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Christian gaiters and canonical outdoor Colonel Fyles had the English faculty, head-gear, “times have changed since you which Americans well might cultivate, of and I were boys." The canon was think- being unembarrassed by his own silence, ing of religion, as he often did.

He stood seeking the reply which might “Yes," said Topham, thinking of the go down to history as a true, restrained, army. “It 's a great pity-a great pity. and accurate expression of an officer, a It 's these confounded foreigners."

gentleman, and a public-school man in a “I 'm afraid it is, Fyles,” the canon re- painful dilemma. At last his answer plied, thinking of the English estates bought up by flying monasteries since the “Yes, dear," he said. And he went up end of the French Concordat.

So they

and looked out of the attic window, parted in full agreement. Major Top

Major Top- through the curtain, at Topham galloping ham, of course, had answered to the name home in their riding-boots. Fyles heard of Fyles in order to avoiding explaining in her speak to Topham. the presence of a canon's wife.

“You are early, dear,” she said. Fyles But there was something on the mind saw the major look at her and guess that of Alice. For all institutions have human she under some stress which called imperfections, and it is not yet possible for for some right answer. “Yes, dear," he British form, tradition, and education, presently said. He went up-stairs to put which are three words for the same thing, on their afternoon suit. to produce two men so precisely alike that But even in the best society there is a the fine intuition of a gentlewoman can- limit to human endurance, and this limit not detect a difference. All that night came to Colonel Fyles at three minutes to Alice wondered, when she was not asleep, ten that evening when, not having eaten whether the servants had discovered any- for fourteen hours, he descended from the thing and whether she would be com- attic to Topham's room, put on their pelled to get in an entire new lot.

spare evening clothes, and marched down Now, although the colonel had broken another flight to the drawing-room. If his habit by going to town on Wednesday Major Topham's color had been a trifle instead of Thursday, which was extremely heightened by his resumption of morning distasteful, his habit of going the round of rides, Colonel Fyles's color had declined his tenants on Friday morning and of giv- enough to match it. Fyles's face was not ing them the best military advice on agri- exactly white: it was the shade of a shirt culture, he could not break, or perhaps that had been washed in London. This is would not, from his sense of duty. He where my story really begins; and you automatically took the train down into may be sure, as you see Colonel Fyles Sussex early Friday morning, and against steadily marching down the broad stairall that might happen to shock Alice and case, that the end is approaching. astound the servants, he walked straight Observe him more closely for a moment to Glaston Angle. He was rather sur- - his immobile countenance; his excellent, prised at himself; but no one seemed sur- square jaw and unobtrusive cranium; his prised to see him. Alice was in the hair, with its look of retirement on halfgarden. She had on a tweed skirt which

pay; his erect carriage, which spoke of a reached to various distances from the man of fifty-five in a physical condition ground, and she was busy with a trowel, you won't be able to match at forty unless undoing what the gardener had done the you change your mode of life. If you are day before. Fyles walked over to the an average quick-luncher, he could have stable. His cob was gone. Topham was punched your head-punched it, without off visiting the tenantry. At any moment losing his wind or his temper, to a nicety he might return, or the stable-boy, seeing suiting whatever mockery with which you Fyles, might come and dumbly wonder might have treated this solemn occasion. where the cob was. Fyles caught Alice And, after all, without reference to any glancing at him. Her eyes fell, and he

Her eyes fell, and he particular head, perhaps that is the thing believed her color rose.

most worth being able to do in all the "You are early, dear,” she said to the world at fifty-five. So Major Topham worm she had just bisected with her could have. And if you are still disintrowel.

clined to view Colonel Fyles seriously, which I hope is not the case, and if you down near it, as if on guard until the are an average American, then let me tell scene was over through which she knew you that in all his life he had accepted less she had to pass. They watched her with insolence, less personal indignity, and less such intentness that -- please read carecivic wrong than you put up with in a fully—they forgot to note which of the week of crowded travel in your daily chairs they then chose for themselves. One trolley-car. So had Major Topham. of them took the Hepplewhite occasional

When you have recovered from this, do chair, and one of them took the Chippennot imagine that Colonel Fyles paused an dale occasional chair, and both seated instant at the threshold, where the salmon themselves to show how well in control Turkish rug stretched to receive his foot- their emotions were.

But which was fall. He strode to the middle of it. Alice which -- which of them took the Heppleand the major were bent over their chess- white and which the Chippendale I do not board. The butler was in the act of set- know. For convenience I attach some of ting down a tray of whisky and soda-water the subsequent speeches to Fyles and others close at hand. The butler let down the to Topham, but I cannot vouch for which tray with a jingle that gave the true note was actually the speech of either one. of sound to the note of astonishment that After an appropriate silence, during which tore his long-trained face. Alice rose to I wish to say that Alice had slightly proher feet. Major Topham of course must tuberant teeth, her nurse having neglected when a lady did. There was a pause of to keep Alice's mouth closed when not five heart-beats.

engaged in its proper offices—and that Then the butler's face swallowed the Alice's feet were capable of supporting her gleam of his intelligence, and he retired without discomfort on a plowed fieldwithout breaking anything and in the most after a silence which would have caused faultless form. There was

a longer any three underbred people to burst to silence until the three heard the door close atoms, Fyles said that which he had come that led from the dining-room across the down-stairs to say. He looked at Major wide hall to the pantry beyond. Her hus- Topham, who looked back at him as if bands turned to their wife. She gasped Fyles was looking in a mirror, and then what any well-bred woman would. Fyles turned his gaze steadily upon Alice,

“Before the servants !” she said, accus- whose face showed unmistakable suffering ing Fyles. She turned away to hide her now, as if she could not forget the butler. feelings from the men and thus to throw And Fyles came out with it: them into confusion.

“There are more than two of us in this Here followed a silence so long that I room!" could give you the impression of it only by I think it was Fyles who said this, beseveral paragraphs of irrelevant matter. cause it sounds so much like Topham. If you like, picture Major Topham mean- Anyway, it was an accusation to their while, his face betraying no emotion, his wife. It was good, blunt English, withstrong jaw and retreating brow; his iron- out irony or indirection - English such as gray hair, with its look of half-retirement; Richard Cour de Lion might have used his soldierly bearing, which spoke of a on the battle-field, or brave Anne Boleyn physical life never relinquished since the in her boudoir. Alice could make no playing-fields of Eton. And be careful to denial either as a good wife or with regard distinguish him from my portrait of Col

to fact.

And yet how fat the accusation onel Fyles, for now both their faces were fell to a woman who could wave two marquite pink.

riage-certificates, both from the EstabThen occurred something which never lished Church! But she did not grow can be cleared up. Alice suddenly went vulgarly superb. She only bowed her and flung open the drawing-room door, head to the suffering which she felt it is and her husbands for a moment wilted as a woman's duty to discover. one man- at what this might forbode for “I have suspected this,” she began to both of them. But she wished only to be quiver. She turned away from them for certain that the butler had not come back the purpose hereinbefore described. What and found something to do in the hall. brought her back was the assertion made Her husbands watched her close it and sit by her other husband.

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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.

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"And one of us," he said to her-this was Topham or else Fyles-"one of us is Topham-Topham, returned from the grave."

Trust their cruel masculine insistence to pounce upon the question she did not wish to answer, could not answer! She stayed for moments grasping the back of the chair from which she rose. Then her shuddering eyes went out in blue appeal to both of them.

"Which of you"-her voice broke"which of you is Topham?".

At once their faces shadowed with a new dismay. What had happened since just now both men for the first time had looked each other fully in the face? The man on the Hepplewhite turned to the man on the Chippendale: each saw in the other the perfect representative of his class. Each saw the man of birth, the public-school man, the soldier retired on half-pay, the pink English gentleman with half-retired hair, the product of a tradition which only the destruction of an empire can change. Each found himself staring at a Major-Colonel-TophamFyles, sitting in a Chipplewhite chair. Intensely they rose; they even gestured to the one woman in all the world they might expect to help them-their wife! "Can't you tell?" they jointly quav

ered. She stared from one to the other again and again, the words of her marriage-services ringing in her ears. With each look their hearts sank farther.

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AN EXAMPLE OF MAORI WOOD-CARVING

WOOD-CARVING IN

NEW ZEALAND

BY J. N. INGRAM

THILE making a tour over New

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the natives, and took great interest in their
beautiful carving. From time immemorial
carving has been the chief accomplishment.
of the Maoris. It is not now followed so
extensively as at an earlier period in their
history. Originally it was more the favo-
rite diversion of the tribal elders, who
were too slow for the chase or too feeble
for war expeditions. The notable activity
of the Maori temperament then found ex-
pression in the practice of this art. The
carving was done with crude tools,-flint
knives and stone axes, -and on seasoned
wood almost as hard as metal. For a long
period the enthusiasm for this type of
decoration was general.

Stone, coral, pearl, and ivory are also
patterned by the Malay imagination. In-
domitable industry, skill, and ingenuity
produce designs so symmetrical as to ap-
pear to be executed by mechanical means.
The ancient teachers of this tracery were
men of tribal circumstance, rewarded by
the chiefs and holding positions of honor
under the kings.

On North Island, New Zealand, I found the best examples of native handicraft. The doorways and windows of

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native dwellings are enriched with carv

carved figures. The streets of every village exhibit a unique array of images.

The more prominent families boast imposing collections of carved and chiseled work. Some noted Maoris have household accumulations-ancestral legacies -of carved curiosities of many decades. The best work has been given to the royal families for the decoration of their palaces, and to official buildings and sacred structures. Maori council-houses are museums of weird and grotesque woodcraft.

Special carvers have designed the wardecorations that ornament the Maori Pas. Their primitive forts are made hideous with bellicose images, and their weapons also are carved. The prows of the Maori war-boats and sides of their great canoes, hewn from giant trees, are enriched with handsome decoration.

Other of these Malay artists have traced the gods and goddesses of their mythology in wood and stone, and have covered their altars with carved symbols. Maori theology has been preached in rocks and trees by statues of their deities of war, peace, wind, rain, land, sea, day, and night.

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