, she frewit away. Den de ole debbil-sarpint, he scratch he head, an' he say tohese'f: 'Dis yer Ebe, she pow'ful 'ticklar 'bout her apples. Reckin I'llhave ter wait till after fros', an' fotch her a real good one. ' An' hedone wait till after fros', and then he fotch her a' Albemarle pippin, an' when she took one bite ob dat, she jus' go 'long an' eat it all up, core, seeds, an' all. 'Look h'yar, sarpint, ' says she, 'hab you gotanudder ob dem apples in your pocket?' An' den he tuk one out, an' gibit to her. ''Cuse me, ' says she, 'I's gwine ter look up Adam, an' ef hedon' want ter know war de tree is wot dese apples grow on, you can habhim fur a corn-field han'. '

"An' now, my dear brev'ren, " said Brother Peter, "while I was a-turnin'dis subjec' ober in my min', an' wonderin' how de women come ter habjus' seben debbils apiece, I done reckerleck dat bit ob Scripter wot Iheerd at Kyarter's Mills, an' I reckin dat 'splains how de debbils gotinter woman. De sarpint he done fotch mudder Ebe seben apples, an' eberyone she take a bite out of gib her a debbil. "

As might have been expected, this sermon produced a great sensation, and made a deep impression on the congregation. As a rule the men weretolerably well satisfied with it; and when the services were over manyof them made it the occasion of shy but very plainly pointed remarks totheir female friends and relatives. 

But the women did not like it at all. Some of them became angry, andtalked very forcibly, and feelings of indignation soon spread among allthe sisters of the church. If their minister had seen fit to stay athome and preach a sermon like this to his own wife (who, it may beremarked, was not present on this occasion), it would have been wellenough, provided he had made no allusions to outsiders; but to comethere and preach such things to them was entirely too much for theirendurance. Each one of the women knew she had not seven devils, and onlya few of them would admit of the possibility of any of the others beingpossessed by quite so many. 

Their preacher's explanation of the manner in which every woman came tobe possessed of just so many devils appeared to them of littleimportance. What they objected to was the fundamental doctrine of hissermon, which was based on his assertion that the Bible declared everywoman had seven devils. They were not willing to believe that the Biblesaid any such thing. Some of them went so far as to state it was theiropinion that Uncle Pete had got this fool notion from some of thelawyers at the court-house when he was on a jury a month or so before. It was quite noticeable that, although Sunday afternoon had scarcelybegun, the majority of the women of the congregation called theirminister Uncle Pete. This was very strong evidence of a sudden declinein his popularity. 

Some of the more vigorous-minded women, not seeing their minister amongthe other people in the clearing in front of the log church, went tolook for him, but he was not to be found. His wife had ordered him to behome early, and soon after the congregation had been dismissed hedeparted by a short cut through the woods. That afternoon an iratecommittee, composed principally of women, but including also a few menwho had expressed disbelief in the new doctrine, arrived at the cabin oftheir preacher, but found there only his wife, cross-grained old AuntRebecca. She informed them that her husband was not at home. 

"He's done 'gaged hisse'f, " she said, "ter cut an' haul wood fur KunnelMartin ober on Little Mount'n fur de whole ob nex' week. It's fourteenor thirteen mile' from h'yar, an' ef he'd started ter-morrer mawnin', he'd los' a'mos' a whole day, 'Sides dat, I done tole him dat ef he gitdar ter-night he'd have his supper frowed in. Wot you all want wid him?Gwine to pay him fur preachin'?"

Any such intention as this was instantaneously denied, and Aunt Rebeccawas informed of the subject upon which her visitors had come to have avery plain talk with her husband. 

Strange to say, the announcement of the new and startling dogma hadapparently no disturbing effect upon Aunt Rebecca. On the contrary, theold woman seemed rather to enjoy the news. 

"Reckin he oughter know all 'bout dat, " she said. "He's done had threewives, an' he ain't got rid o' dis one yit. "

Judging from her chuckles and waggings of the head when she made thisremark, it might be imagined that Aunt Rebecca was rather proud of thefact that her husband thought her capable of exhibiting a different kindof diabolism every day in the week. 

The leader of the indignant church members was Susan Henry, a mulattowoman of a very independent turn of mind. She prided herself that shenever worked in anybody's house but her own, and this immunity fromoutside service gave her a certain pre-eminence among her sisters. Notonly did Susan share the general resentment with which the startlingstatement of old Peter had been received, but she felt that itspromulgation had affected her position in the community. If every womanwas possessed by seven devils, then, in this respect, she was no betternor worse than any of the others; and at this her proud heart rebelled. If the preacher had said some women had eight devils and others six, itwould have been better. She might then have made a mental arrangement inregard to her relative position which would have somewhat consoled her. But now there was no chance for that. The words of the preacher hadequally debased all women. 

A meeting of the disaffected church members was held the next night atSusan Henry's cabin, or rather in the little yard about it, for thehouse was not large enough to hold the people who attended it. Themeeting was not regularly organized, but everybody said what he or shehad to say, and the result was a great deal of clamor, and a generalincrease of indignation against Uncle Pete. 

"Look h'yar!" cried Susan, at the end of some energetic remarks, "is darenny pusson h'yar who kin count up figgers?"

Inquiries on the subject ran through the crowd, and in a few moments ablack boy, about fourteen, was pushed forward as an expert inarithmetic. 

"Now, you Jim, " said Susan, "you's been to school, an' you kin count upfiggers. 'Cordin' ter de chu'ch books dar's forty-seben women b'longin'to our meetin', an' ef each one ob dem dar has got seben debbils in her, I jus' wants you ter tell me how many debbils come to chu'ch ebery clearSunday ter hear dat ole Uncle Pete preach. "

This view of the case created a sensation, and much interest was shownin the result of Jim's calculations, which were made by the aid of aback of an old letter and a piece of pencil furnished by Susan. Theresult was at last announced as three hundred and nineteen, which, although not precisely correct, was near enough to satisfy the company. 

"Now, you jus' turn dat ober in you all's minds, " said Susan. "More'nfree hunderd debbils in chu'ch ebery Sunday, an' we women fotchin 'em. Does anybody s'pose I'se gwine ter b'lieve dat fool talk?"

A middle-aged man now lifted up his voice and said: "Ise been thinkin'ober dis h'yar matter and Ise 'cluded dat p'r'aps de words ob depreacher was used in a figgeratous form o' sense. P'r'aps de sebendebbils meant chillun. "

These remarks were received with no favor by the assemblage. 

"Oh, you git out!" cried Susan. "Your ole woman's got seben chillun, shore 'nuf, an' I s'pec' dey's all debbils. But dem sent'ments don'tapply ter all de udder women h'yar, 'tic'larly ter dem dar young uns wotain't married yit. "

This was good logic, but the feeling on the subject proved to be evenstronger, for the mothers in the company became so angry at theirchildren being considered devils that for a time there seemed to bedanger of an Amazonian attack on the unfortunate speaker. This wasaverted, but a great deal of uproar now ensued, and it was the generalfeeling that something ought to be done to show the deep-seatedresentment with which the horrible charge against the mothers andsisters of the congregation had been met. Many violent propositions weremade, some of the younger men going so far as to offer to burn down thechurch. It was finally agreed, quite unanimously, that old Peter shouldbe unceremoniously ousted from his place in the pulpit which he hadfilled so many years. 

As the week passed on, some of the older men of the congregation who hadfriendly feelings toward their old companion and preacher talked thematter over among themselves, and afterward, with many of theirfellow-members, succeeded at last in gaining the general consent thatUncle Pete should be allowed a chance to explain himself, and give hisgrounds and reasons for his astounding statement in regard to womankind. If he could show biblical authority for this, of course nothing morecould be said. But if he could not, then he must get down from thepulpit, and sit for the rest of his life on a back seat of the church. This proposition met with the more favor, because even those who weremost indignant had an earnest curiosity to know what the old man wouldsay for himself. 

During all this time of angry discussion, good old Peter was quietly andcalmly cutting and hauling wood on the Little Mountain. His mind was ina condition of great comfort and peace, for not only had he been able torid himself, in his last sermon, of many of the hard thoughts concerningwomen that had been gathering themselves together for years, but hisabsence from home had given him a holiday from the harassments of AuntRebecca's tongue, so that no new notions of woman's culpability hadrisen within him. He had dismissed the subject altogether, and had beenthinking over a sermon regarding baptism, which he thought he could makeconvincing to certain of the younger members of his congregation. 

He arrived at home very late on Saturday night, and retired to hissimple couch without knowing anything of the terrible storm which hadbeen gathering through the week, and which was to burst upon him on themorrow. But the next morning, long before church time, he receivedwarning enough of what was going to happen. Individuals and deputationsgathered in and about his cabin--some to tell him all that had been saidand done; some to inform him what was expected of him; some to standabout and look at him; some to scold; some to denounce; but, alas! notone to encourage; nor one to call him "Brudder Pete, " that Sundayappellation dear to his ears. But the old man possessed a stubborn soul, not easily to be frightened. 

"Wot I says in de pulpit, " he remarked, "I'll 'splain in de pulpit, an'you all ud better git 'long to de chu'ch, an' when de time fur desarvice come, I'll be dar. "

This advice was not promptly acted upon, but in the course of half anhour nearly all the villagers and loungers had gone off to the church inthe woods; and when Uncle Peter had put on his high black hat, somewhatbattered, but still sufficiently clerical looking for that congregation, and had given something of a polish to his cowhide shoes, he betookhimself by the accustomed path to the log building where he had so oftenheld forth to his people. As soon as he entered the church he wasformally instructed by a committee of the leading members that before hebegan to open the services, he must make it plain to the congregationthat what he had said on the preceding Sunday about every woman beingpossessed by seven devils was Scripture truth, and not mere wickednonsense out of his own brain. If he could not do that, they wanted nomore praying or preaching from him. 

Uncle Peter made no answer, but, ascending the little pulpit, he put hishat on the bench behind him where it was used to repose, took out hisred cotton handkerchief and blew his nose in his accustomed way, andlooked about him. The house was crowded. Even Aunt Rebecca was there. 

After a deliberate survey of his audience the preacher spoke: "Brev'erenan' sisters, I see afore me Brudder Bill Hines, who kin read de Bible, an' has got one. Ain't dat so, Brudder?"

Bill Hines having nodded and modestly grunted assent, the preachercontinued. "An' dars' Aun' Priscilla's boy, Jake, who ain't a brudderyit, though he's plenty old 'nuf, min', I tell ye; an' he kin read deBible, fus' rate, an' has read it ter me ober an' ober ag'in. Ain't datso, Jake?"

Jake grinned, nodded, and hung his head, very uncomfortable at beingthus publicly pointed out. 

"An' dar's good ole Aun' Patty, who knows more Scripter' dan ennybuddyh'yar, havin' been teached by de little gals from Kunnel Jasper's an' bydere mudders afore 'em. I reckin she know' de hull Bible straight froo, from de Garden of Eden to de New Jerus'lum. An' dar are udders h'yar whoknows de Scripters, some one part an' some anudder. Now I axes ebery oneob you all wot know de Scripters ef he don' 'member how de Bible tellshow our Lor' when he was on dis yearth cas' seben debbils out o' MaryMagdalum?"

A murmur of assent came from the congregation. Most of them rememberedthat. 

"But did enny ob you ebber read, or hab read to you, dat he ebber cas''em out o'enny udder woman?"

Negative grunts and shakes of the head signified that nobody had everheard of this. 

"Well, den, " said the preacher, gazing blandly around, "all de udderwomen got 'em yit. "

A deep silence fell upon the assembly, and in a few moments an elderlymember arose. "Brudder Pete, " he said, "I reckin you mought as well gibout de hyme. "

SECOND EXPOSITION: GRANDISON'S QUANDARY. 

Grandison Pratt was a colored man of about thirty, who, with his wifeand two or three children, lived in a neat log cabin in one of theSouthern States. He was a man of an independent turn of mind, and hemuch desired to own the house in which he lived and the smallgarden-patch around it. This valuable piece of property belonged to Mr. Morris, and as it was an outlying corner of his large farm he had noobjection to sell it to Grandison, provided the latter could pay for it;but of this he had great doubts. The man was industrious enough, but heoften seemed to have a great deal of difficulty about paying the verysmall rental charged for his place, and Mr. Morris, consequently, hadwell-grounded doubts about his ability to purchase it. 

"But, sah, " said Grandison one day when these objections had been placedbefore him, "I's been turnin' dis thing ober in my min' ober an' ober. Iknow jes' how much I kin make an' how much I's got to spend an' how Ikin save ter buy the house, an' if I agree to pay you so much money onsuch a day an' so much on such anudder day I's gwine ter do it. You kinjes' put that down, sah, for sartin shuh. "

"Well, Grandison, " said Mr. Morris, "I'll give you a trial. If, at theend of six months, you can pay me the first instalment, I'll have thenecessary papers made out, and you can go on and buy the place, but ifyou are not up to time on the first payment, I want to hear no moreabout the purchase. "

"All right, Mahs'r Morris, " said Grandison. "If I gibs you my word terpay de money on de fus' day ob October, I's gwine to do it. Dat's sartinshuh. "

Months passed on, and, although Grandison worked as steadily as usual, he found toward the end of September that, in the ordinary course ofthings, he would not be able to make up the sum necessary for the firstpayment. Other methods out of the ordinary course came into his mind, but he had doubts about availing himself of them. He was extremelyanxious to make up the amount due, for he knew very well that if he didnot pay it on the day appointed he might bid farewell to his hope ofbecoming a freeholder. In his perplexity he resolved to consult Brother'Bijah, the minister of the little church in the pine-woods to whichGrandison belonged. 

"Now, look-a-heah, Brudder 'Bijah, " said he, "wot's I gwine to do 'boutdis bizness? I done promised ter pay dis money on de fus' day ob decomin' month, an' dar's six dollars ob it dat I ain't got yit. "

"An' aint dar any way ter git it?" asked 'Bijah. 

"Yaas, dar's one way, " said Grandison, "I's been turnin' dis matter oberan' ober in my min', an' dar's only one way. I mought sell apples. Apples is mighty skarse dis fall, an' I kin git two dollars a bar'l for'em in town. Now, if I was ter sell three bar'ls of apples I'd hab datdar six dollars, sartin shuh. Don' you see dat, Brudder 'Bijah?"

"Dat's all clar 'nuf, " said the minister, "but whar you gwine ter gitthree bar'ls o' apples? You don' mean ter tell me dat you's got 'nufapple-trees in your little gyardin fur ter shake down three bar'ls o'apples. "

"Now look a-heah, Brudder 'Bijah, " said Grandison, his eyes sparklingwith righteous indignation, "dat's too much 'to 'spec' ob a man who'sgot ter work all day to s'port his wife an' chillun. I digs, an' Iplows, an' I plants, an' I hoes. But all dem things ain't 'nuf ter makeapple-trees grow in my gyardin like as dey was corn-field peas. "

"Dat's so, " said 'Bijah, reflectively. "Dat's too much to spec' ob anyman. But how's you gwine ter sell de apples if you ain't got 'em?"

"I's got ter git em, " said Grandison. "Dar's apples 'nuf growin' roun'an' not so fur away dat I can't tote 'em ter my house in a bahsket. It'spow'ful hard on a man wot's worked all day ter have ter tote applesahfter night, but dar ain' no other way ob gittin' dat dar money. "

"I spec' de orchard whar you's thinkin' o' gwine is Mahs'r Morrises, "said the minister. 

"You don' 'spose Ise gwine ter any ob dose low down orchards on de udderside de creek, does ye? Mahs'r Morris has got the bes' apples in discounty. Dat's de kin' wot fetch two dollars a bar'l. "

"Brudder Gran'son, " said 'Bijah, solemnly, "is you min' runnin on takin'Mahs'r Morrises apples inter town an' sellin' em?"

"Well, he gits de money, don't he?" answered the other, "and if I don'tsell his apples 'taint no use sellin' none. Dem udder little nubbinsroun' heah won't fetch no two dollars a bar'l. "

"Dem ain't justifyin' deeds wot's runnin' in your mind, " said 'Bijah. "Dey ain't justifyin'. "

"Ob course, " said Grandison, "dey wouldn't be justifyin' if I had de sixdollars. But I ain't got 'em, an' Ise promised to pay 'em. Now, is I terstick to de truf, or isn't I?"

"Truf is mighty, " said the preacher, "an' ought not to be hendered fromprevailin'. "

"Dat's so! dat's so!" exclaimed Grandison. "You can't go agin deScripters. Truf _is_ mighty, an' 'tain't fur pore human critters like usto try to upsot her. Wot we're got ter do is ter stick to her throughthick an' thin. "

"Ob course, dat's wot we oughter do, " said 'Bijah, "but I can't see myway clar to you sellin' dem apples. "

"But dar ain't nuffin else ter do!" exclaimed Grandison, "an' ef I don'tdo dat, away goes de truf, clar out o' sight. An' wot sort o' 'ligionyou call dat, Brudder 'Bijah?"

"'Tain't no kind at all, " said 'Bijah, "fur we's bound ter stick to detruf, which is de bottom corner-stone ob piousness. But dem apples don'tseem ter git demselves straightened out in my mind, Brudder Gran'son. "

"It 'pears ter me, Brudder 'Bijah, dat you doan' look at dem apples inde right light. If I was gwine ter sell 'em to git money ter buy a loto' spotted calliker ter make frocks for de chillen, or eben to buy twopars o' shoes fur me an' Judy ter go to church in, dat would be a sin, sartin shuh. But you done furgit dat I's gwine ter take de money terMahs'r Morris. If apples is riz an' I gits two dollars an' a quarter abar'l, ob course I keeps de extry quarter, which don' pay anyhow fur detrouble ob pickin' 'em. But de six dollars I gibs, cash down, terMahs'r Morris. Don' you call dat puffectly fa'r an' squar, Brudder'Bijah?"

'Bijah shook his head. "Dis is a mighty dubersome question, BrudderGran'son, a mighty dubersome question. "

Grandison stood with a disappointed expression on his countenance. Hegreatly desired to gain from his minister sanction for the financialoperation he had proposed. But this the solemn 'Bijah did not appearprepared to give. As the two men stood together by the roadside theysaw, riding toward them, Mr. Morris himself. 

"Now, den, " exclaimed Grandison, "heah comes Mahs'r Morris, and I'sgwine ter put dis question to hisse'f. He oughter know how ter 'cidebout it, if anybody does. "

"You ain't truly gwine ter put dat question to him, is ye?" asked'Bijah, quickly. 

"No, sah, " replied the other. "I's gwine to put the case on a dif'rentshow-pint. But 'twill be the same thing as de udder. "

Mr. Morris was a genial-natured man, who took a good deal of interest inhis negro neighbors, and was fond of listening to their peculiar humor. Therefore, when he saw that Grandison wished to speak to him he readilypulled up his horse. 

"Mahs'r Morris, " said Grandison, removing his hat, "Brudder 'Bijah an'me has been argyin on de subjick ob truf. An' jes' as you was comin' upI was gwine ter tell him a par'ble 'bout sticken ter truf. An' if you'sgot time, Mahs'r Morris, I'd be pow'ful glad ter tell you de par'ble, an' let you 'cide 'tween us. "

"Very well, " said Mr. Morris, "go on with your parable. "

"Dis yere par'ble, " said Grandison, "has got a justifyin' meanin' in it, an' it's 'bout a bar an' a' possum. De 'possum he was a-gwine out earlyin de mawnin' ter git a little corn fur his breakfus'--"

"Very wrong in the opossum, " said Mr. Morris, "for I am sure he hadn'tplanted any corn. "

"Well, den, sah, " said Grandison, "p'raps 'twas akerns; but, anyway, afore he was out ob de woods he see a big, ole bar a-comin' straight'long to him. De 'possum he ain't got no time ter climb a tree an' gitout on de leetlest end ob a long limb, an' so he lay hese'f flat down onde groun' an' make b'lieve he's dead. When de ole bar came up he sotdown an' look at de 'possum. Fus' he turn his head on one side an' denhe turn his head on de udder, but he look at de 'possum all de time. D'reckly he gits done lookin' an' he says:

"'Look-a-heah, 'possum, is you dead or is you libin'? If you's dead Iwon't eat you, fur I neber eats dead critters, but if you's libin' denI eats you for my breakfus', fur I is bilin' hungry, not havin' hadnuffin sence sun-up but a little smack dat I took afore gwine out interde damp air ob de mawnin'. Now, den, 'possum, speak out and tell me isyou 'libe or is you dead?'

"Dat are question frew de 'possum inter a pow'ful sweat. If he told detruf an' said he was alibe he knowed well 'nuf dat de bar would gobblehim up quicker'n if he'd been a hot ash cake an' a bowl of buttermilk;but if he said he was dead so's de bar wouldn't eat him, de bar, like'nuf, would know he lied, an' would eat him all de same. So he turn dematter ober an' ober in his min', an' he wrastled with his 'victions, but he couldn't come ter no 'clusion. 'Now don't you tink, ' said de bar, 'dat I's got time to sit here de whole mawnin' waitin' fer you ter makeup your mind whether you's dead or not. If you don't 'cide pretty quick, I'll put a big rock a-top o' you, an' stop fer you answer when I comeback in de ebenin'. ' Now dis gib de 'possum a pow'ful skeer, an' 'twascl'ar to his min' dat he mus' 'cide de question straight off. If he tolede truf, and said he was alibe, he'd be eat up shuh; but if he said hewas dead, de bar mought b'lieve him. 'Twarn't very likely dat he would, but dar was dat one leetle chance, an' he done took it. 'I is dead, 'says he. 'You's a long time makin' up your min' 'bout it, ' says de bar. 'How long you been dead?' 'Sence day 'fore yestidday, ' says the 'possum. 'All right!' says de bar, 'when dey've on'y been dead two or free days, an' kin talk, I eats 'em all de same. ' An' he eat him up. "

"And now, Grandison, " said Mr. Morris, "where is the moral of thatparable?"

"De moral is dis, " said Grandison; "stick ter de truf. If de 'possum hadtole de truf, an' said he was alibe, de bar couldn't eat him no more'nhe did eat him; no bar could do dat. An' I axes you, Mahs'r Morris, don'dat par'ble show dat eb'rybody oughter stick ter de truf, no matter whathappens. "

"Well, I don't think your moral is very clear, " said Mr. Morris, "for itwould have been about as bad for the 'possum one way as the other. But, after all, it would have been better for the little beast to tell thetruth and die with a clear conscience. "

"Dat's so!" cried Brother 'Bijah, speaking in his ministerial capacity, "de great thing in dis worl' is ter die wid a clear conscience. "

"But you can't do dat, " said Grandison, "if you let dis thing an' datthing come in ter hinder ye. Now dat's jes' wot we's been disputin''bout, Mahs'r Morris. I 'clared dat we oughter stick ter de truf widoutlookin' to de right or de lef'; but Brudder 'Bijah, his min' wasn'tquite made up on de subjick. Now, wot you say, Mahs'r Morris?"

"I say stick to the truth, of course, " said Mr. Morris, gathering up hisreins. "And, by the way, Grandison, do you expect to make that paymenton your place which is due next week?"

"Yaas, sah, sartin shuh, " said Grandison. "I done tole you I'd do it, Mahs'r Morris, an' I 'tends ter stick ter de truf. "

"Now, den, " said Grandison, in a tone of triumph, when Mr. Morris hadridden away, "you see I's right in my 'clusions, and Mahs'r Morris'grees with me. "

"Dunno, " said Brother 'Bijah, shaking his head, "dis is a mightydubersome question. You kep' dem apples clar out o' sight, BrudderGran'son; clar out o' sight. "

It was about a week after this, quite early in the morning, thatGrandison was slowly driving into town with a horse and a wagon which hehad borrowed from a neighbor. In the wagon were three barrels of fineapples. Suddenly, at a turn in the road, he was greatly surprised tomeet Mr. Morris, riding homeward. 

"What have you in those barrels, Grandison?" inquired his landlord. 

"Dey's apples, sah, " was the reply, "dat I's got de job ob haulin' tertown, sah. "

Mr. Morris rode up to the wagon and removed the piece of old canvas thatwas thrown over the tops of the barrels; there was no need of asking anyquestions. No one but himself, for many miles around, had"Belle-flowers" and "Jeannettes" like these. 

"How much do you lack, Grandison, " he said, "of making up the money youowe me to-morrow?"

"Six dollars, sah, " said Grandison. 

"Six dollars--three barrels--very good, " said Mr. Morris. "I see you aredetermined to stick to the truth, Grandison, and keep your engagement. But I will trouble you to turn that wagon round and haul those apples tomy house. And, if you still want to buy the place, you can come onMonday morning and work out the balance you have to make up on the firstinstalment; and, after this, you can make all your payments in work. Aday's labor is fair and plain, but your ways of sticking to the truthare very crooked. "

It was not long after this that Grandison was ploughing in one of Mr. Morris' fields, when Brother 'Bijah came along and sat upon the fence. 

"Brudder Gran'son, " said he, when the ploughman had reached the end ofthe furrow and was preparing to turn, "jes' you let your hoss res' aminnit till I tells you a par'ble. "

"Wot par'ble?" said Grandison, in a tone of unconcern, but stopping hishorse, all the same. 

"Why, dis one!" said 'Bijah. "Dar was an ole mule an' he b'longed to acullud man named Harris who used to carry de mail from de Coht House terCary's Cross-roads. De ole mule was a pow'ful triflin' critter an' hegot lazier an' lazier, an' 'fore long he got so dreffle slow dat it tukhim more'n one day ter go from de Coht House ter de crossroads, an' heallus come in de day ahfter mail-day, when de people was done gone home. So de cullud man, Harris, he says:

"'You is too ole fur ter carry de mail, you triflin' mule, an' I hain'tgot no udder use fur you. '

"So he put him in a gully-field, whar dar was nuffin but bar' groun' an'hog weed. Now, dar was nuffin in dis worl' dat triflin' mule hated somuch as hog weed, an' he says to hese'f: 'I's boun' ter do somefin'better'n dis fur a libin. I reckin I'll go skeer dat ole Harris, an'make him gib me a feed o' corn. ' So he jump ober de fence, fur he wasspry 'nuf when he had a min' ter, an' he steals an ole bar skin dat he'dseen hangin' up in de store po'ch, an' he pretty nigh kivered himse'fall up wid it. Den he go down to de pos' offis, whar de mail had jes'come in. When dis triflin' ole mule seed de cullud man, Harris, sittin'on de bottom step ob de po'ch, he begin to kick up his heels an' makeall de noise he could wid he mouf. 'Wot's dat?' cried de cullud man, Harris. 'I's a big grizzly bar, ' said de mule, ''scaped from de 'nageriewhen 'twas fordin' Scott's Creek. ' 'When did you git out?' said decullud man, Harris. 'I bus' from de cage at half pas' free o'clock disebenin'. ' 'An' is you reely a grizzly bar?' 'Dat's de truf, ' said detriflin' mule, 'an' I's pow'ful hungry, an' if you don' go git me a feedo' corn I'll swaller you down whole. ' An' he begun to roar as like agrizzly bar as he knew how. 'Dat all de truf, you tellin' me?' de culludman, Harris, ask. 'Dat's all true as I's libin', ' says de triflin' mule. 'All right, den, ' says de cullud man, Harris, 'if you kin come from deford on Scott's Creek in a hour an' a half, you kin carry de mail jes'as well as any udder mule, an' I's gwine ter buy a big cart whip, an'make you do it. So take off dat bar skin, an' come 'long wid me. ' So yousee Brudder Gran'son, " continued 'Bijah, "dar's dif'rent kinds ob truf, an' you's got ter be mighty 'ticklar wot kind you sticks ter. "

"Git up, " said Grandison to his drowsy horse, as he started him onanother furrow. 

PLAIN FISHING. 

"Well, sir, " said old Peter, as he came out on the porch with his pipe, "so you came here to go fishin'?"

Peter Gruse was the owner of the farm-house where I had arrived thatday, just before supper-time. He was a short, strong-built old man, witha pair of pretty daughters, and little gold rings in his ears. Twothings distinguished him from the farmers in the country round about:one was the rings in his ears, and the other was the large andcomfortable house in which he kept his pretty daughters. The otherfarmers in that region had fine large barns for their cattle and horses, but very poor houses for their daughters. Old Peter's ear-rings wereindirectly connected with his house. He had not always lived among thosemountains. He had been on the sea, where his ears were decorated, and hehad travelled a good deal on land, where he had ornamented his mind withmany ideas which were not in general use in the part of his State inwhich he was born. His house stood a little back from the high road, and if a traveller wished to be entertained, Peter was generally willingto take him in, provided he had left his wife and family at home. Theold man himself had no objection to wives and children, but his twopretty daughters had. 

These young women had waited on their father and myself at supper-time, one continually bringing hot griddle cakes, and the other giving meevery opportunity to test the relative merits of the seven differentkinds of preserved fruit which, in little glass plates, covered theotherwise unoccupied spaces on the tablecloth. The latter, when shefound that there was no further possible way of serving us, presumed tosit down at the corner of the table and begin her supper. But in spiteof this apparent humility, which was only a custom of the country, therewas that in the general air of the pretty daughters which left no doubtin the mind of the intelligent observer that they stood at the wheel inthat house. There was a son of fourteen, who sat at table with us, buthe did not appear to count as a member of the family. 

"Yes, " I answered, "I understood that there was good fishing hereabout, and, at any rate, I should like to spend a few days among these hillsand mountains. "

"Well, " said Peter, "there's trout in some of our streams, though notas many as there used to be, and there's hills a plenty, and mountainstoo, if you choose to walk fur enough. They're a good deal furder offthan they look. What did you bring with you to fish with?"

"Nothing at all, " I answered. "I was told in the town that you were agreat fisherman, and that you could let me have all the tackle I wouldneed. "

"Upon my word, " said old Peter, resting his pipe-hand on his knee andlooking steadfastly at me, "you're the queerest fisherman I've see'dyet. Nigh every year, some two or three of 'em stop here in the fishin'season, and there was never a man who didn't bring his jinted pole, andhis reels, and his lines, and his hooks, and his dry-goods flies, andhis whiskey-flask with a long strap to it. Now, if you want all thesethings, I haven't got 'em. "

"Whatever you use yourself will suit me, " I answered. 

"All right, then, " said he. "I'll do the best I can for you in themornin'. But it's plain enough to me that you're not a game fisherman, or you wouldn't come here without your tools. "

To this remark I made answer to the effect that, though I was very fondof fishing, my pleasure in it did not depend upon the possession of allthe appliances of professional sport. 

"Perhaps you think, " said the old man, "from the way I spoke, that Idon't believe them fellers with the jinted poles can ketch fish, butthat ain't so. That old story about the little boy with the pin-hook whoketched all the fish, while the gentleman with the modern improvements, who stood alongside of him, kep' throwin' out his beautiful flies andnever got nothin', is a pure lie. The fancy chaps, who must haveev'rythin' jist so, gen'rally gits fish. But for all that, I don't liketheir way of fishin', and I take no stock in it myself. I've beenfishin', on and off, ever since I was a little boy, and I've caught nighevery kind there is, from the big jew-fish and cavalyoes down South, tothe trout and minnies round about here. But when I ketch a fish, thefirst thing I do is to try to git him on the hook, and the next thing isto git him out of the water jist as soon as I kin. I don't put in notime worryin' him. There's only two animals in the world that likes toworry smaller creeturs a good while afore they kill 'em; one is the cat, and the other is what they call the game fisherman. This kind of afeller never goes after no fish that don't mind being ketched. He goesfur them kinds that loves their home in the water and hates most toleave it, and he makes it jist as hard fur 'em as he kin. What the gamefisher likes is the smallest kind of a hook, the thinnest line, and afish that it takes a good while to weaken. The longer the weak'nin'business kin be spun out, the more the sport. The idee is to let thefish think there's a chance fur him to git away. That's jist like thecat with her mouse. She lets the little creetur hop off, but the minnithe gits fur enough away, she jumps on him and jabs him with her claws, and then, if there's any game left in him, she lets him try again. Ofcourse the game fisher could have a strong line and a stout pole and githis fish in a good sight quicker, if he wanted to, but that wouldn't besport. He couldn't give him the butt and spin him out, and reel him in, and let him jump and run till his pluck is clean worn out. Now, I likesto git my fish ashore with all the pluck in 'em. It makes 'em tastebetter. And as fur fun, I'll be bound I've had jist as much of that, andmore, too, than most of these fellers who are so dreadful anxious tohave everythin' jist right, and think they can't go fishin' till they'vespent enough money to buy a suit of Sunday clothes. As a gen'ral rulethey're a solemn lot, and work pretty hard at their fun. When I work Iwant to be paid fur it, and when I go in fur fun I want to take it easyand cheerful. Now I wouldn't say so much agen these fellers, " said oldPeter, as he arose and put his empty pipe on a little shelf under theporch-roof, "if it wasn't for one thing, and that is, that they thinkthat their kind of fishin' is the only kind worth considerin'. The waythey look down upon plain Christian fishin' is enough to rile ahitchin'-post. I don't want to say nothin' agen no man's way ofattendin' to his own affairs, whether it's kitchen-gardenin', or whetherit's fishin', if he says nothin' agen my way; but when he looks down onme, and grins at me, I want to haul myself up, and grin at him, if Ikin. And in this case, I kin. I s'pose the house-cat and the cat-fisher(by which I don't mean the man who fishes for cat-fish) was both made asthey is, and they can't help it; but that don't give 'em no right to puton airs before other bein's, who gits their meat with a square kill. Good-night. And sence I've talked so much about it, I've a mind to gofishin' with you to-morrow myself. "

The next morning found old Peter of the same mind, and after breakfasthe proceeded to fit me out for a day of what he called "plain Christiantrout-fishin'. " He gave me a reed rod, about nine feet long, light, strong, and nicely balanced. The tackle he produced was not of the fancyorder, but his lines were of fine strong linen, and his hooks were ofgood shape, clean and sharp, and snooded to the lines with a neatnessthat indicated the hand of a man who had been where he learned to wearlittle gold rings in his ears. 

"Here are some of these feather insects, " he said, "which you kin takealong if you like. " And he handed me a paper containing a few artificialflies. "They're pretty nat'ral, " he said, "and the hooks is good. A manwho came here fishin' gave 'em to me, but I shan't want 'em to-day. Atthis time of year grasshoppers is the best bait in the kind of placewhere we're goin' to fish. The stream, after it comes down from themountain, runs through half a mile of medder land before it strikes intothe woods agen. A grasshopper is a little creetur that's got as muchconceit as if his jinted legs was fish-poles, and he thinks he kin jumpover this narrer run of water whenever he pleases; but he don't alwaysdo it, and then if he doesn't git snapped up by the trout that lie alongthe banks in the medder, he is floated along into the woods, wherethere's always fish enough to come to the second table. "

Having got me ready, Peter took his own particular pole, which heassured me he had used for eleven years, and hooking on his left arm agood-sized basket, which his elder pretty daughter had packed with coldmeat, bread, butter, and preserves, we started forth for a three-milewalk to the fishing-ground. The day was a favorable one for our purpose, the sky being sometimes over-clouded, which was good for fishing, andalso for walking on a highroad; and sometimes bright, which was good foreffects of mountain-scenery. Not far from the spot where old Peterproposed to begin our sport, a small frame-house stood by the roadside, and here the old man halted and entered the open door without knockingor giving so much as a premonitory stamp. I followed, imitating mycompanion in leaving my pole outside, which appeared to be the onlyceremony that the etiquette of those parts required of visitors. In theroom we entered, a small man in his shirt-sleeves sat mending abasket-handle. He nodded to Peter, and Peter nodded to him. 

"We've come up a-fishin', " said the old man. "Kin your boys give us somegrasshoppers?"

"I don't know that they've got any ready ketched, " said he, "for Ireckon I used what they had this mornin'. But they kin git you some. Here, Dan, you and Sile go and ketch Mr. Gruse and this young man somegrasshoppers. Take that mustard-box, and see that you git it full. "

Peter and I now took seats, and the conversation began about a blackcow which Peter had to sell, and which the other was willing to buy ifthe old man would trade for sheep, which animals, however, thebasket-mender did not appear just at that time to have in hispossession. As I was not very much interested in this subject, I walkedto the back-door and watched two small boys in scanty shirts andtrousers, and ragged straw hats, who were darting about in the grasscatching grasshoppers, of which insects, judging by the frequent pouncesof the boys, there seemed a plentiful supply. 

"Got it full?" said their father, when the boys came in. 

"Crammed, " said Dan. 

Old Peter took the little can, pressed the top firmly on, put it in hiscoat-tail pocket, and rose to go. "You'd better think about that cow, Barney, " said he. He said nothing to the boys about the box of bait; butI could not let them catch grasshoppers for us for nothing, and I took adime from my pocket, and gave it to Dan. Dan grinned, and Sile lookedsheepishly happy, and at the sight of the piece of silver an expressionof interest came over the face of the father. "Wait a minute, " said he, and he went into a little room that seemed to be a kitchen. Returning, he brought with him a small string of trout. "Do you want to buy somefish?" he said. "These is nice fresh ones. I ketched 'em this mornin'. "

To offer to sell fish to a man who is just about to go out to catch themfor himself might, in most cases, be considered an insult, but it wasquite evident that nothing of the kind was intended by Barney. Heprobably thought that if I bought grasshoppers, I might buy fish. "Youkin have 'em for a quarter, " he said. 

It was derogatory to my pride to buy fish at such a moment, but the manlooked very poor, and there was a shade of anxiety on his face whichtouched me. Old Peter stood by without saying a word. "It might bewell, " I said, turning to him, "to buy these fish, for we may not catchenough for supper. "

"Such things do happen, " said the old man. 

"Well, " said I, "if we have these we shall feel safe in any case. " And Itook the fish and gave the man a quarter. It was not, perhaps, aprofessional act, but the trout were well worth the money, and I feltthat I was doing a deed of charity. 

Old Peter and I now took our rods, and crossed the road into an enclosedfield, and thence into a wide stretch of grass land, bounded by hillsin front of us and to the right, while a thick forest lay to the left. We had walked but a short distance, when Peter said: "I'll go down intothe woods, and try my luck there, and you'd better go along up stream, about a quarter of a mile, to where it's rocky. P'raps you ain't used tofishin' in the woods, and you might git your line cotched. You'll findthe trout'll bite in the rough water. "

"Where is the stream?" I asked. 

"This is it, " he said, pointing to a little brook, which was scarcelytoo wide for me to step across, "and there's fish right here, butthey're hard to ketch, fur they git plenty of good livin' and are mightysassy about their eatin'. But you kin ketch 'em up there. "

Old Peter now went down toward the woods, while I walked up the littlestream. I had seen trout-brooks before, but never one so diminutive asthis. However, when I came nearer to the point where the stream issuedfrom between two of the foot-hills of the mountains, which lifted theirforest-covered heights in the distance, I found it wider and shallower, breaking over its rocky bottom in sparkling little cascades. 

Fishing in such a jolly little stream, surrounded by this mountainscenery, and with the privileges of the beautiful situation all tomyself, would have been a joy to me if I had had never a bite. But nosuch ill-luck befell me. Peter had given me the can of grasshoppersafter putting half of them into his own bait-box, and these I used withmuch success. It was grasshopper season, and the trout were evidently onthe lookout for them. I fished in the ripples under the littlewaterfalls; and every now and then I drew out a lively trout. Most ofthese were of moderate size, and some of them might have been calledsmall. The large ones probably fancied the forest shades, where oldPeter went. But all I caught were fit for the table, and I was very wellsatisfied with the result of my sport. 

About noon I began to feel hungry, and thought it time to look up theold man, who had the lunch-basket. I walked down the bank of the brook, and some time before I reached the woods I came to a place where itexpanded to a width of about ten feet. The water here was very clear, and the motion quiet, so that I could easily see to the bottom, whichdid not appear to be more than a foot below the surface. Gazing intothis transparent water, as I walked, I saw a large trout glide acrossthe stream, and disappear under the grassy bank which overhung theopposite side. I instantly stopped. This was a much larger fish thanany I had caught, and I determined to try for him. 

I stepped back from the bank, so as to be out of sight, and put a finegrasshopper on my hook; then I lay, face downward, on the grass, andworked myself slowly forward until I could see the middle of the stream;then quietly raising my pole, I gave my grasshopper a good swing, as ifhe had made a wager to jump over the stream at its widest part. But ashe certainly would have failed in such an ambitious endeavor, especiallyif he had been caught by a puff of wind, I let him come down upon thesurface of the water, a little beyond the middle of the brook. Grasshoppers do not sink when they fall into the water, and so I keptthis fellow upon the surface, and gently moved him along, as if, withall the conceit taken out of him by the result of his ill-consideredleap, he was ignominiously endeavoring to swim to shore. As I did this, I saw the trout come out from under the bank, move slowly toward thegrasshopper, and stop directly under him. Trembling with anxiety andeager expectation, I endeavored to make the movements of the insectstill more natural, and, as far as I was able, I threw into him a suddenperception of his danger, and a frenzied desire to get away. But, either the trout had had all the grasshoppers he wanted, or he was able, from long experience, to perceive the difference between a naturalexhibition of emotion and a histrionic imitation of it, for he slowlyturned, and, with a few slight movements of his tail, glided back underthe bank. In vain did the grasshopper continue his frantic efforts toreach the shore; in vain did he occasionally become exhausted, and sinka short distance below the surface; in vain did he do everything that heknew, to show that he appreciated what a juicy and delicious morsel hewas, and how he feared that the trout might yet be tempted to seize him;the fish did not come out again. 

Then I withdrew my line, and moved back from the stream. I nowdetermined to try Mr. Trout with a fly, and I took out the paper oldPeter Gruse had given me. I did not know exactly what kind of wingedinsects were in order at this time of the year, but I was sure thatyellow butterflies were not particular about just what month it was, solong as the sun shone warmly. I therefore chose that one of Peter'sflies which was made of the yellowest feathers, and, removing the snoodand hook from my line, I hastily attached this fly, which was providedwith a hook quite suitable for my desired prize. Crouching on thegrass, I again approached the brook. Gaily flitting above the glassysurface of the water, in all the fancied security of tender youth andinnocence, came my yellow fly. Backward and forward over the water hegracefully flew, sometimes rising a little into the air, as if to viewthe varied scenery of the woods and mountains, and then settling for amoment close to the surface, to better inspect his glittering image asit came up from below, and showing in his every movement his intenseenjoyment of summer-time and life. 

Out from his dark retreat now came the trout, and settling quietly atthe bottom of the brook, he appeared to regard the venturesome insectwith a certain interest. But he must have detected the iron-barb of vicebeneath the mask of blitheful innocence, for, after a shortdeliberation, the trout turned and disappeared under the bank. As heslowly moved away, he seemed to be bigger than ever. I must catch thatfish! Surely he would bite at something. It was quite evident that hismind was not wholly unsusceptible to emotions emanating from anawakening appetite, and I believed that if he saw exactly what hewanted, he would not neglect an opportunity of availing himself of it. But what did he want? I must certainly find out. Drawing myself backagain, I took off the yellow fly, and put on another. This was a whiteone, with black blotches, like a big miller moth which had fallen intoan ink-pot. It was surely a conspicuous creature, and as I crept forwardand sent it swooping over the stream, I could not see how any trout, with a single insectivorous tooth in his head, could fail to rise tosuch an occasion. But this trout did not rise. He would not even comeout from under his bank to look at the swiftly flitting creature. Heprobably could see it well enough from where he was. 

But I was not to be discouraged. I put on another fly; a green one witha red tail. It did not look like any insect that I had ever seen, but Ithought that the trout might know more about such things than I. He didcome out to look at it, but probably considering it a product of thatmodern æstheticism which sacrifices natural beauty to mediæval crudenessof color and form, he retired without evincing any disposition tocountenance this style of art. 

It was evident that it would be useless to put on any other flies, forthe two I had left were a good deal bedraggled, and not nearly soattractive as those I had used. Just before leaving the house thatmorning, Peter's son had given me a wooden match-box filled with wormsfor bait, which, although I did not expect to need, I put in my pocket. As a last resort I determined to try the trout with a worm. I selectedthe plumpest and most comely of the lot; I put a new hook on my line; Ilooped him about it in graceful coils, and cautiously approached thewater, as before. Now a worm never attempts to wildly leap across aflowing brook, nor does he flit in thoughtless innocence through thesunny air, and over the bright transparent stream. If he happens to fallinto the water, he sinks to the bottom; and if he be of a kind notsubject to drowning, he generally endeavors to secrete himself under astone, or to burrow in the soft mud. With this knowledge of his nature Igently dropped my worm upon the surface of the stream, and then allowedhim slowly to sink. Out sailed the trout from under the bank, butstopped before reaching the sinking worm. There was a certain somethingin his action which seemed to indicate a disgust at the sight of suchplebeian food, and a fear seized me that he might now swim off, and payno further attention to my varied baits. Suddenly there was a ripple inthe water, and I felt a pull on the line. Instantly I struck; and thenthere was a tug. My blood boiled through every vein and artery, and Isprang to my feet. I did not give him the butt; I did not let him runwith yards of line down the brook; nor reel him in, and let him makeanother mad course up stream; I did not turn him over as he jumped intothe air; nor endeavor, in any way, to show him that I understood thosetricks, which his depraved nature prompted him to play upon the angler. With an absolute dependence upon the strength of old Peter's tackle, Ilifted the fish. Out he came from the water, which held him with agentle suction as if unwilling to let him go, and then he whirledthrough the air like a meteor flecked with rosy fire, and landed on thefresh green grass a dozen feet behind me. Down on my knees I droppedbefore him as he tossed and rolled, his beautiful spots and colorsglistening in the sun. He was truly a splendid trout, fully a foot long, round and heavy. Carefully seizing him, I easily removed the hook fromthe bony roof of his capacious mouth thickly set with sparkling teeth, and then I tenderly killed him, with all his pluck, as old Peter wouldhave said, still in him. 

I covered the rest of the fish in my basket with wet plantain leaves, and laid my trout king on this cool green bed. Then I hurried off to theold man, whom I saw coming out of the woods. When I opened my basket andshowed him what I had caught, Peter looked surprised, and, taking upthe trout, examined it. 

"Why, this is a big fellow, " he said. "At first I thought it was BarneySloat's boss trout, but it isn't long enough for him. Barney showed mehis trout, that gen'rally keeps in a deep pool, where a tree has fallenover the stream down there. Barney tells me he often sees him, and he'sbeen tryin' fur two years to ketch him, but he never has, and I say henever will, fur them big trout's got too much sense to fool round anykind of victuals that's got a string to it. They let a little fish eatall he wants, and then they eat him. How did you ketch this one?"

I gave an account of the manner of the capture, to which Peter listenedwith interest and approval. 

"If you'd a stood off and made a cast at that feller, you'd either havecaught him at the first flip, which isn't likely, as he didn't seem towant no feather flies, or else you'd a skeered him away. That's all wellenough in the tumblin' water, where you gen'rally go fur trout, but theman that's got the true feelin' fur fish will try to suit his idees totheirs, and if he keeps on doin' that, he's like to learn a thing or twothat may do him good. That's a fine fish, and you ketched him well. I'vegot a lot of 'em, but nothin' of that heft. "

After luncheon we fished for an hour or two with no result worthrecording, and then we started for home. A couple of partridges ranacross the road some distance ahead of us, and these gave Peter an idea. 

"Do you know, " said he, "if things go on as they're goin' on now, thatthere'll come a time when it won't be considered high-toned sport toshoot a bird slam-bang dead. The game gunners will pop 'em with littleharpoons, with long threads tied to 'em, and the feller that can tireout his bird, and haul him in with the longest and thinnest piece ofspool thread, will be the crackest sportsman. "

At this point I remarked to my companion that perhaps he was a littlehard on the game fishermen. 

"Well, " said old Peter, with a smile on his corrugated visage, "I reckonI'd have to do a lot of talkin' before I'd git even with 'em, fur theway they give me the butt for my style of fishin'. What I say behindtheir backs I say to their faces. I seed one of these fellers once witha fish on his hook, that he was runnin' up an' down the stream like achased chicken. 'Why don't you pull him in?' says I. 'And break my rodan' line?' says he. 'Why don't you have a stronger line and pole?' saysI. 'There wouldn't be no science in that, ' says he. 'If it's yourscience you want to show off, ' says I, 'you ought to fish for mud eels. There's more game in 'em than there is in any other fish round here, andas they're mighty lively out of water you might play one of 'em fur halfan hour after you got him on shore, and it would take all your scienceto keep him from reelin' up his end of the line faster than you couldyourn. '"

When we reached the farm the old man went into the barn, and I took thefish into the house. I found the two pretty daughters in the large room, where the eating and some of the cooking was done. I opened my basket, and with great pride showed them the big trout I had caught. Theyevidently thought it was a large fish, but they looked at each other, and smiled in a way that I did not understand. I had expected from them, at least, as much admiration for my prize and my skill as their fatherhad shown. 

"You don't seem to think much of this fine trout that I took suchtrouble to catch, " I remarked. 

"You mean, " said the elder girl, with a laugh, "that you bought ofBarney Sloat. "

I looked at her in astonishment. 

"Barney was along here to-day, " she said, "and he told about your buyingyour fish of him. "

"Bought of him!" I exclaimed, indignantly. "A little string of fish atthe bottom of the basket I bought of him, but all the others, and thisbig one, I caught myself. "

"Oh, of course, " said the pretty daughter, "bought the little ones andcaught all the big ones!"

"Barney Sloat ought to have kept his mouth shut, " said the youngerpretty daughter, looking at me with an expression of pity. "He'd got hismoney, and he hadn't no business to go telling on people. Nobody likesthat sort of thing. But this big fish is a real nice one, and you shallhave it for your supper. "

"Thank you, " I said, with dignity, and left the room. 

I did not intend to have any further words with these young women onthis subject, but I cannot deny that I was annoyed and mortified. Thiswas the result of a charitable action. I think I was never more proud ofanything than of catching that trout; and it was a good deal of adownfall to suddenly find myself regarded as a mere city man fishingwith a silver hook. But, after all, what did it matter?

The boy who did not seem to be accounted a member of the family cameinto the house, and as he passed me he smiled good-humoredly, and said:"Buyed 'em!"

I felt like throwing a chair at him, but refrained out of respect to myhost. Before supper the old man came out on to the porch where I wassitting. "It seems, " said he, "that my gals has got it inter their headsthat you bought that big fish of Barney Sloat, and as I can't say I seedyou ketch it, they're not willin' to give in, 'specially as I didn't gitno such big one. 'Tain't wise to buy fish when you're goin' fishin'yourself. It's pretty certain to tell agen you. "

"You ought to have given me that advice before, " I said, somewhatshortly. "You saw me buy the fish. "

"You don't s'pose, " said old Peter, "that I'm goin' to say anythin' tokeep money out of my neighbor's pockets. We don't do that way in theseparts. But I've told the gals they're not to speak another word aboutit, so you needn't give your mind no worry on that score. And now let'sgo in to supper. If you're as hungry as I am, there won't be many ofthem fish left fur breakfast. "

That evening, as we were sitting smoking on the porch, old Peter's mindreverted to the subject of the unfounded charge against me. "It goespretty hard, " he remarked, "to have to stand up and take a thing youdon' like when there's no call fur it. It's bad enough when there is acall fur it. That matter about your fish buyin' reminds me of whathappened two summers ago to my sister, or ruther to her two littleboys--or, more correct yit, to one of 'em. Them was two cur'ous littleboys. They was allus tradin' with each other. Their father deals mostlyin horses, and they must have got it from him. At the time I'm tellin'of they'd traded everythin' they had, and when they hadn't nothin' elseleft to swap they traded names. Joe he took Johnny's name, and Johnny hetook Joe's. Jist about when they'd done this, they both got sick withsumthin' or other, the oldest one pretty bad, the other not much. Nowthere ain't no doctor inside of twenty miles of where my sister lives. But there's one who sometimes has a call to go through that part of thecountry, and the people about there is allus very glad when they chanceto be sick when he comes along. Now this good luck happened to mysister, fur the doctor come by jist at this time. He looks into thestate of the boys, and while their mother has gone downstairs he mixessome medicine he has along with him. 'What's your name?' he says to theoldest boy when he'd done it. Now as he'd traded names with his brother, fair and square, he wasn't goin' back on the trade, and he said, 'Joe. ''And my name's Johnny, ' up and says the other one. Then the doctor hegoes and gives the bottle of medicine to their mother, and says he:'This medicine is fur Joe. You must give him a tablespoonful every twohours. Keep up the treatment, and he'll be all right. As fur Johnny, there's nothin' much the matter with him. He don't need no medicine. 'And then he went away. Every two hours after that Joe, who wasn't sickworth mentionin', had to swallow a dose of horrid stuff, and pretty soonhe took to his bed, and Johnny he jist played round and got well in thenat'ral way. Joe's mother kept up the treatment, gittin' up in the nightto feed that stuff to him; but the poor little boy got wuss and wuss, and one mornin' he says to his mother, says he: 'Mother, I guess I'mgoin' to die, and I'd ruther do that than take any more of thatmedicine, and I wish you'd call Johnny and we'll trade names back agen, and if he don't want to come and do it, you kin tell him he kin keep theold minkskin I gave him to boot, on account of his name havin' a Wesleyin it. ' 'Trade names, ' says his mother, 'what do you mean by that?' Andthen he told her what he and Johnny had done. 'And did you ever tellanybody about this?' says she. 'Nobody but Dr. Barnes, ' says he. 'Afterthat I got sick and forgot it. ' When my sister heard that, an ideestruck into her like you put a fork into an apple dumplin'. Tradednames, and told the doctor! She'd all along thought it strange that theboy that seemed wuss should be turned out, and the other one put undertreatment; but it wasn't fur her to set up her opinion agen that of aman like Dr. Barnes. Down she went, in about seventeen jumps, to whereEli Timmins, the hired man, was ploughin' in the corn. 'Take that horseout of that, ' she hollers, 'and you may kill him if you have to, but gitDr. Barnes here before my little boy dies. ' When the doctor come heheard the story, and looked at the sick youngster, and then says he: 'Ifhe'd kept his minkskin, and not hankered after a Wesley to his name, he'd a had a better time of it. Stop the treatment, and he'll be allright. ' Which she did; and he was. Now it seems to me that this is agood deal like your case. You've had to take a lot of medicine thatdidn't belong to you, and I guess it's made you feel pretty bad; butI've told my gals to stop the treatment, and you'll be all right in themornin'. Good-night. Your candlestick is on the kitchen table. "

For two days longer I remained in this neighborhood, wandering aloneover the hills, and up the mountain-sides, and by the brooks, whichtumbled and gurgled through the lonely forest. Each evening I broughthome a goodly supply of trout, but never a great one like the noblefellow for which I angled in the meadow stream. 

On the morning of my departure I stood on the porch with old Peterwaiting for the arrival of the mail driver, who was to take me to thenearest railroad town. 

"I don't want to say nothin', " remarked the old man, "that would keepthem fellers with the jinted poles from stoppin' at my house when theycomes to these parts a-fishin'. I ain't got no objections to theirpoles; 'tain't that. And I don't mind nuther their standin' off, andthrowin' their flies as fur as they've a mind to; that's not it. And itain't even the way they have of worryin' their fish. I wouldn't do itmyself, but if they like it, that's their business. But what does rileme is the cheeky way in which they stand up and say that there isn't nodecent way of fishin' but their way. And that to a man that's ketchedmore fish, of more different kinds, with more game in 'em, and had morefun at it, with a lot less money, and less tomfoolin' than any fishin'feller that ever come here and talked to me like an old cat tryin' toteach a dog to ketch rabbits. No, sir; agen I say that I don't take nomoney fur entertainin' the only man that ever come out here to goa-fishin' in a plain, Christian way. But if you feel tetchy about notpayin' nothin', you kin send me one of them poles in three pieces, agood strong one, that'll lift Barney Sloat's trout, if ever I hook him. "

I sent him the rod; and next summer I am going out to see him use it.