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was a natural-born remonstrant.
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Who put it into his head that I was
made to live on holy thoughts and fine phrases? It was his own
fancy, and it pleased him to think so. Did he suffer much ? »
she added more softly, after a pause.
«His sufferings were great, but they were short. ”
“And did he speak of me? " She had hesitated, and dropped
her eyes; she raised them with her question, and revealed in
their sombre stillness a gleam of feminine confidence, which for
the moment revived and illumined her beauty. Poor Theobald!
Whatever name he had given his passion, it was still her fine
eyes that had charmed him.
“Be contented, madam," I answered, gravely.
She dropped her eyes again, and was silent. Then exhaling
a full, rich sigh, as she gathered her shawl together: "He was a
magnificent genius! ”
I bowed, and we separated.
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Passing through a narrow side street on my way back to my
hotel, I perceived above a doorway a sign which it seemed to me
I had read before. I suddenly remembered that it was identical
with the superscription of a card that I had carried for an hour
in my waistcoat pocket. On the threshold stood the ingenious
artist whose claims to public favor were thus distinctly signalized,
smoking a pipe in the evening air, and giving the finishing
polish with a bit of rag to one of his inimitable “combinations. ”
I caught the expressive curl of a couple of tails. He recognized
me, removed his little red cap with a most obsequious bow, and
motioned me to enter his studio. I returned his bow and passed
on, vexed with the apparition. For a week afterwards, whenever
I was seized among the ruins of triumphant Rome with some
peculiarly poignant memory of Theobald's transcendent illusions
and deplorable failure, I seemed to hear a fantastic, impertinent
murmur, “Cats and monkeys, monkeys and cats-all human life
,
is there! ”
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JĀMĪ
(1414-1492)
BY A. V. WILLIAMS JACKSON
HE Persian poet Jāmī was the last classic minstrel of Iran,
and a master in the historical, lyrical, and mystic literature.
He lived during the fifteenth century, and his writings are
fired by the last sparks from the torch of Firdausī, Sa'di, and Hāfiz;
so that his name has become one of the shining lights in the Persian
temple of poetic fame. Jāmi's native place was Jām, a small town in
the neighborhood of Herat in Khorassan. Hence he is called Jām-i;
although he plays upon this appellation as meaning also a “cup," and
as significant of his pouring out the spiritual wine of the love of God,
the wine of which the mystic Sūfīs so often speak: for Jāmi, like his
predecessors, had quaffed draughts from the flagon of the mystic
poetry of Sūfiism.
The minstrel's full name is given as Nūr-uddin 'Abd-urrahmān
Jāmī; his birth-year was 1414; and his education from early youth
was at the hands of eminent teachers. We know of his marriage,
and we are told of his endeavor, through his didactic prose story-
book ‘Bahāristān,' to give instruction to an only surviving son, born
late in life. A religious pilgrimage undertaken by Jāmi to Mecca
is also recorded. His poetic fame was so wide-spread that princes
unasked were ready to offer him favors: but Jāmi at heart was
devoted to Dervish teaching and to Sūfi philosophy, which won for
him a sort of saintly reputation; and when in 1492 he passed away,
advanced in years, he was mourned by the people of Herat and by
the highest dignitaries of State.
According to some accounts Jāmi was the author of nearly a
hundred works; it is not an exaggeration to attribute to him at least
forty. Fine manuscripts of his writings are not uncommon, and one
exquisite codex has been preserved which was prepared for the
Emperor of Hindustan, a century after Jāmi's death. This superb
specimen of Oriental calligraphy and illumination is said to have
cost thousands of dollars. Seven of the best of Jāmi's writings have
been gathered into a collection entitled (Haft Aurang,' (The Seven
Stars of the Great Bear,' or 'The Seven Thrones) as it is some-
times called. One of these seven is the pathetic story of Lailā and
Majnun”; another is the allegorical moral poem (Salāman and Absāl,'
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an English adaptation of which is to be found in the works of
Edward Fitzgerald; the third of the seven stars is the romantic tale
of Yūsuf and Zulikhā,' or Joseph and Potiphar's wife. This latter
theme had been previously treated by Firdausī among other poets;
but it still remains one of Jāmi's masterpieces. The story is not the
simple incident of the Bible, but is elaborately developed from the
Koran. The beautiful Zulikhā's dream in her youth of an ideal
spouse is thrice repeated. Her disappointment in the marriage with
Potiphar is bitter and keen, and is intensified by her discovering that
the fair youth Joseph who was purchased in the slave market is
the embodiment of that glorious apparition she had beheld in the
vision. The poem is then developed on very romantic lines, so as
to bring out each of the characters in clearest colors; but after the
vicissitudes of years, the poem ends happily when the fair Zulīkhā,
now widowed, is united to Joseph as the ideal of manly beauty and
purity, and she becomes a worshiper of the true God. Jāmī's prose
work the Bahāristān,' or Abode of Spring,' comprises a series of
pithy short stories, entertaining brief tales, or Oriental wisdom, and is
modeled on Sa'di's (Gulistān. '
Considerable material is accessible to English readers who may be
interested in Jāmi: for example, S. Robinson, Persian Poetry) (Glas-
gow, 1883), from which the selections appended are taken; also L. S.
Costello, 'Rose Garden of Persia' (London, 1887); Edward Fitzgerald,
(Salāman and Absāl, Translated (American edition, Boston, 1887);
again, “The Bahāristān Literally Translated' (published by the Kama
Shastra Society, Benares, 1887). See also Sir Gore Ouseley, Biographi-
cal Notices of Persian Poets' (London, 1846); and for bibliographical
lists of translations into German and French, consult H. Ethé in
Geiger's Grundriss der Iranischen Philologie,' ii. 305, 307.
Air. Wiele aus
is Jackson
[The following selections are from Jāmi's Joseph and Zulaikha. ']
LOVE
A
HEART which is void of the pains of love is not heart;
A body without heart woes is nothing but clay and water.
Turn thy face away from the world to the pangs of love;
For the world of love is a world of sweetness.
Let there not be in the world an unloving heart!
Let not the pangs of love be less in the bosom of any one!
Heaven itself is confused with longings after love;
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Earth is filled with the tumult at the clamors of its passion.
Become the captive of love, in order to become free; [ness.
Lay its sorrows to thy heart, that thou mayest know its glad.
The wine of love will inebriate and warm thee,
Will free from thee coldness and devotion to self.
In the memories of love the lover renews his freshness;
In his devotion to it he creates for himself a lofty fame.
If Mejnun had never drunk the wine from this cup,
Who would have spread his name throughout the worlds ?
Thousands of the wise and learned have passed away,
Passed away — forgotten, because strangers to love;
No name, no trace remains of their existence,
No history of them is left on the records of Time.
Many are the birds of beautiful forms
Which the people closes its lip and refuses to speak of;
When those who have all hearts tell stories of love,
The stories they tell are of the Moth and the Nightingale.
In the world thou mayest be skilled in a hundred arts,—
Love is the only one which will free thee from thyself.
Turn not thy face from love: even if it be shallow,
It is thy apprenticeship for learning the true one;
If thou dost not first learn thine A B C on thy slate,
How wilt thou ever be able to read a lesson from the Koran ?
I heard of a scholar who besought a teacher
To assist him in treading the path of his doctrine;
The teacher replied: “Thou hast never yet stirred a foot in
the way of love;
Go— become a lover, and then appear before me;
For till thou hast tasted the symbolical wine-cup,
Thou wilt never drain the real one to the lees. )
No! thou must not stay lingering over the image,
But quickly transport thyself over this bridge:
If thou desirest ever to reach the inn,
Thou must not remain standing at the bridge ahead. [tery,
Praise be to God! that so long as I have dwelt in this monas-
I have been a nimble traveler in the road of love!
When the midwife first divided the navel-string,
She divided it with the knife of love;
When my mother first put my lips to her breast,
She gave me to suck the blood-tinged milk of love;
Although my hair is now white as milk,
The savor of love still dwells in my mind.
In youth or in age there is nothing like love;
The enchantment of love breathes upon me forever.
"Jāmi," it says, “thou hast grown old in love:
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Rouse thy spirit, and in love die !
Compose a tale on the pleasures of love,
[existence!
That thou mayest leave to the world some memorial of thy
Draw thou a picture with thy delicate pencil,
Which, when thou quittest thy place, may remain in thy stead. ”
Translation of S. Robinson.
BEAUTY
IN
N THAT solitude in which Being is without a mark,
The universe still lay hidden in the treasure-house of non-
existence;
Whilst its substance had not yet taken the form of duality,
And was far from speech and talk, from “We” and “Ye," —
Beauty was free from the shackles of form,
And by its own light alone was it visible to itself;
It was a lovely bride behind the veil of her nuptial chamber,
Her vesture unsullied by a suspicion of a speck.
There was no mirror to reflect back its countenance,
Nor had ever comb passed a hand through its ringlets;
No breeze had ever ruffled a lock of its tresses;
Its eye had never been touched by a grain of surma dust;
No nightingale had yet nestled under the shade of his rose;
No rose had put yet on her adornment of verdure;
Its cheek was not yet embellished by mole or down,
And no eye had yet beheld it even in imagination;
Its voice of endearment was with itself alone,
And with itself was played its game of affection.
But wherever the power of Beauty exists,
Beauty is angered to be hidden by a veil.
A lovely face will not endure concealment:
Bar but the door, it will escape by the window!
Behold the tulip on the mountain-top,
How smilingly it comes forth in the vernal season;
It shoots out of the earth thro' every cleft of the rock,
And forces itself into notice by its own loveliness.
When a feeling of Beauty once falls upon the sight,
And strangely threads itself on the tie of sensation,
It can never again pass away from the fancy;
It insists henceforth on being heard or spoken of.
Wherever is the Beautiful, this is its law,
Imposed by the action of the Eternal Beauty;
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Coming from the realms of the Holy, here it pitched its station,
And revealed itself in every quarter and to every spirit.
In every mirror is reflected its face,
In every place is heard its conversation and language;
And all the holy who are seeking the Holy,
Exclaim in ecstasy, “O thou Holy One! )
And from all the divers in this celestial ocean
Rises the shout, “Glory to the Lord of Angels! ”
From its brightness a beam fell upon the Rose,
[ingale;
And from the Rose came its melody into the soul of the Night-
From its fire the Taper kindled up its cheek,
And forth with a hundred Moths were burnt in every chamber;
From its light a spark set on fire the sun,
And straightway the Nile-lily raised its head from the water.
By its countenance Laila arrayed her own,
And Mejnun's passion was inflamed by every hair;
The mouth of Shirin opened its sugаred lip,
And stole the heart of Parviz and the soul of Ferhad;
The Moon of Canaan raised its head from its breast,
And bore away reason from the brain of Zulaikha.
Yes! - Beauty unveils its countenance in the private chamber,
Even when hid behind the veil from earthly lovers;
Of every veil which thou seest it is the veil-holder,
'Tis its decree which carries every heart into bondage;
In its love only has the heart its life;
In its love only has the soul its felicity.
The heart of every one who is enamored with the lovely
Is inspired by its love, whether he knows it or not.
Beware that thou fall into no error as to Beauty:
Love we must, when it shows forth its charms;
For as each thing is fair, so it is worthy of love:
It is the stem whence comes the object;
Thou art the mirror, it brings thee the image;
Thou art hid by a veil, it shows itself openly;
When thou lookest on Beauty, it is the mirror also,
For it is not only the treasure, but the treasure-house too.
We have in this matter no right to intermeddle — thou and I;
Our opinions about it are but vain fancies !
Be silent! — for this is a tale which has no ending;
Its language is one which has no interpreter.
Better for us that our business be love,
For without its converse we are nothing — nothing!
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ZULAIKHA'S FIRST DREAM
NIGHT it was sweet as the morning of life,
A
Fish and fowl rested from motion,
Business drew its foot within the skirt of its garment.
Within this pleasure-house, full of varieties,
Naught remained open save the eye of the star.
Night, the thief, robbed the sentinel of his understanding;
The bell-ringer stilled the tongue of the bell;
The hound wound its tail round its neck like a collar,
And in that collar stifled its baying;
The bird of the night drew out its sword-like feathers,
And cut off its tuneful reed (i. e. , its throat] from its morn-
ing song; .
The watchman on the dome of the royal palace
Saw in imagination the drowsy poppy-head,
And no longer retained the power of wakefulness —
The image of that poppy-head called him into slumber.
The drummer no longer beat his tymbal,
His hand could no longer hold the drumstick.
The Muessin from the Minaret no longer cried, "Allah! Allah! the
Ever-Living!
Roll up your mattresses, ye nightly dead, and neglect not prayer! ”
Zulaikha, of the sugar lips, was enjoying the sweetest slumber
Which had fallen on her soft narcissus-like eyes;
Her head pressed the pillow with its hyacinthine locks,
And her body the couch with its roseate burthen.
The hyacinthine locks were parted on the pillow,
And painted the roseate cheeks with silken streaks;
The image-seeing eye was closed in slumber,
But another eye was open— that of the soul:
With that she saw suddenly enter a young man —
Young man, do I say? - rather a spirit!
A blessed figure from the realms of light,
Beauteous as a Huri borne off from the Garden of the Seventh
Heaven,
And had robbed trait by trait of each beauty, excellence, and per-
fection,
Copying one by one every alluring attraction.
His stature was that of the fresh box-tree;
[his;
The free-cypress in its freedom was a slave compared with
His hair from above hung down like a chain,
And fettered hand and foot even the judgment of the wise;
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From his brow shot so resplendent a flash of light,
That sun and moon bent to the ground before him;
His eyebrows, which might have been a high altar for the
saintly,
Were an amber-scented canopy over the sleeper's eyes;
His face was as the moon's from its station in Paradise ;
From his eyelashes darted arrows to pierce the heart;
The pearly teeth within the ruby lips
Were lightning flashing from a roseate evening sky;
The smiles of his ruby lips were as sweet as sugar
When he laughed, his laugh was the lustre of the Pleiades;
The words of his mouth were sugar itself.
When this vision rose before the eye of Zulaikha,
At one glance happened that which needs must happen:
She beheld excellence beyond human limits,
Seen not in Peri, never heard of in Huri.
From the beauty of the image and the dream of its perfection,
She became his captive, not with her one but with a hundred
hearts.
Fancy made his form the ideal of her mind,
And planted in her soul the young shoot of love.
Translation of S. Robinson.
SILENT SORROW
O
N THE morrow, when the raven of night had taken its up-
ward flight,
And the cock was crowing its morning carol,
And the nightingales had ceased their soul-moving chant,
And had withdrawn from the rose-bush the veil of the rose-bud,
And the violet was washing its fragrant locks,
And the jessamine was wiping the night dew from its face,
Zulaikha still lay sunk in sweetest slumber,
Her heart-look still fixed on her last night's altar;
Sleep it was not,— rather a delightful bewilderment,
A kind of insanity from her nocturnal passion!
Her waiting-maids impress the kisses on her feet,
Her damsels approach to give the hand-kiss;
Then she lifteth the veil from her dewy tulip cheeks,
And shaketh off the sleep from her love-languishing eyes:
She looketh around on every side, but seeth not a sign
Of the roseate image of her last night's dream.
Translation of S. Robinson.
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THOMAS ALLIBONE JANVIER
(1849-)
SA
N AMERICAN writer with a charming touch, and a quick eye
for picturesque features of the native life, is Thomas Alli-
bone Janvier, a Philadelphian now in the prime of his
power. Janvier first entered journalism, and then turned by a natural
deflection to more distinctive literary work. His profession and his
tastes brought him within the confines of the alluring land of Bohe-
mia, and he reproduces this experience delightfully in some of his
books, particularly in the short stories. In New York he has been a
student of humanity, who has tempered the
realism with which he depicts the charac-
teristics of the French, Spanish, and other
Romance foreign elements there commin-
gled, with a kindly humor and a pleasant
romanticism. His first book, Color Stud-
ies: Four Stories,' is made up of slight but
clever and agreeable sketches of New York
life with a flavor of the studio, carried even
to the naming of the personages after the
colors used by the painter, — Rose Madder,
Gamboge, Mangan Brown, and the like. Mr.
Janvier, however, did not confine himself
to the American metropolis for his studies.
THOMAS A. JANVIER
He has made a thorough study of Mexico, After painting by Carroll
and this knowledge is marked in his Mexi-
Beckwith
can Guide) (1886), an admirable book of its
class; while the romantic novel “The Aztec Treasure House: A Ro-
mance of Contemporaneous Antiquity' (1890), makes ingenious use of
that locale by the motive of a buried treasure. In spite of its fan-
tastic character, the novel has genuine romantic power and charm, is
rich in detail, and of sustained narrative interest. An Embassy to
Provence (1893)- graceful, happily touched travel sketches - gives
another side of his interest in the Latin races. Janvier's humor
comes pleasantly out in 'The Woman's Conquest of New York: By a
Member of the Committee of Safety of 1908,' published anonymously
in 1894. In Old New York,' dating the same year, is made up of
sympathetic papers on bygone Gotham; the picturesqueness of the
past even in the practical United States again appealing to him. Of
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late he has been interested especially in the Provençal land and lit-
erature: a long sojourn in Provence, and acquaintance with the bards
Mistral and Gras and the Félibrige group of singers, has led him,
with the aid of his wife, to introduce Gras's spirited “The Reds of
the Midi? to English readers, Mr. Janvier writing a preface to Mrs.
Janvier's felicitous translation. But whether at home or abroad, Jan-
vier's interest is plainly and increasingly in the picturesque exotic
scenes and character types which are furnished by those sun-loving
southern peoples, with their song, romance, and riant charm. He has
been little touched by the realism of the day, except as his studies
use the realistic method in reproducing the details of his pictures.
But humor, sentiment, the touch of illusion, are always present, mak-
ing him not only a pleasant but a wholesome writer.
THE EPISODE OF THE MARQUES DE VALDEFLORES
From Harper's Magazine. Copyright 1891, by Harper & Brothers
I
A*
NTONIO HILARION DOMINGUEZ MEDRANO Y CORELLA, Marques
de Valdeflores. When this brilliant name, with its pendent
rubrica, was written by the nobleman to whom it pertained
upon the register of the Casa Napoléon,-a modest hostelry,
founded in the interest of the traveling Franco-Hispano public
temporarily resident in the city of New York,—there ran through
that establishment a thrill which may be said to have shaken it,
figuratively speaking, from stem to stern.
As a rule the frequenters of the Casa Napoléon were not
noblemen. The exceptions to this rule were sporadic French
counts, whose costly patronage by no means was to be desired.
Thanks to Madame's worldly wisdom, - sharpened to a very
fine edge by five-and-twenty years of hotel-keeping,—these self-
constituted members of the French nobility rarely got ahead of
her. She “zized 'em up,” as she expressed it, promptly; and as
.
promptly they received their deserts: that is to say, they were
requested to pay in advance or to move on. Then they moved on.
But a nobleman from Old Spain, a genuine nobleman, and
so exalted a personage as a Marques, was quite another thing.
This was a splendor the like of which was unknown in all the
eighteen years during which the Casa Napoléon had run its some-
what checkered, but on the whole successful, career. Madame,
though an Imperialist rather than a Legitimist in her political
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creed, had a soulful respect for a title; which respect she mani-
fested on this occasion by putting the silk coverlet on the bed in
the best apartment, and by hurriedly removing the brown holland
slips from the red-plush sofa and from the two red-plush arm-
chairs. Don Anastasio — whose royalist tendencies had led him
into a revolution in Mexico, that had ended in not leading him
but in most violently projecting him out of it - rejoiced in the
honor attendant upon entertaining so distinguished a representa-
tive of the principles for which, he was accustomed to declare,
he had suffered martyrdom. That he might lift himself to the
high plane of the situation, he lighted one of the choicest of his
reserved stock of smuggled cigars, and smoked it to the health
of the King of Spain. Telésforo, the Cuban negro who waited
in the dining-room upon the Spanish-speaking patrons of the
house, retired hurriedly to his den in the basement and put on
his clean shirt; which was not due, in the natural order of
things, until the ensuing Sunday. Even Jules—the one-eyed
French waiter; a pronounced Red, who openly boasted that he
had lost his eye while fighting in the Commune behind a barri-
cade — so far yielded to the spirit of the hour as to put on the
clean paper collar that (keeping it in the rarely used large soup
tureen) he held in reserve for occasions of especial festivity.
Marie, the trig chambermaid, stuck a bow of cherry-colored rib-
bon in her black hair. No more was required of her. Without
any extra adornment, Marie at all times was as fresh and as
blooming as the rose.
As it was with the proprietors and the retainers of the Casa
Napoléon, so was it also with the habitués of that rather eccen-
tric but most comfortable establishment. Colonel Withersby, who
had not been wholly successful in his latest venture in tramway
promotion in Nicaragua,- who had been compelled, in fact, to
leave Nicaragua with such inconsiderate celerity that his exodus
might with propriety be termed a fight,- was cheered by the
hope that Heaven had thrown in his way an opportunity to pro-
mote a tramway in some city (any city, he was not particular)
in Spain. Monsieur Duvent, the dealer in a very respectable
French gambling establishment in South Fifth Avenue, stroked
thoughtfully his respectable gray mustache, and made a few
trifling mental calculations in regard to the relative values of
current Spanish and American coins. Mrs. Myrtle Vane, who
was connected with the press, perceived at least a society item in
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the situation; possibly, should the Marques prove to be in any
way a scandalous personage, a half-column article for the Sun.
day edition. Mrs. Mortimer — who presumably was a person of
substance, for she occupied a handsome apartment on the first
floor, yet she toiled not, neither did she spin- listened to Marie's
account of the arrival of the Marques with an expression of
much interest. Thereafter she descended to dinner clad in rai.
ment of price that far outshone in splendor the modest beauty
of the lilies of the field -a species of vegetation with which, in
point of fact, Mrs. Mortimer had but little in common.
Dr. Théophile (French creole, expatriated from the island
of Guadeloupe) alone refused to accept the Marques at his face
value. «Pooh! ” said Dr. Théophile rudely, when Don Anasta-
sio called him into the office that evening and showed him the
magnificent name upon the register. "Pooh! He is not a real
“
Marques. That is moonshine. A nobleman of that calibre, Don
Anastasio, does not come to the Casa Napoléon. Now and then,
I grant you, you have here a rich planter from the Islands or
from the Spanish Main; and now and then a revolutionist who
has been lucky enough — as you were - to get away with some
of the revolutionary swag. But a genuine Marques, and from
Old Spain, and rich ? Oh no, Don Anastasio: that is only a
dream! If he is a Marques he certainly is without money; if he
has money he certainly is not a Marques — and the chances are
that he has neither title nor cash. I saw something in the Epoca
last week about a monté dealer who had to leave Barcelona in a
hurry. No doubt your Marques is that very man. ”
However, Dr.
Théophile was a natural-born remonstrant. It
was he who assailed Don Anastasio's claim to martyrdom in the
royalist cause. The Doctor's contention was that Don Anastasio
would have lived a most miserable life, ending in an early and
uncomfortable death, had not good fortune wafted him hurriedly
out of Mexico and safely deposited him in New York; where
his days were long in the land, and very pleasant to him in the
comfortable haven in the Casa Napoléon that he had secured by
his judicious marriage with Madame. Don Anastasio, who could
afford to be heroic under the circumstances, denied Dr. Théo-
phile's points absolutely, and clung to the belief in his martyrdom
with an affectionate fervor - that did not in the least interfere,
however, with his contentedly wearing shabby raiment and soiled
linen, and faring sumptuously every day. Indeed, the excellent
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food that Madame gave him to eat, and the sound Bordeaux that
she gave him to drink, would have gone a long way toward
squaring accounts with a martyr whose martyrdom had been of
a much more vigorous sort.
After this denial of the validity of the Marques there was
something of a coolness between Dr. Théophile and Don Anas-
tasio, that endured until too much of Madame's rich food, and
too much of that especial old Bordeaux, brought on one of Don
Anastasio's bilious attacks, and so compelled him to resort to Dr.
Théophile for physicking. Madame, who was short and round,
and of a most quick and resolute temperament, did not suffer
her resentment of the aspersions upon the genuineness of the
Marques to take the form of a mere coolness: it took the form
of a very positive warmth. In her native clipped and softened
French of Toulouse, she rated Dr. Théophile most roundly for
venturing to call in question the honor of the nobleman within
her gates — who, in a most nobleman-like manner, was running
up a bill at the rate of from five to seven dollars a day. To
this rating Dr. Théophile, in his much more clipped and still
softer French of Guadeloupe, replied temperately that he would
not then discuss the matter further; but that he would have
much pleasure in resuming it at a later period, when time in its
fullness should have tested their conflicting opinions in the cru-
cible of practical results. He was wise in his generation, was
this Dr. Théophile. His warrings were not with womenkind.
With a man, he said, he was ready at all times to do battle with
tongue or pistol or sword. But with a woman — no! A woman,
he declared, was an inconclusive animal. You might grind her
between irrefutable arguments until you had reduced her to
figurative fragments, and at the end of this somewhat shocking
process she simply would reiterate her original proposition with
a calmly superior smile. Yet the women liked Dr. Théophile.
There was current an old-time rumor that the cause of his leav-
ing Guadeloupe was a dismal blight that had fallen upon his
heart. A man whose past has in it a bit of sad romance like
that is an object of tender solicitude to every right-natured
woman; and he easily finds forgiveness on the part of such gentle
judges for saying evil things about the sex that has done him so
cruel a wrong.
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II
»
MEANWHILE, the Marques de Valdeflores — blissfully ignorant
of the doubts cast by Dr. Théophile upon his wealth and his
patent of nobility, and ignorant also of the very amiable designs
formed by the resident population of the Casa Napoléon for as-
sisting in the distribution of that wealth, and for rendering that
nobility commercially valuable — continued in apparent content-
ment to occupy Madame's best apartment, to eat largely of the
admirable food which she caused daily to be prepared for him,
and to drink most liberally of her excellent wines.
He was a very affable personage, was the Marques. «You
might think that he wasn't a nobleman at all! ” was Madame's
admiring comment when telling of the frank and entirely un-
affected way in which he had borrowed a dollar of Telésforo, the
Cuban negro, to pay his cab fare.
“You might know that he was not,” was the cynical comment
of Dr. Théophile, to whom this gracious fact was told.
Fortunately for the credit for hospitality of the Casa Napo-
léon, Dr. Théophile was the only one of the several dwellers
in or frequenters of that establishment who manifested the least
disposition toward standing the Marques off. The others, to do
them justice, more than atoned for Dr. Théophile's coldness by
their effusive friendliness. With a frank cordiality charming to
contemplate, they severally and collectively did their very best
to make him feel that, so far from being a stranger in a strange
land, he was very much at home among genuine friends. As
tending still further to emphasize this international comity, it was
even more delightful to observe the gracious friendliness with
which these friendly advances were met and reciprocated. Hav-
ing lived long enough in the world - he was a personable man,
in the prime of his mature manhood — to know how rarely the
perfect flower of friendship blooms, and possessing moreover
the open-hearted temperament of the South, it was only natural,
though on that account none the less pleasing, that the Marques
should do his part to show his grateful appreciation of the hos-
pitable kindness that was showered upon him. That he did his
.
part was admitted by everybody but the remonstrant Dr. Thé-
ophile, who declared morosely that he overdid it.
Mrs. Myrtle Vane, who sat beside him at the ordinary, suc-
ceeded in getting a good column article out of him on the very
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.
-
first evening of their acquaintance. The Marques told her some
very racy stories about Spanish court life; and she worked them
up-her knowledge of Spanish, a language universally current
in the Casa Napoléon, enabling her to throw in a word here and
there that gave them local color — in a fashion that made them
still racier. As special correspondence under a Madrid date,
they were a decided hit in the Sunday edition. The editor vol-
untarily gave her six dollars and a half the thousand words, and
told her to go ahead and get some more. It was as good stuff
as he ever had come across, he said. certainly was admira-
bly scandalous. Mrs. Vane perceived that she had opened a gold
mine,- for the story-telling powers of the Marques appeared to
be inexhaustible, — and she worked it with a will. Feeling
under a real obligation to the nobleman who so considerably
was increasing her weekly income,- she was a kind-hearted soul,
not nearly so sophisticated as her very highly spiced illiterary
productions would have led one to suppose, - she was glad to
have an opportunity to show her appreciation of his kindness by
inviting him to accompany her, on a press order, to an evening
at the play. In the spirit in which it was offered, the Marques
accepted this polite invitation. It struck him that there was
something slightly pathetic about it. After the performance he
treated Mrs. Vane — at a certain restaurant well known for its
shady reputation and for the brilliant achievements of its chef -
to the very best supper that she had eaten in the whole course
of her life.
"He's a perfect high-toned gentleman,” Mrs. Vane declared
when recounting to Mrs. Mortimer rapturously - for little sup-
pers came rarely in her life — this extraordinary and delightful
-
experience. « He ordered all the highest priced things on the
bill of fare, and he set up the wine as if it was water; and he
never offered to do more than just nicely squeeze my hand. I
don't care what spiteful things Dr. Théophile says about him:
after that I know that he's a perfect high-toned gentleman all
the way through!
Inasmuch as Mrs. Mortimer, according to the repeated asser-
tion of Colonel Withersby, was a high-toned lady herself, it is
reasonable to suppose that she found pleasure in listening to
this handsome eulogy; and it is creditable to her generous im-
pulses to suppose, also, that when a few days later she invited
the Marques to a little supper in her own apartment, she was
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actuated by an amiable desire to repay his kindness to her friend
in kind.
Mrs. Mortimer was a delightful hostess, and her little suppers
were renowned. To be sure, those who partook of them were
apt to find that in the long run they came rather high; but this
trifling drawback upon a pure enjoyment of her hospitality was
immaterial, inasmuch as, with a characteristic thoughtfulness, she
uniformly selected her guests from that moneyed class which is
superior in matters of amusement to considerations of expense.
On this particular occasion, it is needless to say that the
Marques enjoyed his supper with Mrs. Mortimer. That Mrs.
Mortimer enjoyed her supper with the Marques is a matter less
absolutely assured. When he bade her good-night, bowing over
her hand very gracefully, and with a gallant and high-bred
courtesy kissing the tips of her white fingers, it is undeniable
that he left her in a decidedly bewildered state of mind. All
that Mrs. Vane had told of his dignified reserve she perceived
was true. Her acquaintance with the higher nobility was ex-
tremely limited. If this were a fair specimen of that class, she
was fain to admit that its members were anything but easy to
understand. Her one coherent concept in the premises was the
unpleasant conviction that her little supper had not been an
unqualified success.
Nor did Monsieur Duvent, as the result of his lavish expend-
iture of friendship upon the Marques, receive any very adequate
return. Having traveled a great deal professionally in Spain, he
began his friendly advances by intelligent encomiums of that
country. The Marques met his complimentary comments by the
polite declaration that praise of his native land always was dear
to him, but that it was doubly dear when bestowed with accurate
discrimination by one who obviously knew it well; after which he
made several exceeding handsome speeches to Monsieur Duvent
in regard to France. Their talk running lightly upon the more
superficial characteristics of their respective countries, there was
nothing forced in Monsieur Duvent's remark that he had been
much struck — he did not add that his opportunities for being
struck in this fashion had been decidedly exceptional — by observ-
ing the passionate and universal devotion of the Spanish race to
gaming. In reply the Marques courteously denied that the taste
for gaming was universal among his countrymen, but at the
same time admitted frankly that it was very general; he even
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added smilingly that he shared in it himself. To permit one's
self to be carried away by this passion, he observed with an
admirable morality, was a most serious mistake; but within due
bounds, he continued with a morality less severe, he knew of no
amusement more interesting than judiciously conducted games
of mingled chance and skill, played for heavy yet not excessive
stakes.
Naturally this discourse was very exactly to Monsieur Du-
vent's mind; and still more to his mind was the prompt accept-
ance by the Marques of the obliging offer to afford him an
opportunity for gratifying his taste for gaming in New York.
As for the moral reflections that had accompanied the avowal
by the Marques of his amiable weakness, Monsieur Duvent
attached but little importance to them. In the course of his very
extensive experience in these matters he frequently had heard
expressed sentiments of this temperate sort; and as frequently
had seen them scattered, in time of trial, like smoke before the
wind.
What very much surprised Monsieur Duvent, therefore,–
when in due course the Marques was introduced into the quiet
and intensely respectable gambling establishment in South Fifth
Avenue, — was to observe that the temperateness of his new
friend in deeds was precisely in keeping with his temperateness
in words. The Marques played with a handsome liberality, but
also with a most phenomenal coolness. He followed his luck
boldly yet prudently; he dropped his bad luck instantly; and his
experienced wisdom was manifested by the obvious fact that he
adhered to no "system,” and recognized in the game no principle
save that of the purest chance. At the end of an hour or so,
when he nodded pleasantly to Monsieur Duvent and withdrew,
the bank was much the worse for his visit. Monsieur Duvent,
whose income was largely in the nature of commissions, was
decidedly dissatisfied. In this case the commission had gone the
wrong way. The unpleasant fact must be added that in the
course of the subsequent visits paid by the Marques to the quiet
banking establishment,- fortunately he did not come often, - his
aggravating good fortune remained practically unchanged. Being
only human, Monsieur Duvent suffered his friendship for the
Spanish nobleman appreciably to cool.
(
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III
(
COLONEL WITHERSBY's acquaintance with the Marques opened
under circumstances so auspicious as to inspire in the breast of
that eminent promoter the most sanguine hopes. At that par-
ticular juncture the Colonel, as he himself expressed it, was
“in a blanked bad hole. ” He had made the fatal mistake, in the
hope of larger winnings, of standing by the Nicaragua tramway
enterprise until it was too late for him to get out before the
smash. As the result of his unwise greed he had lost — not
what he had put into the tramway company, for he had not put
anything into it, but what he had expected to take out of it.
Further,- and this was where the pinch came,- his reputation
as a promoter had been most seriously injured. Owing to cir-
cumstances over which he had had entire control, the Colonel's
reputation - either as a promoter or as anything else - was of
a sort that no longer could be trifled with. There was very little
of it left, and that little was bad. But until this unlucky twist
in Nicaragua, his shrewdness in invariably getting out before
the smash, and his handsome conduct in uniformly giving the
straight tip to his fellow occupants of the ground floor, always
had enabled him to smile at disasters in which only the inno-
cent suffered; and presently, with a fresh supply of innocents,
to make a fresh and not less profitable start.
In the Nicaragua affair, no unpleasant reflections were cast
upon the Colonel's honesty by his immediate friends; had any
one suggested that he possessed a sufficient amount of honesty to
catch even a very small reflection, they doubtless would have
smiled: but they frankly and profanely admitted that their con-
fidence in his sagacity was destroyed. In their coarse but hearty
manner they declared that they would be blanked before they
would chip in with such a blank fool again. When the most in-
timate friends of a promoter use language of this sort about him,
it is evident that his sphere of usefulness in promotion must be
materially contracted. In the case of Colonel Withersby it was
contracted about to the vanishing point. In his prompt military
way (he had served, with a constantly increasing credit to himself,
as a sutler in the late war) he perceived how shattered were his
frontiers, and how gloomy was the outlook toward their rectifica-
tion; and therefore it was that he described himself as being
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“in a blanked bad hole. ” His profane emphasis was borne out
by the facts.
Naturally the coming of the Marques de Valdeflores at this
critical juncture was regarded by the Colonel as nothing less than
providential. Not only was the acquaintance of a rich nobleman
desirable on general principles, — since such a personage might
reasonably be expected to subscribe liberally to any stock, and to
give strength to any company by permitting the use of his name
on the board of direction, — but the Colonel saw much that was
comforting in the opening possibility of shifting his promoting
interests from Spanish America to Old Spain. In the colonies he
was forced to contend against the adverse influence of his own
widely diffused reputation as a far too skillful financier - a reputa-
tion that most seriously militated against his promoting anything
whatever. In the parent country, as both hope and modesty
advised him, there was a fair chance that he might carry on
business quietly, unhampered by his own renown.
Taking this cheerful view of what a friendship with the Mar-
ques was likely to do for him, he spoke only the literal truth
when he told that nobleman that he would have much pleasure
in showing him the town. As the event proved, the Marques
was not desirous of seeing the town within the full meaning of
the Colonel's words; but he repeatedly did accept invitations to
the theatre, and also accepted cheerfully the refreshments of a
vinous nature offered to him by the Colonel, with an excellent
hospitality, in the intervals and at the ends of the several per-
formances which they witnessed together. That on these and on
all other possible occasions he should have his attention pointedly
directed to the subject of tramways was a foregone conclusion,
for tramways were the very essence of the Colonel's life. What
was more surprising, and to the Colonel eminently pleasing, was
the fact that he manifested in regard to tramways an intelligent
interest. He mentioned, by way of explaining his possession of
so unusually large a fund of accurate information upon this sub-
ject, that he owned some shares in a tramway company recently
organized in Madrid. The enterprise had turned out very well,
he said; so well, indeed, that he greatly regretted that when the
shares first were put upon the market he had not taken a larger
block. This was a sentiment that the Colonel never had heard
advanced by a single one of the numerous purchasers of shares
which he himself had floated. It surprised and delighted him.
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Here indeed was a field the working of which promised well.
And so vigorously did Colonel Withersby proceed to work it, that
within a week he and the Marques were discussing energetically
the details of a plan for building an urban tramway - eventually
to have suburban extensions — in the city of Tarazona. That the
Colonel never before had so much as heard the name of this city
- it was selected because the most considerable of the estates of
the Marques lay near to it — did not in the least interfere with
his going into the enterprise heart and soul. The name was a
good one for a prospectus. That was quite enough for him. He
sat down quickly at a writing-table and wrote a prospectus, –
his skill was prodigious in this line of composition,-in which he
proved conclusively that the Compañia Limitada de Ferrocarriles
de la Ciudad de Tarazona y sus Alrededores was the most prom-
ising financial enterprise in which the investing public ever had
been permitted to purchase the few remaining shares.
But pleased though the Colonel naturally was at having thus
struck what had every appearance of being a pay streak of phe-
nomenal thickness and width, he was not a little disheartened, as
time went on without materially advancing the Tarazona tramway
enterprise, by the conviction that the ore was of an eminently
refractory type. So far as projection was concerned, the Marques
was all that the most sanguine promoter could ask; but in the
matter of coming down to the hard-pan, to use the Colonel's
phrase, he left a good deal to be desired. Under other and more
favorable circumstances the Colonel's vigorous method would have
been to get his scheme into tangible shape by the organization
of a company, which he then would have asked the Marques to
join as chairman; and by the printing of some thousands of cer-
tificates of shares, a considerable portion of which he would have
« placed with his friends, and the remaining more considerable
portion of which he would have asked the Marques to purchase.
Then he would have strewn the prospectus broadcast throughout
the land. If it took, and there was a demand for the stock
well, then the Colonel and his friends would see that the de-
mand was supplied, even at the sacrifice of their own holdings.
Should they be compelled by a high sense of duty to make a
sacrifice of this nature, they would then of course retire from
the management. Having enabled it to win its way to popular
favor, they would permit the Compañia Limitada de Ferrocarriles
de la Ciudad de Tarazona y sus Alrededores to go it alone.
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Under the existing highly unfavorable circumstances, this mas-
terly line of action could not be pursued. Those who had been
the friends of his bosom before the Nicaragua catastrophe, stand-
ing ready to help in the organization of anything, and willing to
permit any number of shares of it to stand in their names, now
would have none of him. Their disposition was wholly that of
priests and Levites. They declined with maledictions to act as
directors. They declared in the most profanely positive terms
that they would not lend him a solitary imprecated cent. Yet
without some slight advance of ready money — his own scant sav-
ings from the Nicaragua wreck being about expended — he could
do nothing. His prospectus must be printed, and so must his
share certificates; and even the most sanguine of the bank-note
companies declined to execute his order save on a basis of fifty
per cent. deposited in advance.
The only line of action that appeared to be open to him in
the premises was to induce the Marques to come down with the
trifling amount demanded by the bank-note company, and to per-
mit the use of his name as chairman of the yet-to-be-organized
board. With that much of a start, the Colonel's hopeful nature
led him to believe that he could scare up a board of direction
somehow; and if he could not, he was prepared to fill in the gap
temporarily with a list of names copied from the nearest tomb-
stones. But when this modest plan - not including, however, a
statement of the source whence the names of his fellow directors
might be drawn - was formulated and presented, the Marques
,
toyed with it in a manner that provoked Colonel Withersby to
violent profanity in private, and that seemed more than likely to
end by driving him mad. One day he would manifest every dis-
position to fall in with the Colonel's proposals, and the very next
day he would treat the whole matter as though it had been at
that moment opened to him for the first time. That he continued
to accept the various entertainments, with their accompanying
refreshments, which the Colonel offered him, only made the situ-
ation the more trying. Having been begun, these hospitalities
could not well be abandoned. But it was entirely obvious to the
Colonel that they could not go on much longer unless he could
succeed in making some sort of a strike. As he put it, in the
mining phraseology that was habitual with him, the dumps were
cleaned up, there was nothing but wall in sight, and he had
either to open a
new prospect or go flat on his back on the
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bed-rock. Truly, by this time the hole that he was in was a des-
perately deep one, and he was at the very bottom of it. With
all his vigor - and in the matter of cursing he had a great deal
of vigor - he cursed the hour in which the Marques de Valde-
flores had come out of Spain.
Being in this bitter mood, Colonel Withersby turned to Mon-
sieur Duvent and Mrs. Mortimer — whose disposition toward the
Marques he shrewdly inferred was quite as bitter as his own-
with a request for aid in realizing a little plan by which their
several sacrifices of cash upon the altar of a singularly barren
friendship certainly would be restored to them; and even might
be restored to them as much as fourfold.
In presenting his plan to his friends, Colonel Withersby's
supporting argument was statesmanlike. If the Marques were a
genuine Marques, he said, and as rich as he professed himself to
be, the loss of five hundred dollars, or even of five thousand dol.
lars, could make no possible difference to him. If on the other
hand he were a bogus Marques, and his wealth also a sham, no
harm could come from shearing him in so far as he could be
shorn, and thereafter turning him adrift to run away with the
flock of black lambs to which, as then would be demonstrated,
he properly belonged. Indeed, so far from harm coming of this
preliminary snipping, it would yield the valuable result of proving
beyond a peradventure the quality of the fleece; and so would
determine whether or not his, the Colonel's, time and talents
could be employed to advantage in endeavoring to effect the
more radical shearing that would remove every vestige of mer-
chantable wool. In brief, the Colonel's plan, the logical conclusion
from these premises, was that they should relieve the Marques of
a few of his Spanish dollars in the course of a quiet evening at
play.
Argument of this able sort, especially when addressed to per-
sons already more than disposed to fall in with its conclusions,
was convincing Mrs. Mortimer, it is true, - she was a cautious
person, who played slowly and prudently the interesting games
in which she was engaged, — did hesitate a little; but presently
said with an agreeable cordiality that the Colonel had done her
many good turns in the past, and that she gladly would do him
a good turn now by assisting to the best of her ability in mak-
ing his plan a working success. Probably there was a great
store of womanly tenderness and self-sacrifice in Mrs. Mortimer's
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8131
nature. Indeed, the accumulation of these gentle qualities must
have been very considerable, for she rarely made any use of
them.
Monsieur Duvent did not hesitate at all. The chance of get-
ting a shot direct at the Marques delighted him. Unhampered
by the arbitrary and annoying regulations of a banking system
that he despised but could not defy, he felt a comfortable con-
viction that he could balance, even to the extent of tipping it
decidedly in the other direction, the account that stood so heav-
ily against him. He therefore willingly promised to provide the
five hundred dollars of visible capital that the occasion called
for; and even consented to divide with Mrs. Mortimer - in the
improbable event of failure to secure from the Marques at least
this trifling amount - the cost of the little supper that would pre-
cede the more serious entertainment in which their Spanish friend
would be requested to take part.
IV
-
BY THOSE privileged to enjoy them, as already has been inti-
mated, the coziness of Mrs. Mortimer's little suppers was justly
esteemed. Usually they were limited to herself and a single
guest; under no circumstances were they suffered to exceed the
sociable number of four. Mrs. Mortimer's tastes were not pre-
cisely simple; but she was of a shy, retiring nature, and she
detested a crowd.
On the present occasion it was pleasant to behold—had there
been anybody to behold it—the warm cordiality that was de-
veloped between these four agreeable people, as this charming
little supper moved smoothly along from the cocktails which
began it (cocktails before supper had the merit of novelty to the
Marques; he took to them most kindly) to the coffee that brought
it to an end. Mrs. Mortimer's fine social qualities enabled her
to make each one of her guests appear at his very best, and also
to appreciate at its full value his own appearance. She was well
acquainted with Colonel Withersby's best stories, and she skill-
fully led up to them; she understood Monsieur Duvent's profes-
sional disposition toward taciturnity, and covered it so admirably
as to give the impression that he was positively loquacious; when
the conversation showed the least tendency toward flagging, she
herself was as prompt to fill the impending pause with sparkling
anecdote as in its more lively periods she was ready still further
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to stimulate it by sprightly repartee. Being conducted in the
French and Spanish tongues, - the Marques did not speak Eng.
lish,- the talk naturally followed the genius of these languages,
and was possibly a trifle freer than it would have been had
English been employed as the medium for the interchange of
thought. As the evening advanced, this liberal tendency became
somewhat more marked.
It was, however, in her demeanor toward the Marques that
Mrs. Mortimer's admirable qualities as a hostess most brilliantly
were displayed. Her gracious friendliness was manifested by a
hand frankly placed upon his shoulder as she bent over him to
offer coffee (her merry conceit being to serve this beverage her.
self); by exchanging glasses with him when she drank his health;
by her use of her prodigiously handsome brown eyes - and in a
hundred other artless and pretty ways. As to her cleverness in
creating conversational situations that enabled him to say bright
things, it really was astonishing. As has been stated, the dis-
position of the Marques at all times was friendly; under these
exceptionally agreeable circumstances he became positively effus-
ive. Yet, though his manner really was frankness itself, Mrs.
made to live on holy thoughts and fine phrases? It was his own
fancy, and it pleased him to think so. Did he suffer much ? »
she added more softly, after a pause.
«His sufferings were great, but they were short. ”
“And did he speak of me? " She had hesitated, and dropped
her eyes; she raised them with her question, and revealed in
their sombre stillness a gleam of feminine confidence, which for
the moment revived and illumined her beauty. Poor Theobald!
Whatever name he had given his passion, it was still her fine
eyes that had charmed him.
“Be contented, madam," I answered, gravely.
She dropped her eyes again, and was silent. Then exhaling
a full, rich sigh, as she gathered her shawl together: "He was a
magnificent genius! ”
I bowed, and we separated.
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HENRY JAMES
8109
Passing through a narrow side street on my way back to my
hotel, I perceived above a doorway a sign which it seemed to me
I had read before. I suddenly remembered that it was identical
with the superscription of a card that I had carried for an hour
in my waistcoat pocket. On the threshold stood the ingenious
artist whose claims to public favor were thus distinctly signalized,
smoking a pipe in the evening air, and giving the finishing
polish with a bit of rag to one of his inimitable “combinations. ”
I caught the expressive curl of a couple of tails. He recognized
me, removed his little red cap with a most obsequious bow, and
motioned me to enter his studio. I returned his bow and passed
on, vexed with the apparition. For a week afterwards, whenever
I was seized among the ruins of triumphant Rome with some
peculiarly poignant memory of Theobald's transcendent illusions
and deplorable failure, I seemed to hear a fantastic, impertinent
murmur, “Cats and monkeys, monkeys and cats-all human life
,
is there! ”
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8110
JĀMĪ
(1414-1492)
BY A. V. WILLIAMS JACKSON
HE Persian poet Jāmī was the last classic minstrel of Iran,
and a master in the historical, lyrical, and mystic literature.
He lived during the fifteenth century, and his writings are
fired by the last sparks from the torch of Firdausī, Sa'di, and Hāfiz;
so that his name has become one of the shining lights in the Persian
temple of poetic fame. Jāmi's native place was Jām, a small town in
the neighborhood of Herat in Khorassan. Hence he is called Jām-i;
although he plays upon this appellation as meaning also a “cup," and
as significant of his pouring out the spiritual wine of the love of God,
the wine of which the mystic Sūfīs so often speak: for Jāmi, like his
predecessors, had quaffed draughts from the flagon of the mystic
poetry of Sūfiism.
The minstrel's full name is given as Nūr-uddin 'Abd-urrahmān
Jāmī; his birth-year was 1414; and his education from early youth
was at the hands of eminent teachers. We know of his marriage,
and we are told of his endeavor, through his didactic prose story-
book ‘Bahāristān,' to give instruction to an only surviving son, born
late in life. A religious pilgrimage undertaken by Jāmi to Mecca
is also recorded. His poetic fame was so wide-spread that princes
unasked were ready to offer him favors: but Jāmi at heart was
devoted to Dervish teaching and to Sūfi philosophy, which won for
him a sort of saintly reputation; and when in 1492 he passed away,
advanced in years, he was mourned by the people of Herat and by
the highest dignitaries of State.
According to some accounts Jāmi was the author of nearly a
hundred works; it is not an exaggeration to attribute to him at least
forty. Fine manuscripts of his writings are not uncommon, and one
exquisite codex has been preserved which was prepared for the
Emperor of Hindustan, a century after Jāmi's death. This superb
specimen of Oriental calligraphy and illumination is said to have
cost thousands of dollars. Seven of the best of Jāmi's writings have
been gathered into a collection entitled (Haft Aurang,' (The Seven
Stars of the Great Bear,' or 'The Seven Thrones) as it is some-
times called. One of these seven is the pathetic story of Lailā and
Majnun”; another is the allegorical moral poem (Salāman and Absāl,'
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an English adaptation of which is to be found in the works of
Edward Fitzgerald; the third of the seven stars is the romantic tale
of Yūsuf and Zulikhā,' or Joseph and Potiphar's wife. This latter
theme had been previously treated by Firdausī among other poets;
but it still remains one of Jāmi's masterpieces. The story is not the
simple incident of the Bible, but is elaborately developed from the
Koran. The beautiful Zulikhā's dream in her youth of an ideal
spouse is thrice repeated. Her disappointment in the marriage with
Potiphar is bitter and keen, and is intensified by her discovering that
the fair youth Joseph who was purchased in the slave market is
the embodiment of that glorious apparition she had beheld in the
vision. The poem is then developed on very romantic lines, so as
to bring out each of the characters in clearest colors; but after the
vicissitudes of years, the poem ends happily when the fair Zulīkhā,
now widowed, is united to Joseph as the ideal of manly beauty and
purity, and she becomes a worshiper of the true God. Jāmī's prose
work the Bahāristān,' or Abode of Spring,' comprises a series of
pithy short stories, entertaining brief tales, or Oriental wisdom, and is
modeled on Sa'di's (Gulistān. '
Considerable material is accessible to English readers who may be
interested in Jāmi: for example, S. Robinson, Persian Poetry) (Glas-
gow, 1883), from which the selections appended are taken; also L. S.
Costello, 'Rose Garden of Persia' (London, 1887); Edward Fitzgerald,
(Salāman and Absāl, Translated (American edition, Boston, 1887);
again, “The Bahāristān Literally Translated' (published by the Kama
Shastra Society, Benares, 1887). See also Sir Gore Ouseley, Biographi-
cal Notices of Persian Poets' (London, 1846); and for bibliographical
lists of translations into German and French, consult H. Ethé in
Geiger's Grundriss der Iranischen Philologie,' ii. 305, 307.
Air. Wiele aus
is Jackson
[The following selections are from Jāmi's Joseph and Zulaikha. ']
LOVE
A
HEART which is void of the pains of love is not heart;
A body without heart woes is nothing but clay and water.
Turn thy face away from the world to the pangs of love;
For the world of love is a world of sweetness.
Let there not be in the world an unloving heart!
Let not the pangs of love be less in the bosom of any one!
Heaven itself is confused with longings after love;
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Earth is filled with the tumult at the clamors of its passion.
Become the captive of love, in order to become free; [ness.
Lay its sorrows to thy heart, that thou mayest know its glad.
The wine of love will inebriate and warm thee,
Will free from thee coldness and devotion to self.
In the memories of love the lover renews his freshness;
In his devotion to it he creates for himself a lofty fame.
If Mejnun had never drunk the wine from this cup,
Who would have spread his name throughout the worlds ?
Thousands of the wise and learned have passed away,
Passed away — forgotten, because strangers to love;
No name, no trace remains of their existence,
No history of them is left on the records of Time.
Many are the birds of beautiful forms
Which the people closes its lip and refuses to speak of;
When those who have all hearts tell stories of love,
The stories they tell are of the Moth and the Nightingale.
In the world thou mayest be skilled in a hundred arts,—
Love is the only one which will free thee from thyself.
Turn not thy face from love: even if it be shallow,
It is thy apprenticeship for learning the true one;
If thou dost not first learn thine A B C on thy slate,
How wilt thou ever be able to read a lesson from the Koran ?
I heard of a scholar who besought a teacher
To assist him in treading the path of his doctrine;
The teacher replied: “Thou hast never yet stirred a foot in
the way of love;
Go— become a lover, and then appear before me;
For till thou hast tasted the symbolical wine-cup,
Thou wilt never drain the real one to the lees. )
No! thou must not stay lingering over the image,
But quickly transport thyself over this bridge:
If thou desirest ever to reach the inn,
Thou must not remain standing at the bridge ahead. [tery,
Praise be to God! that so long as I have dwelt in this monas-
I have been a nimble traveler in the road of love!
When the midwife first divided the navel-string,
She divided it with the knife of love;
When my mother first put my lips to her breast,
She gave me to suck the blood-tinged milk of love;
Although my hair is now white as milk,
The savor of love still dwells in my mind.
In youth or in age there is nothing like love;
The enchantment of love breathes upon me forever.
"Jāmi," it says, “thou hast grown old in love:
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Rouse thy spirit, and in love die !
Compose a tale on the pleasures of love,
[existence!
That thou mayest leave to the world some memorial of thy
Draw thou a picture with thy delicate pencil,
Which, when thou quittest thy place, may remain in thy stead. ”
Translation of S. Robinson.
BEAUTY
IN
N THAT solitude in which Being is without a mark,
The universe still lay hidden in the treasure-house of non-
existence;
Whilst its substance had not yet taken the form of duality,
And was far from speech and talk, from “We” and “Ye," —
Beauty was free from the shackles of form,
And by its own light alone was it visible to itself;
It was a lovely bride behind the veil of her nuptial chamber,
Her vesture unsullied by a suspicion of a speck.
There was no mirror to reflect back its countenance,
Nor had ever comb passed a hand through its ringlets;
No breeze had ever ruffled a lock of its tresses;
Its eye had never been touched by a grain of surma dust;
No nightingale had yet nestled under the shade of his rose;
No rose had put yet on her adornment of verdure;
Its cheek was not yet embellished by mole or down,
And no eye had yet beheld it even in imagination;
Its voice of endearment was with itself alone,
And with itself was played its game of affection.
But wherever the power of Beauty exists,
Beauty is angered to be hidden by a veil.
A lovely face will not endure concealment:
Bar but the door, it will escape by the window!
Behold the tulip on the mountain-top,
How smilingly it comes forth in the vernal season;
It shoots out of the earth thro' every cleft of the rock,
And forces itself into notice by its own loveliness.
When a feeling of Beauty once falls upon the sight,
And strangely threads itself on the tie of sensation,
It can never again pass away from the fancy;
It insists henceforth on being heard or spoken of.
Wherever is the Beautiful, this is its law,
Imposed by the action of the Eternal Beauty;
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Coming from the realms of the Holy, here it pitched its station,
And revealed itself in every quarter and to every spirit.
In every mirror is reflected its face,
In every place is heard its conversation and language;
And all the holy who are seeking the Holy,
Exclaim in ecstasy, “O thou Holy One! )
And from all the divers in this celestial ocean
Rises the shout, “Glory to the Lord of Angels! ”
From its brightness a beam fell upon the Rose,
[ingale;
And from the Rose came its melody into the soul of the Night-
From its fire the Taper kindled up its cheek,
And forth with a hundred Moths were burnt in every chamber;
From its light a spark set on fire the sun,
And straightway the Nile-lily raised its head from the water.
By its countenance Laila arrayed her own,
And Mejnun's passion was inflamed by every hair;
The mouth of Shirin opened its sugаred lip,
And stole the heart of Parviz and the soul of Ferhad;
The Moon of Canaan raised its head from its breast,
And bore away reason from the brain of Zulaikha.
Yes! - Beauty unveils its countenance in the private chamber,
Even when hid behind the veil from earthly lovers;
Of every veil which thou seest it is the veil-holder,
'Tis its decree which carries every heart into bondage;
In its love only has the heart its life;
In its love only has the soul its felicity.
The heart of every one who is enamored with the lovely
Is inspired by its love, whether he knows it or not.
Beware that thou fall into no error as to Beauty:
Love we must, when it shows forth its charms;
For as each thing is fair, so it is worthy of love:
It is the stem whence comes the object;
Thou art the mirror, it brings thee the image;
Thou art hid by a veil, it shows itself openly;
When thou lookest on Beauty, it is the mirror also,
For it is not only the treasure, but the treasure-house too.
We have in this matter no right to intermeddle — thou and I;
Our opinions about it are but vain fancies !
Be silent! — for this is a tale which has no ending;
Its language is one which has no interpreter.
Better for us that our business be love,
For without its converse we are nothing — nothing!
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ZULAIKHA'S FIRST DREAM
NIGHT it was sweet as the morning of life,
A
Fish and fowl rested from motion,
Business drew its foot within the skirt of its garment.
Within this pleasure-house, full of varieties,
Naught remained open save the eye of the star.
Night, the thief, robbed the sentinel of his understanding;
The bell-ringer stilled the tongue of the bell;
The hound wound its tail round its neck like a collar,
And in that collar stifled its baying;
The bird of the night drew out its sword-like feathers,
And cut off its tuneful reed (i. e. , its throat] from its morn-
ing song; .
The watchman on the dome of the royal palace
Saw in imagination the drowsy poppy-head,
And no longer retained the power of wakefulness —
The image of that poppy-head called him into slumber.
The drummer no longer beat his tymbal,
His hand could no longer hold the drumstick.
The Muessin from the Minaret no longer cried, "Allah! Allah! the
Ever-Living!
Roll up your mattresses, ye nightly dead, and neglect not prayer! ”
Zulaikha, of the sugar lips, was enjoying the sweetest slumber
Which had fallen on her soft narcissus-like eyes;
Her head pressed the pillow with its hyacinthine locks,
And her body the couch with its roseate burthen.
The hyacinthine locks were parted on the pillow,
And painted the roseate cheeks with silken streaks;
The image-seeing eye was closed in slumber,
But another eye was open— that of the soul:
With that she saw suddenly enter a young man —
Young man, do I say? - rather a spirit!
A blessed figure from the realms of light,
Beauteous as a Huri borne off from the Garden of the Seventh
Heaven,
And had robbed trait by trait of each beauty, excellence, and per-
fection,
Copying one by one every alluring attraction.
His stature was that of the fresh box-tree;
[his;
The free-cypress in its freedom was a slave compared with
His hair from above hung down like a chain,
And fettered hand and foot even the judgment of the wise;
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From his brow shot so resplendent a flash of light,
That sun and moon bent to the ground before him;
His eyebrows, which might have been a high altar for the
saintly,
Were an amber-scented canopy over the sleeper's eyes;
His face was as the moon's from its station in Paradise ;
From his eyelashes darted arrows to pierce the heart;
The pearly teeth within the ruby lips
Were lightning flashing from a roseate evening sky;
The smiles of his ruby lips were as sweet as sugar
When he laughed, his laugh was the lustre of the Pleiades;
The words of his mouth were sugar itself.
When this vision rose before the eye of Zulaikha,
At one glance happened that which needs must happen:
She beheld excellence beyond human limits,
Seen not in Peri, never heard of in Huri.
From the beauty of the image and the dream of its perfection,
She became his captive, not with her one but with a hundred
hearts.
Fancy made his form the ideal of her mind,
And planted in her soul the young shoot of love.
Translation of S. Robinson.
SILENT SORROW
O
N THE morrow, when the raven of night had taken its up-
ward flight,
And the cock was crowing its morning carol,
And the nightingales had ceased their soul-moving chant,
And had withdrawn from the rose-bush the veil of the rose-bud,
And the violet was washing its fragrant locks,
And the jessamine was wiping the night dew from its face,
Zulaikha still lay sunk in sweetest slumber,
Her heart-look still fixed on her last night's altar;
Sleep it was not,— rather a delightful bewilderment,
A kind of insanity from her nocturnal passion!
Her waiting-maids impress the kisses on her feet,
Her damsels approach to give the hand-kiss;
Then she lifteth the veil from her dewy tulip cheeks,
And shaketh off the sleep from her love-languishing eyes:
She looketh around on every side, but seeth not a sign
Of the roseate image of her last night's dream.
Translation of S. Robinson.
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THOMAS ALLIBONE JANVIER
(1849-)
SA
N AMERICAN writer with a charming touch, and a quick eye
for picturesque features of the native life, is Thomas Alli-
bone Janvier, a Philadelphian now in the prime of his
power. Janvier first entered journalism, and then turned by a natural
deflection to more distinctive literary work. His profession and his
tastes brought him within the confines of the alluring land of Bohe-
mia, and he reproduces this experience delightfully in some of his
books, particularly in the short stories. In New York he has been a
student of humanity, who has tempered the
realism with which he depicts the charac-
teristics of the French, Spanish, and other
Romance foreign elements there commin-
gled, with a kindly humor and a pleasant
romanticism. His first book, Color Stud-
ies: Four Stories,' is made up of slight but
clever and agreeable sketches of New York
life with a flavor of the studio, carried even
to the naming of the personages after the
colors used by the painter, — Rose Madder,
Gamboge, Mangan Brown, and the like. Mr.
Janvier, however, did not confine himself
to the American metropolis for his studies.
THOMAS A. JANVIER
He has made a thorough study of Mexico, After painting by Carroll
and this knowledge is marked in his Mexi-
Beckwith
can Guide) (1886), an admirable book of its
class; while the romantic novel “The Aztec Treasure House: A Ro-
mance of Contemporaneous Antiquity' (1890), makes ingenious use of
that locale by the motive of a buried treasure. In spite of its fan-
tastic character, the novel has genuine romantic power and charm, is
rich in detail, and of sustained narrative interest. An Embassy to
Provence (1893)- graceful, happily touched travel sketches - gives
another side of his interest in the Latin races. Janvier's humor
comes pleasantly out in 'The Woman's Conquest of New York: By a
Member of the Committee of Safety of 1908,' published anonymously
in 1894. In Old New York,' dating the same year, is made up of
sympathetic papers on bygone Gotham; the picturesqueness of the
past even in the practical United States again appealing to him. Of
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late he has been interested especially in the Provençal land and lit-
erature: a long sojourn in Provence, and acquaintance with the bards
Mistral and Gras and the Félibrige group of singers, has led him,
with the aid of his wife, to introduce Gras's spirited “The Reds of
the Midi? to English readers, Mr. Janvier writing a preface to Mrs.
Janvier's felicitous translation. But whether at home or abroad, Jan-
vier's interest is plainly and increasingly in the picturesque exotic
scenes and character types which are furnished by those sun-loving
southern peoples, with their song, romance, and riant charm. He has
been little touched by the realism of the day, except as his studies
use the realistic method in reproducing the details of his pictures.
But humor, sentiment, the touch of illusion, are always present, mak-
ing him not only a pleasant but a wholesome writer.
THE EPISODE OF THE MARQUES DE VALDEFLORES
From Harper's Magazine. Copyright 1891, by Harper & Brothers
I
A*
NTONIO HILARION DOMINGUEZ MEDRANO Y CORELLA, Marques
de Valdeflores. When this brilliant name, with its pendent
rubrica, was written by the nobleman to whom it pertained
upon the register of the Casa Napoléon,-a modest hostelry,
founded in the interest of the traveling Franco-Hispano public
temporarily resident in the city of New York,—there ran through
that establishment a thrill which may be said to have shaken it,
figuratively speaking, from stem to stern.
As a rule the frequenters of the Casa Napoléon were not
noblemen. The exceptions to this rule were sporadic French
counts, whose costly patronage by no means was to be desired.
Thanks to Madame's worldly wisdom, - sharpened to a very
fine edge by five-and-twenty years of hotel-keeping,—these self-
constituted members of the French nobility rarely got ahead of
her. She “zized 'em up,” as she expressed it, promptly; and as
.
promptly they received their deserts: that is to say, they were
requested to pay in advance or to move on. Then they moved on.
But a nobleman from Old Spain, a genuine nobleman, and
so exalted a personage as a Marques, was quite another thing.
This was a splendor the like of which was unknown in all the
eighteen years during which the Casa Napoléon had run its some-
what checkered, but on the whole successful, career. Madame,
though an Imperialist rather than a Legitimist in her political
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creed, had a soulful respect for a title; which respect she mani-
fested on this occasion by putting the silk coverlet on the bed in
the best apartment, and by hurriedly removing the brown holland
slips from the red-plush sofa and from the two red-plush arm-
chairs. Don Anastasio — whose royalist tendencies had led him
into a revolution in Mexico, that had ended in not leading him
but in most violently projecting him out of it - rejoiced in the
honor attendant upon entertaining so distinguished a representa-
tive of the principles for which, he was accustomed to declare,
he had suffered martyrdom. That he might lift himself to the
high plane of the situation, he lighted one of the choicest of his
reserved stock of smuggled cigars, and smoked it to the health
of the King of Spain. Telésforo, the Cuban negro who waited
in the dining-room upon the Spanish-speaking patrons of the
house, retired hurriedly to his den in the basement and put on
his clean shirt; which was not due, in the natural order of
things, until the ensuing Sunday. Even Jules—the one-eyed
French waiter; a pronounced Red, who openly boasted that he
had lost his eye while fighting in the Commune behind a barri-
cade — so far yielded to the spirit of the hour as to put on the
clean paper collar that (keeping it in the rarely used large soup
tureen) he held in reserve for occasions of especial festivity.
Marie, the trig chambermaid, stuck a bow of cherry-colored rib-
bon in her black hair. No more was required of her. Without
any extra adornment, Marie at all times was as fresh and as
blooming as the rose.
As it was with the proprietors and the retainers of the Casa
Napoléon, so was it also with the habitués of that rather eccen-
tric but most comfortable establishment. Colonel Withersby, who
had not been wholly successful in his latest venture in tramway
promotion in Nicaragua,- who had been compelled, in fact, to
leave Nicaragua with such inconsiderate celerity that his exodus
might with propriety be termed a fight,- was cheered by the
hope that Heaven had thrown in his way an opportunity to pro-
mote a tramway in some city (any city, he was not particular)
in Spain. Monsieur Duvent, the dealer in a very respectable
French gambling establishment in South Fifth Avenue, stroked
thoughtfully his respectable gray mustache, and made a few
trifling mental calculations in regard to the relative values of
current Spanish and American coins. Mrs. Myrtle Vane, who
was connected with the press, perceived at least a society item in
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the situation; possibly, should the Marques prove to be in any
way a scandalous personage, a half-column article for the Sun.
day edition. Mrs. Mortimer — who presumably was a person of
substance, for she occupied a handsome apartment on the first
floor, yet she toiled not, neither did she spin- listened to Marie's
account of the arrival of the Marques with an expression of
much interest. Thereafter she descended to dinner clad in rai.
ment of price that far outshone in splendor the modest beauty
of the lilies of the field -a species of vegetation with which, in
point of fact, Mrs. Mortimer had but little in common.
Dr. Théophile (French creole, expatriated from the island
of Guadeloupe) alone refused to accept the Marques at his face
value. «Pooh! ” said Dr. Théophile rudely, when Don Anasta-
sio called him into the office that evening and showed him the
magnificent name upon the register. "Pooh! He is not a real
“
Marques. That is moonshine. A nobleman of that calibre, Don
Anastasio, does not come to the Casa Napoléon. Now and then,
I grant you, you have here a rich planter from the Islands or
from the Spanish Main; and now and then a revolutionist who
has been lucky enough — as you were - to get away with some
of the revolutionary swag. But a genuine Marques, and from
Old Spain, and rich ? Oh no, Don Anastasio: that is only a
dream! If he is a Marques he certainly is without money; if he
has money he certainly is not a Marques — and the chances are
that he has neither title nor cash. I saw something in the Epoca
last week about a monté dealer who had to leave Barcelona in a
hurry. No doubt your Marques is that very man. ”
However, Dr.
Théophile was a natural-born remonstrant. It
was he who assailed Don Anastasio's claim to martyrdom in the
royalist cause. The Doctor's contention was that Don Anastasio
would have lived a most miserable life, ending in an early and
uncomfortable death, had not good fortune wafted him hurriedly
out of Mexico and safely deposited him in New York; where
his days were long in the land, and very pleasant to him in the
comfortable haven in the Casa Napoléon that he had secured by
his judicious marriage with Madame. Don Anastasio, who could
afford to be heroic under the circumstances, denied Dr. Théo-
phile's points absolutely, and clung to the belief in his martyrdom
with an affectionate fervor - that did not in the least interfere,
however, with his contentedly wearing shabby raiment and soiled
linen, and faring sumptuously every day. Indeed, the excellent
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food that Madame gave him to eat, and the sound Bordeaux that
she gave him to drink, would have gone a long way toward
squaring accounts with a martyr whose martyrdom had been of
a much more vigorous sort.
After this denial of the validity of the Marques there was
something of a coolness between Dr. Théophile and Don Anas-
tasio, that endured until too much of Madame's rich food, and
too much of that especial old Bordeaux, brought on one of Don
Anastasio's bilious attacks, and so compelled him to resort to Dr.
Théophile for physicking. Madame, who was short and round,
and of a most quick and resolute temperament, did not suffer
her resentment of the aspersions upon the genuineness of the
Marques to take the form of a mere coolness: it took the form
of a very positive warmth. In her native clipped and softened
French of Toulouse, she rated Dr. Théophile most roundly for
venturing to call in question the honor of the nobleman within
her gates — who, in a most nobleman-like manner, was running
up a bill at the rate of from five to seven dollars a day. To
this rating Dr. Théophile, in his much more clipped and still
softer French of Guadeloupe, replied temperately that he would
not then discuss the matter further; but that he would have
much pleasure in resuming it at a later period, when time in its
fullness should have tested their conflicting opinions in the cru-
cible of practical results. He was wise in his generation, was
this Dr. Théophile. His warrings were not with womenkind.
With a man, he said, he was ready at all times to do battle with
tongue or pistol or sword. But with a woman — no! A woman,
he declared, was an inconclusive animal. You might grind her
between irrefutable arguments until you had reduced her to
figurative fragments, and at the end of this somewhat shocking
process she simply would reiterate her original proposition with
a calmly superior smile. Yet the women liked Dr. Théophile.
There was current an old-time rumor that the cause of his leav-
ing Guadeloupe was a dismal blight that had fallen upon his
heart. A man whose past has in it a bit of sad romance like
that is an object of tender solicitude to every right-natured
woman; and he easily finds forgiveness on the part of such gentle
judges for saying evil things about the sex that has done him so
cruel a wrong.
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»
MEANWHILE, the Marques de Valdeflores — blissfully ignorant
of the doubts cast by Dr. Théophile upon his wealth and his
patent of nobility, and ignorant also of the very amiable designs
formed by the resident population of the Casa Napoléon for as-
sisting in the distribution of that wealth, and for rendering that
nobility commercially valuable — continued in apparent content-
ment to occupy Madame's best apartment, to eat largely of the
admirable food which she caused daily to be prepared for him,
and to drink most liberally of her excellent wines.
He was a very affable personage, was the Marques. «You
might think that he wasn't a nobleman at all! ” was Madame's
admiring comment when telling of the frank and entirely un-
affected way in which he had borrowed a dollar of Telésforo, the
Cuban negro, to pay his cab fare.
“You might know that he was not,” was the cynical comment
of Dr. Théophile, to whom this gracious fact was told.
Fortunately for the credit for hospitality of the Casa Napo-
léon, Dr. Théophile was the only one of the several dwellers
in or frequenters of that establishment who manifested the least
disposition toward standing the Marques off. The others, to do
them justice, more than atoned for Dr. Théophile's coldness by
their effusive friendliness. With a frank cordiality charming to
contemplate, they severally and collectively did their very best
to make him feel that, so far from being a stranger in a strange
land, he was very much at home among genuine friends. As
tending still further to emphasize this international comity, it was
even more delightful to observe the gracious friendliness with
which these friendly advances were met and reciprocated. Hav-
ing lived long enough in the world - he was a personable man,
in the prime of his mature manhood — to know how rarely the
perfect flower of friendship blooms, and possessing moreover
the open-hearted temperament of the South, it was only natural,
though on that account none the less pleasing, that the Marques
should do his part to show his grateful appreciation of the hos-
pitable kindness that was showered upon him. That he did his
.
part was admitted by everybody but the remonstrant Dr. Thé-
ophile, who declared morosely that he overdid it.
Mrs. Myrtle Vane, who sat beside him at the ordinary, suc-
ceeded in getting a good column article out of him on the very
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first evening of their acquaintance. The Marques told her some
very racy stories about Spanish court life; and she worked them
up-her knowledge of Spanish, a language universally current
in the Casa Napoléon, enabling her to throw in a word here and
there that gave them local color — in a fashion that made them
still racier. As special correspondence under a Madrid date,
they were a decided hit in the Sunday edition. The editor vol-
untarily gave her six dollars and a half the thousand words, and
told her to go ahead and get some more. It was as good stuff
as he ever had come across, he said. certainly was admira-
bly scandalous. Mrs. Vane perceived that she had opened a gold
mine,- for the story-telling powers of the Marques appeared to
be inexhaustible, — and she worked it with a will. Feeling
under a real obligation to the nobleman who so considerably
was increasing her weekly income,- she was a kind-hearted soul,
not nearly so sophisticated as her very highly spiced illiterary
productions would have led one to suppose, - she was glad to
have an opportunity to show her appreciation of his kindness by
inviting him to accompany her, on a press order, to an evening
at the play. In the spirit in which it was offered, the Marques
accepted this polite invitation. It struck him that there was
something slightly pathetic about it. After the performance he
treated Mrs. Vane — at a certain restaurant well known for its
shady reputation and for the brilliant achievements of its chef -
to the very best supper that she had eaten in the whole course
of her life.
"He's a perfect high-toned gentleman,” Mrs. Vane declared
when recounting to Mrs. Mortimer rapturously - for little sup-
pers came rarely in her life — this extraordinary and delightful
-
experience. « He ordered all the highest priced things on the
bill of fare, and he set up the wine as if it was water; and he
never offered to do more than just nicely squeeze my hand. I
don't care what spiteful things Dr. Théophile says about him:
after that I know that he's a perfect high-toned gentleman all
the way through!
Inasmuch as Mrs. Mortimer, according to the repeated asser-
tion of Colonel Withersby, was a high-toned lady herself, it is
reasonable to suppose that she found pleasure in listening to
this handsome eulogy; and it is creditable to her generous im-
pulses to suppose, also, that when a few days later she invited
the Marques to a little supper in her own apartment, she was
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actuated by an amiable desire to repay his kindness to her friend
in kind.
Mrs. Mortimer was a delightful hostess, and her little suppers
were renowned. To be sure, those who partook of them were
apt to find that in the long run they came rather high; but this
trifling drawback upon a pure enjoyment of her hospitality was
immaterial, inasmuch as, with a characteristic thoughtfulness, she
uniformly selected her guests from that moneyed class which is
superior in matters of amusement to considerations of expense.
On this particular occasion, it is needless to say that the
Marques enjoyed his supper with Mrs. Mortimer. That Mrs.
Mortimer enjoyed her supper with the Marques is a matter less
absolutely assured. When he bade her good-night, bowing over
her hand very gracefully, and with a gallant and high-bred
courtesy kissing the tips of her white fingers, it is undeniable
that he left her in a decidedly bewildered state of mind. All
that Mrs. Vane had told of his dignified reserve she perceived
was true. Her acquaintance with the higher nobility was ex-
tremely limited. If this were a fair specimen of that class, she
was fain to admit that its members were anything but easy to
understand. Her one coherent concept in the premises was the
unpleasant conviction that her little supper had not been an
unqualified success.
Nor did Monsieur Duvent, as the result of his lavish expend-
iture of friendship upon the Marques, receive any very adequate
return. Having traveled a great deal professionally in Spain, he
began his friendly advances by intelligent encomiums of that
country. The Marques met his complimentary comments by the
polite declaration that praise of his native land always was dear
to him, but that it was doubly dear when bestowed with accurate
discrimination by one who obviously knew it well; after which he
made several exceeding handsome speeches to Monsieur Duvent
in regard to France. Their talk running lightly upon the more
superficial characteristics of their respective countries, there was
nothing forced in Monsieur Duvent's remark that he had been
much struck — he did not add that his opportunities for being
struck in this fashion had been decidedly exceptional — by observ-
ing the passionate and universal devotion of the Spanish race to
gaming. In reply the Marques courteously denied that the taste
for gaming was universal among his countrymen, but at the
same time admitted frankly that it was very general; he even
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added smilingly that he shared in it himself. To permit one's
self to be carried away by this passion, he observed with an
admirable morality, was a most serious mistake; but within due
bounds, he continued with a morality less severe, he knew of no
amusement more interesting than judiciously conducted games
of mingled chance and skill, played for heavy yet not excessive
stakes.
Naturally this discourse was very exactly to Monsieur Du-
vent's mind; and still more to his mind was the prompt accept-
ance by the Marques of the obliging offer to afford him an
opportunity for gratifying his taste for gaming in New York.
As for the moral reflections that had accompanied the avowal
by the Marques of his amiable weakness, Monsieur Duvent
attached but little importance to them. In the course of his very
extensive experience in these matters he frequently had heard
expressed sentiments of this temperate sort; and as frequently
had seen them scattered, in time of trial, like smoke before the
wind.
What very much surprised Monsieur Duvent, therefore,–
when in due course the Marques was introduced into the quiet
and intensely respectable gambling establishment in South Fifth
Avenue, — was to observe that the temperateness of his new
friend in deeds was precisely in keeping with his temperateness
in words. The Marques played with a handsome liberality, but
also with a most phenomenal coolness. He followed his luck
boldly yet prudently; he dropped his bad luck instantly; and his
experienced wisdom was manifested by the obvious fact that he
adhered to no "system,” and recognized in the game no principle
save that of the purest chance. At the end of an hour or so,
when he nodded pleasantly to Monsieur Duvent and withdrew,
the bank was much the worse for his visit. Monsieur Duvent,
whose income was largely in the nature of commissions, was
decidedly dissatisfied. In this case the commission had gone the
wrong way. The unpleasant fact must be added that in the
course of the subsequent visits paid by the Marques to the quiet
banking establishment,- fortunately he did not come often, - his
aggravating good fortune remained practically unchanged. Being
only human, Monsieur Duvent suffered his friendship for the
Spanish nobleman appreciably to cool.
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III
(
COLONEL WITHERSBY's acquaintance with the Marques opened
under circumstances so auspicious as to inspire in the breast of
that eminent promoter the most sanguine hopes. At that par-
ticular juncture the Colonel, as he himself expressed it, was
“in a blanked bad hole. ” He had made the fatal mistake, in the
hope of larger winnings, of standing by the Nicaragua tramway
enterprise until it was too late for him to get out before the
smash. As the result of his unwise greed he had lost — not
what he had put into the tramway company, for he had not put
anything into it, but what he had expected to take out of it.
Further,- and this was where the pinch came,- his reputation
as a promoter had been most seriously injured. Owing to cir-
cumstances over which he had had entire control, the Colonel's
reputation - either as a promoter or as anything else - was of
a sort that no longer could be trifled with. There was very little
of it left, and that little was bad. But until this unlucky twist
in Nicaragua, his shrewdness in invariably getting out before
the smash, and his handsome conduct in uniformly giving the
straight tip to his fellow occupants of the ground floor, always
had enabled him to smile at disasters in which only the inno-
cent suffered; and presently, with a fresh supply of innocents,
to make a fresh and not less profitable start.
In the Nicaragua affair, no unpleasant reflections were cast
upon the Colonel's honesty by his immediate friends; had any
one suggested that he possessed a sufficient amount of honesty to
catch even a very small reflection, they doubtless would have
smiled: but they frankly and profanely admitted that their con-
fidence in his sagacity was destroyed. In their coarse but hearty
manner they declared that they would be blanked before they
would chip in with such a blank fool again. When the most in-
timate friends of a promoter use language of this sort about him,
it is evident that his sphere of usefulness in promotion must be
materially contracted. In the case of Colonel Withersby it was
contracted about to the vanishing point. In his prompt military
way (he had served, with a constantly increasing credit to himself,
as a sutler in the late war) he perceived how shattered were his
frontiers, and how gloomy was the outlook toward their rectifica-
tion; and therefore it was that he described himself as being
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“in a blanked bad hole. ” His profane emphasis was borne out
by the facts.
Naturally the coming of the Marques de Valdeflores at this
critical juncture was regarded by the Colonel as nothing less than
providential. Not only was the acquaintance of a rich nobleman
desirable on general principles, — since such a personage might
reasonably be expected to subscribe liberally to any stock, and to
give strength to any company by permitting the use of his name
on the board of direction, — but the Colonel saw much that was
comforting in the opening possibility of shifting his promoting
interests from Spanish America to Old Spain. In the colonies he
was forced to contend against the adverse influence of his own
widely diffused reputation as a far too skillful financier - a reputa-
tion that most seriously militated against his promoting anything
whatever. In the parent country, as both hope and modesty
advised him, there was a fair chance that he might carry on
business quietly, unhampered by his own renown.
Taking this cheerful view of what a friendship with the Mar-
ques was likely to do for him, he spoke only the literal truth
when he told that nobleman that he would have much pleasure
in showing him the town. As the event proved, the Marques
was not desirous of seeing the town within the full meaning of
the Colonel's words; but he repeatedly did accept invitations to
the theatre, and also accepted cheerfully the refreshments of a
vinous nature offered to him by the Colonel, with an excellent
hospitality, in the intervals and at the ends of the several per-
formances which they witnessed together. That on these and on
all other possible occasions he should have his attention pointedly
directed to the subject of tramways was a foregone conclusion,
for tramways were the very essence of the Colonel's life. What
was more surprising, and to the Colonel eminently pleasing, was
the fact that he manifested in regard to tramways an intelligent
interest. He mentioned, by way of explaining his possession of
so unusually large a fund of accurate information upon this sub-
ject, that he owned some shares in a tramway company recently
organized in Madrid. The enterprise had turned out very well,
he said; so well, indeed, that he greatly regretted that when the
shares first were put upon the market he had not taken a larger
block. This was a sentiment that the Colonel never had heard
advanced by a single one of the numerous purchasers of shares
which he himself had floated. It surprised and delighted him.
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Here indeed was a field the working of which promised well.
And so vigorously did Colonel Withersby proceed to work it, that
within a week he and the Marques were discussing energetically
the details of a plan for building an urban tramway - eventually
to have suburban extensions — in the city of Tarazona. That the
Colonel never before had so much as heard the name of this city
- it was selected because the most considerable of the estates of
the Marques lay near to it — did not in the least interfere with
his going into the enterprise heart and soul. The name was a
good one for a prospectus. That was quite enough for him. He
sat down quickly at a writing-table and wrote a prospectus, –
his skill was prodigious in this line of composition,-in which he
proved conclusively that the Compañia Limitada de Ferrocarriles
de la Ciudad de Tarazona y sus Alrededores was the most prom-
ising financial enterprise in which the investing public ever had
been permitted to purchase the few remaining shares.
But pleased though the Colonel naturally was at having thus
struck what had every appearance of being a pay streak of phe-
nomenal thickness and width, he was not a little disheartened, as
time went on without materially advancing the Tarazona tramway
enterprise, by the conviction that the ore was of an eminently
refractory type. So far as projection was concerned, the Marques
was all that the most sanguine promoter could ask; but in the
matter of coming down to the hard-pan, to use the Colonel's
phrase, he left a good deal to be desired. Under other and more
favorable circumstances the Colonel's vigorous method would have
been to get his scheme into tangible shape by the organization
of a company, which he then would have asked the Marques to
join as chairman; and by the printing of some thousands of cer-
tificates of shares, a considerable portion of which he would have
« placed with his friends, and the remaining more considerable
portion of which he would have asked the Marques to purchase.
Then he would have strewn the prospectus broadcast throughout
the land. If it took, and there was a demand for the stock
well, then the Colonel and his friends would see that the de-
mand was supplied, even at the sacrifice of their own holdings.
Should they be compelled by a high sense of duty to make a
sacrifice of this nature, they would then of course retire from
the management. Having enabled it to win its way to popular
favor, they would permit the Compañia Limitada de Ferrocarriles
de la Ciudad de Tarazona y sus Alrededores to go it alone.
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Under the existing highly unfavorable circumstances, this mas-
terly line of action could not be pursued. Those who had been
the friends of his bosom before the Nicaragua catastrophe, stand-
ing ready to help in the organization of anything, and willing to
permit any number of shares of it to stand in their names, now
would have none of him. Their disposition was wholly that of
priests and Levites. They declined with maledictions to act as
directors. They declared in the most profanely positive terms
that they would not lend him a solitary imprecated cent. Yet
without some slight advance of ready money — his own scant sav-
ings from the Nicaragua wreck being about expended — he could
do nothing. His prospectus must be printed, and so must his
share certificates; and even the most sanguine of the bank-note
companies declined to execute his order save on a basis of fifty
per cent. deposited in advance.
The only line of action that appeared to be open to him in
the premises was to induce the Marques to come down with the
trifling amount demanded by the bank-note company, and to per-
mit the use of his name as chairman of the yet-to-be-organized
board. With that much of a start, the Colonel's hopeful nature
led him to believe that he could scare up a board of direction
somehow; and if he could not, he was prepared to fill in the gap
temporarily with a list of names copied from the nearest tomb-
stones. But when this modest plan - not including, however, a
statement of the source whence the names of his fellow directors
might be drawn - was formulated and presented, the Marques
,
toyed with it in a manner that provoked Colonel Withersby to
violent profanity in private, and that seemed more than likely to
end by driving him mad. One day he would manifest every dis-
position to fall in with the Colonel's proposals, and the very next
day he would treat the whole matter as though it had been at
that moment opened to him for the first time. That he continued
to accept the various entertainments, with their accompanying
refreshments, which the Colonel offered him, only made the situ-
ation the more trying. Having been begun, these hospitalities
could not well be abandoned. But it was entirely obvious to the
Colonel that they could not go on much longer unless he could
succeed in making some sort of a strike. As he put it, in the
mining phraseology that was habitual with him, the dumps were
cleaned up, there was nothing but wall in sight, and he had
either to open a
new prospect or go flat on his back on the
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bed-rock. Truly, by this time the hole that he was in was a des-
perately deep one, and he was at the very bottom of it. With
all his vigor - and in the matter of cursing he had a great deal
of vigor - he cursed the hour in which the Marques de Valde-
flores had come out of Spain.
Being in this bitter mood, Colonel Withersby turned to Mon-
sieur Duvent and Mrs. Mortimer — whose disposition toward the
Marques he shrewdly inferred was quite as bitter as his own-
with a request for aid in realizing a little plan by which their
several sacrifices of cash upon the altar of a singularly barren
friendship certainly would be restored to them; and even might
be restored to them as much as fourfold.
In presenting his plan to his friends, Colonel Withersby's
supporting argument was statesmanlike. If the Marques were a
genuine Marques, he said, and as rich as he professed himself to
be, the loss of five hundred dollars, or even of five thousand dol.
lars, could make no possible difference to him. If on the other
hand he were a bogus Marques, and his wealth also a sham, no
harm could come from shearing him in so far as he could be
shorn, and thereafter turning him adrift to run away with the
flock of black lambs to which, as then would be demonstrated,
he properly belonged. Indeed, so far from harm coming of this
preliminary snipping, it would yield the valuable result of proving
beyond a peradventure the quality of the fleece; and so would
determine whether or not his, the Colonel's, time and talents
could be employed to advantage in endeavoring to effect the
more radical shearing that would remove every vestige of mer-
chantable wool. In brief, the Colonel's plan, the logical conclusion
from these premises, was that they should relieve the Marques of
a few of his Spanish dollars in the course of a quiet evening at
play.
Argument of this able sort, especially when addressed to per-
sons already more than disposed to fall in with its conclusions,
was convincing Mrs. Mortimer, it is true, - she was a cautious
person, who played slowly and prudently the interesting games
in which she was engaged, — did hesitate a little; but presently
said with an agreeable cordiality that the Colonel had done her
many good turns in the past, and that she gladly would do him
a good turn now by assisting to the best of her ability in mak-
ing his plan a working success. Probably there was a great
store of womanly tenderness and self-sacrifice in Mrs. Mortimer's
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nature. Indeed, the accumulation of these gentle qualities must
have been very considerable, for she rarely made any use of
them.
Monsieur Duvent did not hesitate at all. The chance of get-
ting a shot direct at the Marques delighted him. Unhampered
by the arbitrary and annoying regulations of a banking system
that he despised but could not defy, he felt a comfortable con-
viction that he could balance, even to the extent of tipping it
decidedly in the other direction, the account that stood so heav-
ily against him. He therefore willingly promised to provide the
five hundred dollars of visible capital that the occasion called
for; and even consented to divide with Mrs. Mortimer - in the
improbable event of failure to secure from the Marques at least
this trifling amount - the cost of the little supper that would pre-
cede the more serious entertainment in which their Spanish friend
would be requested to take part.
IV
-
BY THOSE privileged to enjoy them, as already has been inti-
mated, the coziness of Mrs. Mortimer's little suppers was justly
esteemed. Usually they were limited to herself and a single
guest; under no circumstances were they suffered to exceed the
sociable number of four. Mrs. Mortimer's tastes were not pre-
cisely simple; but she was of a shy, retiring nature, and she
detested a crowd.
On the present occasion it was pleasant to behold—had there
been anybody to behold it—the warm cordiality that was de-
veloped between these four agreeable people, as this charming
little supper moved smoothly along from the cocktails which
began it (cocktails before supper had the merit of novelty to the
Marques; he took to them most kindly) to the coffee that brought
it to an end. Mrs. Mortimer's fine social qualities enabled her
to make each one of her guests appear at his very best, and also
to appreciate at its full value his own appearance. She was well
acquainted with Colonel Withersby's best stories, and she skill-
fully led up to them; she understood Monsieur Duvent's profes-
sional disposition toward taciturnity, and covered it so admirably
as to give the impression that he was positively loquacious; when
the conversation showed the least tendency toward flagging, she
herself was as prompt to fill the impending pause with sparkling
anecdote as in its more lively periods she was ready still further
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to stimulate it by sprightly repartee. Being conducted in the
French and Spanish tongues, - the Marques did not speak Eng.
lish,- the talk naturally followed the genius of these languages,
and was possibly a trifle freer than it would have been had
English been employed as the medium for the interchange of
thought. As the evening advanced, this liberal tendency became
somewhat more marked.
It was, however, in her demeanor toward the Marques that
Mrs. Mortimer's admirable qualities as a hostess most brilliantly
were displayed. Her gracious friendliness was manifested by a
hand frankly placed upon his shoulder as she bent over him to
offer coffee (her merry conceit being to serve this beverage her.
self); by exchanging glasses with him when she drank his health;
by her use of her prodigiously handsome brown eyes - and in a
hundred other artless and pretty ways. As to her cleverness in
creating conversational situations that enabled him to say bright
things, it really was astonishing. As has been stated, the dis-
position of the Marques at all times was friendly; under these
exceptionally agreeable circumstances he became positively effus-
ive. Yet, though his manner really was frankness itself, Mrs.
