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suit of clothes somewhere,—not new,—and ap- this reason. Even the officials who must have peared quite respectable. He even got some- seen him there fifty times were sympathetic; thing to do, and was put on one of the many and they told me to see the justice, and they committees having a hand in the entertainment believed he would let him out for next day. arrangements. I never saw a greater change in I applied to him as they suggested. He said, any one. It looked as if there was hope for “Come down to court to-morrow morning. him yet. He stopped me on the street a day I did so. “No.4" was present, pale and tremor two before the unveiling and told me he had bling. As he stood there he made a better dea piece of good news: the remnant of his old fense than any one else could have made for company was to be here; he had got hold of the him. He admitted his guilt, and said he had last one,- there were nine of them left,- and nothing to say in extenuation except that it was he had his old jacket that he had worn in the the “old story," he “had not intended it”; he war, and he was going to wear it on the march. deserved it all, but would like to get off that " It 's worn, of course,” he said, “but my day; had a special reason for it, and would, if mother put some patches over the holes, and necessary, go back to jail that evening and stay except for the stain on it it's in good order. there a year, or all his life. As he stood awaitI believe I am the only one of the boys that ing sentence, he looked like a damned soul. has his jacket still; I have never got so hard His coat was unbuttoned, and his old, faded up as to part with it. I'm all right now. I gray jacket showed under it. The justice, to mean to be buried in it.”
his honor, let him off. “No. 4" shook hands I had never remarked before what a refined with him, unable to speak, and turned away. face he had; his enthusiasm made him look Then he had a strange turn. We had hard younger than I had ever seen him. I saw him work to get him to go into the procession. He on the day before the eve of the unveiling; he positively refused; said he was not fit to go or was as busy as a bee, and looked almost hand- to live, began to cry, and took off his jacket. some. “The boys are coming in by every train," He would go back to jail, he said. We finally he said. “Look here"; he pulled me aside, and got him straight, accepted from him a solemn unbuttoned his vest. A piece of faded gray promise not to touch a drop till the celebration cloth was disclosed. He had the old gray jacket was over, so help him God; and sent him off on under his other coat. “I know the boys to join his old command at the tobacco warewill like to see it,” he said. “I'm going down house on the slip where the cavalry rendezto the train now to meet one— Binford Terrell
. voused. I had some apprehension that he I don't know whether I shall know him. Bin- would not turn up in the procession; but I was ford and I used to be much of a size. We did mistaken. He was there with the old cavalry not use to speak at one time; had a falling out veterans, as sober as a judge, and looking every about which one should hold the horses; I made inch a soldier. him do it, but I reckon he won't remember it It was a strange scene, and an impressive now. I don't. I have not touched a drop. one even to those whose hearts were not in Good-by.” He went off.
sympathy with it in any respect. Many who The next night about bedtime I got a mes- had been the hardest fighters against the South sage that a man wanted to see me at the jail were in sympathy with much of it, if not with immediately. It was urgent. Would I come all. But to those who were of the South, even down there at once? I had a foreboding, and I with hearts then fixed upon the Union, it was went down. It was as I suspected. “No. 4" sublime. It passed beyond mere enthusiasm, was there behind the bars. * “ Drunk again," however exalted, and rested in the profoundest said the turnkey, laconically, as he let me in. and most sacred deeps of their being. There He let me see him. He wanted me to see the were many cheers, but more tears; not tears of range and get him out. He besought me. He regret or mortification (for the flag of the Union wept. " It was all an accident"; he had “found that we now love floated everywhere, placed wme of the old boys, and they had got to talk- by hands that once fought against it), but tears ing over old times, and just for old times' sake," of sympathy and hallowed memory. The gaily eu. He was too drunk to stand up; but the decorated streets, in all the bravery of flutterterror of being locked up next day had sobered ing ensigns and bunting; the martial music of him and his mind was perfectly clear. He im- many bands; the constant tramp of marching plored me to see the judge and to get him to let troops; the thronged sidewalks, verandas, and him out. “ Tell him I will come back here and roofs ; the gleam of polished arms and glitterstay a year if he will let me out to-morrow,” ing uniforms; the flutter of gay garments, and he said brokenly. He showed me the gray the smiles of beautiful women sweet with symacket under his vest, and was speechless. Even pathy; the long line of old soldiers, faded and then he did not ask release on the ground that broken and gray, yet each self-sustained, and he was a veteran. I never knew him to urge inspired by the life of the South that fowed in
their veins, marching under the old Confed- walks was tremendous, and just before the old erate flags that they had borne so often in vic- veterans came along the crush increased. As tory and in defeat—all contributed to make the it resettled itself I became conscious that a lit
a outward pageant a scene never to be forgotten. tle old woman in a rusty black dress whom I But this was merely the outward image; the had seen patiently standing alone in the front real fact was the spirit. It was the South. It line on the street corner for an hour had lost was the spirit of the South, Confederate and her position, and had been pushed back against Union; not of the new South, nor yet merely the railing, and had an anxious, disappointed of the old South, but the spirit of the great look on her face. She had a little faded knot of South. When the young troops from every Confederate colors fastened in herolddress, and, Southern State marched by in their fresh uni- almost hidden by the crowd, she was looking forms, with well-drilled battalions, there were up and down in some distress to see if she could huzzas, much applause and enthusiasm; when not again get a place from which she could see. the old soldiers came there was a tempest, wild Finally she seemed to give it up, and stood cheers choking with sobs and tears, the well- quite still, tiptoeing now and then to try to known, once-heard-never-forgotten cry of the catch a glimpse. I was about to go to help South, known in history as "the rebel yell.” her when, from a gay and crowded portico Men and women and children joined in it. It above her, a young and beautiful girl in a white began at the first sight of the regular column, dress, whom I had been observing for some swelled up the crowded streets, rose to the time as the life of a gay party, as she sat in thronged housetops,ran along them for squares, her loveliness, a queen on her throne with her and then came rolling back in volume only to courtiers around her, suddenly rose and ran rise and swell again greater than before. Men down into the street. There was a short colwept; women sobbed aloud. What was it? loquy. The young beauty was offering someOnly a thousand or two of old or aging men thing which the old lady was declining ; but it riding or tramping along through the dust of ended in the young girl leading the older wothe street, under some old flags, dirty and rag- man gently up on to her veranda and giving ged and stained. But they represented the spirit her the chair of state. She was hardly seated of the South; they represented the spirit which when the old soldiers began to pass. when honor was in question never counted the As the last mounted veterans came by, I recost; the spirit that had stood up for the South membered that I had not seen “No.4"; but as against overwhelming odds for four years, and I looked up, he was just coming along. In his until the South had crumbled and perished un- hand, with staff resting on his toe, he carried der the forces of war; the spirit that is the an old standard so torn and tattered and stained strongest guaranty to us to-day that the Union that it was scarce recognizable as a flag. I did is and is to be; the spirit that, glorious in vic- not for a moment take in that it was he, for tory, had displayed a fortitude yet greater in he was not in the gray jacket that I had exdefeat. Devoted to the Union, filled with en- pected to see. He was busy looking down at thusiasm for her, they saw in every stain on the throng on the sidewalk, evidently searching those tattered standards the blood of their no- for some one whom he expected to find there. blest, bravest, and best; in every rent a proof He was in some perplexity, and pulled in his of their glorious courage and sacrifice. They horse, which began to prance. Suddenly the saw in those gray and careworn faces, in those applause from the portico above arrested his old clothes interspersed now and then with a attention, and he looked toward it and bowed. faded gray uniform, the men who in the ardor As he did so his eye caught that of the old lady of their youth had, for the South, faced death seated there. His face lighted up, and, wheeling undaunted on a hundred fields, and had never his prancing horse half around, he dipped the even thought it great; men who had looked im- tattered standard, and gave the royal salute as mortality in the eyes, yet had been thrown down though saluting a queen. The old lady pressed and trampled underfoot, and who were greater her wrinkled hand over the knot of faded ribin their overthrow than when glory poured her bon on her breast, and made a gesture to him, light upon their upturned faces. Not one of and he rode on. He had suddenly grown handthem all but was self-sustaining, sustained by some. I looked at her again; her eyes were the South, or had ever even for one moment closed, her hands were clasped, and her lips thought in his direst extremity that he would were moving. I saw the likeness; she was his have what was undone.
mother. As he passed me I caught his eye. He The crowd was immense; the people on saw my perplexity about the jacket, glanced up the fashionable street up which the procession at the torn colors, and pointed to a figure just passed were fortunate; they had the advantage beyond him dressed in a short faded jacket. of their yards and porticos, and they threw them “ No. 4" had been selected, as the highest open to the public. Still the throng on the side- honor, to carry the old colors which he had
once saved; and not to bear off all the honors wrists and around his body. He tried to pull from his friend, he had with true comradeship them from around him. At last, toward mornmade Binford Terrell wear his cherished jacket. ing, came one of these fearful spells worse He made a brave figure as he rode away, and than any that had gone before. It passed, my cheer died on my lips as I thought of the and he suddenly seemed to collapse. He sank, sad old mother in her faded knot, and of the and the stimulant administered failed to revive dashing young soldier who had saved the colors him. in that unnamed fight.
“ He is going," said the doctor, quietly, After that we got him a place, and he did across the bed. Whether his dull ear caught well for several months. He seemed to be the word or not, I cannot say; but he sudcured. New life and strength appeared to denly roused up, tossed one arm, and said: come back to him. But his mother died, and “Binford, take the horses. I'm going to old one night shortly afterward he disappeared, Joe," and sank back. and remained lost for several days. When we “He's gone," said the doctor, opening his found him he had been brought to jail, and shirt and placing his ear over his heart. As I was sent for to see about him. He was worse he rose up I saw two curious scars on No. than I had ever known him. He was half- 4's” emaciated breast. They looked almost like naked and little better than a madman. I went small crosses, about the size of the decorations to a doctor about him, an old army surgeon, the European veterans wear. The old doctor who saw him, and shook his head.“ Mania bent over and examined them. a potu. Very bad; only a question of time,” “Hello! Bayonet-wounds," he said briefly. he said. This was true. “No.4” was beyond A little later I went out to get a breath of hope. Body and brain were both gone. It got fresh morning air to quiet my nerves, which to be only a question of days, if not of hours. were somewhat unstrung. As I passed by a Some of his other friends and I determined little second-hand clothing-store of the meanthat he should not die in jail; so we took est kind, in a poor, back street, I saw hanging him out and carried him to a cool, pleasant up outside an old gray jacket. I stopped to room looking out on an old garden with trees examine it. It was stained behind with mud, in it. There in the dreadful terror of raving and in front with a darker color. An old patch delinum he passed that night. I with several hid a part of the front; but a close examiothers sat up with him. I could not have stood nation showed two holes over the breast. It many more like it. All night long he raved was “No.4's ” lost jacket. I asked the shopand tore. His oaths were blood-curdling. He man about it. He had bought it, he said, of covered every past section of his life. His a pawnbroker who had got it from some drunarmy life was mainly in his mind. He fought the kard, who had probably stolen it last year from whole war over. Sometimes he prayed fervently; some old soldier. He readily sold it, and I prayed against his infirmity ; prayed that his took it back with me; and the others being chains might be broken. Then he would grow gone, an old woman and I cut the patch off calm for a while. One thing recurred con- it and put “No. 4's" stiffening arms into the stantly: he had sold his honor, betrayed his sleeves. Word was sent to us during the day to cause. This was the order again and again, and say that the city would bury him in the poorEach time the paroxysm of frightful fury came house grounds. But we told them that aron, and it took all of us to hold him. He was rangements had been made; that he would covered with snakes: they were chains on his have a soldier's burial. And he had it.
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“And I from a dog,” said Clayborne. “And over his left eye, and this was one of his usual
attacks of neuralgic headaches. He has seen “I do not know," he returned. “I cannot this phantom twice since. It was merely the imagine anything which would make me visi- substitution of a figure of a cloaked man bly show fear. I think I am more afraid of for the lines of zigzag light which usually prewhat Anne would think of me than of any cede his headaches, and are not very rare. earthly object of dread. I can conceive as pos- One man sees stars falling, one a catharinesible what North mentioned. We must have wheel; but the appearance of distinct husomewhere a nerve-organ or -organs which feel man or other forms in their place is a recent what we call fear. Now, to have these so dis- observation. I have known a woman to see eased as to originate a sensation of causeless, her dead sister, until, after many returns of overwhelming terror, uncontrollable by will, the phantom, she ceased to be impressed must be of possible human torture the worst. by it." And you have seen it?”
“How disappointing!” exclaimed Mrs. Vin“Yes. A man says, “I am afraid.' You say, cent. *Of what?' He cannot tell you. 'Of nothing.
“ And do
think these facts," said VinI am afraid.'"
cent, “ explain some ghost-tales ? " “Two things I fear,” cried St. Clair, who had “ Yes, some. I have seen cases where the come in silently behind us –-“ pain and a headache did not follow the catharine-wheel,
or the lines of light, or the specter, or was very “So glad to see you,” cried Mrs. Vincent. trifling. And in some of these the ghost was “Sit down. We are discussing fear, cowardice, duly honored as a true article until subsequent courage."
and violent neuralgias explained it as a rare “ Pain I fear most," he said, “yet hardly symptom of a common disorder." know it. And a ghost! Well, I know that. “Is the disease itself understood ?" said I have seen one.”
Clayborne. “What? When? Where?” they cried. “No disease is understood. We trace back “Ask North," he replied.
the threads a little way, and find a tangle none it is true; but first, before I come in can unravel.” with skeptical comments, let us hear your story. “ Then the disease is as bad as a ghost -a You are the only one here who has seen a real ghost," cried Mrs. Vincent.
“ I disbelieve in ghosts, and do not try at spir“ I was in my studio six months ago at dusk. itual explanations. The material for study of I was thinking, as I stood, of how well my nature is with us always. We cannot experistatue of Saul looked, the light being dim, as ment on ghosts. I know of at least but one hint it would have been in his tent. I remembered in that direction." then having seen the statues of the Louvre on “ And that?” said Clayborne. a moonlight night, when, with the curator, I “Well, if the ghost be a real thing outside lingered along the hall of the great Venus. of us, you will on theory double it if with a Some of the fine lines of Sill's poem came back finger you press one eye out of line, thus, and to me, and, turning, I moved toward the front will then be able to say, like the mousquetaire room to get the book. At that moment I be- in the ‘Ingoldsby Legends,' 'Mon Dieu! V'la came aware of a black figure on my left side. deux.'” It was literally shrouded from head to foot; “ Which shows,” said Mrs. Vincent, gaily, even the face and the extremities were hidden. “how easily one may become the cause of duAt first I was surprised, and then by degrees plicity in others. It is a lesson in morals." a deadly fear possessed me. I was motionless, “ Imagine Hamlet squinting at his papa!” and it did not stir. I turned to face it, but, as said St. Clair. “I tried it on my ghost, but it I did so, it moved so as to keep relatively to failed. North says he was only a monocularly me the same position. The whole act, if I may projected phantom.” call it that, lasted, I should say, a minute. “That sounds reasonably explanatory," Then an agitation seized the form, as if it were growled Clayborne, grimly. convulsed under its black cloak, and a faint " But what does your phrase really mean?” glow, like phosphorescence, ran along the lines asked Mrs. Vincent of me. of the drapery, and it was gone."
“ It means that the phantom is present only When he finished there was a moment of to one eye in these cases. To be able to dousilence. Then Mrs. Vincent exclaimed, “Was ble it, it must be seen by both eyes and be that all ?”
really external. If it be only in the brain, “A ghost in daytime,” said Clayborne. “And and due to brain disorder, we should not be the comment, North.”
able to squint it into doubleness.” “As he lost it,” said I,“ he felt a violent pain “But," said Vincent," it ought, in the latter
case, to be present also when the eyes are shut. has been the prey of collectors of such marvels. How is that?"
Psychical societies write to him; anxious be“I am not sure as to that, for I have been lievers and disbelievers in the supernatural astold by one person that her waking visions were sail him with letters. He has written some fifty seen with either eye, and with both, and that to lay this ghost. How could he predict a day they could not be doubled by squinting, and when he would be taken seriously?” were lost when the eyes were closed.”
“I am very sleepy," said Mrs. Vincent," and “ And how do you explain that ?"
it is near to twelve. You have not had the “ I do not yet. The patient was a remark- smoke you are all hungering after.” ably intelligent woman, but hysterical, and the Clearly the character doctor must wait,” very suspicion of this puts one on guard, because said I. these people delight to be considered peculiar, “ That may,” she replied; “ but not one of and their testimony must always be carefully you can have a cigar until I hear a real ghoststudied, and tested by that of others."
story.” “ Tell us what she saw,” said Mrs. Vincent. Well," I said, “come close to me, all of
" It is interesting, but I must cut it short. you, and I will ransom the party.” At eleven daily a gigantic black man entered “Oh, this is too delightful!" exclaimed Mrs. the room with a huge bass viol, set it in a cor- Vincent. ner, and went out. Presently a second brought “It is serious, Clayborne," I said; "you in an open coffin in which lay the patient her- might take notes.” self. A little later a host of tiny men, all in red “Preposterous !” he cried. “Might I not medieval dresses, swarmed out of the cracks have even a cigarette at the window ? ” of the viol, ran to the coffin, planted ladders “Not a whiff,” said she; “ I have heard that against it, sat in hordes on its upper edges, smoke acts on ghosts most injuriously.” and, lowering on the outside tiny buckets, “A ghost-smudge!" cried Vincent. “That brought them up full of tinted sand. This they is good.” threw into the coffin until it reached the face “Suppose we get through with this thing," of the figure within. At this moment the pa- groaned the historian. tient began to breathe with difficulty, and then “ It is brief,” I returned. of a sudden the pygmies emptied the coffin as “ One morning, last autumn, I found on my quickly as they had filled it, and scuttled away breakfast-table a card, 'Alexander Gavin Macinto the viol, while the two blacks returned Allister, M. D., Edinburgh.' I know the man and took it away with the coffin.”
well. An able, sturdy Scot, given to usquebaugh. “What an extraordinary story!" said St. Clair. He had a large practice among the mechanic “Can you explain it all?"
classes, and frequently consulted me. If a friend * Yes, in a measure; but it is hardly worth desired to annoy him, he had but to address while. And as for ghosts, the honest old-fash- him as Gavin. Gawin I was creesened, and ioned ghosts, does any one believe in them?” that 's my name.' He would have fought on * I do," said our hostess.
this, or for the honor of Scotland, or any man " And I do not,” returned Clayborne. who thought Burns a lesser poet than Shak
“ But do you believe anything?” cried St. spere. My servant said he had been waiting Clair.
two hours. I said, “Show him in.' - Yes," said Clayborne;" I believe there was “Ah, MacAllister,' I said, sit down. I a past, is a present, will be a future. And as to did not want you to wait. Talk away while the rest
I eat my breakfast; or, will you have some?' * Granted the past. As to the future,” said “Nae bite, sir,' and after I had sent the St. Clair, "you cannot prove that it will be. servant away, 'I 'm in vara deep waters. I But there is no present, because that implies hae killed a mon last night, and I hae done rest of a moving world, swinging round with it of knowleedge.' a moving solar system. It is a mere word.” “I looked at him curiously. Eyes, hair, beard,
** What! what! what!” cried Clayborne, sud- skin, were all of various tints of red. All burned denly contemplative.
a burning flame together.' Also he was wet with " And, after all,” said Mrs. Vincent, “we the sweat of terror. have had no really curdling ghost-story. Only “ • Let me hear,' I said. “A little whisky ?' nineteenth-century explanations."
“Nae drap, sir. I hae a deep fear that 's " It is dangerous to tell a ghost-story now- the witch seduced me. I 'm of opeenion that adays," I returned. “A friend of mine once wheesky must hae petticoats, there 's such an told one in print out of his wicked head, just abidin' leaven of meeschief in her soceeiety. for the fun of it. It was about a little dead I maun try to tell you, but I'm nigher prayin' child who rang up a doctor one night, and took than talkin'. Ghosts and warlocks are nae him to see her dying mother. Since then he quietin' company.'