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made his statements in such a matter-of-fact have related, in one century or another, of way, that I listened to him with the same my subsequent experiences, has given rise fascinated attention I had given to the theory to the tradition of that very unpleasant Jew of telegraphy without wires, when it was first of whom Eugène Sue and many others have propounded to me. In fact, I had been so in- made good use. It is very natural that there fluenced by his own conviction of the truth should be legends about people who in some of what he said that I had been on the point way or other are enabled to live forever. In of asking him if Abraham had really had all ages there have been individuals who anything to do with the building of the Islam have desired earthly immortality, or suptemple, but had been checked by the thought posed they desired it; and when people of the utter absurdity of supposing that this want things, there will always be legends to man sitting in front of me could possibly suit their fancy. If De Soto and his comknow anything about it. But now I spoke. panions had mysteriously disappeared during I did not want him to suppose that I believed their expedition in search of the Fountain anything he said, nor did I really intend to of Youth, there would be stories now about humor him in his insane retrospections; but rejuvenated Spaniards who are wandering what he had said suggested to me the very about the earth, and would always conapropos remark that one might suppose he tinue to wander. But the Fountain of had been giving a new version of the story Youth is not a desirable water-supply, and a of the Wandering Jew.
young person who should find such a pool At this he sat up very straight, on the would do well to wait until he had arrived at extreme edge of his chair; his eyes sparkled. maturity before entering upon an existence
"You must excuse me,” he said, “but for of indefinite continuance. twenty seconds I am going to be angry. I “But I must go on with my story,” said can't help it. It is n't your fault, but that he. “At one time I made myself a home, and remark always enrages me. I expect it, of remained in it for many, many years without course, but it makes my blood boil, all the making any change. I became a sort of hersame."
mit, and lived in a rocky cave. I allowed my “Then you have told your story before?” hair and beard to grow, so that people really I said.
thought I was getting older and older; and “Of course I have," he answered. “I have at last I acquired the reputation of a protold it often before. Some have believed phet, and was held in veneration by a great it, some have not; but, believers or dis- many religious people. Of course I could not believers, all have died and disappeared. prophesy, but as I had such a vast deal of Their opinions are nothing to me. You are experience I was able to predicate intellithe only living being who knows my story.” gently something about the future from my
I was going to ask a question here, but he knowledge of the past. I became famed as did not give me a chance. He was very much a wonderful seer, and there were a great moved.
many curious stories told about me. "I hate that Wandering Jew,"said he,“ or, “Among my visitors at that time was Moses. I should say, I despise the thin film of a tradi- He had heard of me, and came to see what tion from which he was constructed. There manner of man I was. We became very well never was a Wandering Jew. There could acquainted. He was a man anxious to obtain not have been; it is impossible to conceive information, and he asked me questions of a human being sent forth to wander in which embarrassed me very much; but I do wretchedness forever. Moreover, suppose not know that he suspected I had lived bethere had been such a man, what a poor, yond the ordinary span of life. There are a modern creature he would be compared with good many traditions about this visit of me! Even now he would be less than two Moses, some of which are extant at the thousand years old. You must excuse my present day; but these, of course, are the perturbation, but I am sure that during the result of what might be called cumulative whole of the Christian era I have never told imagination. Many of them are of Moslem my story to any one who did not, in some origin, and the great Arabian historian way or other, make an absurd or irritating Tabari has related some of them. reference to the Wandering Jew. I have "I learned a great deal while I lived in often thought, and I have no doubt I am this cave, both from scholars and from right, that the ancient story of my adven- nature; but at last new generations arose tures as Kroudhr, the Vizier of the Two- who did not honor or even respect me, and horned Alexander, combined with what I by some I was looked upon as a fraudulent
successor to the old prophet of whom their allows me to adapt myself to various condiancestors had told them, and I thought it tions, and my habits of prudence prevent me prudent to leave."
from seeking to occupy any position which My interest in this man's extraordinary may be dangerous to me by making me contissue of retrospection was increasing, and spicuous, and from which I could not easily I felt that I must not doubt or deny; to do retire when I believe the time has come to so would be to break the spell, to close the do so. I have been almost everything; I have book.
even been a soldier. But I have never taken “Did it not sometimes fill you with horror up arms except when obliged to do so, and I to think that you must live forever?” I asked. have known as little of war as possible. No
“Yes,” he answered; “ that has happened weapon or missile could kill me, but I have to me; but such feelings have long, long a great regard for my arms and legs. I have passed away. If you could have lived as I been a ruler of men, but I have trembled in have, and had seen the world change from my high estate. I feared the populace. They what it was when I was born to what it is could do everything except take my life. now, you would understand how a man of my Therefore I made it a point to abdicate disposition, a man of my overpowering love when the skies were clear. In such cases I of knowledge, love of discovery, love of im- set out on journeys from which I never provement, love of progress of all kinds, returned. would love to live. In fact, if I were now to “I have also lived the life of the lowly; I be told that at the end of five thousand years have drawn water, and I have hewn wood. I must expire and cease, it would fill me with By the way, that reminds me of a little ingloom. Having seen so much, I expect more cident which may interest you. I was emthan most men are capable of comprehend- ployed in the East India House at the time ing. And I shall see it all-see the centuries Charles Lamb was a clerk there. It was not unfold, behold the wonderful things of the long after he had begun to contribute his future arise! The very thought of it fills me Elia essays to the London Magazine.' I had with inexpressible joy."
read some of them, and was interested in For a few moments he remained silent. I the man. I met him several times in the could understand the state of his mind, no corridors or on the stairways, and one day I matter how those mental conditions had was going up-stairs, carrying a hod of coals, been brought about.
as he was coming down. Looking up at him, “But you must not suppose,” he continued, I made a misstep, and came near dropping a "that this earthly immortality is without its portion of my burden. 'My good man,' said pains, its fears, I may say its horrors. It is he, with a queer smile, “if you would learn to precisely on account of all these that I am carry your coals as well as you carry your age now talking to you. The knowledge that my you would do well.' I don't remember what life is always safe, no matter in what peril Í I said in reply; but I know I thought if may be, does not relieve me from anxiety and Charles Lamb could be made aware of my apprehension of evil. It would be a curse to real age he would abandon Elia and devote live if I were not in sound physical condition; himself to me.” it would be a curse to live as a slave; it would “ It is a pity you did not tell him,” I now be a curse to live in a dungeon. I have known suggested. vicissitudes and hardships of every kind, but “No,” replied my host. “He might have I have been fortunate enough to preserve been interested, but he could not have apmyself whole and unscathed, in spite of the preciated it, even if I had told him everydangers I have incurred.
thing. He would not really have known my “I often think from what a terrible fate I age, for he would not have believed me. I saved my master, Alexander of the two might have found myself in a lunatic asylum. horns. If he had found the fountain he I never saw Lamb again, and very soon after might have enjoyed his power and dominion that meeting I came to America." for a few generations. Then he would have “There are two points about your story been thrown down, cast out, and even if he that I do not comprehend,” said I (and as I had escaped miseries which I cannot bear to spoke I could not help the thought that in mention, he never could have regained his reality I did not comprehend any of it). “In high throne. He would have been condemned the first place, I don't see how you could live to live forever in a station for which he was for a generation or two in one place and then not fitted.
go off to an entirely new locality. I should “It is very different with me. My nature think there were not enough inhabited spots
SAt wrongs and cruelties it had not known
in the world to accommodate you in such the impression that I intended to return; and extensive changes."
I would have been glad to take the portrait Mr. Crowder smiled. “I don't wonder you with me, but I had no opportunity. It was ask that question,” he said; “ but in fact it in 1503 that I returned to Florence, and as was not always necessary for me to seek new soon as I could I visited the stately mansion places. There are towns in which I have where I had once lived, and there in the taken up my residence many times. But as gallery still hung the portrait. This was I arrived each time as a stranger from afar, an unsatisfactory discovery, for I might and as these sojourns were separated by wish at some future time to settle again in many years, there was no one to suppose Florence, and I had hoped that the portrait me to be a person who had lived in that had faded, or that it had been destroyed; place a century or two before.”
but Cimabue painted too well, and his work Then you never had your portrait was then held in high value, without repainted," I remarked.
gard to his subject. Finding myself en"Oh, yes, I have,” he replied. "Toward tirely alone in the gallery, I cut that picthe close of the thirteenth century I was ture from its frame; I concealed it under living in Florence, being at that time mar- my cloak, and when I reached my lodging ried to a lady of wealthy family, and she in- I utterly destroyed it. I did not feel that sisted upon my having my portrait painted I was committing any crime in doing this; by Cimabue, who, as you know, was the mas- I had ordered and paid for that picture, ter of Giotto. After my wife's death I de- and I felt that I had a right to do what I parted from Florence, leaving behind me pleased with it.”
(To be concluded.)
BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR.
But for this fearless woman's voice alone.
She spoke to consciences that long had slept:
From heedless hovel to complacent throne.
And from its sheath the sword of justice leapt.
But both came forth transfigured from the flame.
Blest be the hand that dared be strong to save,
Prophet and priestess! At one stroke she gave
BY F. MARION CRAWFORD,
down, some dazzling bright, some rosy-col
ored, some, far to eastward, already purple, HE sun was setting on the fifth day streamed across the pale sky in the mystic
of May, in the year of our Lord's figure of a vast wing, as if some great archgrace eleven hundred and forty- angel hovered below the horizon, pointing
five. In the little garden between one jeweled pinion to the firmament, the the outer wall and the moat of Stoke Regis other down and unseen in his low flight. Manor, a lady slowly walked along the nar- Just above the feathery oak-trees, behind row path between high rose-bushes trained which the sun had dipped, long streamers of upon the masonry, and a low flower-bed, di- red and yellow and more imperial purple vided into many little squares, planted al- shot out to right and left. Above the moat's ternately with fowers and sweet herbs on broad water, the quick, dark May-flies chased one side, and bordered with budding violets one another, in dashes of straight lines, on the other. From the line where the flowers through the rosy haze; and as the sinking ended, spiked rushes grew in sharp disorder sun shot a last farewell glance between the to the edge of the deep-green water in the trunks of the oak-trees on the knoll, the moat. Beyond the water stretched the close- lady stood still, and turned her smooth cropped sward; then came great oak-trees, features to the light. There was curiosity shadowy still in their spring foliage; and in her look, expectation and some anxiety, then corn-land and meadow-land, in long but there was no longing. A month had green waves of rising tilth and pasture, as passed since Raymond Warde had ridden far as a man could see.
away with his half-dozen squires and serThe sun was setting, and the level rays vants to do homage to the Empress Maud. reddened the lady's golden hair, and fired Her court was, indeed, little more than a the softness of her clear blue eyes. She show, and Stephen ruled in wrongful poswalked with a certain easy undulation, in session of the land; but here and there a which there were both strength and grace; sturdy and honest knight was still to be and though she could barely have been found, who might, perhaps, be brought to do called young, none would have dared to say homage for his lands to King Stephen, but that she was past maturity. Features which who would have felt that he was a traitor, had been coldly perfect and hard in early and no true man, had he not rendered the youth, and which might grow sharp in old homage of fealty to the unhappy lady who age, were smoothed and rounded in the full was his rightful sovereign. And one of these fruit-time of life's summer. As the gold was Raymond Warde, whose great-granddeepened in the mellow air, and tinged the father had ridden with Robert the Devil to lady's hair and eyes, it wrought in her face Jerusalem, and had been with him when he changes of which she knew nothing. The died in Nicæa; and his grandsire had been beauty of a white-marble statue suddenly in the thick of the press at Hastings, with changed to burnished gold might be beauty William of Normandy, wherefore he had restill, but of different expression and mean- ceived the lands and lordship of Stoke Regis ing. There is always something devilish in in Hertfordshire; and his name is on the the too great profusion of precious metal – Battle Abbey Roll to this day. something that suggests greed, spoil, gain, During ten years Stephen of Blois had and all that he lives for who strives for reigned over England with varying fortune, wealth; and sometimes, by the mere absence alternately victor and vanquished, now holdof gold or silver, there is dignity, simplicity, ing his great enemy, Robert of Gloucester, even solemnity.
a prisoner and hostage, now himself in the Above the setting sun, tens of thousands empress's power, loaded with chains, and of little clouds, as light and fleecy as swan’s- languishing in the keep of Bristol Castle.
1 Copyright, 1898, by F. Marion Crawford.
Yet of late the tide had turned in his favor; full ripe fruit while the dazed courtiers who and though Gloucester still kept up the show looked on could count fivescore. of warfare for his half-sister's sake,-as, in Thither, as to a general trysting-place, deed, he fought for her so long as he had the few loyal knights and barons went up to breath,- the worst of the civil war was over; do homage to their sovereign lady, and to the partizans of the empress had lost faith grasp the hand of the bravest and gentlest in her sovereignty, and her cause was but man who trod English ground; and thither, lingering in the shadow of death. The nobles with the rest, Raymond Warde was gone, of England had judged Stephen's character with his only son, Gilbert, then only eighteen from the hour in which King Henry died, years of age, whom this chronicle chiefly and they knew him to be a brave soldier, a concerns; and Raymond's wife, the Lady desperate fighter, an indulgent man, and a Goda, was left in the manor house of Stoke weak ruler.
Regis, under the guard of a dozen men-atFinding themselves confronted by a arms, mostly stiff-jointed veterans of King usurper who had no great talent to rec- Henry's wars, and under the more effectual ommend him, nor much political strength protection of several hundred sturdy bondbehind his brilliant personal courage, their men and yeomen, devoted, body and soul, to first instinct was to refuse submission to his their master, and ready to die for his blood authority, and to drive him out as an im- or kin. For throughout Hertfordshire and postor. It was not until they had been Essex and Kent there dwelt no Norman chilled and disappointed by the scornful baron nor any earl who was beloved of his coldness of the empress-queen's imperious Saxon people as was the Lord of Stoke; bearing that they saw how much pleasanter wherefore his lady felt herself safe in his it would be to rule Stephen than to serve absence, though she knew well enough that Maud. Yet Gloucester was powerful, and, only a small part of that devotion was for with his feudal retainers and devoted fol- herself. lowers and a handful of loyal independent There are people who seem able to go knights, he was still able to hold Oxford, through life, with profit to themselves, if Gloucester, and the northernmost part of not to others, by a sort of vicarious grace Berkshire for his sister.
arising out of the devotion wasted on them Now, in the early spring of this present by their nearest and dearest, and dependent year, the great earl had gone forth, with his upon the success, the honor, and the repufollowers and a host of masons and laboring- tation of those who cherish them. The Lady men, to build a new castle on the height by Goda set down to her own full credit the Farringdon, where good King Alfred had faithful attachment which her husband's carved the great white horse by tearing the Saxon swains not only felt for him, but turf from the chalky hill, for an everlast- owed him in return for his unchanging ing record of victory. Broadly and boldly kindness and impartial justice; and she took Gloucester had traced the outer wall and bas- the deserts to herself, as such people will, tions, the second rampart within that, and the with a whole-souled determination to believe vast fortress which was to be thus trebly that it was her due, though she knew that protected. The building was to be the work she deserved none of it. of weeks, not months, and, if it were possible, She had married Raymond Warde withof days rather than of weeks. The whole out loving him, being ambitious of his name was to be a strong outpost for a fresh ad- and honors, when his future had seemed vance, and neither gold nor labor was to be brilliant in the days of good King Henry. spared in the execution of the plan. Glouces- She had borne him an only son, who worter pitched his sister's camp and his own shiped her with a chivalric devotion that tent upon the grassy eminence that faced was almost childlike in its blindness; and the castle. Thence he himself directed and the most that she could feel, in return, was commanded, and thence the Empress Maud, a sort of motherly vanity in his outward besitting beneath the lifted awning of her im- ing; and this he accepted as love, though it perial tent, could see the gray stone rising, was as far from that as devotion to self is course upon course, string upon string, block from devotion to another-as greed is far upon block, at a rate that reminded her of from generosity. She had not been more that Eastern trick which she had seen at the than sixteen years of age when she had maremperor's court, performed by a turbaned ried, being the youngest of many sisters, left juggler from the East, who made a tree almost dowerless when their father had degrow from the seed to the leafy branch and parted on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land,