The Complete Novels of J. M. Barrie - All 14 Books in One Volume (Illustrated Edition). J. M. Barrie

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      Those were the young Scotchman's views when the president opened the door to him, and what he saw and heard that night strengthened them.

      It was characteristic of Andrew's host that at such a time he could put himself in the young man's place.

      He took his hand and looked him in the face more like a physician than a mere acquaintance. Then he drew him aside into an empty room.

      "Let me be the first to congratulate you," he said; "you are admitted."

      Andrew took a long breath, and the president considerately turned away his head until the young probationer had regained his composure. Then he proceeded:

      "The society only asks from its probationers the faith which it has in them. They take no oath. We speak in deeds. The Brotherhood do not recognise the possibility of treachery; but they are prepared to cope with it if it comes. Better far, Andrew Riach, to be in your grave, dead and rotten and forgotten, than a traitor to the cause."

      The president's voice trembled with solemnity.

      He stretched forth his hands, slowly repeating the words, "dead and rotten and forgotten," until his wandering eyes came to rest on the young man's neck.

      Andrew drew back a step and bowed silently, as he had seen many a father do at a christening in the kirk at Wheens.

      "You will shortly," continued the president, with a return to his ordinary manner, "hear an address on female suffrage from one of the noblest women in the land. It will be your part to listen. To-night you will both hear and see strange things. Say nothing. Evince no surprise. Some members are irritable. Come!"

      Once more he took Andrew by the hand, and led him into the meeting-room; and still his eyes were fixed on the probationer's neck. There seemed to be something about it that he liked.

      It was not then, with the committee all around him, but long afterwards at Wheens, that Andrew was struck by the bareness of the chambers.

      Without the president's presence they had no character.

      The trifles were absent that are to a room what expression is to the face.

      The tenant might have been a medical student who knew that it was not worth while to unpack his boxes.

      The only ornament on the walls was an elaborate sketch by a member, showing the arrangement of the cellars beneath the premises of the Young Men's Christian Association.

      There were a dozen men in the room, including the president of the Birmingham branch association and two members who had just returned from a visit to Edinburgh. These latter had already submitted their report.

      The president introduced Andrew to the committee, but not the committee to him. Several of them he recognized from the portraits in the shop windows.

      They stood or sat in groups looking over a probationer's thesis. It consisted of diagrams of machinery.

      Andrew did not see the sketches, though they were handed round separately for inspection, but he listened eagerly to the president's explanations.

      "The first," said the president, "is a beautiful little instrument worked by steam. Having placed his head on the velvet cushion D, the subject can confidently await results.

      "No. 2 is the same model on a larger scale.

      "As yet 3 can be of little use to us. It includes a room 13 feet by 11. X is the windows and other apertures; and these being closed up and the subjects admitted, all that remains to be done is to lock the door from the outside and turn on the gas. E, F, and K are couches, and L is a square inch of glass through which results may be noted.

      "The speciality of 4, which is called the 'water cure,' is that it is only workable on water. It is generally admitted that release by drowning is the pleasantest of all deaths; and, indeed, 4, speaking roughly, is a boat with a hole in the bottom. It is so simple that a child could work it. C is the plug.

      "No. 5 is an intricate instrument. The advantage claimed for it is that it enables a large number of persons to leave together."

      While the thesis was under discussion, the attendance was increased by a few members specially interested in the question of female suffrage. Andrew observed that several of these wrote something on a piece of paper which lay on the table with a pencil beside it, before taking their seats.

      He stretched himself in the direction of this paper, but subsided as he caught the eyes of two of the company riveted on his neck.

      From that time until he left the rooms one member or other was staring at his neck. Andrew looked anxiously in the glass over the mantelpiece but could see nothing wrong.

      The paper on the table merely contained such jottings as these:—

      "Robert Buchanan has written another play."

      "Schnadhörst is in town."

      "Ashmead Bartlett walks in Temple Gardens 3 to 4."

      "Clement Scott (?)"

      "Query: Is there a dark passage near Hyndman's (Socialist's) house?"

      "Talmage. Address, Midland Hotel."

      "Andrew Lang (?)"

      Andrew was a good deal interested in woman's suffrage, and the debate on this question in the students' society at Edinburgh, when he spoke for an hour and five minutes, is still remembered by the janitor who had to keep the door until the meeting closed.

      Debating societies, like the company of reporters, engender a familiarity of reference to eminent persons, and Andrew had in his time struck down the champions of woman's rights as a boy plays with his ninepins.

      To be brought face to face with a lady whose name is a household word wheresoever a few Scotchmen can meet and resolve themselves into an argument was another matter.

      It was with no ordinary mingling of respect with curiosity that he stood up with the others to greet Mrs. Fawcett as the president led her into the room. The young man's face, as he looked upon her for the first time, was the best book this remarkable woman ever wrote.

      The proceedings were necessarily quiet, and the president had introduced their guest to the meeting without Andrew's hearing a word.

      He was far away in a snow-swept University quadrangle on a windy night, when Mrs. Fawcett rose to her feet.

      Some one flung open the window, for the place was close, and immediately the skirl of a bagpiper broke the silence.

      It might have been the devil that rushed into the room.

      Still Andrew dreamed on.

      The guest paused.

      The members looked at each other, and the president nodded to one of them.

      He left the room, and about two minutes afterwards the music suddenly ceased.

      Andrew woke with a start in time to see him return, write two words in the members' book, and resume his seat. Mrs. Fawcett then began.

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