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“And one of us," he said to her- this no longer : they only stood dazed, like the was Topham or else Fyles — “one of us is two halves of the worm she had bisected Topham-Topham, returned from the that morning. grave."
"I cannot discharge the butler,” she Trust their cruel masculine insistence said from the height of her womanhood. to pounce upon the question she did not “I can only retain him and insist upon his wish to answer, could not answer! She drinking less. One of you must go nowstayed for moments grasping the back of before he sees you again." the chair from which she rose. Then her They waited, bowed, as if to try to shuddering eyes went out in blue appeal to force the choice on her. But how could both of them.
Alice make it and be true to all her mar"Which of you”—her voice broke- riage-vows? Death had not parted her "which of you is Topham?".
from either of these men. At length they At once their faces shadowed with a heard her slipper tapping on the rug imnew dismay. What had happened since patiently. She glanced commandingly at just now both men for the first time had the clock, and it began to strike ten. looked each other fully in the face? The What followed is susceptible of so man on the Hepplewhite turned to the many different explanations that I shall man on the Chippendale: each saw in the offer only one. Chippendale slowly turned other the perfect representative of his toward the door. He opened it and class. Each saw the man of birth, the glanced toward the dining-room, which public school man, the soldier retired on was vacant. Then without a word he let half-pay, the pink English gentleman with himself out of the house, Alice and Hephalf-retired hair, the product of a tradi- plewhite watched him through the French tion which only the destruction of an em- window down the path and out of the pire can change. Each found himself gate that led most easily to the churchstaring at Major-Colonel-Topham- yard where Major Topham's headstone Fyles, sitting in a Chipplewhite chair. In- was. Chippendale had never turned back. tensely they rose; they even gestured to
He was gone. woman in all the world they I think it was Fyles who went. I think might expect to help them their wife! he did it under the impression that he was
“Can't you tell ?” they jointly quav- Topham and that this was a good way to ered.
get even with Topham. If you call it She stared from one to the other again strange that Fyles should go into Topand again, the words of her marriage-ser- ham's grave, I answer that it is no stranger vices ringing in her ears. With each look than that Topham should have left it. their hearts sank farther.
But perhaps you think it was Topham “Can't you tell ?" she limply said. who went, and that Topham had lost his
Chipplewhite turned to Heppendale. temper. But if you think Topham would The two froze palely to each other's faces. lose his temper, you don't understandThey tried with all their might to remem- you quite don't understand. ber which of them had sat in which chair Alice took a mild, fresh breath and sank at that forgetful moment which seemed so again to the chess-table. It was Heplong ago. Their faces went through plewhite's move. He pondered a long movements which can be good form only time. He really was not thinking of the for gentlemen who are drowning. They game just yet. He seemed to have somewere drowning; but Alice was not. And thing on his mind. Finally the words the scene began to annoy her; their putting it on her, a weak woman-all on her. "My dear," he said, "which of us really They could see her so straightening up was it that went ?" that Burne-Jones would not have recog
Alice turned up her pale-blue eyes to nized her.
him. All that was forgiving, all that was “No!” they agonized, both in answer pure and wifely, all that was anchored in and in vague new protest. But before her her marriage-vows, stood in her eyes. pale-blue eyes their heads could only droop “Does it really matter, dear?" she upon their shoulders. She could endure it softly said.
native dwellings are enriched with carv
the natives, and took great interest in their carved figures. The streets of every vilbeautiful carving. From time immemorial lage exhibit a unique array of images. carving has been the chief accomplishment The more prominent families boast imof the Maoris. It is not now followed so posing collections of carved and chiseled extensively as at an earlier period in their work. Some noted Maoris have househistory. Originally it was more the favo- hold accumulations — ancestral legaciesrite diversion of the tribal elders, who of carved curiosities of many decades. were too slow for the chase or too feeble The best work has been given to the for war expeditions. The notable activity royal families for the decoration of their of the Maori temperament then found ex- palaces, and to official buildings and sapression in the practice of this art. The cred structures. Maori council-houses are carving was done with crude tools,-flint museums of weird and grotesque woodknives and stone axes, -and on seasoned craft. wood almost as hard as metal. For a long Special carvers have designed the warperiod the enthusiasm for this type of decorations that ornament the Maori Pas. decoration was general.
Their primitive forts are made hideous Stone, coral, pearl, and ivory are also with bellicose images, and their weapons patterned by the Malay imagination. In- also are carved. The prows of the Maori domitable industry, skill, and ingenuity war-boats and sides of their great canoes, produce designs so symmetrical as to ap- hewn from giant trees, are enriched with pear to be executed by mechanical means. handsome decoration. The ancient teachers of this tracery were Other of these Malay artists have traced men of tribal circumstance, rewarded by the gods and goddesses of their mythology the chiefs and holding positions of honor in wood and stone, and have covered their under the kings.
altars with carved symbols. Maori theolOn North Island, New Zealand, Iogy has been preached in rocks and trees found the best examples of native handi- by statues of their deities of war, peace, craft. The doorways and windows of wind, rain, land, sea, day, and night.
Almost everything in nature—the fowls cupied lower positions in the carved cabof the air, the animals of the forest, the inet of deities. fish of the sea-has been carved by the No parchments have preserved Maori indefatigable Maori mallet and chisel. history. The annals of the race endure Gods were cut into stone, and attributes engraved on stone or in carved images. of deities traced on granite. Sacred tem- Legendary warriors and sages live again ples were thus made halls of statuary, in patterns of intricate design and gorwhere deistical images of many charac- geous elaboration. ters, degrees, and powers were grouped. The Maori work exhibits trained cunAbove the council of stone gods sat the ning, laborious workmanship, tenacious enSupreme Ruler, who unrolled the firma- ergy, an imagination of large perspective, ment like a scroll. Subordinate gods oc- and an ancestral heritage of artistic genius.