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And when Miss Snagg learned that her brother in Venezuela had died a very sudden death brought on by drinking rum for seventeen years and had left her ten thousand dollars, the Bahee which she exhibited almost amounted to Nirvana. In fact, the very general dissemination of the Oriental idea became more and more noticeable with each week that passed.
Rasselyer-Brown wouldn't have thought it in any way peculiar or fascinating. "It was all hung with curtains inside," she went on, "with figures of snakes and Indian gods, perfectly weird." "And did you see Mr. Yahi-Bahi?" asked Miss Snagg. "Oh no, my dear. I only saw his assistant Mr. Ram Spudd; such a queer little round man, a Bengalee, I believe.
"I shall be delighted," said Miss Snagg, "but I'm afraid there's hardly time to write them before we begin, is there?" "Oh, but it would be all right to write them afterwards," chorussed several ladies who understood such things; "it's quite often done that way." "And I should like to move that we vote a constitution," said a stout lady with a double eye-glass. "Is that carried?" said Mrs.
Rasselyer-Brown was always a leader in everything that was done in the best circles on Plutoria Avenue, she was naturally among the first to visit Mr. Yahi-Bahi. "My dear," she said, in describing afterwards her experience to her bosom friend, Miss Snagg, "it was most interesting.
Fortunately, however, just as we came up toward the gloomy corner, there was a shout of bantering laughter from those whom, offhand, I should have called Aunt Lou, Cousin Becky, Brother Bob, and Milly Snagg, and we saw that the automaton had just dispatched his opponent the fifth member of the party, a well-bronzed countryman, with a shaved neck and prominent ears.
But for the most part the audience was composed of women, and they sat in a little buzz of conversation waiting for Mr. Yahi-Bahi. "I wonder," called Mrs. Buncomhearst from the chair, "if some lady would be good enough to write minutes? Miss Snagg, I wonder if you would be kind enough to write minutes? Could you?"
In fact, of this part of her burden she never spoke, even to her bosom friend Miss Snagg; nor did she talk about it to the ladies of the Dante Club, nor did she make speeches on it to the members of the Women's Afternoon Art Society, nor to the Monday Bridge Club. But the members of the Bridge Club and the Art Society and the Dante Club all talked about it among themselves.
Here is the sum of my Examination before Justice Keelin, Justice Chester, Justice Blundale, Justice Beecher, and Justice Snagg, &c. After I had lain in prison above seven weeks, the quarter-sessions was to be kept in Bedford, for the county thereof, unto which I was to be brought; and when my jailer had set me before those justices, there was a bill of indictment preferred against me.
He put his back against a curtain and spread out his arms sideways and wouldn't let me pass. He said that Mr. Yahi-Bahi was in meditation and mustn't be disturbed." "How delightful!" echoed Miss Snagg. But in reality Mr. Yahi-Bahi was sitting behind the curtain eating a ten-cent can of pork and beans. "What I like most about eastern people," went on Mrs.
'Ookey Snagg, Loafer; Mister William Guppy, Potman place them beside Hybrias, Goat-herd; Damon, Shepherd; Phydias, Writer; Nicarchus, Ploughman; Balbus, Bricklayer; Glaucus, Potter; Caius, Carter; Marcus, Weaver; Aeneas, Bronze-worker; Antonius, Corn-seller; Canidius, Charioteer and then talk of the glorious modern times of high civilization and the dark ignorant days of old!...
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