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Indeed, scarcely a big operation. Needless to say his advent was a great boon to me, for as he lived in a. Thus I was enabled to sharpen. I must add that I never converted him to my way of thinking and he. They pounded away at each other,. Bickley frequently getting the best of it in the argument, and when at. It was:. I have convicted you of error at. Good night. I am sure that Sarah will be sitting up for me.

Such were my two most intimate friends, although I admit it was rather. Certainly Bastin was as far from Bickley as those points. However, we were all very happy together, since in certain. Now I must turn to my more personal affairs. After all, it is impossible. Then I asked Bickley and. Bastin for their opinions as to my best future course. Bickley proved a.

He rubbed his nose and feebly suggested that I might go. I asked him indignantly how I could do such a thing without. He admitted the difficulty, but. Bastin's idea was, first, that I should teach in a Sunday School;. On my rejection of this brilliant advice, he remarked that the only. At any rate, he was certain that at present I was in.

Have you found marriage such a success that you. And if you have, why. As regards the family I am sure I do not. Then he sighed, adding, "You see, Arbuthnot, we have to take things as. By the way, I think that the villagers recognised this good lady's. At least, they used to call her "Sour Sal. Now what Bastin had said about marriage stuck in my mind as his. Probably in my. But here came the rub;. I had never experienced any leanings that way.

I was as much a man as. My old fastidiousness came in; to my taste there was always something. While they attracted one part of my nature they. Moreover, quite at the beginning of my career I had. Still true marriage, such as most men and some women have. Since I knew this to be unattainable in our imperfect. As an alternative I reflected upon a parliamentary career which I was. They never came to anything, for in the end I decided that Party. I was sure that if I tried to do. Here, too, I am quite certain that I was right. The upshot of it all was that I sought refuge in that last expedient of.

No, I will make an exception, the East did interest me enormously. They released some hidden spring in. I know now that what I. Yes, that bird of passage as he. If only I could know the truth. Was Life according to Bickley merely. Or was it something quite different from either of these, something vast. And how was the truth to be learned? I asked my Eastern friends, and. I was sure it could not. So at length I gave it up, having satisfied myself. I gave it up and went away, thinking that I should forget. But I did. I was quick with a new hope, or at any rate with a new.

No wonder. Thus, then, I too became a dreamer with only one longing, the longing. Yet now it happened strangely enough that when I seemed within myself. Probably it was so decreed since is it not written that no. It happened thus. I went to Rome on my way home from India, and stayed. On the day after my arrival I wrote my name in the book. As it chanced he knew about me through some of my Devonshire neighbours.

I accepted and found myself one of a considerable party, some of. Seeing these, and. Arbuthnot who, as Sir Alfred explained to me politely, must go in to. Nor was my lot bettered when I got there, as I found myself seated. I was humiliated at my own ignorance, although in fact I was not. Indeed I was a good. In my confusion it occurred to me that the Italian. She stared, and Sir Alfred, who was not. Then it was that for the first time I saw Natalie, for owing to. As her father's only daughter, her mother being dead,. Indeed the. An angel looking down upon earth through the lilies of Heaven--that was.

I did not quite. I did not know, and to. It was like that glowing. Our eyes met, and I suppose that she saw the wonder and admiration. At any rate her amused smile faded, leaving the face rather. Then she withdrew. Only I noted as she passed out that although not tall, she.

Afterwards in the drawing-room her father, with whom I had talked at the. Arbuthnot, and I think if. Then he bustled away to speak to some of his important guests, from whom. I think he was seeking political information. Then we talked of the places and things that I more particularly desired. It was a curious business, more like meeting a very old friend from whom. We were, so to speak, intimate from the first; we. On one point I am. It was something more, something quite beyond that elementary. At any rate we loved, and one evening in the shelter of the solemn.

I really think we must have. It was so old, so impregnated with every human experience,. So Natalie and I were betrothed within a month of our first meeting. Within three we were married, for what was there to prevent or delay? Naturally Sir Alfred was delighted, seeing that he possessed but. Everybody was delighted, everything went smoothly as a sledge sliding. Probably a plain; at the worst the upward rise. That is what we thought, if we thought at all. Certainly we never.

Why should we, who were young, by comparison,. Who thinks of precipices under such. And yet we ought to have done so, because we should have known that. I am bound to say that when we returned home to Fulcombe, where of. Bastin, glowering as usual,. Natalie, "and really, when I come to think of it, you are an unusually.

You possess a great deal of money, much more than you. It is very strange that you should. However, I have no doubt it will all come even in the. Perhaps Mrs.

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Arbuthnot will have no children as there is so much for them to take. Or," he added, still thinking aloud after. I do not know why, but his wandering words struck me cold; the. Perhaps this uncanny. But Bickley did reply with some vigour. They would have turned the stomachs of a gathering of early Christians,. The truth is better than what you call good taste. It teaches consideration and sympathy for others of which. Moreover, since you talk of the death of people's. It is highly probable, in my opinion,. Arbuthnot, who is quite a healthy person.

But why should you cast reflections on the early Christians. I know you are angry. But as for the early Christians and. Let it not be supposed from the above scene that there was any. On the contrary they were much. For instance Bastin was always. Bastin would answer that their souls. As it was quite impossible. Here I may state that Bickley's keen professional eye was not mistaken. Bastin's state of health as dangerous. Her husband attended some ecclesiastical function at a town over twenty.

As he did not arrive she waited at. Then, on a winter's night she tore. I expostulated against the folly of. Then it came out, to Natalie's and my intense amusement, that all this. She said. I suggested that she might have a little confidence in him, to which she. The end of it was that I lent her the cart with a fast horse and a good.

Reaching the town in question some two and a. He, it appeared, had gone on to Exeter, to look at the. About one in the morning, after being nearly locked up as a mad woman,. Even then she. When her husband did return on the. That was the end of this truly odious British matron. In after days Bastin, by some peculiar mental process, canonised her in. Why, my dear Humphrey, I can assure you that even in the.

Now I must tell of my own terrible sorrow, which turned my life to. Never were a man and a woman happier together than I and Natalie. Mentally, physically, spiritually we were perfectly mated, and we loved.

When the World Shook; being an account of the great adventure of Bastin, Bickley and Arbuthnot

Truly we were as one. Yet there was something about. I would talk to her of the child, but she. I tried to laugh away her doubts, though whenever I did so I seemed to. At last, however, I. I think that I shall be taken away from you--you know. No, I can't explain how or when or where, because I do not know. I have. All I know is that I am not. Bastin's kind of conventional heaven, which he. It is something quite different from that and very much more real. Then she bent down ostensibly to pat the head of a little black cocker.

Really, I knew, it was to hide her tears,. As I went I heard the dog whimpering in a peculiar way, as though some. That night I spoke to Bickley about the matter, repeating exactly what. As I expected, he smiled in his grave, rather sarcastic way,. They are of everyday occurrence among women in your wife's condition. Sometimes they take one form, sometimes another.

When she has got her. The days and weeks went by like a long nightmare and in due course the. Bickley was not attending the case; it was not in. So it was put in charge of. How am I to tell of it? Everything went wrong; as for the details, let. Ultimately Bickley did operate, and if surpassing skill could.

But the other man had misjudged. I was called in to say farewell to my wife and found her radiant,. Everything is quite well,. Go where you seem called to go, far away. Good-bye for a little while; only for a little while, my own, my own! Then she died. And for a time I too seemed to die, but could not. Afterwards, when all was over, I spoke of these last words of Natalie's.

The latter I may explain, had been present at the end in his spiritual. His prayers and the. When I told him exactly what had happened and repeated the words that. Natalie spoke, he was much interested in his own nebulous way, and said. His own faith was, he thanked God, fairly robust, but still. I remarked that she had not seemed to speak in the sense he indicated,.

But of course it is. Good-bye, I promised to see. Widow Jenkins this afternoon about having her varicose veins cut out,. I wonder what Bastin's ideas of unpleasant conversation may be, thought. I to myself, as I watched him depart already wool-gathering on some. Bickley listened to my tale in sympathetic silence, as a doctor does to. When he was obliged to speak, he said that it was interesting.

The world on the whole is a sad place, where we arrive. Indeed the impulse is Nature, or at least its chief manifestation. Consequently, whether we be gnats or elephants, or anything between and. You had a good time for a little while and were happy in it; now you.

Perhaps in the future, when your. Only I confess, my dear fellow, that your experience convinces me. Indeed I. But probably nobody does in cold blood, except. Science shows us all kinds. Give me. It is. Or that. Now, I. They are tangible and real at any rate; about the largest I ever. Give up dreams, old boy, and take to something useful. With this Parthian shaft Bickley took his departure to make a job of. I took his advice. During the next few months I did write something. It lies in my safe.

When it was finished my melancholy returned to me with added force. Everything in the house took a tongue and cried to me of past days. Its walls echoed a voice that I could never hear again; in the very. Although I had. The place. I felt that I must get away from it or I should go. One afternoon Bastin arrived carrying a book and in a state of high. This work, written, as he said, by some ribald traveller,.

Bickley picked it up and opened.

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I call her distinctly. Nature indeed! I call her Child of Sin.


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That photograph is enough to. Also I thought that according to your Hebrew legend sin. It was fig-leaves that symbolised its arrival. The garments,. Bastin "would have preferred her thus," and he held up. In this the native belle appeared after conversion, clad in broken-down. But it is not of the. But I kept the book and read it as a neutral observer, and came to the. Why should I not visit. No, I could not. If Bastin and Bickley were there, their eternal arguments. Well, why should they not come also? When one has money. The idea, which had its root in this absurd conversation, took a curious.

I thought of it all the evening, being alone, and that night. I dreamed that my lost Natalie appeared to me. It was of a long, low land, a curving shore. Then the picture seemed to become a reality and I saw Natalie herself,. There in my dream she stood, smiling. As I awoke I seemed to hear her voice, repeating her dying words: "Go. With some variations this dream visited me twice that night. In the. Islands, even if I must do so alone.

On that same evening Bastin and. Bickley dined with me. I said nothing to them about my dream, for Bastin. They agreed, at least. Indeed Bastin added. I have the. Also something is. I think I shall have to leave Ogden" his. There is. I want to go to the South Seas about which we. You, Bickley, make so much money out of cutting people about,.

But as for. But I could never dream of accepting without the. He is a great believer in me ever since I. As for me, I mean to come if only to show you how continually. But, Arbuthnot, how do you mean to go? In a mail steamer, I suppose. I will make some. And now, to celebrate the occasion, let us all have another. They hesitated and were lost, Bastin murmuring something about doing. Then they both asked what was. I shook my head, whereon as a result of further cogitation, Bastin. Bickley said that he. A toast to the. So we did, though Bastin grumbled that the performance made him feel.

As for me I laughed and for some unknown reason felt happier than I. South Sea Islands could have guessed what fruit his light-thrown seed. I made my inquiries through a London agency which hired out yachts or. As I expected, there were plenty to be had,. In the end, however, I chartered one. The owners paid insurance and everything else on condition. I know nothing about yachts, and therefore shall not attempt to describe.

In all, her crew consisted of thirty-two hands. A peculiarity of. It was owing to these arrangements, which were unusual, that the. Perhaps they hoped that. If so, the Fates did. The captain, named Astley, was a jovial person who held every kind of. He seemed so extraordinarily able at his business that. In this I believe. I was right; otherwise a man of such attainments would have been. The first mate,. Jacobsen, was a melancholy Dane, a spiritualist who played the.

The crew were a. I think that is all I need say.

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The arrangement was that the Star of the South should proceed through. All the first part of the plan we carried out to the letter. Of the. The Star of the South was amply provided with every kind of store.


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South Seas, selected by Bastin, whose bishop, when he understood the. She duly sailed from the Thames and. I forgot to add that she had another passenger, the little spaniel,. I had intended to leave him behind, but while I was packing up he. When I entered the motor to drive to the station he. After this I felt that Destiny intended him to be our companion.

Moreover, was he not linked with my dead past, and, had I but known it,. We enjoyed our voyage exceedingly. In Egypt, a land I was glad to. This, however, gave. The journey up the Nile was postponed until our return. It was. The arguments that ensued may be imagined. It never seemed to occur to either of them that all faiths may be and.

Our passage down the Red Sea was cool and agreeable. Thence we shaped. Here again we stopped a little while to run up. Buddhist topes that once again gave rise to religious argument between. Leaving Ceylon we struck across the Indian Ocean for. It was a long voyage, since to save our coal we made most of it. However, we were not dull as Captain Astley was a good. He insisted on holding seances in the cabin, at which the. The table twisted about, voices were heard and. Jacobsen's accordion wailed out tunes above our heads.

These happenings. He was convinced that someone was playing tricks upon him,. First he accused Jacobsen, who was very indignant, and then me, who. In the end Jacobsen and I left the "circle" and the cabin,. Presently we heard sounds of altercation, and Bickley emerged. Again, is it possible for me, sitting on the other side of that. National Anthem, a thing that I have not the slightest idea how to do? I will have no more to do with it," and he. After this the seances were given up but Jacobsen produced an instrument. The thing, a heart-shaped piece. Then it began to. He stared, then with an exclamation which I will not repeat, and a.

I picked it up and next moment was screaming. There on the top of the sheet was a rough but entirely. Epistles--"Oppositions of science falsely so called. Bickley never alluded to the matter, but for days afterwards I saw him. As he never said anything about it, I fear that he failed. This planchette business had a somewhat curious ending. A few nights. To oblige. It wrote an answer which, I may remark, subsequently proved to be quite.

Try again, Mr. The planchette hesitated a while then wrote rapidly and stopped. Jacobsen took up the paper and began to read the answer aloud--"To A,. B the D, and B the C, the most remarkable things will happen that have. Jacobsen paid no attention, for he was reading what followed. As he did. Then suddenly he tore the paper in pieces which he thrust into his. Lifting his great fist he uttered some Danish oath and with a. When I met him the. English gentlemens to see. Something not nice. You understand. Then he began to talk of something else and there the matter ended. I should have said that, principally with a view to putting themselves.

Marseilles both Bastin and Bickley spent a number of hours each day in. It became a. Now Bastin, although simple and even stupid in some ways, was a good. The result was that before we. As it chanced, too, at Perth we picked up a Samoan and his wife who,. With these. They wished me to.

I picked up a good deal in a quiet way, as much as they did perhaps. At length, travelling on and on as a voyager to the planet Mars might. Here we spent a few days exploring the beautiful town of Perth and its. Then we departed for Melbourne almost before our. We crossed the Great Australian Bight, of evil reputation, in the most. Then our real journey began.

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The plan we laid out was to sail to Suva. Particularly did we wish to visit Easter Island on account of. In truth, however, we had no fixed plan except to go. Chance, I may add, or.

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We came to Suva in safety and spent a while in exploring the beautiful. Fiji Isles where both Bastin and Bickley made full inquiries about. Thence we steamed to. Samoa and put our two natives ashore at Apia, where we procured some. We did not stay long enough in these islands to investigate them,. So having coaled and watered we departed in. Up to this time I should state we had met with the most wonderful good. With the superstition of a sailor Captain Astley,. Here I must tell that after we were clear of Apia, it was discovered.

The question arose whether we. While the. On opening it I found another sealed. I implore you not to open until you have seen the last of the Star of. I thank you again and again for all your kindness and pray that the. Spirits who rule the world may bless and preserve you, also the Doctor. This letter, which left the fate of Jacobsen quite unsolved, for it. Of course there was no obligation on me. I felt that this would be disagreeable; also, although. On my return to the deck I said nothing whatsoever about the discovery. So the boatswain, a capable. How curiously things come about in the world!

For nautical reasons that were explained to me, but which I will not. But it was not so fated. It was on the fourth day, when we were roughly seven hundred miles or. The captain put on steam in the hope of pushing through it, but that. Fortunately, however, the. When the light came it was blowing very hard indeed, and the sky was. Unfortunately, there was no moon visible;. For quite seventy-two hours we. The little vessel behaved. Astley was growing alarmed. When I said something complimentary to him. He had been. I asked him whether we could not steam back to our proper course, but.

Also there was. However, he had kept the fires. That night during dinner which now consisted of tinned foods and whisky. The captain came down into the. He took the bottle and, to my alarm, poured out. Look at the glass! About 29 degrees. Again Astley laughed in a mirthless fashion, as he answered:.

That's the passengers' glass. I told the steward to put. Look at this," and he produced one of the portable variety out of his. We looked, and it stood somewhere between 27 degrees and 28 degrees. It's right, too, for I have tested it by three. Pray as you never. But I stepped between him and it, shaking my head. Thereon he. Though I saw him once. Why did he play such a trick upon us about the.

Humphrey, I believe he had been drinking. We must take our chance. Bickley nodded, and suggested that we should go on deck to see what was. So we went. Not a breath of wind was stirring, and even the. At least, so we judged from. We heard the sailors, however, engaged in rigging guide.

Also they were putting ropes round the boats. Presently Bastin joined us, having, I suppose, finished his devotions. I lit my pipe, making no answer, and the match burned quite steadily. It looked like a line of white approaching through. With it came a hissing sound, and although there was still no. A big. Becos the 'urricane is coming, that's all. Coming as though the. Bastin seemed inclined to remonstrate at this sort of language, but we.

Next moment I heard the sailors battening the hatch with. Another instant and we were all lying in a heap on the cabin floor with. The cyclone had struck the ship! Above the wash. I thought that all was over, but presently there. The masts, or one of them, had gone, and. I listened, for the electric light had temporarily gone out, owing, I. A most unholy and. It might have been. Then the light came on again and we saw Bastin lying at full. Bickley crept to him and having looked, sang out:.

He's only sea-sick. I thought it would come to that if. Here, drink some whisky, you donkey. Bastin sat up and obeyed, out of the bottle, for it was impossible to. As a matter of fact he had, for once Bastin had begun really we thought. Somehow we got him into his cabin, which. But now I could hear the engines working, and I think that the bow. This continued for a while until the first burst of the cyclone. Then suddenly the engines stopped; I suppose that they had. I only wish that. I could think that there was anything in Bastin's views. But I can't, I. It's good night for us poor creatures!

At last the electric light really went out. I had looked at my watch. It then marked 3. We had wedged Bastin, who was now snoring comfortably, into his berth,. As for ourselves, we lay down on the floor. Thus we remained, expecting death every. About this time there came a lull in the hellish, howling hurricane; the.

So we started, only to find the entrance to the companion so faithfully. We knocked and shouted,. My belief is that at this time everyone on the. Then we returned to the saloon, which, except for a little water. It blew all day till for my part I grew utterly weary.

If my views were not quite those. I had believed from. Therefore, I wished to have it over and learn what there. We could not speak much because of the howling of the wind, but Bickley. I nodded my head, not caring. When death is at hand most of us do.

Indeed I was wondering whether within a few minutes or hours I. On we sped, and on. About four in the afternoon we heard sounds from. Bastin's cabin which faintly reminded me of some tune. I crept to the. Evidently he had awakened and was singing or trying. Presently it. The darkness gathered once more. Then of a sudden something fearful. There were stupendous noises of a kind I had never heard;. Chapter I Arbuthnot Describes Himself I suppose that I, Humphrey Arbuthnot, should begin this history in which Destiny has caused me to play so prominent a part, with some short account of myself and Read more.


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