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tossed and turned his pillow and tossed little man's gentle manners and kind again, and then fell to arguing with heart, and she smoothed matters over himself, and whispered to the spirit of so pleasantly that the peasant was disbenevolence that was struggling with patched with the message that whenhis conscience that much as it hurt him ever Mr. Magnus should choose to to harden his heart against his friend come his room would be ready. he could not be a traitor to his convic- Fortunately the night was dark and tions. And then he sighed and finally stormy and no sensation was created fell into an unquiet sleep and dreamed when, between eleven and twelve, the that he was out in mid-sea in a frail peasant, leading his horse by the boat wrestling with Goliath and that bridle, and big Christopher, walking frightful sea-dragons
rearing behind the cart, moved in solemn protheir heads to devour him.
cession down the narrow street and When he opened his little eyes next halted before the tailor's door. The morning he found his landlord, the cart was lightly laden with the straw tailor, standing over him, holding out bed, the table, the bench and a box of a letter which a peasant had just books. The tailor and his wife leaned brought to the door. The man was
out of their window, curious and answaiting for an answer,
ious; but, at sight of their new lodger's He immediately jumped to the con- dimensions, regret and alarm seized clusion that the troglodyte to whom he them, and prudence dictated a speedy had so unflinchingly told the truth, had
retreat. The wife threw down the felt himself insulted and was now de- door-key to the formidable stranger, manding satisfaction; and although he and the pair sat cowering near the door, had been exercising his courage all listening to their heart-beats and to the night long in imaginary encounters, steps of the two men as they carried his hand trembled slightly as he tore their load up the stairs. Then courage open the envelope and unfolded the let- crept back into the woman's heart as ter. The surprise that awaited him she noted how quietly the moving was was an agreeable one, for the coarse
being accomplished, and how Magnus note-paper contained these lines, writ- and the peasant had taken off their ten in a distinct hand:
shoes for fear of disturbing the house
hold. Besides, had not Mr. Hinze rec“Dear Mr. Hinze:
ommended the big man, she whispered “I have determined upon taking the
to her frightened lord, and was not that room of which you spoke. Will you
a good reference in itself even though he please make all necessary arrange- might not be as refined and gentle in his ments for me with your landlord ?
way as the dwarf ? They might of I should like to move in to-night. If course, experience some trouble from the house door is left open no one need renting their rooms to two such outbe disturbed. I will pay quarterly in landish men, but they must look upon advance. Auf wiedersehen.
it as a visitation of the dear Lord and “Respectfully,
if this new lodger paid his rent “Christopher Magnus." promptly and did not beat them down
for everything, she, for her part, would It proved rather a difficult matter to rather have a giant in the house than present the case to the tailor. When, a painter like their last tenant, who however, he had finally grasped the left owing twelve months' rent. substance of it there were many The brave little woman had no cause “hems” and “haws,”—he was not a to regret her confidence, for a more very strong man himself, and there punctual and unassuming lodger never was always more or less danger rent gladdened a landlord's heart. The ing rooms to men of that class-and--- stove in his
was, fortunately, And then Mr. Hinze bethought himself adapted to cooking as well as heating of the tailoress, a great admirer of the purposes, and on this Magnus prepared
his simple breakfasts, politely declin- and join him and the two would fall ing his landlady's offer of morning into a discussion of the puzzling probmeals from her kitchen. Of her ser- lems that have disturbed wiser heads vices in other matters he was glad to than theirs for generations back and avail himself, and was so grateful for will continue to disturb them for genthe least kindness shown him that the erations to come. good woman quite forgot her former But this arrangement was not altodread in her admiration of his amiabil- gether to their liking, and Magnus had ity. It was her unqualified opinion the happy idea of contriving, with their that the most lovable men she had ever landlord's consent, an entrance into met were this giant and dwarf and that Hinze's room through the ceiling, and medium-sized people might well take a thus making possible a pleasant comlesson out of their books. This impres- panionship during working hours as sion she confided only to her husband, well. The plan conceived, it was at for the big man's presence was studi- once carried into execution. Magnus ously concealed from the other lodgers, spent two nights and a day at the defor their peace of mind as well as for serted barrack, where his joiner's Magnus's own. Finally the tailor him- bench and carpenter's tools had been self, taking advantage of the necessity left, and returned on the third night of returning a receipt, crossed the with a neatly made trap-door and awful threshold and was greatly im- ladder that would bear his weight. pressed by the long row of books on an And then, when he had sawed a square improvised mantel-shelf, flanked on hole through the ceiling by the window, either side by plaster casts in varying fitted the trap-door, screwed on the stages of disintegration—these last left hinges, stationed the ladder at the by the previous occupant of the studio. proper angle, and stepped up this primA large tub, a water pitcher quite phe- itive staircase, and when his head and nom
nal in size, and some horse shoulders appeared in the woodcutter's sponges on a nail overhead gave evi- room, there was a light on his face dence of the tenant's cleanly habits. which had never been there before, and What he did with himself all day was which was good to see. Then Hinze a problem that baffled the utmost vigil- must try the steep stairway, which he ance at keyholes.
found perfection. Fancy the conIf there were a mystery attending venience! Being able to see one anhim the dwarf guarded it closely, for other at any hour of the day or night he discouraged all conversation on the without having to make the détour subject and did not appear to regard through the house! But the giant profhis friend as differing in any way from ited most by the contrivance, for he the every-day humanity about him. He could sit on the floor of the attic chamwas a frequent visitor in the great ber, his long legs disposed of down the room below and observed, with a sense ladder, and feel that his head and of lively satisfaction, the gradual dis- shoulders had room enough and to appearance of the deep marks between spare. And so he would sit for hours, the bushy eyebrows, the pleasant light watching the little artist chiselling and that would flash at times from the graving, listening to the canary's singeyes, the smile that lurked at the cor- ing, and showing his satisfaction with ners of the mouth. All these advance the entire performance by stertorous signals of happiness he noted and pre- sounds plainly indicating delight. served a discreet silence, asking never His insatiable thirst for reading a question as to present duty or future seemed suddenly appeased. For weeks occupation. And so when the giant the books packed so closely on the shelf had had his sleep out-for he continued were not touched and ostensibly served his old habit of sleeping till the sun no other purpose than that of decorawas high in the sky-and enjoyed his tion for the bare, unpapered wall; and morning bath, Hinze would drop work on his table lay but a single volume, a
small Latin grammar from which he well, and no credit to me, since I do not construed a paragraph daily. “For," know the meaning of ennui. Tell me. said he in explanation, "in these disser- does it really amuse you to read about tations on God and the universe so these feats of diplomacy, these vas: many strange words are brought into commercial enterprises, these self-demuse that one cannot get at the root of sions and fallacies with which, thank the matter without a bit of Latin." God, neither you nor I have anything
His friend shrugged his shoulders. in common?” “Why are you burrowing into all that “No," answered Magnus, with stuff? I never read. Experience has grave frown, “I feel exactly as you do. taught me that reading simply destroys I am really as indifferent to this worldmy happiness and peace of mind. history, a stag-beetle would be Books are written by average sized toward the history of plant-lice, paši, men and women for average sized men present and to come. Nevertheless, it and women, not for people of our size, does concern me to know what concluSince our world is not the world of sions have been reached by philosothose about us, what can their wisdom phers as to the ultimate causes of the profit us? My mother taught me to world and the destiny of the race. For, read from fairy tales; they were within after all, we are part and parcel of it my comprehension. I could understand and even if we may not see into the all about “Snow-white over the moun- reason of the whole cursed plan, we tain's brow” and felt that she could cannot remain absolutely indifferent to understand me. Then when I grew it. Or have you soared above all curiolder I picked up one day my mother's osity ?" favorite book, a book over which she "Not as high as I should like," lehad often shed tears; it was by Goethe turned the little man. “I cannot deny and called “The Sorrows of Werther.” that I have often fallen into the weakI could not sleep for that book, for ness of puzzling my poor head weeks. Such love, such intensity of ideas of the last judgment, and parapassion as is there portrayed, an ec- dise and Abraham's bosom. A weakstasy that overpowers, an intoxication ness I term it, for I know full well that that maddens. It seemed as though I no final conclusion can be reached by had drunk of an elixir and my veins the wisest of the wise, let his brain be were running fire. Lotte with the as large as yours or as small as my litheavenly face, the fair pure brow, was tle billiard-ball. But I must tell you ever before my eyes, and my heart beat that I have never been unhappy because fast at the picture of a Lotte coming I could not peep behind the curtain. I into my life, a woman whom I dared have a pleasant feeling that I am here not love, for whom I dared not even and can enjoy all the agreeable things shoot myself, for in either case I should despite the intrusion of the disagreesimply make myself ridiculous. No, able; further, that I can be an honest no; such stories were not for me. It fellow, and that no one can prevent was the last I ever read. Later, I took that whether there be or be not a God to reading histories, but they are not and a devil as the Book says. You see, for such as I. Those who fight, and this miniature design in which I am build states and advance art and sci- cast serves a happy purpose; it makes ence are men from five to six feet. the great puzzle of life so much the What has a little shrimp like me to do greater by comparison that I feel mywith all these things? This much [self floating in immensity and do not learned that average sized humanity try to grapple with it. And you, with has always found life a struggle and a that tower-like figure of yours, tell me disappointment, and that the few wise truly, have you been able to peer over men who have won in the fight come the hedge that shuts us off from ultionly at long intervals. So you see, I mate knowledge?" have avoided this sort of literature as "Perhaps a trifle more than you would think,” answered Magnus, color- Once a merry laugh interrupted the ing slightly. “Not through my own wit whistling. truly. But there is a learned man “What are you laughing at?" scowled by the name of Feuerbach, I have read Magnus. everything that he has written because "It just struck me that you are sitthe first book of his, which I picked up uated now very much as I was before quite by chance threw a wonderful we joined forces, for you, too, have your light on the phenomena of nature. If canary twittering and chirping for you you listen to him you will see very while you are at work, only yours clearly that God, nature, man are not wears a Turkish dressing-gown instead parts but form one tremendous whole. of yellow feathers and answers to the I would very much like you to read his name of Theodore Hinze. Haven't you books."
nearly finished your atheistic cate“Thanks,” said Hinze dryly. “We chism?” should eat only that for which we have The other shook his head. The work an appetite. But if you wish you may went forward slowly; pages of manugive me in outline the sapient conclu- script were thrown into a corner with sions which your friend has reached. an oath, and then the subject attacked I am interested in them because of my from a different standpoint. More interest in you, for I should like to get than once Hinze was on the point of at your theories. So begin, in God's persuading his friend away from his name. I have only a touch to add to fruitless task, but he feared the consethis vignette.”
quences of telling him that the labor he Magnus rubbed his forehead, seated had undertaken was too much for him. himself more comfortably in the trap. Besides, this occupation, unwholesome doorway and prepared to pour out his though it was, was far better than inwisdom. He had made but little prog- activity. But, when the loving eyes ress, however, before he found hinself discerned that the friend was neither floundering, and then for the first time eating nor sleeping so well, that the he realized that to be impressed with cheeks were drawn and colorless and another's thoughts and to express those the nerves showing a strain, the owner thoughts one's self are two different of those watchful eyes took matters things. The objections which Hinze, once again into his resolute little hands with his shrewd mother-wit, was con- and succeeded in bringing about an intinually and unconsciously as it were definite postponement of the undertakthrowing in his way, produced a lam- ing, and an immediate return to the old entable break-down on the part of ways. So once again the nocturnal Feuerbacu's exponent, and reduced rambles were begun-they had been him to the admission that the principle discontinued for some weeks owing to was not so clear as he had thought it, the severity of the weather—and the or rather that his own clumsy demon- dwarf's heart beat high with pleasure stration was at fault.
as, perched on his friend's shoulder, he The next day, and for several days looked abroad the snow-covered after he set himself zealously to work landscape lighted by the host of stars, over his books, his object nothing less was conscious of a huge but tender than the completion of a summary-full hand clasping his knees and felt the and exhaustive-of his master's phi- icicles of the frosty beard as it waved to losophy; this to be read, point by point, and fro in the wintry breeze. Such to the little sceptic. The sceptic, when nights drew forth confidences that he felt the need of rest, would leave his would have been afraid of the daylight; work-table, sit on the top rung of the and yet—the physical distance being so ladder and, whistling his favorite airs, great between them—they were still look down at his painstaking friend Mr. Magnus and Mr. Hinze to each with the air of one who has won the other. day and feels sorry for his adversary. But winter made way for spring at
last, and there was no longer need to African village, whilst its discussions of seek fresh air without, for windows trade problems, of missionary methods, could be opened all day long and the of polygamy, and of the liquor traffic, soft sunshine filled attic and studio. will arouse animated discussion and Besides, the spring weather was allur- controversy. Miss Kingsley's someing to people of ordinary stature, and
what authoritative pronouncements the streets at night were too populous will not be accepted by Christian stuto encourage rambles on the part of the dents, for she declares that "both two friends, their novel mode of equal- polygamy and slavery are essential to izing the distance between them at
the well-being of Africa;" but no one tracting curious observation. So, soli
can fail to recognize the sincere desire tary exercise was once more resorted
for the well-being of the natives which
marks her discussion of these burning to, all the more solitary by comparison with the pleasant walks of the winter,
It was in 1893 that Miss Kingsley and when a rainy night kindly offered
found herself free to spend five or six its protection, right gladly was it wel
months in exploration. After due delibcomed, the dwarf holding his little um
eration, she resolved to devote her holibrella as carefully over his steed's head day to West Africa. Her search for inas his own, and as the complex body formation was far from encouraging. mored on its way it resembled nothing The majority of her friends knew nothso much as a perambulating pine with
ing about the region she proposed to dripping branches swaying in the night visit, but a percentage said, “Oh, you breeze.
can't possibly go there; that's where [TO BE CONTINUED.]
Sierra Leone is, the white man's grave, you know.” The doctors told her cheerfully, “Deadliest spot on earth.” She gained her first idea of the social con
dition of the country from the missionFrom The Londou Quarterly Review. MISS KINGSLEY IN WEST AFRICA.'
ary reports and journals. This pre
pared her for the pronouncement of an Miss Kingsley has stepped at once
old friend who had lived seven years on into the front rank of lady travellers.
the Coast:Tliere is no volume in our vast library of travel and exploration quite like hers. When you have made up your mind [he This English lady travelled among can- said] to go to West Africa, the very best nibal tribes, and was more than once thing you can do is to get it unmade again actually stalked by the natives
and go to Scotland instead; but if your innovel head of game; she rose at the dead telligence is not strong enough to do so, of night to fling water pots and three
abstain from exposing yourself to the legged stools at a leopard, she forded direct rays of the sun, take four grains of horrible swamps, and
to close quinine every day for a fortnight before quarters with elephants, hippos, croco
you reach the Rivers, and get some intro
ductions to the Wesleyans; they are the diles and gorillas, and she tells her story with a boisterous mirth and gaiety only people on the Coast who have got a
hearse with feathers. of heart, which shows how much she has enjoyed her adventures, and how A feeling of foreboding settled eager she is for more. But this bulky Miss Kingsley as she left London for volume is not merely packed with ad- Liverpool, which was deepened by the venture and with grotesque incident; it steamboat agents, who frankly inis one of our most instructive books of formed her that they did not issue retravel. Its studies of fetish and witch- turn tickets by the West African lines craft will, to most readers, be a revela- of steamers. tion as to what life actually is in a West The process of her education is inter1 Travels in West Africa, Congo Français,
esting and instructive. One by one Corisco and Cameroons. By Mary H. Kingsley. ideas derived from books and other With Illustrations. London: Macmillan & Co, sources had to be revised or entirely 1897.
given up. The greatest recantation LIVING AGE.