reflections which the fact of it awoke in me. There are other
reflections connected with Yva and the
marvel of her love and its
various manifestations which arise also. But these I keep to
myself. They concern the wonder of woman's heart, which is a
microcosm of the hopes and fears and desires and despairs of this
humanity of ours
whereof from age to age she is the mother.
HUMPHREY ARBUTHNOT.
NOTE
By J. R. Bickley, M.R.C.S.
WITHIN about six months of the date on which he wrote the last
words of this history of our joint adventures, my dear friend,
Humphrey Arbuthnot, died suddenly, as I had
foreseen that
probably he would do, from the results of the
injury he received
in the island of Orofena.
He left me the sole
executor to his will, under which he
divided his property into three parts. One third he bequeathed to
me, one third (which is
strictly tied up) to Bastin, and one
third to be
devoted, under my direction, to the
advancement of
Science.
His end appears to have been instantaneous, resulting from an
effusion of blood upon the brain. When I was summoned I found him
lying dead by the
writing desk in his library at Fulcombe Priory.
He had been
writing at the desk, for on it was a piece of paper
on which appear these words: "I have seen her. I--" There the
writing ends, not stating whom he thought he had seen in the
moments of
mentaldisturbance or
delusion which preceded his
decease.
Save for certain
verbal corrections, I publish this manuscript
without
comment as the will directs, only adding that it sets out
our
mutual experiences very
faithfully, though Arbuthnot's
deductions from them are not always my own.
I would say also that I am contemplating another visit to the
South Sea Islands, where I wish to make some further
investigations. I dare say, however, that these will be
barren of
results, as the
fountain of Life-water is buried for ever, nor,
as I think, will any human being stand again in the Hades-like
halls of Nyo. It is
probable also that it would prove impossible
to rediscover the island of Orofena, if indeed that
volcanic land
still remains above the waters of the deep.
Now that he is a very
wealthy man, Bastin talks of accompanying
me for purposes quite different from my own, but on the whole I
hope he will
abandon this idea. I may add that when he
learned of
his
unexpectedinheritance he talked much of the "deceitfulness
of riches," but that he has not as yet taken any steps to escape
their golden snare. Indeed he now converses of his added
"opportunities of usefulness," I gather in
connection with
missionary enterprise.
J. R. BICKLEY.
P.S.--I forgot to state that the spaniel Tommy died within
three days of his owner. The poor little beast was present in the
room at the time of Arbuthnot's passing away, and when found
seemed to be
suffering from shock. From that moment Tommy refused
food and finally was discovered quite dead and lying by the body
on Marama's
feather cloak, which Arbuthnot often used as a
dressing-gown. As Bastin raised some religious objections, I
arranged without his knowledge that the dog's ashes should rest
not far from those of the master and
mistress whom it loved so
well.
J.R.B.
End