a mortal antipathy-第6章

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In　order；　however；　to　save　any　inquisitive　reader　that　trouble；　let

me　remind　him　that　the　old　house　was　General　Ward's　headquarters　at

the　breaking　out　of　the　Revolution；　that　the　plan　for　fortifying

Bunker's　Hill　was　laid；　as　commonly　believed；　in　the　southeast　lower

room；　the　floor　of　which　was　covered　with　dents；　made；　it　was

alleged；　by　the　butts　of　the　soldiers'　muskets。　　In　that　house；　too；

General　Warren　probably　passed　the　night　before　the　Bunker　Hill

battle；　and　over　its　threshold　must　the　stately　figure　of　Washington

have　often　cast　its　shadow。



But　the　house　in　which　one　drew　his　first　breath；　and　where　he　one

day　came　into　the　consciousness　that　he　was　a　personality；　an　ego；　a

little　universe　with　a　sky　over　him　all　his　own；　with　a　persistent

identity；　with　the　terrible　responsibility　of　a　separate；

independent；　inalienable　existence；that　house　does　not　ask　for　any

historical　associations　to　make　it　the　centre　of　the　earth　for　him。



If　there　is　any　person　in　the　world　to　be　envied；　it　is　the　one　who

is　born　to　an　ancient　estate；　with　a　long　line　of　family　traditions

and　the　means　in　his　hands　of　shaping　his　mansion　and　his　domain　to

his　own　taste；　without　losing　sight　of　all　the　characteristic

features　which　surrounded　his　earliest　years。　　The　American　is；　for

the　most　part；　a　nomad；　who　pulls　down　his　house　as　the　Tartar　pulls

up　his　tent…poles。　　If　I　had　an　ideal　life　to　plan　for　him　it　would

be　something　like　this：



His　grandfather　should　be　a　wise；　scholarly；　large…brained；　large…

hearted　country　minister；　from　whom　he　should　inherit　the　temperament

that　predisposes　to　cheerfulness　and　enjoyment；　with　the　finer

instincts　which　direct　life　to　noble　aims　and　make　it　rich　with　the

gratification　of　pure　and　elevated　tastes　and　the　carrying　out　of

plans　for　the　good　of　his　neighbors　and　his　fellow…creatures。　　He

should；　if　possible；　have　been　born；　at　any　rate　have　passed　some　of

his　early　years；　or　a　large　part　of　them；　under　the　roof　of　the　good

old　minister。　　His　father　should　be；　we　will　say；　a　business　man　in

one　of　our　great　cities；a　generous　manipulator　of　millions；　some　of

which　have　adhered　to　his　private　fortunes；　in　spite　of　his　liberal

use　of　his　means。　　His　heir；　our　ideally　placed　American；　shall　take

possession　of　the　old　house；　the　home　of　his　earliest　memories；　and

preserve　it　sacredly；　not　exactly　like　the　Santa　Casa；　but；　as　nearly

as　may　be；　just　as　he　remembers　it。　　He　can　add　as　many　acres　as　he

will　to　the　narrow　house…lot。　　He　can　build　a　grand　mansion　for

himself；　if　he　chooses；　in　the　not　distant　neighborhood。　　But　the　old

house；　and　all　immediately　round　it；　shall　be　as　he　recollects　it

when　be　had　to　stretch　his　little　arm　up　to　reach　the　door…handles。

Then；　having　well　provided　for　his　own　household；　himself　included；

let　him　become　the　providence　of　the　village　or　the　town　where　be

finds　himself　during　at　least　a　portion　of　every　year。　　Its　schools；

its　library；　its　poor；and　perhaps　the　new　clergyman　who　has

succeeded　his　grandfather's　successor　may　be　one　of　them；all　its

interests；　he　shall　make　his　own。　　And　from　this　centre　his

beneficence　shall　radiate　so　far　that　all　who　hear　of　his　wealth

shall　also　hear　of　him　as　a　friend　to　his　race。



Is　not　this　a　pleasing　programme？　　Wealth　is　a　steep　hill；　which　the

father　climbs　slowly　and　the　son　often　tumbles　down　precipitately；

but　there　is　a　table…land　on　a　level　with　it；　which　may　be　found　by

those　who　do　not　lose　their　head　in　looking　down　from　its　sharply

cloven　summit。…Our　dangerously　rich　men　can　make　themselves　hated；

held　as　enemies　of　the　race；　or　beloved　and　recognized　as　its

benefactors。　　The　clouds　of　discontent　are　threatening；　but　if　the

gold…pointed　lightning…rods　are　rightly　distributed　the　destructive

element　may　be　drawn　off　silently　and　harmlessly。　　For　it　cannot　be

repeated　too　often　that　the　safety　of　great　wealth　with　us　lies　in

obedience　to　the　new　version　of　the　Old　World　axiom；　RICHESS　oblige。













THE　NEW　PORTFOLIO：　FIRST　OPENING。









A　MORTAL　ANTIPATHY。







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GETTING　READY。



It　is　impossible　to　begin　a　story　which　must　of　necessity　tax　the

powers　of　belief　of　readers　unacquainted　with　the　class　of　facts　to

which　its　central　point　of　interest　belongs　without　some　words　in　the

nature　of　preparation。　　Readers　of　Charles　Lamb　remember　that　Sarah

Battle　insisted　on　a　clean…swept　hearth　before　sitting　down　to　her

favorite　game　of　whist。



The　narrator　wishes　to　sweep　the　hearth；　as　it　were；　in　these　opening

pages；　before　sitting　down　to　tell　his　story。　　He　does　not　intend　to

frighten　the　reader　away　by　prolix　explanation；　but　he　does　mean　to

warn　him　against　hasty　judgments　when　facts　are　related　which　are　not

within　the　range　of　every…day　experience。　　Did　he　ever　see　the

Siamese　twins；　or　any　pair　like　them？　　Probably　not；　yet　he　feels

sure　that　Chang　and　Eng　really　existed；　and　if　he　has　taken　the

trouble　to　inquire；　he　has　satisfied　himself　that　similar　cases　have

been　recorded　by　credible　witnesses；　though　at　long　intervals　and　in

countries　far　apart　from　each　other。



This　is　the　first　sweep　of　the　brush；　to　clear　the　hearth　of　the

skepticism　and　incredulity　which　must　be　got　out　of　the　way　before　we

can　begin　to　tell　and　to　listen　in　peace　with　ourselves　and　each

other。



One　more　stroke　of　the　brush　is　needed　before　the　stage　will　be　ready

for　the　chief　characters　and　the　leading　circumstances　to　which　the

reader's　attention　is　invited。　　If　the　principal　personages　made

their　entrance　at　once；　the　reader　would　have　to　create　for　himself

the　whole　scenery　of　their　surrounding　conditions。　　In　point　of　fact；

no　matter　how　a　story　is　begun；　many　of　its　readers　have　already

shaped　its　chief　actors　out　of　any　hint　the　author　may　have　dropped；

and　provided　from　their　own　resources　a　locality　and　a　set　of　outward

conditions　to　environ　these　imagined　personalities。　　These　are　all　to

be　brushed　away；　and　the　actual　surroundings　of　the　subject　of　the

narrative　represented　as　they　were；　at　the　risk　of　detaining　the

reader　a　little　while　from　the　events　most　likely　to　interest　him。

The　choicest　egg　that　ever　was　laid　was　not　so　big　as　the　nest　that

held　it。　　If　a　story　were　so　interesting　that　a　maiden　would　rather

hear　it　than　listen　to　the　praise　of　her　own　beauty；　or　a　poet　would

rather　read　it　than　recite　his　own　verses；　still　it　would　have　to　be

wrapped　in　some　tissue　of　circumstance；　or　it　would　lose　half　its

effectiveness。



It　may　not　be　easy　to　find　the　exact　locality　referred　to　in　this

narrative　by　looking　into　the　first　gazetteer　that　is　at　hand。

Recent　experiences　have　shown　that　it　is　unsafe　to　be　too　exact　in

designating　places　and　the　people　who　live　in　them。　　There　are；　it

may　be　added；　so　many　advertisements　disguised　under　the　form　of

stories　and　other　literary　productions　that　one　naturally　desires　to

avoid　the　suspicion　of　being　employed　by　the　enterprising　proprietors

of　this　or　that　celebrated　resort　to　use　his　gifts　for　their　especial

benefit。　　There　are　no　doubt　many　persons　who　remember　the　old　sign

and　the　old　tavern　and　its　four　chief　personages　presently　to　be

mentioned。　　It　is　to　be　hoped　that　they　will　not　furnish　the　public

with　a　key　to　this　narrative；　and　perhaps　bring　trouble　to　the　writer

of　it；　as　has　happened　to　other　authors。　　If　the　real　names　are　a

little　altered；　it　need　not　interfere　with　the　important　facts

relating　to　those　who　bear　them。　　It　might　not　be　safe　to　tell　a

damaging　story　about　John　or　James　Smythe；　but　if　the　slight　change

is　made　of　spelling　the　name　Smith；　the　Smythes　would　never　think　of

bringing　an　action；　as　if　the　allusion　related　to　any　of　them。　　The

same　gulf　of　family　distinction　separates　the　Thompsons　with　a　p　from

the　Thomsons　without　that　letter。



There　are　few　pleasanter　places　in　the　Northern　States　for　a　summer

residence　than　that　known　from　the　first　period　of　its　settlement　by

the　name　of　Arrowhead　Village。　　The　Indians　had　found　it　out；　as　the

relics　they　left　behind　them　abundantly　testified。　　The　commonest　of

these　were　those　chipped　stones　which　are　the　medals　of　barbarism；

and　from　Which　the　place　took　its　name；the　heads　of　arrows；　of

various　sizes；　material；　and　patterns：　some　small　enough　for　killing

fish　and　little　birds；　some　large　enough　for　such　game　as　the　moose

and　the　bear；　to　say　nothing　of　the　hostile　Indian　and　the　white

settler；　some　of　flint；　now　and　then　one　of　white　quartz；　and　others

of　variously　colored　jasper。　　The　Indians　must　have　lived　here　for

many　generations；　and　it　must　have　been　a　kind　of　factory　village　of

the　stone　age；which　lasted　up　to　near　the　present　time；　if　we　may

judge　from　the　fact　that　many　of　these　relics　are　met　with　close　to

the　surface　of　the　ground。



No　wonder　they　found　this　a　pleasant　residence；　for　it　is　to…day　one

of　the　most　attractive　of　all　summer　resorts；　so　inviting；　indeed；

that　those　who　know　it　do　not　like　to　say　too　much　about　it；　lest　the

swarms　of　tourists　should　make　it　unendurable　to　those　who　love　it

for　itself；　and　not　as　a　centre　of　fashionable　display　and　extramural

cockneyism。



There　is　the　lake；　in　the　first　place；Cedar　Lake；about　five　miles

long；　and　from　half　a　mile　to　a　mile　and　a　half　wide；　stretching　from

north　to　south。　　Near　the　northern　extremity　are　the　buildings　of

Stoughton　University；　a　flourishing　young　college　with　an　ambitious

name；　but　well　equipped　and　promising；　the　grounds　of　which　reach　the

water。　　At　the　southern　end　of　the　lake　are　the　edifices　of　the

Corinna　Institute；　a　favorite　school　for　young　ladies；　where　large

numbers　of　the　daughters　of　America　are　fitted；　so　far　as　education

can　do　it；　for　all　stations　in　life；　from　camping　out　with　a　husband

at　the　mines　in　Nevada　to　acting　the　part　of　chief　lady　of　the　land

in　the　White　House　at　Washington。



Midway　between　the　two　extremities；　on　the　eastern　shore　of　the　lake；

is　a　valley　between　two　hills；　which　come　down　to　the　very　edge　of

the　lake；　leaving　only　room　enough　for　a　road　between　their　base　and

the　water。　　This　valley；　half　a　mile　in　width；　has　been　long　settled；

and　here　for　a　century　or　more　has　stood　the　old　Anchor　Tavern。　　A

famous　place　it　was　so　long　as　its　sign　swung　at　the　side　of　the

road：　famous　for　its　landlord；　portly；　paternal；　whose　welcome　to　a

guest　that　looked　worthy　of　the　attention　was　like　that　of　a　parent

to　a　returning　prodigal；　and　whose　parting　words　were　almost　as　good

as　a　marriage　benediction；　famous　for　its　landlady；　ample　in　person；

motherly；　seeing　to　the　whole　household　with　her　own　eyes；　mistress

of　all　culinary　secrets　that　Northern　kitchens　are　most　proud　of；

famous　also　for　its　ancient　servant；　as　city　people　would　call　her；

help；　as　she　was　called　in　the　tavern　and　would　have　called

herself；the　unchan