THIRD PART.
ATTHEBRAKEWHEEL
Heroes of the Rail Who Handle
Freight Trains in Biting
Winter Blasts.
NO JOB FOR TENDERFEET.
Frosl-Bitten Feet, Hands and Ears
the Public Never Hears About.
TALLEYS WORSE THAI? MOUNTAINS
Clothin; the Average Brakeman Wears to
Defy the Cold Weather.
A WILD CHASE DOWX A STEEP GRiDE
I'WTIITTZU rtJK THX EISrMTCH.1
INTER is a bard season
on freight brakemen.
In the performance of
their duties they are
subjected to the t ost
pitiful exposure, and
very frequently without
any opportunity what
ever to secure shelter or
warmth. All railroads
have in their employ a
class of brakemen
known as "summer men." These are brake
men, or "tenderfeet," as the older men dub
them, who desert the business with the nrst
approach of cold weitlier. They are afraid
ol winter on top ol a box car.
The record of frost-bitten ears, frozen fin
Cers and ice-benumbed feet has never been
kept along the various railroads. The cases
are too numerous. It is only when some
poor fellow's frame becomes so thoroughly
deadened with the cold that he stumbles
beneath the wheels, th.it the perils of winter
for railroaders are publicly noticed. It is
hard even then to appreciate them, for the
interior of a passenger car or the parlor
17ie Act of Coupling.
Coach is to warm and cozy that the traveler
is apt to regard the passenger brakeman as a
fair specimen of the comfort of winter rail
roading. But that is not fair.
NOTHING CEETAIN ABOUT TIME.
Freight brakemen are either paid by the
day or by the trip. In either case the
length of time to be occupied in a trip is not
known beforehand. Hi: train is running
"on orders" and may be side-tracked 20
times before it reaches the station where
crews change. There may be wrecks ahead
or delays from other causes. These delays
are mot common in winter, and therefore
the labor of running a freight train is
greater in cold weather than in the midst of
summer. To every regular through freight
train there is attached a caboose, in which
there is a good stove and bunks furnished
with sufficient bed clothing. But the
caboose is nearly useless sometimes. There
are frequently freight trains between Pitts
burg and Derry, and between Deny and
Altoona, on which the brakemen never see
the inside of the caboose. The tracks have
been unusually crowded, or from various
causes there have been a larger number ot
stops than usual, and the crew has been
kept on top of the cars the whole time.
It this happens to be in tba midst of cold
weather the stove in cbe caboose is of little
value. Alter an hour's steady service at
the brake, side-tracking or shifting, the
brakeman has gone back to the rear car
with his hands numb, ears frozen aud feet
about lifeless.
CLEARING THE TEACK OF TREIGHT.
At some time or another the train to
which your warm and luxuriant car is at
tached has been delayed along the route.
As the minutes have sped by in fives and
tens, and still your train was held there,
j on hare grown impatient, and commenced
complaining about the loss of time. The
wiuns aro whistling a perfect hurricane
around the train, and the cars almost rock
with their violence, but there is a comfort
able rattle down the chimney of the big
stove iu the corner of the car, and you feel
none the colder for the storm which is rag
ing without. Perhaps the snow is scurrying
past the windows in such fine, blinding
sheets that the landscape is hidden from
view, but you are just as cozy for all that.
The passenger train may lay there for two
hours, and you would be iu no danger of
suffering from the cold.
But at last the four short toots of the
wbistle on your locomotive call in the flag
man from the rear, and then you start on
the journey again. The interruption is
over, and you breath a sigh of relief.
Blowly your train pulls past a labyrinth of
switches and side-tracks on either side, and
even yet you have faint recollection of the
ling lines of Ireight trains lying there, with
their ponderous black locomotives panting
as though impatiently awaiting your pass
age. Yes, it was those freight trains which
had blocked your- pathway lor so long, but
you have no conception of the tremendous
amount of labor expended on top of their
cars to eei mem quicciy out ol yonr way.
You just caueht a glimpse of the red-faced
brakeman through the snow, all muffled up
in greasy clothes, but you did not think that
for well on to an hour he had been out there,
running along the roofs ot tnose cars, work
ing to get the main track clear.
SOME ONE MUST SUFFEB.
Perhaps if you had calculated the number
of times he had to climb down to the snow
driits and crawl between the cars to un
couple and then couple up again, in order to
split trains where they were too long for a
tingle switch; or if you had seen the way he
winced every time he grasped a cold iron
brake wheel, and held on to it until the lo
comotive whistle gave him privilege to let
go; and then if it had been possible for all
the passengers to seethe risky way he recov
ered a slip on the icy car roofs as he ran
swiltly from brake to brake along the train
had all these iittle facts been known inside
your well-heated parlor coach there might
.have been less complaint about the delay.
For of all hard jobs in winter lor the brake
dan there is none that he dreads so much as
ttM
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moving a blockade on the main traek to let
"Express No. 4" get past "on time."
One would naturally suppose that rail
roading on the mountain division of the
Pennsylvania Bailroad is about the coldest
in this part of the country. Along that
stretch oi track between Gallitien and Alle
griopus, which is fairlr on the tops of the
Allegbenies, nearly 2,800 feet high, the
mercury is always more decided in its qual
ity than lower down. It is always cold np
there. The trost is more biting in the
mornings and evenings, the snow lies on the
ground longest and icicles melt slower.
Around those bold bluffs there is on an
average a freight train almost every ten
minutes of the day.
BEAKEJIEK LIKE THE MOUNTAINS.
Yet, old freight brakemen tell me that
they would rather work the mountain divi
sions of any of the railroads than the river
divisions. The howling winds of the Alle
gheny river are a terrible trial to the crews
of the Allegheny Valley Bailroad, and
when there is a cenuine winter day in the
Ohio Valley, the brakemen of the Fort
Wayne and Lake Erie railroads may look
out. Added to all the discomfitures which
I have mentioned, the men on these roads
say they also run the riskof being blown ofl
the rools of the cars. "We all know that the
piercing winds of winter are colder than the
calm, crisp and frosty weather. And so
thtse brakemen who run on the railroads np
and down the river valleys of Western
Pennsylvania and Eastern Ohio experience
a distressing time.
J sa.
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AT.ONO THE
The first freight division of the Pittsburg,
Ft Warne and Chicago Bailroad is nearly
70 miles long, from Allegheny City to
Alliance. The other day in the yards of
this railroad in Allegheny I talked with a
brakeman who has been in the employ ot
the company 1G years. That length of time
has given him some valuable experience
with winters behind the locomotive.
HOW A BEAKEMAN DRESSES.
He showed me minutely how he was at
that moment dressed, fie was well fixed up
for the cold weather, and indeed on this
particular day it was very chilly. Here is
the amount of clothing he wore:
1. Chamois skin chest protector.
Z Heaviest red flannel undershirt.
3. Barred flannel overshirt
4. Pair of pulse heaters.
6. Woolen Test
9. Double-breasted coat
7. Hand-knit woolen wamns blouse.
8. Bark blue overcoat extra heavy, butshort
9. Socks, In cold weather, two pairs.
10. Heavy sheep skin canntlet cloves.
It Ear Ings, but only occasionally.
"Yes, I have had my e&rs-lrost-bitten sev
eral times," said this, man, "but do you
know I would rather brake in 'winter than
in summer. Ob, no, don't mean to say
that all brakemen would. They all have
not had the long experience that I have
had. Tenderfeet dread the winter. Verv
UP TO THE
often we brakemen are called upon to do
extra dutr. Our day consists of 12 hours,
and for "every hour after that time we are
paid overtime. I have frequently worked
36 hours at a stretch. To do the work that
long right, von must keep awake. It's too
dangerous to get sleepy over. Yet, in
summer it is hard to keep awake. The hot
weather makes us sleepy in spite of our
selves. We are easily worn out in the
midst of summer, and drowsiness quickly
follows exhaustion. But in winter all is
Oiling the Wheels.
different. No danger of going to sleep,
even if you do work 35 hours in the open
air. I can stand the work better. But I
have to beware of a fire. Coming in sud
denly out of the cold, and approaching a
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lb Jt
THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH.
stove, will make anyone sleepy, and it is
doubly hard to keep awake if you have
been up all day and and nearly all the
night besides."
THE COMPANY IS LENIEST.
"The company never compels a man to
work over-time if he says he it played out
That happens every now and then. It is
not so frequent in winter, however, as in
snnimer, for the reason that I have ex
plained." Borne time ago a brakeman conductor on
one of the most important through freight
trains of a great railroad entering Pittsburg
told me how he got his promotion from
brakeman. "We were going down the
other side of the mountain," he said; "it
was themiddle of the night, and as usual on
mountain slopes, we were all at our posts
beside the brake wheels. J was managing
the brakes of about half of the train. To
do this of course I had to run from car to
car, but as the cars were all for cattle that
was easy. The roofs were level.
"Suddenly I observed a strange bumping
and thattold me that the train had parted. It
was so dark and snch a blinding snow storm
was raging that I could not see just how the
train was separated. I was nearly frozen as
it was aud I feared I would be unable to
control my section of the train if it was nec
essary, llunning forward I investigated
and found the engineer must be unaware ot
the split. The safest way, and, in fact, the
only way was to bring the rear end of the
train to a full stop. We would not be down
to the bottom of the mountain for 15 niin-
CAB EOOFS.
ntes yet, so I ran from brake to brake, tight
ening up. It seemed as though I could not
budge the wheels much tighter than they
were. It seemed to get colder and colder
every minute.
HIS HANDS WOULDN'T -WORK.
"I could not have known how cold I
really bad been before that, for presently
both hands and feet commenced to get
numb. I did not feel the bumping anv
more, so I knew that I had slackened the
speed of the rear end of the train enough to
fall back of the engine, but still mv severed
tram was going down at a speed that I knew
would cause a wrect it we ran into the
other halt of the train at the loot I culled
and pulled at the brakes, but my fingers
were now nearly powerless. The locomotive
ahead let go a lot of shrieks that told me
the engineer had discovered the accident,
and he kept on whistling' to let me know he
was not stopping. That was encourage
ment But at last one hand fell away from
the brake wheal utterly paralyzed. "I only
had the right hand left.
"Well, lean scarcely tell how I did it,
ir, but with one band I finally got the train
stopped. Yes, it did avert a big accident.
I had supposed the cars were all loaded with
live stock. But in two of them was an as
signment of dynamite large enough to blow
every car up had we collided with
BEAKE.
full force at the foot of the mountain
with anything. The company thought I
had done something worth rewarding. Per
haps I did. Here was the price of it."
And the conductor pulled the glove from
his Jeft hand, exposing the stumps of two
fingers.
"They were frozen that night and had to
be amputated," he explained.
L. E. Stoctxii.
JOAQUIH xmXEB'S WBITIHO.
Story About the Author Whose New Story
Will Soon Appear in The Dispatch.
Joaquin Miller's handwriting is said to be
most bewildering. A stereotyper who has
made the plates for several of Mr. Miller's
books told me the other day that, well
schooled as be was in the enormities of call
grapny, Mr. Miller's was beyond his powers.
On one occasion he went to interview Mr.
Miller about a certain word which he was
unable to decipher. The author looked at
it very attentively, first in one way, then in
another. Finally he remarked, "Well, my
dear sir, I'll be hanged if I know myself
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few minutes, I'll substitute something more
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Joaquin Miller's new story, to be pub
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PITTSBURG, SUNDAY,
WITH THE AUTH0KS.
A Column of Christmas Sentiments
From Noted Men and Women.
GEMS IN POETRY AND IN PKOSE.
Terse Prom Mrs. Stowe, Edna Proctor,
Margaret Deland and Others.
RESPONSES PK0H FAMED HOTELISTS
Acting for The Dispatch a little lady
who loves literature recently wrote to a
number of, the most highly honored of
American authors asking for a Christmas
sentiment She has received the following
symposium from her favorite authors
large-hearted men and women, representing
all that is brightest and best in our native
American literature. They are precious
gems fit to sparkle from the Christmas trees
of The Dispatch's friends:
Harriet Beecher Stowe.
No book or play written in our century
has ever been read or acted so many times
as ''Uncle Tom's Cabin," and no one has
ever occupied a more honored place iu
American literature than its authoress, Har
riet Beecher Stowe, who contributes the fol
lowing Christmas verse:
Hall, blessed Christmas morn
When Christ a child was born
Of Mary, holy maid
In heavenly grace arrayed.
Amen, Hallelujah!
lionise Chandler Sloolton.
Probably few signatures are better known
to readers of newspapers and magazines as
well as books than the simple initials, "L.
C. M.," which stand for Louise Chandler
Moulton. She writes as follows:
I would gladly, tell which was the merriest
Christmas of my life If I, myself, 'knew but
oh, there have been so many Cbristmases; and
long ago it seems to me they all were merry,
and I cannot tell which was merriest I think
that no one who has reached middle life can be
really merry things have grown, by that time,
too solemn and too earnest for mirth. Youth
is the time for gayety, so let all young folks be
happy now. And the deepest dearest happi
ness of all at Christmastlde and at all other
times is to feel one's self loyal to one's very
highest ideal. I will wish all my readers that
best happiness and a very merry Christmas be
sides. Edna Dean Proctor.
This sweetest and purest of native singers
contributes this exquisite poem:
The maiden months are a stately train-
Veiled in the spotless snow.
Or decked with bloom of paradise
What time the rosea blow,
Or wreathed with the vine and the yellow
wheat
When the noons ot harvest glow.
qui u tne joy or me roiling year,
The queen with peerless charms,
Is she who comes through the waning light
To keep the world from barms
December, fair and holly crowned.
With the Christ-child in her arms.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Admirers of the authoress of "Poems of
Passion" and Poems of Pleasure" will be
glad to learn from the appended letter that
she is happy.
My merriest ChrlstmasT Well. I think each
Christmas of my life is better than the last
Memories of all bygone days In which we have
been happy aro very pleasant but those of
Christmas are especially sweet I have now
got such an Ideally happy home, and my private
life is such a blessed one, that I feel each ot my
coming Christmases nil! be still brighter and
better than any of its predecessors.
Jlarcaret Deland.
Few writers have ever been brought Into
such marked prominence or have won snch
great and widespread reputation by a single
book as has that now well-known writer of
prose and verse, Mrs. Margaret Deland, of
Boston, by her novel, "John Ward, Preach
er." Her contribution to this Christmas
symposium is as follows:
Against the hollow sky, the earth,
Folded In starry darkness clear.
Chimes like a bell Emannel's birth.
And heaven's great angels stoop to hear.
Tho frosty air Is strangely still:
The world is waiting for the light
That long ago, on Eastern hill.
Broke on the shepherds' dazzled sight
Marlon Harland.
This favorite writer, whose first novel,
"Alone," appeared when she was only 18
years of age, and who has followed up that
first snecess with a host of other equally
charming stories of Amerioan life which,
according to the testimony of the book
sellers, seem to steadily increase in popular
favor as the years roll by, sends the follow
ing beautilully expressed Christmas
thoughts:
Of our queen mother, Nature, It may be
truly said that aB custom cannot stale her In
finite variety, neither can Ingratitude chill her
Infinite kindness. Each springtime Is a resur
rection; each fruit season brings the thrill of a
pleasant surprise; each Christmas-tide stirs our
souls as if the birthday of birthdays the red
heart all a-throb with living fire, set in the mid
breast of white winter were now celebrated
for the first time.
btill, as when the morning stars chanted the
completion of the young earth, all things leave
the Father's band fair and new.
W.D.Howells.
Of all living American novelists W. D.
Howells, who prides himself on writing
plotless stories, which are intended to be
simple chronicles of experiences and events
as they occur in life, is probably one of tha
best known and best liked among the more
cultivated class of American readers of fic
tion. His contribution to this Christmas
symposium brief as woman's love is ap
pended: The merriest Christmas I ever had is the first
one I can ever remember. The question of
who experiences the greater happiness and
sense of triumph, the child who has received a
much-coveted toy on Christmas morning or the
military hero wbo has captured a great city,
has been often discussed, but never satisfac
torily decided.
Lucy arcom.
This sweet singer of New England, who
has written so much that is both healthful
and helpful, sends Christmas greetings in
both prose aud verse:
As Christmas draws near I long more than
ever to be doing something for all girls, fori
regard myself as being still included among
their number, though I have seen more than
three-score Christmas days. But I do not
feel a bit old and I do not believe I am, for
we are always young while we see a great
deal before us yet to live for, and that I
snrely do. Some one has said and I
think with a very great deal of truth that
we are old onlv according to our feelings,
not our years. I will write you a verse em
bodying a cheering thought, which I think
it is well for us to bear in mind, not only
upon Christmas, but upon all the other 364
days that go to make up the rolling year:
The soul to God's heart moving on
Owns bnt the Infinite for borne;
Whatever with the past has gone.
The best Is always yet to come. i
Donald G. Mitchell.
It is many years since "Beveries of a
Bachelor" created a furore in literary circles.
Its author, Donald Q. Mitchell, writes for the
Christmas symposium, as follows:
Thanks for your kind note which came to
me duly. It is worthy of a longer reply than a
crippled arm will permit me to make. I
can only wish yon ever so many pleasant
Cbristmases and thank you again for your
pleasant greeting.
An Autumn Poem
Washington Star.l
Little drops of water,
Little pools of slosh..
Little slip and tumble
J By gosh!
DECEMBER 21, 1890.
A NOVEL DEALING WITH LIFE IN LONDON AND EGYPT,
WBITOir FOB THI DISPATCnl
BY RUDYARD KIPLING,
Being the First Serial Story From the Fen of the Gifted Young
Author of "Soldiers Three," and Many Other Fopular
Sketches of Army Experiences in India.
STNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.
CHAPTEB XL
But I shall not understand,
Bhall not see the face of my love,
Shall not know her for whom I strove,
Till she reach me forth her hand.
Saying. "Who hut I hare the right!"
And out of a troubled night
Shall draw me safe to the land.
Tlie Widower.
Dick felt his way back to the big chair,
and wondered what these things might
mean. He did not wish to be tended by the
housekeeper, and yet Torpenhow s constaut
tendernesses jarred on him. He did not ex
actly know what he wanted. The darkness
would not lift, and Maisie's unopened let
ters felt worn and old from much handling.
He could never read them for himself as
long as life endured; but Maisie might have
sent him some fresh ones to play with. The
Nilghai entered with a gift a piece of red
modeliDg-wax. He fancied that Dick might
find interest in using his hands. Dick poked
and patted the stuff for a few minutes, and,
"Is it like anything iu the world?" he said,
drearily. "Take it away. I may get the
touch ot the blind in fifty years. Do you
know where Torpenhow has eone?"
The Nilghai knew nothing. "We're
staying in his rooms till he comes back. Can
we do anything for you?"
"I'd like to be left alone, please. Don't
think I'm ungrateful; but I'm best alone."
The Nilghai chuckled, and Dick resumed
his drowsy brooding and sullen rebellion
against fate. He had long since ceased to
think about the work he had done in the
old days, and the desire to do more work
had departed from him. He was exceeding
ly sorry for himself, and the completeness of
his tender grief soothed him. But his aonl
and his body cried for Maisie Maisie who
would understand. His mind pointed out
that Maisie, having her own work to do,
would not care. His experience had taught
him that when money was exhausted women
went away, and that when a man was
knocked out of the race the others trampled
on him.
"Then at the least," said Dick, in reply,
"she could use me as I used Binat for some
sort of a study. I wouldn't ask more than to
be near her again, even though I knew an
other man was making love to her. Ugh I
what a dog I ami"
A voice on the staircase began to sing joy
fully: When we go go go away from here.
Our creditors will weep and they will wail.
Our absence mncb regretting when they find
that we've been getting
Out of Eogland by next Tnesday's Indian
mail.
(Following the trampling of feet, slamming
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of Torpenhow's door, and the sound of voices
in strenuous debate, someone squeaked,
"And see, you good fellows, I have found a
new water bottle firs'-ciass patent eh, how
you lay? Open himself inside out."
Dick sprang to his feet He knew the
voice well. "That's Cassavetti come back
from the Continent Now I know why Torp
went away. There's a row somewhere, and
I'm out of itl"
The Nilghai commanded silence in vain.
"That's for my sake." Dick said, bitterly.
"The birds are getting ready to fly, and they
wouldn't tell me. I can hear Morten
Sutherland and Mackaye. Half the war
correspondents in London are there and
I'm out of it"
He stumbled across the landing and
plunged into Torpenhow's room. He could
feel that it was lull of men. "Where's the
trouble?" said he. "In the Balkans at last?
Why didn't someone tell me?"
"We thought you wouldn't be interested,"
said the Nilghai, shamefacedly. "It's in
the Soudan, as usual."
"You lucky dogsi Let me sit here while
you talk. I shan't be a skeleton at the
least Cassavetti, where are you? Your
English is as bad as ever."
Dick was led into a chair. He heard the
rustle of the maps, and the talk swept for
ward, carrying him with it. Everybody
spoke at once, discussing press censorships,
railway routes, transport, water supply, the
capacities of Generals, these iu language
that would have horrified a trusting public
ranting, asserting, denouncing and laugh
ing at the top of their voices. There was
the glorious certainty of war iu the Soudan
at any moment The Nilghai said so, and
it was well to be in readiness. The Keneu
had telegraphed to Cairo for horses; Cassa
vetti had stolen a perfectly inaccurate list
of troops that would be ordered forward, and
was reading it out amid profane interrup
tions, and the Keneu introduced to Dick
some man unknown who would be employed
as war artist by the Central Southern Syndi
cate. It's his first outing," said the Keneu.
"Give him some tips about riding camels."
Oh, those camels! groaned Cassavetti.
"I shall learn to ride him again, and now I
am so much ail soft! Listen, you good fel
lows, I know vour military arrangement
very well. There will go the Boyal Argal
shire Sutherlanders. So it was read to me
upon best authority."
A roar of laughter interrupted him.
"Sit down," said the Nilghai. "Tbe lists
aren't even made out in the War Office."
"Will there be any force at Suakin?"
said a voice.
Then tbe outcries redoubled, and grew
mixed, thus: "How many Egyptian troops
will they use? God help the Fellaheen!
There's a railway in Plumstead marshes do
ing duty as a fives-court. We shall have
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the Suakin-Serber line built at last Cana
dian voyagers are too careful; give me a
half-drunc Krooman in a whaleboat Who
commands the Desert column? No, they
never blew up the big rock: iu the Gfaizeh
bend. We shall have to be hauled up, as
usual. Somebody tell me if there's an In
dian contingent or I'll break everybody's
head. Don't tear the map in two. It's a
war of occupation, I tell you, to connect the
African companies in the South. There's
Guinea-worm in most of the wells on that
route."
Then the Nilghai, despairing of peace,
bellowed like a fog-horn aud beat upon the
table with both hands.
"But what becomes of Torpenhow?" said
Dick, in the silence that followed.
"Torp's in abeyance just now. He's off
love-making somewhere, I suppose," said
the Nilghai.
"He said he was going to stay at home,"
said the Keneu.
"Is he?" said Dick, with an oath. "He
won't I'm not much good now, but if you
and the Nilghai hold him down I'll engage
to trample on him till he sees reason. He
stay behind, indeed! He's the best of you
all. There'll be some tough work by Om-
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durman. We shall come there to stay, this
time. But I forgot I wish I were going
with you."
"So do we all, Dickie," said the Keneu.
"And I most of all," said the new artist
of the Central Southern Syndicate. "Could
you tell me "
"I'll give you one piece of advice," Dick
answered, moving toward tbe door. "If you
happen to be cut over the head in a scrim
mage, don't guard. Tell the man to go on
cutting. You'll find it cheapest in the end.
Thanks for letting me look in."
"There's grit in Dick," said the Nilghai,
an honr later, when the room was emptied
of all save tbe Keneu. ,
"It was the sacred call of the war-trumpet
Did you notice how he answered to it? Poor
fellow! Let's look at him," said the
Keneu.
The excitement of the talk had died away.
Dick was sitting by the studio table, with
his head on his arms, when the men came in.
He did not change his position.
"It hurts." he moaned. "God forgive me.
but it hurts cruelly, and yet, y'know, the
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world has a knack of spinning round all by
itself. Shall I see Torp before he goes?"
"Oh, yes. You'll see him," said th
Nilghai.
"Maisie. come to bed."
"It's so hot I can't sleep. Don't worry.'
Maisie put her elbows on the window sill
and looked at the moonlight on the straight,
poplar-flanked road. Summer had come
upon Vitry-sur-Marne and parched it to the
bone. The grass was dry burnt in the xneadowr,
the clay by the bank of the river was caked
to brick, the roadside flowers were long since
dead, and the roses in the garden hung
withered on their stalks. The heat in the
little low bedroom under the eaves wa
almost intolerable. The very m oonlighfcon
the wall of Kami's studio across the road
seemed to make the night hotter, and the
shadow of the big bell-handle by the closed
gate cast a bar of inky black thatcaaghl
Maisie's eye and annoyed her.
"Horrid thing! It should be all white,"
she murmured. "And the gate isn't in the
middle of the wall, either. I never noticed
that before."
Maisie was hard to please at that hour.
First, the heat of the past few weeks had
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tended to represent the Melancolia and not
finished in time for the Salon, was unsatis
factory; thirdly, Kami had said as much two
days before; fourthly, but so completely
fourthly that it was hardly worth thinking
about, Dick, her property, had not written
to ber for more than six weeks. She was
angry with tbe heat, with Kami, and with
her work, but she was exceedingly angry
with Dick.
She had written to him three times each
time proposing a fresh treatment of her
Melancolia. Dick had taken no notice"of
tnese communications. She had resolved to
write no more. When she returned to
England iu the autumn for her pride's
sake she could not return earlier she would
sneak to bim. She missed the Sunday
afternoon conferences more than she cared to
admit. All that Kami said was, "Continues,
mademoiselle, continuez toujours," and ha
had been repeating his wearisome counsel
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