course, that I thought out my thoughts to the exact point here
set down. In those
fortunate days of old one was free from the
hard necessity of transmuting the vague idea into the
mechanical inadequate
medium of words. But the feeling was
there, that I might not possess the qualities of
character for so
delicate a position.
The
unnatural halo round Edward got more
pronounced, his own
demeanour more
responsible and
dignified, with the
arrival of his
new clothes. When his trunk and play-box were sent in, the
approaching cleavage between our brother, who now belonged to the
future, and ourselves, still claimed by the past, was accentuated
indeed. His name was painted on each of them, in large letters,
and after their
arrival their owner used to disappear
mysteriously, and be found
eventually wandering round his
luggage, murmuring to himself, "Edward----, in a rapt, remote
sort of way. It was a
weakness, of course, and
pointed to a soft
spot in his
character; but those who can remember the sensation
of first
seeing their names in print will not think hardly of
him.
As the short days sped by and the grim event cast its shadow
longer and longer across our
threshold, an
unnatural politeness,
a
civilityscarce canny, began to
pervade the air. In those
latter hours Edward himself was frequently heard to say "Please,
and also "Would you mind fetchin' that ball?" while Harold
and I would sometimes
actually find ourselves
trying to
anticipate his wishes. As for the girls, they simply grovelled.
The Olympians, too, in their
uncouth way, by gift of carnal
delicacies and such-like
indulgence, seemed
anxious to
demonstrate that they had
hitherto misjudged this one of us.
Altogether the situation grew strained and false, and I think a
general
relief was felt when the end came.
We all trooped down to the station, of course; it is only in
later years that the farce of "
seeing people off" is seen in its
true colours. Edward was the life and soul of the party; and if
his
gaiety struck one at times as being a
trifle overdone, it was
not a moment to be
critical. As we tramped along, I promised him
I would ask Farmer Larkin not to kill any more pigs till he came
back for the holidays, and he said he would send me a proper
catapult,--the real lethal article, not a kid's
plaything. Then
suddenly, when we were about
half-way down, one of the girls fell
a-snivelling.
The happy few who dare to laugh at the woes of sea-sickness will
perhaps remember how, on occasion, the sudden
collapse of a
fellow-voyager before their very eyes has caused them
hastily to
revise their self-confidence and
resolve to walk more
humbly for the future. Even so it was with Edward, who turned
his head aside, feigning an interest in the
landscape. It was
but for a moment; then he recollected the hat he was wearing,--a
hard bowler, the first of that sort he had ever owned. He took
it off, examined it, and felt it over. Something about it seemed
to give him strength, and he was a man once more.
At the station, Edward's first care was to
dispose his boxes on
the
platform so that every one might see the labels and the
lettering thereon. One did not go to school for the first time
every day! Then he read both sides of his ticket carefully;
shifted it to every one of his pockets in turn; and finally fell
to chinking of his money, to keep his courage up. We were all
dry of conversation by this time, and could only stand round and
stare in silence at the
victim decked for the altar. And, as I
looked at Edward, in new clothes of a manly cut, with a hard hat
upon his head, a railway ticket in one pocket and money of his
own in the other,--money to spend as he liked and no
questions asked!--I began to feel dimly how great was the gulf
already yawning betwixt us. Fortunately I was not old enough to
realise, further, that here on this little
platform the old order
lay at its last gasp, and that Edward might come back to us, but
it would not be the Edward of yore, nor could things ever be the
same again.
When the train steamed up at last, we all boarded it impetuously
with the view of selecting the one
peerlesscarriage to which
Edward might be intrusted with the greatest comfort and honour;
and as each one found the ideal
compartment at the same moment,
and vociferously maintained its merits, he stood some chance for
a time of being left behind. A
porter settled the matter by
heaving him through the nearest door; and as the train moved off,
Edward's head was
thrust out of the window, wearing on it an
unmistakable first-quality grin that he had been saving up
somewhere for the
supreme moment. Very small and white his face
looked, on the long side of the retreating train. But the grin
was
visible, undeniable, stoutly maintained; till a curve swept
him from our sight, and he was borne away in the dying
rumble, out of our
placid backwater, out into the busy world of
rubs and knocks and
competition, out into the New Life.
When a crab has lost a leg, his gait is still more
awkward than
his wont, till Time and healing Nature make him totus teres
atque rotundus once more. We straggled back from the station
disjointedly; Harold, who was very silent, sticking close to me,
his last
slender props while the girls in front, their heads
together, were already
reckoning up the weeks to the holidays.
Home at last, Harold suggested one or two occupations of a spicy
and contraband flavour, but though we did our manful best there
was no knocking any interest out of them. Then I suggested
others, with the same want of success. Finally we found
ourselves sitting silent on an upturned wheelbarrow, our chins on
our fists, staring haggardly into the raw new conditions of our
changed life, the ruins of a past behind our backs.
And all the while Selina and Charlotte were busy stuffing
Edward's rabbits with unwonted
forage, bilious and green;
polishing up the cage of his mice till the occupants raved and
swore like householders in spring-time; and collecting
materials for new bows and arrows, whips, boats, guns, and four-
in-hand
harness, against the return of Ulysses. Little did they
dream that the hero, once back from Troy and all its onsets,
would scornfully
condemn their
clumsy but
laborious armoury as
rot and humbug and only fit for kids! This, with many another
like
awakening, was mercifully
hidden from them. Could the veil
have been lifted, and the girls permitted to see Edward as he
would appear a short three months hence,
ragged of
attire and
lawless of tongue, a scorner of
tradition and an adept in strange
new
physical tortures, one who would in the same half-hour
dismember a doll and
shatter a
hallowed belief,--in fine, a sort
of swaggering Captain, fresh from the Spanish Main,--could they
have had the least hint of this, well, then perhaps--. But which
of us is of
mental fibre to stand the test of a
glimpse into
futurity? Let us only hope that, even with certain
disillusionment ahead, the girls would have acted
precisely as
they did.
And perhaps we have reason to be very
grateful that, both as
children and long afterwards, we are never allowed to guess how
the absorbing
pursuit of the moment will appear, not only to
others, but to ourselves, a very short time hence. So we pass,
with a gusto and a heartiness that to an onlooker would seem
almost
pathetic, from one droll
devotion to another misshapen
passion; and who shall care to play Rhadamanthus, to
appraise the
record, and to decide how much of it is solid
achievement, and
how much the merest child's play?
End