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noy, waking up at length to a full The Daily Telegraph '"; and he glow of interest. " That's why I began to read it. don't want to go and stare at pio- “Oh,” said Kow, "we all read tures. In the spring, to soe the that this morning.' fresh, virginal, delicious green of “Dr Embro," said Courtney, a bush against an old dry brick again looking idly out of window, vall, gives a koenor pleasure than “ is like a French journal : full of the best picture that over was the news of the day before yesterpainted."

day.” “I thought," said Kow, "you

“ Have you read it yourself, had a taste for Art; I thought you Julius ?” asked Embro, amid the enjoyed it.”

laughter of his neighbours. “ So I do, my dear fellow, but No,” said Julius, carelessly ; not now, -not at this partioular “and if it's a hospital case I don't present. When I fool the warm want to read it." sun on my back and breathe the “What !” said Embro, with heavy soft air, I want no moro; they are irony. “ You say that? You, & more than Art can give-they are pupil of the great Dubois and the Nature, and, of courso, it goes with greater Charbon! But here comes out saying that Art can never com- a greater than Charbon-the celepete with Nature in creating human brated Dr Lofevre himself. Come pleasure. I mean no disparage- now, Lefevre, you tell us what mont of your work, Kow, or any you think of this Paris hospital artist's work; but I can't endure

case." Art excopt in winter, when every- “Presently, Embro," said Lothing (almost) must be artificial fevre, who had just perceived his to bo endurable. A winter may friend Courtney. “Ha, Julius 1" como in one's life—I wonder if it said he, crossing to him and taking will I – when one would rather his hand, "you're looking uncomlook at the picture of a woman monly well.” than at the woman herself. Mean- “ Yes,” said Julius, “I am timo I no more need pictures than vell.” I neod fires ; I warm both hands “And where have you been all and heart at the fire of life." this while ?" asked the doctor.

“Ab!” said Kow, with a wistful “Oh,” said Julius, turning his lack of comprehension.

gaze again out of window, "I have “ That's why I beliove,” said beon rambling everywhere, beCourtney with sudden turn of tween Dan and Beersheba." reflection, “thore is in

“And all is vanity, eh?” said countries no Art of our small the doctor. domestio kind."

“Well,” said Julius, looking at “ Just so," said Kow; while him, “that depends Dingley Dell, the Art critic, made much depends. But can there be a note of Courtney's words. any question of vanity or vexa

“ Look hero !” exolaimed Dr tion in this sweet glorious sun. Embro, an old scientifio man of shino ?” and he stretched out his Scottish extraction, who, in im- bands a3 if he burgeonod forth patience with such transcendental to welcome it. talk, had taken up.The St James's "Perhaps not,” said Lefevre ; Gazette.' “What do you make of come and sit down and let us this queer case at the Hotel-Dieu talk." in Paris? I see it's taken from They wore rotiring from the

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window when Embro's voice again wished. The police have made insounded at Lefevre's elbow- quiries, but after such a lapse of time “ Come now, Lefevre; what's the it is not surprising that no trace of meaning of that Paris case ?”

him can be found. “ What Paris case ?”

“Well?" asked Embro, when Embro answered by handing Lefevre had raised his eyes from him the paper. He took it and the paper. “What do you think read as follows:

of it?" “About a month ago a strange can't say more, since I know noth

“Curious,” said Lefevre. "I case of complete mental collapse was received into the Hotel-Dieu. A fresh ing of it but this. healthy girl, of the working class, read it, Julius?” about twenty years of age, and com "No," said Julius; "I hate what fortably dressed, presented herself at people call news; and when I take a police-station near the Odeon and asked for shelter. As she did not

up a paper, it's only to look at

the Weather Forecasts." Lefevre appear to be in full possession of her mental

faculties, she was sent to the handed him the paper, which he Hôtel-Dieu, where she remained in took with an unconcealed look of a semi - comatose condition. Her repulsion. “If it's some case of memory did not go farther back than disease,” said he, “it will make the hour of her application at the police-station. She was entirely "Oh no," said Lefevre; "it's ignorant of her previous history, and had even forgotten her name. The

not painful, but it's curious ; minds of the medical staff of the and so Julius set himself to read Hôtel-Dieu were very much exercised it. with her condition ; but it was not till “But come," said Embro, posing about a week ago that they succeeded the question with his forefinger; in restoring to any extent her mental

“ do you believe that

that story, consciousness and her memory. She

Lefevre 9then remembered the events immediately preceding her application to

“Though it's French, and from the police. It had come on to rain, the Telegraph,'" said Lefevre, “I she said, and she was hurrying along see no reason to disbelieve it." to escape from it, when a gentleman Come,” said Embro, in a cloak came to her side and you're shirking the question.” politely offered to give her the shelter

I confess," said Lefevre, “I've of his umbrella. She accepted ; the

no desire to discuss it. You think gentleman seemed old and ill. He asked her to take his arm. She did

me prejudiced in favour of any. so, and very soon she felt as if her thing of the kind ; perhaps I think strength had gone from her; a cold you prejudiced against it: where, shiver crept over her; she trembled then, is the good of discussion ?” and tottered; but with all that she

• Well, now," said the unabashed did not find her sensations disagree- Embro, "I'll tell you what I think. able exactly or alarming ; so little so, indeed, that she never thought of let

Here's a story”-Julius at that ting go the gentleman's arm. Her

instant handed back the paper to head buzzed, and a kind of darkness him—"of a healthy young came over her. Then all seemed to mesmerised, hypnotised, or clear, and she found herself alone nambulised, or whatever you like near the police-station, remembering to call it, in the public street, by nothing Being asked to further

some man that casually comes up describe the gentleman, she said he was tall and dark, with a pleasant to her, and her brain so affected voice and wonderful eyes, that made that her memory goes! I say it's you feel you must do whatever he inconceivable l-impossible!" And

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down as false." The others looked on with grim “Do you mean to say,” exsatisfaction at the prospect of an claimed Embro, “that you

have argument between the two repre- lived all your years, and studied sentatives of rival schools ; and it science at the Salpétrière—or what was noteworthy that, as they they call science there—and studied looked, they turned a referring and seen God knows what elso glance on Courtney, as if it were a besides, and you can't pronounco foregone conclusion that he must an opinion from all you know on a be the final arbiter. He, how case of this sort ?over, sat abstracted, with his eyes "Oh yes,” said Julius, quietly, on the floor, and with one hand “I can pronounce an opinion ; but propping his chin and the other what's the use of that? I think drumming on the arm of his chair. that case is true, but I don't know

“ I'm not a scientific man," said that it is; and therefore I can't the journalist who was not an argue about it, for argument should Art critic, “and I am not pre come from knowledge, and I havo judiced either way about this none. I have a few opinions, and story; but it seems to me, Embro, I am always ready to receive im. that you view the thing through a pressions ; but, besides some school. very ordinary fallacy, and make a boy facts that are common prodouble mistake. You confound perty, the only thing I know-I the relatively inconceivable with am certain of—is, as the absolutely impossible : this says, 'Life's a dream worth dreamstory is relatively inconceivable to ing.' you, and therefore you say it is “ You're too high-falutin for absolutely impossible.”

me, Julius," said Embro, shaking “Is there such a thing as an his head. “ But my opinion, absolute impossibility ?” murmured founded on my knowledge, is that Julius, who still sat with his chin this story is a hallucination of the in his hand, looking as if he con. young woman's noddle ! sidered the "thing" from a long “ And how much, Embro," way off as one of a multitude of laughed Julius, rising to leave the other things.

circle, “is the argument advanced “I do not believe there is,” said by your ticketing the case with the journalist; “but”

that long word ?" " Don't let us lose ourselves in “To say 'hallucination,'” quoth metaphysics," broke in Embro. Lefevre, " is a convenient way of Then, turning to Courtney, whose giving inquiry the slip.” direct intelligent gaze seemed to “My dear Embro," said Julius disconcert him, he said, “Now, —and he spoke with an emphasis, Julius, you've seen, I daresay, a and looked down on Embro with good many things we have not a bright vivacity of eye, which seen,-have you

forewarned the circle of one of his known a case like this we're talk. eloquent flashes : a smile of exing about ?”

pectant enjoyment passed round"I can't say I have,” said "hallucination is the dust - heap Julius.

and limbo of the meanly equipped “There you are !” quoth Embro, man of science to-day, just as in triumph.

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science long ago, when he came Julius paused, and bent on him upon any pathological or psycho his peculiar look, which made a logical manifestation he did not man feel he was being seen through understand, used to say, 'Witch- and through. craft / Away with it to the “I am surprised, Embro," said limbo !' To-day he says, 'Ilalluci- he, “that one can live all your ration / Away with it to the

years and not find that the illudust-heap!' It is a pity,” said he, sions of life are its best part. If with a laugh, “you ever took to you leave me the illusions, I'll give science, Embro."

you all the realities. But how “And why, may I ask ?” said can we stay babbling and quibbling Embro.

here all this delicious afternoon ? “Oh, you'd have been great as I must go out and see green things an orthodox theologian of the Kirk; and beasts. Come with me, Lothe cock-sureness of theology would fevre, to the Zoological Gardens; have suited you like your own

it will do you good.” coat. You are not at homo in “I tell you what,” said Lefevre, science, for you have no imagi- looking at the clock as they moved nation."

away; "my mother and sister will It was characteristic of the pecu- call for 'me with the carriage in liar regard in which Julius was less than half an hour: come with held that whatever he said or did us for a drive." appeared natural and pleasant, “Oh yes,” said Julius ; "that's like the innocent actions, and the a good idea." simple truthful speech of a child. “ And I,” said Lefevre, “must Not even Embro was offended with have a cup of tea in the meantime. these last words of his : the others Come and sit down, and tell, me laughed; Embro smiled, though where you have been.” with a certain sourness.

But when they had sat down, "Pooh, Julius!" said he; “what Julius was little inclined to divaare you talking about? Science is gate into an account of his travels. the examination of facts, and what His glance swept round and noted has imagination to do with that? everything; he remarked on a softe Reason, sir, is what you want !” effect of a shaft of sunshine that

“My dear Embro," said Julius, lit up the small conservatory, and " there are several kinds of facts. burnished the green of a certain There are, for instance, big facts plant; he perceived a fine black and little facts,-clean facts and Persian cat, the latest pet of the dirty facts. Imagination raises Club, and exclaimed, “What a you and gives you a high and com- beautiful, superb creature !" He prehensive view of them all; your called it, and it came, daintily

reason keeps you down in sniffed at his leg, and leaped on some noisome corner, like the man his lap, where he stroked and with the muck-rake,"

fondled it. And all the while he “Hear, hear !” cried the jour continued to discuss illusion, while nalist and the artist heartily. Lefevre poured and drank tea (tean

“ You're wrong, Julius,” said which Julius would not share : Embro,-“ quite wrong. Keep tea, he said, did not agree with your imagination for painting and him). poetry. In science it just leads “ It bothers me,” he said, “to you the devil's own dance, and fills imagino how a man like Embro you with delusiong."

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for over mumbling the bare dry for an instant showing irritation, bones of science. Such a life as “I would not give a penny-piece his might as well be passed in the for fame if all the magicians of the receiver of an air-pump."

East came crying it down the “ Still the old Julius !” said the streets! Why should I seek fame? doctor with a smile. “Still dream- What good would it do me if I ing and wandering, interested in had it?” everything, but having nothing to “ Well, well,” said Lefevre; do ! "

“let fame alone; you might be as “Nothing to do, my dear fel- unknown as you like, and do a low?” said Julius. “I've all the world of good in practice among 'world to enjoy !” and he buried the poor.” his cheek in the soft fur of the Julius looked at him, and set the cat.

cat down. A purpose in life, however," “My dear Lefevre,” said he, “I said Lefevre, "gives an extraordi- did not think you

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"To live,” said Julius, “is surely enough-nobody knows betterthe purpose of life. Any smaller, first of all, that there are already any more obvious purpose, will more men waiting to do that kind spoil life, just as it spoils Art.” of thing than can find occupation : “I believe, my boy, you are

why should I

go down among them wrong in both," said Lefevre. and try to take their work ? And Art without a purpose goes off you know, in the next place, that into all sorts of madness and ex medical philanthropy, like all other travagance, and so does life.” philanthropy, is so overdone that

“ You really think so?” said the race is fast deteriorating; we Julius, his attention fixed for an strive with so much success to instant, and looking as if he had keep the sickly and the diseased set up the point and regarded it alive, that perfect health is scarcely at a distance. “Yes; perhaps it known. Life without health can does.” But the next moment his be nothing but a weariness : why, attention seemed given to the cat; should it be reckoned a praise he fondled it, and talked to it worthy thing to keep it going at soothingly.

any price? If life became a burden 'I am sure of it,” said Lefevre. to me, I should lay it down.” “ Just listen to me, Julius. You “But,” said Lefevre, earnestly, have wonderful intelligence and "your life surely is not your own penetration in everything. You to do with it what

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like !" are fond of science; science needs “ In the name of truth, Lefevre," men 'like you more than the dull answered Julius, “if my life is not plodders that usually take to it. my own, what is? I get its eleWhen you were in Oharbon's class ments from others, but I fashion it you were his favourite and his best myself, just as much as the sculptor pupil—don't I remember ?-and if shapes his statue, or the poet turns you liked you

could be the greatest his poem. You don't deny to the physician of the age.”

sculptor the right to smash his “It is treason to yourself to say statue if it does not please him, nor such a thing."

to the poet the right to burn his “ Your fame would soon eclipse manuscript; — why should you mine."

deny me the right to dispose of my “Fame! fame!"exclaimed Julius, life? I know-I know," said he,

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