Perhaps the up-building of large financial schemes presupposes a certain degree of imagination.I am becoming a romantic New York man of business, and I revel in it.Kedgers, for instance," with the smile which, somehow, suggested Betty, "Kedgers and the Lilium Giganteum, Mrs.Welden and old Doby threaten to develop into quite necessary factors in the scheme of happiness.What Betty has felt is even more comprehensible than it seemed at first."They walked and rode together about the countryside; when Mount Dunstan itself was swept clean of danger, and only a few convalescents lingered to be taken care of in the huge ballroom, they spent many days in going over the estate.The desolate beauty of it appealed to and touched Mr.Vanderpoel, as it had appealed to and touched his daughter, and, also, wakened in him much new and curious delight.But Mount Dunstan, with a touch of his old obstinacy, insisted that he should ignore the beauty, and look closely at less admirable things.
"You must see the worst of this," he said."You must understand that I can put no good face upon things, that Ioffer nothing, because I have nothing to offer."If he had not been swept through and through by a powerful and rapturous passion, he would have detested and abhorred these days of deliberate proud laying bare of the nakedness of the land.But in the hours he spent with Betty Vanderpoel the passion gave him knowledge of the things which, being elemental, do not concern themselves with pride and obstinacy, and do not remember them.Too much had ended, and too much begun, to leave space or thought for poor things.In their eyes, when they were together, and even when they were apart, dwelt a glow which was deeply moving to those who, looking on, were sufficiently profound of thought to understand.
Watching the two walking slowly side by side down the leafless avenue on a crystal winter day, Mr.Vanderpoel conversed with the vicar, whom he greatly liked.
"A young man of the name of Selden," he remarked, "told me more of this than he knew.""G.Selden," said the vicar, with affectionate smiling."He is not aware that he was largely concerned in the matter.In fact, without G.Selden, I do not know how, exactly, we should have got on.How is he, nice fellow?""Extremely well, and in these days in my employ.He is of the honest, indefatigable stuff which makes its way."His own smiles, as he watched the two tall figures in the distance, settled into an expression of speculative absorption, because he was reflecting upon profoundly interesting matters.
"There is a great primeval thing which sometimes--not often, only sometimes--occurs to two people," he went on.
"When it leaps into being, it is well if it is not thwarted, or done to death.It has happened to my girl and Mount Dunstan.
If they had been two young tinkers by the roadside, they would have come together, and defied their beggary.As it is, I recognise, as I sit here, that the outcome of what is to be may reach far, and open up broad new ways.""Yes," said the vicar."She will live here and fill a strong man's life with wonderful human happiness--her splendid children will be born here, and among them will be those who lead the van and make history.".....
For some time Nigel Anstruthers lay in his room at Stornham Court, surrounded by all of aid and luxury that wealth and exalted medical science could gather about him.Sometimes he lay a livid unconscious mask, sometimes his nurses and doctors knew that in his hollow eyes there was the light of a raging half reason, and they saw that he struggled to utter coherent sounds which they might comprehend.This he never accomplished, and one day, in the midst of such an effort, he was stricken dumb again, and soon afterwards sank into stillness and died.
And the Shuttle in the hand of Fate, through every hour of every day, and through the slow, deep breathing of all the silent nights, weaves to and fro--to and fro--drawing with it the threads of human life and thought which strengthen its web: and trace the figures of its yet vague and uncompleted design.
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