“Of course,” she explained, “you will want to see all your old friends, and so will Eveleth, for they will be her friends, too; but if you want me to go with you, as you say, you must let me know when I shall see New York again.”
“Why,” I said, “you will always be with us!”
“Well, then,” she pursued with a smile, “when shall you come back?”
“Oh, never!” I answered. “No one ever leaves Altruria, if he can help it, unless he is sent on a mission.”
She looked a little mystified, and I went on: “Of course, I was not officially authorized to visit the world outside, but I was permitted to do so, to satisfy a curiosity the Priors thought useful; but I have now had quite enough of it, and I shall never leave home again.”
“You won’t come to live in America?”
“God forbid!” said I, and I am afraid I could not hide the horror that ran through me at the thought. “And when you once see our happy country, you could no more be persuaded to return to America than a disembodied spirit could be persuaded to return to the earth.”
She was silent, and I asked: “But, surely, you understood this, Mrs. Gray?”
“No,” she said, reluctantly.’ “Does Eveleth?”
“Why, certainly!” I said. “We have talked it over a hundred times. Hasn’t she—”
“I don’t know,” she returned, with a vague trouble in her voice and eyes. “Perhaps I haven’t understood her exactly. Perhaps — but I shall be ready to do whatever you and she think best. I am an old woman, you know; and you know, I was born here, and I should feel the change.”
Her words conveyed to me a delicate reproach; I felt for the first time that, in my love of my own country, I had not considered her love of hers. It is said that the Icelanders are homesick when they leave their world of lava and snow; and I ought to have remembered that an American might have some such tenderness for his atrocious conditions, if he were exiled from them forever. I suppose it was the large and wide mind of Eveleth, with its openness to a knowledge and appreciation of better things, that had suffered me to forget this. She seemed always so eager to see Altruria, she imagined it so fully, so lovingly, that I had ceased to think of her as an alien; she seemed one of us, by birth as well as by affinity.
Yet, now, the words of her mother, and the light they threw upon the situation, gave me pause. I began to ask myself questions which I was impatient to ask Eveleth, so that there should be no longer any shadow of misgiving in my breast; and yet I found myself dreading to ask them, lest by some perverse juggle I had mistaken our perfect sympathy in all things for a perfect understanding.
Like all cowards who wait a happy moment for the duty that should not be suffered to wait at all, I was destined to have the affair challenge me, instead of seizing the advantage of it that instant frankness would have given me. Shall I confess that I let several days go by, and still had not spoken to Eveleth, when, at the end of a long evening — the last long evening we passed together — she said:
“What would you like to have me do with this house while we are gone?”
“Do with this house?” I echoed; and I felt as if I were standing on the edge of an abyss.
“Yes; shall we let it, or sell it; or what? Or give it away?” I drew a little breath at this; perhaps we had not misunderstood each other, after all. She went on: “Of course, I have a peculiar feeling about it, so that I wouldn’t like to get it ready, and let it furnished, in the ordinary way. I would rather lend it to some one, if I could be sure of any one who would appreciate it; but I can’t. Not one! And it’s very much the same when one comes to think about selling it. Yes, I should like to give it away for some good purpose, if there is any in this wretched state of things! What do you say, Aristide?”
She always used the French form of my name, because she said it sounded ridiculous in English, for a white man, though I told her that the English was nearer the Greek in sound.
“By all means, give it away,” I said. Give it to some public purpose. That will at least be better than any private purpose, and put it somehow in the control of the State, beyond the reach of individuals or corporations. Why not make it the foundation of a free school for the study of the Altrurian polity and economy?”
She laughed at this, as if she thought I must be joking. “It would be droll, wouldn’t it, to have Tammany appointees teaching Altrurianism?” Then she said, after a moment of reflection: “Why not? It needn’t be in the hands of Tammany. It could be in the hands of the United States; I will ask my lawyer if it couldn’t; and I will endow it with money enough to support the school handsomely. Aristide, you have hit it!”
I began: “You can give all your money to it, my dear—” But I stopped at the bewildered look she turned on me.
“All?” she repeated. “But what should we have to live on, then?”
“We shall need no money to live on, in Altruria,” I answered.
“Oh, in Altruria! But when we come back to New York?”
It was an agonizing moment, and I felt that shutting of the heart which blinds the eyes and makes the brain reel. “Eveleth,” I gasped, “did you expect to return to New York?”
“Why, certainly!” she cried. “Not at once, of course. But after you had seen all your friends, and made a good, long visit — Why surely, Aristide, you don’t understand that I — You didn’t mean to live in Altruria?”
“Ah!” I answered. “Where else could I live? Did you think for an instant that I could live in such a land as this?” I saw that she was hurt, and I hastened to say, “I know that it is the best part of the world outside of Altruria; but, oh, my dear, you cannot imagine how horrible the notion of living here seems to me. Forgive me! I am going from bad to worse. I don’t mean to wound you. After all, it is your country, and you must love it. But, indeed, I could not think of living here. I could not take the burden of its wilful, hopeless misery on my soul. I must live in Altruria, and you, when you have once seen my country, our country, will never consent to live in any other!”
“Yes,” she said, “I know it must be very beautiful; but I hadn’t supposed — and yet I ought—”
“No, dearest, no! It was I who was to blame, for not being clearer from the first. But that is the way with us! We can’t imagine any people willing to live anywhere else when once they have seen Altruria; and I have told you so much of it, and we have talked of it together so often, that I must have forgotten you had not actually known it. But listen, Eveleth! We will agree to this. After we have been a year in Altruria, if you wish to return to America, I will come back and live with you here.”
“No, indeed!” she answered, generously. “If you are to be my husband,” and here she began with the solemn words of the Bible, so beautiful in their quaint English, “‘whither thou goest, I will go, and I will not return from following after thee. Thy country shall be my country, and thy God my God.’”
I caught her to my heart, in a rapture of tenderness, and the evening that had begun for us so forbiddingly, ended in a happiness such as not even our love had known before. I insisted upon the conditions I had made, as to our future home, and she agreed to them gaily, at last, as a sort of reparation which I might make my conscience, if I liked, for tearing her from a country which she had willingly lived out of for the far greater part of the last five years.
But when we met again, I could see that she had been thinking seriously.
“I won’t give the house absolutely away,” she said. “I will keep the deed of it myself, but I will establish that sort of school of Altrurian doctrine in it, and I will endow it, and when we come back here, for our experimental sojourn, after we’ve been in Altruria a year, will take up our quarters in it, — I won’t give the whole house to the school, — and we will lecture on the later phases of Altrurian life to the pupils. How will that do?”
She put her arms round my neck, and I said that it would do admirably; but I had a certain sinking of the heart, for I saw how hard it
was even for Eveleth to part with her property.
“I’ll endow it,” she went on, “and I’ll leave the rest of my money at interest here; unless you think that some Altrurian securities—”
“No; there are no such things!” I cried.
“That was what I thought,” she returned; “and as it will cost us nothing while we are in Altruria, the interest will be something very handsome by the time we get back, even in United States bonds.”
“Something handsome!” I cried. “But, Eveleth, haven’t I heard you say yourself that the growth of interest from dead money was like—”
“Oh, yes; that!” she returned. “But you know you have to take it. You can’t let the money lie idle; that would be ridiculous; and then, with the good purpose we have in view, it is our duty to take the interest. How should we keep up the school, and pay the teachers, and everything?”
I saw that she had forgotten the great sum of the principal, or that, through life-long training and association, it was so sacred to her that she did not even dream of touching it. I was silent, and she thought that I was persuaded.
“You are perfectly right in theory, dear, and I feel just as you do about such things; I’m sure I’ve suffered enough from them; but if we didn’t take interest for your money, what should we have to live on?”
“Not my money, Eveleth!” I entreated. “Don’t say my money!”
“But whatever is mine is yours,” she returned, with a wounded air.
“Not your money; but I hope you will soon have none. We should need no money to live on in Altruria. Our share of the daily toil of all will amply suffice for our daily bread and shelter.”
“In Altruria, yes. But how about America? And you have promised to come back here in a year, you know. Ladies and gentlemen can’t share in the daily toil, here, even if they could get the toil, and where there are so many out of work, it isn’t probable they could.”
She dropped upon my knee, as she spoke, laughing, and put her hand under my chin, to lift my fallen face.
“Now, you mustn’t be a goose, Aristide, even if you are an angel! Now, listen! You know, don’t you, that I hate money just as badly as you?”
“You have made me think so, Eveleth,” I answered.
“I hate it and loathe it. I think it’s the source of all the sin and misery in the world; but you can’t get rid of it at a blow. For if you gave it away, you might do more harm than good with it.”
“You could destroy it,” I said.
“Not unless you were a crank,” she returned. “And that brings me just to the point. I know that I’m doing a very queer thing to get married, when we know so little, really, about you,” and she accented this confession with a laugh that was also a kiss. “But I want to show people that we are just as practical as anybody; and if they can know that I have left my money all in United States bonds, they’ll respect us, no matter what I do with the interest. Don’t you see? We can come back, and preach and teach Altrurianism, and as long as we pay our way, nobody will have the right to say a word. Why, Tolstoy himself doesn’t destroy his money, though he wants other people to do it. His wife keeps it, and supports the family. You have to do it.”
“He doesn’t do it willingly.”
“No. And we won’t. And after a while — after we’ve got back, and compared Altruria and America from practical experience, if we decide to go to live there altogether, I will let you do what you please with the hateful money. I suppose we couldn’t take it there with us.”
“No more than you could take it to heaven with you,” I answered solemnly; but she would not let me be altogether serious about it.
“Well, in either case, we could get on without it, though we certainly could not get on without it, here. Why, Aristide, it is essential to the influence we shall try to exert for Altrurianism; for if we came back here, and preached the true life without any money to back us, no one would pay any attention to us. But if we have a good house waiting for us, and are able to entertain nicely, we can attract the best people, and — and — really do some good.”
I rose in a distress which I could not hide. “Oh, Eveleth, Eveleth!” I cried. “You are like all the rest, poor child. You are the creature of your environment, as we all are. You cannot escape what you have been. It may be that I was wrong to wish or expect you to cast your lot with me in Altruria, at once and forever. It may be that it is my duty to return here with you after a time, not only to let you see that Altruria is best, but to end my days in this unhappy land, preaching and teaching Altrurianism; but we must not come as prophets to the comfortable people, and entertain nicely. If we are to renew the evangel, it must be in the life and the spirit of the First Altrurian: we must come poor to the poor; we must not try to win any one, save through his heart and his conscience; we must be simple and humble as the least of those that Christ bade follow Him. Eveleth, perhaps you have made a mistake! I love you too much to wish you to suffer even for your good. Yes, I am so weak as that! I did not think that this would be the sacrifice for you that it seems, and I will not ask it of you. I am sorry that we have not understood each other, as I supposed we had. I could never become an American; perhaps you could never become an Altrurian. Think of it, dearest! Think well of it, before you take the step which you cannot recede from. I hold you to no promise; I love you so dearly that I cannot let you hold yourself. But you must choose between me and your money — no; not me! — but between love and your money. You cannot keep both.”
She had stood listening to me; now she cast herself on my heart, and stopped my words with an impassioned kiss. “Then there is no choice for me. My choice is made, once for all.” She set her hands against my breast, and pushed me from her. “Go, now! But come again to-morrow. I want to think it all over again. Not that I have any doubt; but because you wish it — you wish it, don’t you? — and because I will not let you ever think I acted upon an impulse, and that I regretted it.”
“That is right, Eveleth! That is like you” I said, and I took her into my arms for good-night.
The next day, I came for her decision, or rather for her confirmation of it. The man who opened the door to me, met me with a look of concern and embarrassment. He said Mrs. Strange was not at all well, and had said lie was to give me the letter he handed me. I asked, in taking it, if I could see Mrs. Gray, and he answered that Mrs. Gray had not been down yet, either, but he would go and see. I was impatient to read my letter, and I made I know not what vague reply, and I found myself, I know not how, on the pavement, with the letter open in my hand. It began abruptly without date or address:
“You will believe that I have not slept, when you read this.
“I have thought it all over again, as you wished, and it is all over between us.
“I am what you said, the creature of my environment. I cannot detach myself from it; I cannot escape from what I have been.
“I am writing this with a strange coldness, like the chill of death in my very soul. I do not ask you to forgive me; I have your forgiveness already. Do not forget me; that is what I ask. Remember me as the unhappy woman who was not equal to her chance when heaven was opened to her: who could not choose the best, when the best came to her.
“There is no use writing; if I kept on forever, it would always be the same cry of shame, of love.
“EVELETH STRANGE.”
I reeled as I read the lines. The street seemed to weave itself into a circle around me. But I knew that I was not dreaming, that this was no delirium of my sleep.
It was three days ago, and I have not tried to see her again. I have written her a line, to say that I shall not forget her, and to take the blame upon myself. After all, I expected the impossible of her.
I have yet two days before me until the steamer sails; we were to have sailed together, and now I shall sail alone.
I will try to leave it all behind me forever; but while I linger out these last long hours here, I must think, and I must doubt.
Was she
, then, the poseuse that they said? Had she really no heart in our love? Was it only a pretty drama she was playing, and were those generous motives, those lofty principles which seemed to actuate her, the poetical qualities of the play, the graces of her pose? I cannot believe it. I believe that she was truly what she seemed, for she had been that even before she met me. I believe that she was pure and lofty in soul as she appeared; but that her life was warped to such a form by the false conditions of this sad world, that, when she came to look at herself again, after she had been confronted with the sacrifice before her, she feared that she could not make it without in a manner ceasing to be.
She —
But I shall soon see you again; and, until then, farewell.
A. HOMOS.
SON OF ROYAL LANGBRITH
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