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"Here," answered Hemenway, not budging from his place on the bench. The bell clanged, and the powerful machine puffed out on its flaring way through the night. Faster and faster came the big explosive breaths, until they blended in a long steady roar, and the train was sweeping northward at forty miles an hour.
The delicate fantasy of this little story only enhances the poignant tragedy that it discloses. Somehow it suggests a comparison with "Four Days" by Hetty Hemenway, although it is told with greater deftness and a more subtle irony. In these pages pulses the very heart of France, and it is compact of the spirit that has made France a mistress to die for. The translation is admirable.
"There is some difference between a common juggler, like the Magician of Madagascar" the doctor laughed ironically "and a well-known musical director, who could make you famous. Does Hemenway pay you as much as I offer?" "No, sir." "I thought so. Then how can you hesitate?"
Near a sacred spring called Kawaika, not far from Jeditoh, near Awatobi, a large number of beautiful vessels with similar holes in their rims were excavated by Mr T. V. Keam, and later passed into the collections of the Hemenway Expedition, now installed at Cambridge. They are of all kinds of ware, widely different in shape, the number of marginal perforations varying greatly.
They were taken on board, and discovered that the vessel was the Phocis, from New York, bound for Melbourne. "We shall reach our destination after all, then, professor," said Harry, "and you will be able to give your entertainments as you at first proposed." Professor Hemenway shook his head. "I shall take the first steamer home," he said.
The Conway Citizen was taken in the family, and, much to their astonishment, this is what they found, prominently placed, in the next number: "The magical entertainment of Professor Hemenway, on Thursday evening, was even more successful than usual. He had had the good fortune to secure the services of a young vocalist named Harry Vane, who charmed both young and old by two popular selections.
"Well," answered Hemenway slowly, between the puffs of his pipe, "I can't say I'm sorry that he's alive and happy, though I'm not glad that I lost him. But he did his best, the old rogue; he played a good game, and he deserved to win. Where he is now nobody can tell. He was traveling like a streak of lightning when I last saw him. By this time he may be " "What's yon?" cried McLeod, springing up.
Harry and the professor were standing by the rail looking out at sea, one day, when a thick voice greeted them, "Good-mor'n', gentlemen," this address being followed by a hiccough. Both turned quickly, and exchanged a significant glance when they recognized the captain. "Yes," answered Professor Hemenway, "it is indeed a fine morning." "I am sorry to see this, Harry," said the professor.
The arrangement is seldom mutual; and sometimes yesterday's train does not come along until to-morrow afternoon. Moreover, Hemenway was inwardly discontented with the fact that he was coming out of the woods instead of going in. "Coming out" always made him a little unhappy, whether his expedition had been successful or not.
The tall buttresses, which rise 15 or 20 feet above the trail up the mesa on the southern corner, are, I believe, remnants of towers which formerly supported a balcony. During a previous visit to Tusayan I obtained fragments of the ancient bell, which are now on exhibition in the Hemenway section of the Peabody Museum at Cambridge.
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