Название: The Undiscovered Country
Автор: William Dean Howells
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9783849657345
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" Oh, I wish we could go away! Oh, I wish we could go home t" moaned the girl, when the doctor's furious tirade had ended.
"Egeria!"
"Yes, father," said the girl, desperately; " I hate this wandering life; I'm afraid of these strange people, with their talk and their tricks and their dupes, and your part with them."
"Egeria! This to your father? Do you join that scoundrel in his insult to me? Do you wish to add a crueler sting to the pain I have suffered,—you who know how unselfish my motives are? Do you deny the power—the strange power—which you have yourself repeatedly exercised, and which you have not been able to analyze!"
"No, no, father," said the girl fondly, rising from where she lay, and going quickly to the chair into which her father had sunk, "I don't deny it, and I don't doubt you.
How could I doubt you?" She sat down upon his knee, and drew his head against her breast. " But let's go away! Let us go back to the country, and think it all over again, and try to see more clearly what it is, and—and—pray about it!" She had dropped to her knees upon the floor, and held his hands beseechingly between her own. "Why shouldn't we go home?"
"Home! home!" repeated her father.
"We have no home, Egeria! We might go back to that hole where I have stifled all my life; but we should starve there. My practice had dwindled to nothing before we left; you know that. Their miserable bigotry could not tolerate my opinions. No, Egeria, we must make the world our home hereafter. We must be content to associate our names with the establishment of—of a supreme principle, and find our consolation where all the benefactors of mankind have found it,—in the grave." Boynton paused, as if he had too deeply wrought upon his own sensibilities; but he resumed with fresh animation: "But why look upon the dark side of things, Egeria? Surely you are better with me here than in that old house, where they would have taught you to distrust and despise me? You cannot regret having decided in my favor between your grandfather and me? If you do "—
"Oh no, father! Never! You are all the world to me; I know how good you are, and I shall never doubt your truth, whatever happens. But go—let us go away from here —from this town, where we've had nothing but trouble, where I'm sure there's some great trouble coming to us yet."
"Do you think so, Egeria?" asked her father with interest. "What makes you think so? What is the character, the purport of your prescience?"
"It's no prescience! It's nothing. It's only fear. Everything goes from me."
"That is very curious!" mused Boynton. "Could it be something in the local electric conditions?"
"Oh, father, father!" moaned the girl in despair.
"Well, well, my child! What is it then?"
"You have quarreled with this—this Mr. Ford?"
"Yes, Egeria; I told you."
"And he has threatened you, if you stayed —threatened to do something—I don't know —against us?"
"I suppose he means to vilify me in the public prints."
"Oh, then, don't provoke him, father,— don't provoke him. Let us go away."
"Why, Egeria, are you afraid for your father?"
"I'm afraid for myself," answered the girl, cowering nearer to her father. "He will come to see us, and I shall fail, and he will ruin you!"
"Egeria," said Dr. Boynton, "this is very interesting. I remember that on the day he came here—the day of the seance—you seemed to be similarly affected by his sphere, his presence. Can you analyze your feeling sufficiently, my child, to tell me why he should affect you in this way!"
"No," said Egeria.
"Do you remember any one else who has affected you as he has?"
"No, no one else."
"Very curious!" mused Dr. Boynton, with a pleased air of scientific inquiry. "Very curious indeed! It opens up a wholly new field of investigation. All these things seem to proceed by a sort of indirection. We may be further from the result we were seeking than I supposed; but we may be upon the point of determining the nature of the chief obstacle in our way, and therefore—therefore— Um! Very strange, very strange!
Egeria, I have felt myself, ever since we came to Boston, something singularly antagonistic in the conditions."
"Oh, then, you'll go away, won't you, father,—you'll go away at once?" pleaded the girl.
"I am not sure," answered Dr. Boynton, in the same musing tone as before, "what our duty is in the premises. Suppose, Egeria," he continued with spirit,—" suppose that this antagonistic influence were confined to a single person in a population of two hundred and fifty thousand souls; would it not be a striking proof of the vastness of the resistance already overcome by spiritistic science, and at the same time an—a—a— indication of responsibility in the matter which we ought not to shun?"
"I don't understand you, father," said Egeria, fearfully.
"I mean," replied her father, "that it may be our duty to sink all personal feeling in this matter, and bend every energy to the conviction, the conversion, of the person who thus antagonizes us."
The girl stood aghast, and for a moment did not reply, but glanced at her father's heated face and shining eyes in a sort of terror. Some instinct, perhaps, flashed upon her a fear against which the habit of her whole life rebelled, and kept her from directly opposing him. She subdued the tremor that ran through her, and answered, "You know that I think whatever you do, father. How — how " — She apparently wished to temporize, to catch at this thought and that; without uttering any, she stopped short.
"How should I go about it?" radiantly demanded her father. "In the openest, the simplest manner possible, by submitting your—your gift to the test of opposing wills; by inviting this man to a public contest, in which, laying prejudice aside, he and I should enter the lists against each other in a fair struggle for supremacy. I am not afraid of the issue. In this view he is no longer an enemy. He is a blind opposing force of nature, which is simply to be overcome; he can no more have insulted or wronged me than the rock against which I strike in the dark, than the tempest that dashes its drops in my face. Poor, helpless, blameless obstacle! I am ashamed, Egeria, that I used harsh language to him; I am ashamed that I retorted from my vantage ground the merely mechanical outrage which I suffered from him. My СКАЧАТЬ