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magnetic　attraction　goes　through　it　as　sand　went　through　the　sieve。

No　good　reasons　can　be　given　why　the　presence　of　a　cat　should　not

betray　itself　to　certain　organizations；　at　a　distance；　through　the

walls　of　a　box　in　which　the　animal　is　shut　up。　　We　need　not

disbelieve　the　stories　which　allege　such　an　occurrence　as　a　fact　and

a　not　very　infrequent　one。



If　the　presence　of　a　cat　can　produce　its　effects　under　these

circumstances；　why　should　not　that　of　a　human　being　under　similar

conditions；　acting　on　certain　constitutions；　exercise　its　specific

influence？　　The　doctor　recalled　a　story　told　him　by　one　of　his

friends；　a　story　which　the　friend　himself　heard　from　the　lips　of　the

distinguished　actor；　the　late　Mr。　Fechter。　　The　actor　maintained　that

Rachel　had　no　genius　as　an　actress。　　It　was　all　Samson's　training　and

study；　according　to　him；　which　explained　the　secret　of　her　wonderful

effectiveness　on　the　stage。　　But　magnetism；　he　said；magnetism；　she

was　full　of。　　He　declared　that　he　was　made　aware　of　her　presence　on

the　stage；　when　he　could　not　see　her　or　know　of　her　presence

otherwise；　by　this　magnetic　emanation。　　The　doctor　took　the　story　for

what　it　was　worth。　　There　might　very　probably　be　exaggeration；

perhaps　high　imaginative　coloring　about　it；　but　it　was　not　a　whit

more　unlikely　than　the　cat…stories；　accepted　as　authentic。　　He

continued　this　train　of　thought　into　further　developments。　　Into　this

series　of　reflections　we　will　try　to　follow　him。



What　is　the　meaning　of　the　halo　with　which　artists　have　surrounded

the　heads　of　their　pictured　saints；　of　the　aureoles　which　wraps　them

like　a　luminous　cloud？　　Is　it　not　a　recognition　of　the　fact　that

these　holy　personages　diffuse　their　personality　in　the　form　of　a

visible　emanation；　which　reminds　us　of　Milton's　definition　of　light：



　　　　〃Bright　effluence　of　bright　essence　increate〃？



The　common　use　of　the　term　influence　would　seem　to　imply　the

existence　of　its　correlative；　effluence。　　There　is　no　good　reason

that　I　can　see；　the　doctor　said　to　himself；　why　among　the　forces

which　work　upon　the　nervous　centres　there　should　not　be　one　which

acts　at　various　distances　from　its　source。　　It　may　not　be　visible

like　the　〃glory〃　of　the　painters；　it　may　not　be　appreciable　by　any

one　of　the　five　senses；　and　yet　it　may　be　felt　by　the　person　reached

by　it　as　much　as　if　it　were　a　palpable　presence；more　powerfully；

perhaps；　from　the　mystery　which　belongs　to　its　mode　of　action。



Why　should　not　Maurice　have　been　rendered　restless　and　anxious　by　the

unseen　nearness　of　a　young　woman　who　was　in　the　next　room　to　him；

just　as　the　persons　who　have　the　dread　of　cats　are　made　conscious　of

their　presence　through　some　unknown　channel？　　Is　it　anything　strange

that　the　larger　and　more　powerful　organism　should　diffuse　a

consciousness　of　its　presence　to　some　distance　as　well　as　the

slighter　and　feebler　one？　　Is　it　strange　that　this　mysterious

influence　or　effluence　should　belong　especially　or　exclusively　to　the

period　of　complete　womanhood　in　distinction　from　that　of　immaturity

or　decadence？　　On　the　contrary；　it　seems　to　be　in　accordance　with　all

the　analogies　of　nature；analogies　too　often　cruel　in　the　sentence

they　pass　upon　the　human　female。



Among　the　many　curious　thoughts　which　came　up　in　the　doctor's　mind

was　this；　which　made　him　smile　as　if　it　were　a　jest；　but　which　he

felt　very　strongly　had　its　serious　side；　and　was　involved　with　the

happiness　or　suffering　of　multitudes　of　youthful　persons　who　die

without　telling　their　secret：



How　many　young　men　have　a　mortal　fear　of　woman；　as　woman；　which　they

never　overcome；　and　in　consequence　of　which　the　attraction　which

draws　man　towards　her；　as　strong　in　them　as　in　others；oftentimes；

in　virtue　of　their　peculiarly　sensitive　organizations；　more　potent　in

them　than　in　others　of　like　age　and　conditions；in　consequence　of

which　fear；　this　attraction　is　completely　neutralized；　and　all　the

possibilities　of　doubled　and　indefinitely　extended　life　depending

upon　it　are　left　unrealized！　　Think　what　numbers　of　young　men　in

Catholic　countries　devote　themselves　to　lives　of　celibacy。　　Think　how

many　young　men　lose　all　their　confidence　in　the　presence　of　the　young

woman　to　whom　they　are　most　attracted；　and　at　last　steal　away　from　a

companionship　which　it　is　rapture　to　dream　of　and　torture　to　endure；

so　does　the　presence　of　the　beloved　object　paralyze　all　the　powers　of

expression。　　Sorcerers　have　in　all　time　and　countries　played　on　the

hopes　and　terrors　of　lovers。　　Once　let　loose　a　strong　impulse　on　the

centre　of　inhibition；　and　the　warrior　who　had　faced　bayonets　and

batteries　becomes　a　coward　whom　the　well…dressed　hero　of　the　ball…

room　and　leader　of　the　German　will　put　to　ignominious　flight　in　five

minutes　of　easy；　audacious　familiarity　with　his　lady…love。



Yes；　the　doctor　went　on　with　his　reflections；　I　do　not　know　that　I

have　seen　the　term　Gynophobia　before　I　opened　this　manuscript；　but　I

have　seen　the　malady　many　times。　　Only　one　word　has　stood　between

many　a　pair　of　young　people　and　their　lifelong　happiness；　and　that

word　has　got　as　far　as　the　lips；　but　the　lips　trembled　and　would　not；

could　not；　shape　that　little　word。　　All　young　women　are　not　like

Coleridge's　Genevieve；　who　knew　how　to　help　her　lover　out　of　his

difficulty；　and　said　yes　before　he　had　asked　for　an　answer。　　So　the

wave　which　was　to　have　wafted　them　on　to　the　shore　of　Elysium　has

just　failed　of　landing　them；　and　back　they　have　been　drawn　into　the

desolate　ocean　to　meet　no　more　on　earth。



Love　is　the　master…key；　he　went　on　thinking；　love　is　the　master…key

that　opens　the　gates　of　happiness；　of　hatred；　of　jealousy；　and；　most

easily　of　all；　the　gate　of　fear。　　How　terrible　is　the　one　fact　of

beauty！not　only　the　historic　wonder　of　beauty；　that　〃burnt　the

topless　towers　of　Ilium　〃for　the　smile　of　Helen；　and　fired　the

palaces　of　Babylon　by　the　hand　of　Thais；　but　the　beauty　which　springs

up　in　all　times　and　places；　and　carries　a　torch　and　wears　a　serpent

for　a　wreath　as　truly　as　any　of　the　Eumenides。　　Paint　Beauty　with　her

foot　upon　a　skull　and　a　dragon　coiled　around　her。



The　doctor　smiled　at　his　own　imposing　classical　allusions　and

pictorial　imagery。　　Drifting　along　from　thought　to　thought；　he

reflected　on　the　probable　consequences　of　the　general　knowledge　of

Maurice　Kirkwood's　story；　if　it　came　before　the　public。



What　a　piece　of　work　it　would　make　among　the　lively　youths　of　the

village；　to　be　sure！　　What　scoffing；　what　ridicule；　what

embellishments；　what　fables；　would　follow　in　the　trail　of　the　story！

If　the　Interviewer　got　hold　of　it；　how　〃The　People's　Perennial　and

Household　Inquisitor〃　would　blaze　with　capitals　in　its　next　issue！

The　young　fellows'　of　the　place　would　be　disposed　to　make　fun　of　the

whole　matter。　　The　young　girls…the　doctor　hardly　dared　to　think　what

would　happen　when　the　story　got　about　among　them。　　〃The　Sachem〃　of

the　solitary　canoe；　the　bold　horseman；　the　handsome　hermit；handsome

so　far　as　the　glimpses　they　had　got　of　him　went；must　needs　be　an

object　of　tender　interest　among　them；　now　that　he　was　ailing；

suffering；　in　danger　of　his　life；　away　from　friends；poor　fellow！

Little　tokens　of　their　regard　had　reached　his　sick…chamber；　bunches

of　flowers　with（dainty　little　notes；　some　of　them　pinkish；　some

three…cornered；　some　of　them　with　brief　messages；　others　〃criss…

crossed；〃　were　growing　more　frequent　as　it　was　understood　that　the

patient　was　likely　to　be　convalescent　before　many　days　had　passed。

If　it　should　come　to　be　understood　that　there　was　a　deadly　obstacle

to　their　coming　into　any　personal　relations　with　him；　the　doctor　had

his　doubts　whether　there　were　not　those　who　would　subject　him　to　the

risk；　for　there　were　coquettes　in　the　village；strangers；　visitors；

let　us　hope；who　would　sacrifice　anything　or　anybody　to　their　vanity

and　love　of　conquest。









XXI



AN　INTIMATE　CONVERSATION。



The　illness　from　which　Maurice　had　suffered　left　him　in　a　state　of

profound　prostration。　　The　doctor；　who　remembered　the　extreme　danger

of　any　overexertion　in　such　cases；　hardly　allowed　him　to　lift　his

head　from　the　pillow。　　But　his　mind　was　gradually　recovering　its

balance；　and　he　was　able　to　hold　some　conversation　with　those　about

him。　　His　faithful　Paolo　had　grown　so　thin　in　waiting　upon　him　and

watching　with　him　that　the　village　children　had　to　take　a　second　look

at　his　face　when　they　passed　him　to　make　sure　that　it　was　indeed

their　old　friend　and　no　other。　　But　as　his　master　advanced　towards

convalescence　and　the　doctor　assured　him　that　he　was　going　in　all

probability　to　get　well；　Paolo's　face　began　to　recover　something　of

its　old　look　and　expression；　and　once　more　his　pockets　filled

themselves　with　comfits　for　his　little　circle　of　worshipping　three

and　four　year　old　followers。



How　is　Mr。　Kirkwood？〃　was　the　question　with　which　he　was　always

greeted。　　In　the　worst　periods　of　the　fever　be　rarely　left　his

master。　　When　he　did；　and　the　question　was　put　to　him；　he　would　shake

his　head　sadly；　sometimes　without　a　word；　sometimes　with　tears　and

sobs　and　faltering　words；more　like　a　brokenhearted　child　than　a

stalwart　man　as　he　was；　such　a　man　as　soldiers　are　made　of　in　the

great　Continental　armies。



〃He　very　bad；he　no　eat　nothing；heno　say　nothing；he　never　be

no　better；〃　and　all　his　Southern　nature　betrayed　itself　in　a

passionate　burst　of　lamentation。　　But　now　that　he　began　to　feel　easy

about　his　master；　his　ready　optimism　declared　itself　no　less

transparently。



〃He　better　every　day　now。　　He　get　well　in　few　weeks；　sure。　　You　see

him　on　hoss　in　little　while。〃　　The　kind…hearted　creature's　life　was

bound　up　in　that　of　his　〃master；〃　as　he　loved　to　call　him；　in

sovereign　disregard　of　the　comments　of　the　natives；　who　held

themselves　too　high　for　any　such　recognition　of　another　as　their

better。　　They　could　not　understand　how　he；　so　m