a mortal antipathy-第13部分

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lifetime；　I　saw　a　white　canoe　making　toward　me；　and　I　knew　that　our

shy　young　gentleman　was　coming　to　help　me；　and　that　we　should　become

acquainted　without　an　introduction。　　So　it　was；　sure　enough。　　He　saw

what　the　trouble　was；　managed　to　disentangle　my　feet　without　drowning

me　in　the　process　or　upsetting　his　little　flimsy　craft；　and；　as　I　was

somewhat　tired　with　my　struggle；　took　me　in　tow　and　carried　me　to　the

landing　where　he　kept　his　canoe。　　I　can't　say　that　there　is　anything

odd　about　his　manners　or　his　way　of　talk。　　I　judge　him　to　be　a　native

of　one　of　our　Northern　States；perhaps　a　New　Englander。　　He　has

lived　abroad　during　some　parts　of　his　life。　　He　is　not　an　artist；　as

it　was　at　one　time　thought　he　might　be。　　He　is　a　good…looking　fellow；

well　developed；　manly　in　appearance；　with　nothing　to　excite　special

remark　unless　it　be　a　certain　look　of　anxiety　or　apprehension　which

comes　over　him　from　time　to　time。　　You　remember　our　old　friend　Squire

B。；　whose　companion　was　killed　by　lightning　when　he　was　standing

close　to　him。　　You　know　the　look　he　had　whenever　anything　like　a

thundercloud　came　up　in　the　sky。　　Well；　I　should　say　there　was　a　look

like　that　came　over　this　Maurice　Kirkwood's　face　every　now　and　then。

I　noticed　that　he　looked　round　once　or　twice　as　if　to　see　whether

some　object　or　other　was　in　sight。　　There　was　a　little　rustling　in

the　grass　as　if　of　footsteps；　and　this　look　came　over　his　features。

A　rabbit　ran　by　us；　and　I　watched　to　see　if　he　showed　any　sign　of

that　antipathy　we　have　heard　so　much　of；　but　he　seemed　to　be　pleased

watching　the　creature。



〃If　you　ask　me　what　my　opinion　is　about　this　Maurice　Kirkwood；　I

think　he　is　eccentric　in　his　habit　of　life；　but　not　what　they　call　a

'crank'　exactly。　　He　talked　well　enough　about　such　matters　as　we

spoke　of；the　lake；　the　scenery　in　general；　the　climate。　　I　asked

him　to　come　over　and　take　a　look　at　the　college。　　He　did　n't　promise；

but　I　should　not　be　surprised　if　I　should　get　him　over　there　some

day。　　I　asked　him　why　he　did　n't　go　to　the　Pansophian　meetings。　　He

did　n't　give　any　reason；　but　he　shook　his　head　in　a　very　peculiar

way；　as　much　as　to　say　that　it　was　impossible。



〃On　the　whole；　I　think　it　is　nothing　more　than　the　same　feeling　of

dread　of　human　society；　or　dislike　for　it；　which　under　the　name　of

religion　used　to　drive　men　into　caves　and　deserts。　　What　a　pity　that

Protestantism　does　not　make　special　provision　for　all　the　freaks　of

individual　character！　　If　we　had　a　little　more　faith　and　a　few　more

caverns；　or　convenient　places　for　making　them；　we　should　have　hermits

in　these　holes　as　thick　as　woodchucks　or　prairie　dogs。　　I　should　like

to　know　if　you　never　had　the　feeling；



　　　　　'Oh；　that　the　desert　were　my　dwelling…place！'



I　know　what　your　answer　will　be；　of　course。　　You　will　say；

'Certainly；



　　　　　'With　one　fair　spirit　for　my　minister；〃'



but　I　mean　alone；all　alone。　　Don't　you　ever　feel　as　if　you　should

like　to　have　been　a　pillar…saint　in　the　days　when　faith　was　as　strong

as　lye　（spelt　with　a　y）；　instead　of　being　as　weak　as　dish…water？

（Jerry　is　looking　over　my　shoulder；　and　says　this　pun　is　too　bad　to

send；　and　a　disgrace　to　the　Universitybut　never　mind。）　I　often　feel

as　if　I　should　like　to　roost　on　a　pillar　a　hundred　feet　high；yes；

and　have　it　soaped　from　top　to　bottom。　　Wouldn't　it　be　fun　to　look

down　at　the　bores　and　the　duns？　　Let　us　get　up　a　pillar…roosters'

association。　　（Jerrystill　looking　over　says　there　is　an　absurd

contradiction　in　the　idea。）



〃What　a　matter…of…fact　idiot　Jerry　is！



〃How　do　you　like　looking　over；　Mr。　Inspector　general？〃



The　reader　will　not　get　much　information　out　of　this　lively　young

fellow's　letter；　but　he　may　get　a　little。　　It　is　something　to　know

that　the　mysterious　resident　of　Arrowhead　Village　did　not　look　nor

talk　like　a　crazy　person；　that　he　was　of　agreeable　aspect　and

address；　helpful　when　occasion　offered；　and　had　nothing　about　him；　so

far　as　yet　appeared；　to　prevent　his　being　an　acceptable　member　of

society。



Of　course　the　people　in　the　village　could　never　be　contented　without

learning　everything　there　was　to　be　learned　about　their　visitor。　　All

the　city　papers　were　examined　for　advertisements。　　If　a　cashier　had

absconded；　if　a　broker　had　disappeared；　if　a　railroad　president　was

missing；　some　of　the　old　stories　would　wake　up　and　get　a　fresh

currency；　until　some　new　circumstance　gave　rise　to　a　new　hypothesis。

Unconscious　of　all　these　inquiries　and　fictions；　Maurice　Kirkwood

lived　on　in　his　inoffensive　and　unexplained　solitude；　and　seemed

likely　to　remain　an　unsolved　enigma。　　The　〃Sachem〃　of　the　boating

girls　became　the　〃Sphinx　〃　of　the　village　ramblers；　and　it　was　agreed

on　all　hands　that　Egypt　did　not　hold　any　hieroglyphics　harder　to　make

out　than　the　meaning　of　this　young　man's　odd　way　of　living。









V



THE　ENIGMA　STUDIED。



It　was　a　curious；　if　it　was　not　a　suspicious；　circumstance　that　a

young　man；　seemingly　in　good　health；　of　comely　aspect；　looking　as　if

made　for　companionship；　should　keep　himself　apart　from　all　the　world

around　him　in　a　place　where　there　was　a　general　feeling　of　good

neighborhood　and　a　pleasant　social　atmosphere。　　The　Public　Library

was　a　central　point　which　brought　people　together。　　The　Pansophian

Society　did　a　great　deal　to　make　them　acquainted　with　each　other　for

many　of　the　meetings　were　open　to　outside　visitors；　and　the　subjects

discussed　in　the　meetings　furnished　the　material　for　conversation　in

their　intervals。　　A　card　of　invitation　had　been　sent　by　the　Secretary

to　Maurice；　in　answer　to　which　Paolo　carried　back　a　polite　note　of

regret。　　The　paper　had　a　narrow　rim　of　black；　implying　apparently

some　loss　of　relative　or　friend；　but　not　any　very　recent　and　crushing

bereavement。　　This　refusal　to　come　to　the　meetings　of　the　society　was

only　what　was　expected。　　It　was　proper　to　ask　him；　but　his　declining

the　invitation　showed　that　he　did　not　wish　for　attentions　or

courtesies。　　There　was　nothing　further　to　be　done　to　bring　him　out　of

his　shell；　and　seemingly　nothing　more　to　be　learned　about　him　at

present。



In　this　state　of　things　it　was　natural　that　all　which　had　been

previously　gathered　by　the　few　who　had　seen　or　known　anything　of　him

should　be　worked　over　again。　　When　there　is　no　new　ore　to　be　dug；　the

old　refuse　heaps　are　looked　over　for　what　may　still　be　found　in　them。

The　landlord　of　the　Anchor　Tavern；　now　the　head　of　the　boarding…

house；　talked　about　Maurice；　as　everybody　in　the　village　did　at　one

time　or　another。　　He　had　not　much　to　say；　but　he　added　a　fact　or　two。



The　young　gentleman　was　good　pay；so　they　all　said。　　Sometimes　he

paid　in　gold；　sometimes　in　fresh　bills；　just　out　of　the　bank。　　He

trusted　his　man；　Mr。　Paul；　with　the　money　to　pay　his　bills。　　He　knew

something　about　horses；　he　showed　that　by　the　way　he　handled　that

colt；the　one　that　threw　the　hostler　and　broke　his　collar…bone。

〃Mr。　Paul　come　down　to　the　stable。　　'Let　me　see　that　cult　you　all

'fraid　of；'　says　he。　　'My　master；　he　ride　any　hoss；'　says　Paul。　　'You

saddle　him；'　says　be；　and　so　they　did；　and　Paul；　he　led　that　colt

the　kickinest　and　ugliest　young　beast　you　ever　see　in　your　lifeup

to　the　place　where　his　master；　as　he　calls　him；　and　he　lives。　　What

does　that　Kirkwood　do　but　clap　on　a　couple　of　long　spurs　and　jump　on

to　that　colt's　back；　and　off　the　beast　goes；　tail　up；　heels　flying；

standing　up　on　end；　trying　all　sorts　of　capers；　and　at　last　going　it

full　run　for　a　couple　of　miles；　till　he'd　got　about　enough　of　it。

That　colt　went　off　as　ferce　as　a　wild…cat；　and　come　back　as　quiet　as

a　cosset　lamb。　　A　man　that　pays　his　bills　reg'lar；　in　good　money；　and

knows　how　to　handle　a　hoss　is　three　quarters　of　a　gentleman；　if　he　is

n't　a　whole　one；and　most　likely　he　is　a　whole　one。〃



So　spake　the　patriarch　of　the　Anchor　Tavern。　　His　wife　had　already

given　her　favorable　opinion　of　her　former　guest。　　She　now　added

something　to　her　description　as　a　sequel　to　her　husband's　remarks。



〃I　call　him；〃　she　said；　〃about　as　likely　a　young　gentleman　as　ever　I

clapped　my　eyes　on。　　He　is　rather　slighter　than　I　like　to　see　a　young

man　of　his　age；　if　he　was　my　sun；　I　should　like　to　see　him　a　little

more　fleshy。　　I　don't　believe　he　weighs　more　than　a　hundred　and

thirty　or　forty　pounds。　　Did　y'　ever　look　at　those　eyes　of　his；

M'randy？　　Just　as　blue　as　succory　flowers。　　I　do　like　those　light…

complected　young　fellows；　with　their　fresh　cheeks　and　their　curly

hair；　somehow；　curly　hair　doos　set　off　anybody's　face。　　He　is　n't　any

foreigner；　for　all　that　he　talks　Italian　with　that　Mr。　Paul　that's

his　help。　　He　looks　just　like　our　kind　of　folks；　the　college　kind；

that's　brought　up　among　books；　and　is　handling　'em；　and　reading　of

'em；　and　making　of　'em；　as　like　as　not；　all　their　lives。　　All　that

you　say　about　his　riding　the　mad　colt　is　just　what　I　should　think　he

was　up　to；　for　he's　as　spry　as　a　squirrel；　you　ought　to　see　him　go

over　that　fence；　as　I　did　once。　　I　don't　believe　there's　any　harm　in

that　young　gentleman；I　don't　care　what　people　say。　　I　suppose　he

likes　this　place　just　as　other　people　like　it；　and　cares　more　for

walking　in　the　woods　and　paddling　about　in　the　water　than　he　doos　for

company；　and　if　he　doos；　whose　business　is　it；　I　should　like　to

know？〃



The　third　of　the　speakers　was　Miranda；　who　had　her　own　way　of　judging

people。



〃I　never　see　him　but　two　or　three　times；〃　Miranda　said。　　〃I　should

like　to　have　waited　on　him；　and　got　a　chance　to　look　stiddy　at　him

when　he　was　eatin'　his　vittles。　　That　's　the　time　to　watch　folks；

when　their　jaws　get　a…goin'　and　their　eyes　are　on　what's　afore　'em。

Do　you　remember　that　chap　the　sheriff　come　and　took　away　when　we　kep'

tahvern？　　Eleven　year　ago　it　was；　come　nex'　Thanksgivin'　time。　　A

mighty　grand　gentleman　from　the　City　he　set　up　for。　　I　watched　him；

and　I　watched　him。　　Says　I；　I　don't　believe　you