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KKW HAYEK MOKNUNli JUUKflAL ANDU0UE1KK SAIUKUAltt WUVJfiMBKK I 1834.
TALES OF TEN TRAVELERS. The Face In the Inkstand. BT DOA U WAXMUE. tOop)rifht, ISM. AH rlhu referred.) Our Ten Travelers had tor Mmi tlm fceen comfortably Mated In their favor ite nook and lounglng-places. Through the Influence of eome chance remark, the desultory convereatton bad drifted Into our recalling varloui unao coun table mental impression! and phe nomena with their curious and often startling results; and the Student Trav eler, who had listened attentively throughout, after a hit of genial banter at his unaccustomed silence, began the relation of the following pleasant tale. It Is a very short and simple story, without a single thread of tragedy in it, though it has an odd beginning and an agreeable ending for those who are not averse to occasionally hearing of the humble heart-dramas among lowly folk and lives. My own part in It was almost an in voluntary one; something as when a scene-shifter, half in dream and half from habit, might return to a deserted and darkened theater and roll off and on this setting or that until, all unin tentional with himself, rel players have fitted themselves 'into this half phantom performance, and at the en4 be realises he has almost unconsciously been playwright, manager, prompter and audience, alt in one. '. It began in the comfortable room of my inn, over against Covent Garden in London, in which I had shut myself from mends ana acquaintances in or der to better acompllsh some impor tant literary work. - I had been engaged to write a se ries of (tales illustrative of lowly Lon " don life for a famous London Deriodl- ' eal. The labor had proven a strangely ad pleasure, btt had proceeded with extreme success . and gratification, when I suddenly came to a point where it seemed impossible for me to cohe rently pen another sentence. -. It could not be accounted for on the round of overwork or lack of materi al. I was In splendid physical condi tion; in a mood of superb mental ela tion. But there remained the stubborn insurmountable fact that I could not write; , .'. , This almost .literary syncope had shut down upon me now for two days. The first sheets of my manuscript were due in the printers' hands at the end of two days more. Bo much .was at stake from promptness or failure that the sudden realization of alt this af fected me still' more disastrously. . I challenged my powers of creation and composition In ' every manner, possible to ordinary mastery of such a situa tion; but it was of no avail. I was as helpless to perform my allotted task as the scullery maid in the dark kitchen below.' In this unpleasant strait I thought of Chelsea Hospital tor British army pen sioners. I hastened to the fine old place, rife with historic associations, happy in the thought that, among its grim and war scarred inmates, I could no doubt find some quaint, odd charac ter around whom a tender romance could be woven. .;. '. -1 had no more than reached the grounds, when I found a burial squad, just ready to set out with a dead com rade on that last sad inarch the Brit ish pensioner ever takes to the slum berous shades of Brompton. ". It was headed by a firing-party of twelve, in the old black waist, belts with worn cartouche-boxes in front and ancient bayonets .' dangling ; behind. Next them stood the tiny old Chelsea flfer, "Little Joe," and the grave and pompous drummer, Harry McDuh. These were succeeded by the coffin now resting on the graveled walk cov red with a dingy black pall on which was laid the single military trophy of the dead, a worn, three-cornered hat of William the Third's day and the rear file of pensioners comprising a few an cient inmates of the dead soldier's ward. i It was not a large squad,' but It was an unaccountably cheery one. The old boys were merrily taunting each other with portentlous - prophecies of who should next fill the '"box" that should be thus carried out Brompton way; but I could see their bravado had In it a pitiful undertone of dolor and despair. Gathered about the halted procession were an hundred or so more of these veteran paupers, , some leaning listless ly against! the eunny facades of the , building; some gathered in fussy knots dlsousBlng-the merits of the departed; some idly gazing at the little cortege with vacant, stony; faces;, and others with canes an? crutches pothering up and down tfoe . line, mingling - their ' cracked old voices in the rough and un- ; seemly badinage. But the ancient pensioner sergeant in charge of the squad was now coming from the governor's rooms with the . burial : permit. - Premonitory notes upon "Little. Joe's" fife accompanied by drum mutfflerings could be heard. The old fellows .were falling into line as the sergeant took "his place behind the, rear most file; and the six veterans -who ' were to bear the coffin upon their shoul ders were about; to lift ft) from the ground. J '" ." Just then there appeared lnthe door leading to the corridors of the great halt a. most ancient pensioner. He raised his and flutterlngly . -and screeched out the one word: "Halt!" ' ' - - - "Itrs old Billy!" "Billy and Mike , hadn't made up afore Mike croaked!" , and "Walt a bit, Sergeant, fur ol' Bil ly!" were among, the expressions I heard .running along the line; . -' He came puffing; wheezing) whimper ing down the broad staircase and ter race. He pushed this one and that one aside petulantly. "When he had reached the aide of the coffin he tum bled down beside it and, fumbling the pall and the hat 'upon It distractedly, blurted out as the tears rolled down bis : hard old face: :; - "MUie-Mikei to'rd th' last, ye didn't play fair, steal! n' my baocy an' grub an' things, In' Ward 10; but I can't see ye goto' away V th' Brompton trenches 'thout sayin' it's all rlgbV-aU right now, Mike!" Then old BUly kissed the pall and the hat, sobbed a little, scrambled upon his feet, glared upon his comrades defi antly for his weakness and emotion, and then, stumping along to the ser geant in charge, remarked sententious ly: - - "Plant Mm as soon as ye likes now, Sergeant Mike was a 'ard un, was Mike. But I've made my peace wl' 'Im, an' th' sooner ee's under cover th' better fur ail in Chelsyl" The sergeant gave a low word of command, the coffin was lifted to the shoulders of the men, and the strange, limping, shuffling, halting cortege moved slowly away to the shrill but subdued notes of Little Joe's fife and Harry McDuh's muffled drum, which hesitantly picked out the familiar air of the 149th psalm. Ah, here surely are the pathetic inci dents for a story, I thought, as I moved softly to old Billy's side and touched him gently on the shoulder. ' I knew that a pensioner's grief, even his mirth, had but one fitting compan ion. I knew, too, a little alehouse hard by the Royal Military Asylum Tavern, in ancient Franklin's Row where that companion could be had alongside a cheerful fire and glittering rows of copper puncheons and pewter mugs, and as I touched him on the shoulder I asked him sympathetically: "Unole Billy, won't you come along with me and over a mug of 'four ale' and a fresh pipe of tobacco, tell me something about yourself and Mike?" He looked at me suspiciously for a moment while emitting something be tween a childish sob and a surly growl; but as the vision of proffered cheer gradually broke over him, he yielded to its blandishments and fell in behind me with a soldierly step, on our way to the little tavern with the big name in historic Franklin's Row. I say historic Franklin's Row, for the very place where we were finally cosily seated before a huge deal table beside a cavernous fireplace, was the kitchen of the identical house in which the dis solute Charles, touched by the gene rous pleadings of kindly Nell Gwynne, gave to her, to be instantly trans ferred by his favorite as a site for a pensioners' hospital. King James' col lege and its pleasant surrounding meadows which Charles had just pur chased for his sprightly Nell at the beggarly price of thirteen hundred pounds. The cockles of the old pensioner's heart, soon warmed, and noticing my interested looks about the dark and antiquated place, after a deep and com forting draught at his mug and a few sputtering whiffs at his pipe, the vete ran rumlnatively began: "Ay, ay, pardner no 'fense sense Mike is gone! it's Nell's ol' 'ome; 'ome o' th' horarnge gal &a made us th' 'ome o'er theer, sech as it be." , . Here he pondered awhile, as If fixing it all In his memory just as legend had brought the pretty tale down to its trembling old beneficiaries. - "Ye see, Nell did a 'eep o' dreamln' fur 'er lordly parrymore. : She dreamed this, that an 'tother, rapid like. King Charles alius 'eeded 'er dreams. May be that made 'er dream more an' more. Any'ow, one night! Nell dreamed migh ty'ard. Next day she wuz glum, like. The king shook 'is 'ead an' worrited o'er it, 'Wat's hup, Nell?'- ee plumped at 'er, rough ah' ready. ' 'Oh, ;ye won't mind wa't's hup!' she an'sers discour aged like. 'Odso, give it a name!' says ee. So she hups an' houts wl' it" Here the old pensioner closed his eyes, pursed his lips and began in a hoarse whisper of secresy which could be plainly heard Into the middle of the street ' ;" 'Methought,' says Nell, rollin' 'er fine heyes up'ard, 'I was in th'. fields o' Chelsy, an' slowly theer rose afore my heyes a gorgus pallus, wl' a thousand chambers.In an' hout theer walked many old an' worn out soldier men, wl' all kind o' scars, an' many maimed o' limb.' Alio' them was aged an' past service; an' as they went out an' come in, th ol' men all cried out: "God bless King Charles!" Then I opened my heyes an' wuz sore worritted o'er my dream.' Hup Charles roars: 'Nell Gwynne, I wish you'd dream dreams as didn't cost so much!' Then she ans'er hup: "Oh, o' course I know'd you wouldn't do it!" w'en ee says: 'Well, ye knew amiss that time, Nell Gwynne, fur I will do It!" An ee did!" He snorted and . beamed on me in very excess of triumph at his historical recital and continued deprecatlngly: That's th way th 'Ospital come'd t be, sir, an' no 'tother. 'Thout Nell Gwynne's dream, right 'ere in this very 'ouse, sir, hus as made th British Hem plre what it be, wouldn't a "ad ary place t' lay our ol' an' worn-hout 'eads!" "Old? Why, Uncle Billy, you're not old;" I insisted encouragingly. He looked at me a moment commis eratingly. He tugged at Ms pipe furi ously. Then taking his wrinkled face in his two hands and planting his el bows on the table stolidly, he said with childish vanity and woebegone earnest ness: . "I'll be ninety-two year ol' this month, God willing!" "Impossible!" I. retorted- affecting amazement . . "Ninety-two year," he repeated sol emnly. '"Listed in th' Thirty-first Foot, in 1819; served over forty year; a' come back f th" workua or that that 'ere pen as ain't much better!"-' " "Kith and kin all gone, Uncle BillyT" "Kith, an kin all gone." "No brothers, no sisters, or friends?" "Not ary one." r " "No children, or wife or?" . "See 'ere, now, pardner no 'fense sense Mike's gone t' Brompton' I told ye they wuz all mustered out.' "Why, didn't you ever have a wife, Uncle Billy?" I cannot tell why I, drove him so closely on this point. . Perhaps it sprang from vagarous "human contra riness. But I did it with a dim. sort of notion there had been . perhaps some where, sometime, a little woman, proud in her way of this battered old hulk in Its braver days, and that he might have forgotten the. fact,-' along with- other things old soldiers should often better have remembered. - - 1 "Willum Merrill that's my full name, star, an'-, born- in Bedfordshire had a wife forty or fifty years ago, sir- - . , f , . i v "Forty or fifty years ago'. here In London, Uncle BUly?" ". ' , , "Ay, right here in Luanda. ; "What became of herr "Dead." "Do you know thatr ' ' "Does I know I'm a lookln' at your "But how do you know that she dledr . - -' "Does I know I ave this 'ere rose-red, deo'rashun on my breast le? Does I know I 'ave this 'ere yalter an' blue deo'rashun on my tother breastle? Does I know were an' 'ow I got 'em? Does I know w'en I left service o a bob (a shilling) a day pension,' I marched more miles o'er Lunnon streets , a searchln' of 'er than I never trod In Turkey or th' Crimea T Does I know that nothln on yearth'd a made me give hup th' searchln' an th' pen sion, an' lay my bones In that theer llvln' f reave, 'cept I was cock sure she was dead an' gone! get tin' nothln' but a penny a day, fur ale an' 'baccy mon ey, a bunk no bigger than poor Mike's box f sleep on, an' art a loaf,, a ounce o' butter, Thames sktmmln's fur soup, an' a bowl of yarb tea, all fur a 'ealthy man t' thrive on? ugh!" he concluded with a fierce shrug of resentment at his environment and contempt for my own Ignorance of what had so long ago proven a bitter finality to this old, old veteran who was snorting and fum ing before ma There was an easy way to dispel this outburst of feeling, and when It had been utilized I led him back over the sunnier road of his fondness for his dead comrade, to a glimpse of his dally life In Ward 10, Chelsea Hospital. I thus discovered the curious faots that Mike bad some sixty years before been a rival for the dead wife's hand; that Uncle Billy had won after a fierce courtship; that the singular human drama of so many years before had drawn the two men together afield; had wielded them in closer friendship when the bitter days bf the pensioner's life had come; and that here they had at last battled along together, now in almost Irreconcilable quarrels, again in firmer and more pathetic friendship, until Comrade Mike, in his falling, im becile hours, had taken to little pecula tions upon his friend's scant larder, which had brought about an undying hatred between the two, terminating at last in the pitiful scene I had wit nessed in Chelsea Hospital yard. I sat beside the old fellow for more than half of that day. I listened to his brave tales of valorous deeds; his objurgations upon the life at Chelsea, an endless repetition of meanness and cunning, petty injustice and burning discontent; his stealthy confidences of other pensioners' weaknesses, bravado and cowardice and his own wondrous days and ways; and, more pitiful than all, his ever-recurring querulousness, childishness and helplessness, now since his last comrade on earth was gone. As I sat and listened I built my story over' and crer: Of 'the two old pen sioners, rivals in youth, comrades In arms, still comrades in the touching quest for the woman they both had loved, comrades In the wilder, fiercer battles of their last companionship, with the final deadly lutrt which drove them apart until the lips of one were forever still, and then the old man groveling upon his knees beside the coffin and the pall, just before the sad dening cortege moved away, as its climax of hopeless pathos and grief; until it all moved within me from be ginning to end with tumultuous, Impet uous tread. ' Then I pressed upon the old fellow some coin for comforting tobacco and ale, saw him back to the pleasant hos pital grounds, and, bidding him a hearty good-bye, started to turn away. Holding his ' rough old band for a moment, I was thrilled with a sudden convincing thought. It took expression in my parting words as I looked in his doleful face. . ' "Uncle Billy, I believe something will happen to relieve your loneliness up there in Ward 10, since Mike has gone away." ,,' ' - : "Only one thing could 'apperi now, sir" he replied with a startling groin. I knew what he meant; but that was not my thought. "No,' no; it will not be that, Uncle Billy. It is something better, brighter than that. You have not shown, me yet your wife la dead. I believe I know she" will yet be found to take Mike's place through many sunny days!" - - , '.' : ' The old man wrung his hand fiercely out of mine. He staggered, back against the stone pillar of the gateway, and would have fallen had not the pen sioner sentry come to his support. . My last glimpse of him, as I turned and almost fled, was a picture that will never leave my heart. The old pensioner's face had turned from bronze to deathly white, and I felt that unutterable maledictions were struggling from his lips for the false hopes I had so cruelly raised within him. '-. : But in some wild, heedless, unac countable way, I had a stubborn be lief in what I had felt and said. It possessed me over and above every Impulse towards my own remorseless task. : "That woman is alive here In London. I shall be Instrumental in bringing these two strife-beaten old souls to gether!" came flashing and whirling In upon me again and again as I hast ened back to the city and my work. s I did not reason this out I could not It followed me even when I stole into the National gallery and, for., added Inspiration in my story-making, stood before Herkomer's. great painting -of the Chelsea pensioners at vesper ser vice. ' i , .Yes, there they alt) were, grimly and awfully real and-true. Not very rever ential, these old war dogs of other daya You can ' see they : are uneasy as children In their pews. You almost hear their' feet - getting Into complica tions with wooden legs, oanes and crutches and one cannot but listen for strange snuffllngs, clearing of throats IT FLOATS- IIH 1 bWU I MS MOORS. and hard asthmatlo u-oathlng. But the mighty master pleoS-almost his tory, in suggestlveneeai of Britain's imperial conquests and ter thankless niggardliness to the broken lives that had been cast remorselessly aside! does not one whit exaggerate the won drous pathos of their coleotlvs and In dividual aspect The p nter has told all the wretohed, heart freaking story In these white beads! and battle- scarred, bent frames bored In grovel Ing, protesttve silence at time of bene- diction and prayer! Id a half hour more I was back at my desk, my window stutters closely drawn and hiding the dreary flapping of a ghostly London foi my lire and tight burning brightly, shd everything In readiness for my Insplrated task. Then the one thought fliohed over me that a master bad tqll inimitably more on canvas than could ever be re vealed In worda But I fought this down, and still essayed to write. Again and again I bgan, but It seemed like contemptible plagiarism, yes, almost like literary sacrilege, to even tread on ground so Incomparably traversed before ma Tbe entire fabrlo of the day began to vanish like a phan tom of the night I saw first Herko mer's great painting; then the wretch ed face of the poor old wan I had left half fainting at Chelsea Hospital gate; and then the faoe, orf outlines of a face, my dogged persistence in an ap parently hopeless fancy was slowly conjuring out of the misty depths of visionary clouda For hours I sat thus wordless and effortless before my desk and papers. I had long before flung my pen from me and It had rebounded from the desk and fallen with one end resting across the huge glass inkstand. With my head held tightly In my hands, I was gazing vacantly at both, seeing neither fairly from stress of mental ex citement and distraction. Suddenly within the curves, protru sions and indentations ef the ornamen tal glass on the outer , surface of the Inkstand, the half caught outlines of a woman's face arrested my attention. More startling still, it was the identical face which my fancy had evolved from the strange and pathetlo Incidents of the day; and it now took on definite form and feature in the old glass Ink stand before ma ' Not only did this face of a woman come distinctly in view, but aside from its plainly traceable lineaments, below and beneath it was a crouched, bent and humped little body, while the penholder had been grotesquely transformed in to the figure's stout and sturdy staff. I laughed outright at the curious hal lucination and challenged the old pen sioner as If in petty triumph with: "Ah, I told you your wife was not dead, Uncle Billy. Seel Here we have already found her!" Believe it or not the face in the Ink stand responded to this with many and 'the sweetest of nods and smiles. "There you are then, Mistress Mer rill?" I banteringly asked of the face in the Inkstand. A nod and a smile followed this In stantly, "And you are still patiently waiting for Uncle Billy who never came?" Imperative noddings and a mournful smile were the immediate, response. "Dear, dear! It is very loyal and good, of you; but won't you please go away just for a little, until this hateful story Is begun and done, Mistress Mer rill?" I pleaded kindly but distractedly. "No, no, no!" was plainly answered In the dejected head shaking in the ink. stand; and I heard, or thought I plain. ly heard, the imperative thumping dis sent of the staff upon my hollow desk. Something like a feeling, of solemnity now came upon me. The persistence and Insistence of the face In the ink stand aroused me from dalliance to action. I rubbed my eyes furiously, think ing, "Now, presto! and away it files!" but it was otlll there. I clapped my hands loudly together but the wraith was unmoved. I dashed my penholder down beside the inkstand, but it was as though thel humped body had merely momentarily laid aside her staff. I left my chair and bathed my eyes in cold water, paced the room for a time, and even read in my books. When I turned to my desk again, It seemed as though the face in the ink stand was looking wonderlngly and pro testingly into mine. I stepped to the gas jet, turned it off, went out of my apartment and took several quick turns in the hallway. When: I had come back and relighted the gas, the little old woman only gazed up into my face with a puzzled and troubled look. , I rang my bell and a servant shortly came. . . , : : "Take, this Inkstand," I said to him. "have it cleaned thoroughly and bring me a iresn well or inK." ; When he had done! my bidding and re- tired from the room, it was a long time before I dare turn to the cruel effacement I felt certain had been wrought- Even then, my eyes stole sheepishly, guiltily, to the desk. There, brighter, clearer, more ineradi cable than before, was the face in the inkstand, its tear-dimmed eyes follow ing my every movement with a plead ing look of bewilderment and fear. - In a moment' more, wltfl hat and great-coat donned, and with a parting glance at the race wnioh now seemed radiant in smiling, approval, I had left my inn and gained London's midnight streets. 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