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                  "REDDRAGON"                   Screenplay                       By                  Michael Mann                                   SECOND DRAFT                                   July 20, 1984EXT. MARATHON, FLORIDA, BEACH -GRAHAM + CRAWFORD - DAYThe highlit aqua water burns out sections of the two menimposed in front of it. The beach is white sand. JACKCRAWFORD -- mid-forties, large -- came down from Washington.Hissuitcoat over the driftwood log and his rolled-up whitesleeves says City, not Florida Keys. WILL GRAHAM -- latethirties -- in a faded Hawaiian number and sun-bleached vio-let shorts, belongs. Graham smokes. Crawforddrinks froma glass of iced tea. Then:                          CRAWFORD           I should have caught you at the boat           yard when you got off work. You           don't want to talk about ithere...                          GRAHAM           I don't want to talk about it           anywhere.                   (beat)           If you brought pictures, leave them           in the briefcase. Molly and Kevin           will be backsoon.                          CRAWFORD           How much do you know?                          GRAHAM           What was in the 'Miami Herald' and           the'Times.'                   (beat)           Confessions?                          CRAWFORD           Eighty-six so far. All cranks. He           smashes the mirrors and uses the           pieces.                   (beat)           None ofthem knew that;                          GRAHAM           What else did you keep out of the           papers?                          CRAWFORD           Blond, right-handed, really strong,           wears a sizeeleven shoe. The prints           are all smooth gloves. He's on a           full moon cycle. Both times. His           blood is AB Positive.                          GRAHAM           Somebody hurthim?                          CRAWFORD           Typed him from semen. He's a secretor.Crawford takes a sip of the iced tea and looks at Graham.2.Graham flips his cigarette into thesurf.                           CRAWFORD           Will... you saw this in the papers.           The second one was all over TV. Did           you ever think about givin' mea           call?                          GRAHAM           No.                           CRAWFORD           Why not?                           GRAHAM           The Bureau already has the best lab.           Plus youhave Bloom at the University           of Chicago...                           CRAWFORD           And I got you down here fixing fuckin'           boat motors.                           GRAHAM           You don't needme. I wouldn't           be useful to you anymore, Jack.                           CRAWFORD           Last two like this we had, you           caught.                           GRAHAM           That was three years ago.And by           doing the same things you and the           rest of them at the lab are doing.                           CRAWFORD           That's not entirely true, Will.           It's the way youthink.                           GRAHAM           I think there has been a lot of           bullshit about the way I think.                   (beat)           I came down here to get away from           allthat.                          CRAWFORD           You look all right now.                          GRAHAM           I am all right.Crawford pulls two pictures from his shirt pocket. He keepsthem face down. Theydraw at Will. Crawford knows this.3.                            CRAWFORD            If you can't look anymore, I            understand...                            GRAHAM            As long as they'redead...                           CRAWFORD            These are all dead, Will. PICTURES If we expected gory crime photos, these are not them. Two snapshots: a woman followed by three children and aduck carrying picnic items up a bank of a pond. A second family behind a birthday cake at a table. They're all smiling. CLOSE: GRAHAM looks at the pictures for a full twenty seconds. Then he puts them downand looks along the beach. GRAHAM'S POV: MOLLY + KEVIN KEVIN -- lanky and tall at eleven -- hunkers down at the water's edge, 50 yards away examining something in the sand. MOLLY -- suntanned,blonde and sensuous at thirty stands watching the two men, her hand on her hip. Waves careen around her ankles. Her body language openly states hostility. It's towards Crawford.                           GRAHAM(O.S.)            Let's talk after dinner. Stay and            eat.                            CRAWFORD (O.S.)            I'LL come back later. I got messages            at the Holiday Inn to collect Molly starts walkingforward. On it...                                                 CUT TO: INT. GRAHAM'S KITCHEN - MOLLY + GRAHAM - NIGHT are doing dishes. Graham wipes while Mollywashes.                            MOLLY            He stopped by to see me at the shop            before he came out here.                            GRAHAM            What did hewant?4.                                 MOLLY                 He asked how you are.                                GRAHAM                 And you said?                                 MOLLY                 I saidyou are fine, he should leave                 you the hell alone.                                 GRAHAM                 I'm a forensic specialist, Molly.                 You've seen mydiploma?                          (sarcastic)                 I got a diploma and everything.                                 MOLLY                 You mended a crack in the wallpaper                 with yourdiploma.                          (heat)                 You are open and easy now... It took                 you a lot of work to get to that...                                 GRAHAM                 We have it good, don'twe?                                 MOLLY                 All the things that happened to you                 before make you know that...      There is a soft pleading in hervoice.                                GRAHAM                 What the hell can I do?                                 MOLLY                          (after a pause)                 What you've already decided. You're                 notreally asking.                                GRAHAM                 If I were?                                 MOLLY                          (facing him)                 Stay here with me. Me. Me. Me.                 AndKevin.                          (heat)                 That's selfish, huh?                                 GRAHAM                          (touches the side                          of her face)                 I don'tcare.                          (beat>                 He'll never see me or know my name.                 If we find him, the police will have                 to take him down. Not me, I'm just                 looking atevidence.5.As he puts an arm around Molly...                                                CUT TO:EXT. BEACH - KEVIN - TWILIGHTis working in the sand. Behind him Graham is staplingchicken wire totwo foot-high fence posts.                          KEVIN           Will it keep them out?                          GRAHAM           Yeah. ..                           KEVIN           How many turtle eggs you thinkare           in here?                           GRAHAM           In this hatchery? Forty to fifty.                           KEVIN           Crabs would get most of the newborns           before they made it to the sea,huh?                           GRAHAM           Yeah, but not now.. These will all           make it... guaranteed.                                                CUT TO:EXT. GRAHAM HOUSE - CRAWFORD + MOLLY -NIGHTOn the porch swing. Beyond them at the water's edge Grahamnothing to each other    the fence. Crawford and Molly sayor a while. Then, finally:                           MOLLY           Whatever I say,you'll take him           away, won't you?                          CRAWFORD           I have to.                           MOLLY           You're his friend, Jack. Why can't           you leave himalone?                           CRAWFORD           Because it's his bad luck to be           special.                           MOLLY           He thinks you want him to lookat           evidence.6.                          CRAWFORD           Nobody's better with evidence. But           he has the other thing, too. He           doesn't like that part ofit...                          MOLLY           You wouldn't like it, either if you           had it.There is a pause between them. Molly lights a cigarette.Crawford leans forward, resting his thick, pale, forearmson hisknees.                          CRAWFORD           Talking about 'like,' you don't like           me very much, do you?                          MOLLY           No.                   (beat)           I don't like people whopark in the           'handicapped zone'...                          CRAWFROD           I'LL try to keep him as far away from           it as I can...                                                CUT TO:EXT. ATLANTASTREET - WIDE - NIGHTSmall poplars line the curb. It rained. The sidewalks arewet. They are drying in splotches. The street is deserted.The front walk vertically bisects the FRAME. An AtlantaPolice department carpulls to the curb and stops. The dooropens, lighting the interior and Will Graham starts out thepassenger side.                          GRAHAM                   (distant)           Thanks for thelift.                          OFFICER           I'll come inside with you, if you           like, but Mr. Crawford said you'd           probably want to be alone.                          GRAHAM           That'sright.                          OFFTCER           There's a VTR setup waiting in your           hotel room, that you asked for           They transferred the home movies of           both families once half-inchVHS.7.                            GRAHAM                    (getting out)            Thanks. Graham exits the car and walks TOWARDS us. We PAN AROUND as he moves through EXTREME CLOSEUP and see theLeeds family house with all of the Atlanta Police department "crime scene" postings Graham doesn't enter the front door. Be walks around the side.                                                 CUT TO: INT. LEEDSHOUSE, KITCHEN - WIDE - NIGHT Three big sliding glass doors. The center one has been re- placed with plywood. It's dark. A flashlight's beam starts playing through the bushes in the side yard.., then the lightappears and blasts IN the LENS. It lights lots of dishes in the sink. The dark kitchen looks like anybody's kitchen. The house feels occupied. The Leed's possessions have been undisturbed. CLOSE: GLASS


ï»¿The Project Gutenberg EBook of Tarzan of the Apes, by Edgar Rice BurroughsThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it awayorre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: Tarzan of the ApesAuthor: Edgar Rice BurroughsRelease Date: June 23, 2008 [EBook #78]Lastupdated: May 5, 2012Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TARZAN OF THE APES ***Produced by Judith Boss.  HTML version by Al Haines.Tarzan of the ApesByEdgar RiceBurroughs         CONTENTS      I  Out to Sea     II  The Savage Home    III  Life and Death     IV  The Apes      V  The White Ape     VI  Jungle Battles    VII  The Light of Knowledge   VIII  The Tree-top Hunter     IX  Manand Man      X  The Fear-Phantom     XI  "King of the Apes"    XII  Man's Reason   XIII  His Own Kind    XIV  At the Mercy of the Jungle     XV  The Forest God    XVI  "Most Remarkable"   XVII  Burials  XVIII  The JungleToll    XIX  The Call of the Primitive     XX  Heredity    XXI  The Village of Torture   XXII  The Search Party  XXIII  Brother Men   XXIV  Lost Treasure    XXV  The Outpost of the World   XXVI  The Height ofCivilization  XXVII  The Giant Again XXVIII  ConclusionChapter IOut to SeaI had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or toany other.  I may credit the seductive influence of an old vintage uponthenarrator for the beginning of it, and my own skeptical incredulityduring the days that followed for the balance of the strange tale.When my convivial host discovered that he had told me so much, and thatI was prone todoubtfulness, his foolish pride assumed the task the oldvintage had commenced, and so he unearthed written evidence in the formof musty manuscript, and dry official records of the British ColonialOffice to supportmany of the salient features of his remarkablenarrative.I do not say the story is true, for I did not witness the happeningswhich it portrays, but the fact that in the telling of it to you I havetaken fictitious names for theprincipal characters quite sufficientlyevidences the sincerity of my own belief that it MAY be true.The yellow, mildewed pages of the diary of a man long dead, and therecords of the Colonial Office dovetail perfectly withthe narrative ofmy convivial host, and so I give you the story as I painstakinglypieced it out from these several various agencies.If you do not find it credible you will at least be as one with me inacknowledging that it isunique, remarkable, and interesting.From the records of the Colonial Office and from the dead man's diarywe learn that a certain young English nobleman, whom we shall call JohnClayton, Lord Greystoke, wascommissioned to make a peculiarly delicateinvestigation of conditions in a British West Coast African Colony fromwhose simple native inhabitants another European power was known to berecruiting soldiers for its nativearmy, which it used solely for theforcible collection of rubber and ivory from the savage tribes alongthe Congo and the Aruwimi.  The natives of the British Colonycomplained that many of their young men were enticedaway through themedium of fair and glowing promises, but that few if any ever returnedto their families.The Englishmen in Africa went even further, saying that these poorblacks were held in virtual slavery, since aftertheir terms ofenlistment expired their ignorance was imposed upon by their whiteofficers, and they were told that they had yet several years to serve.And so the Colonial Office appointed John Clayton to a new postinBritish West Africa, but his confidential instructions centered on athorough investigation of the unfair treatment of black Britishsubjects by the officers of a friendly European power.  Why he wassent, is, however, oflittle moment to this story, for he never made aninvestigation, nor, in fact, did he ever reach his destination.Clayton was the type of Englishman that one likes best to associatewith the noblest monuments of historicachievement upon a thousandvictorious battlefields--a strong, virile man--mentally, morally, andphysically.In stature he was above the average height; his eyes were gray, hisfeatures regular and strong; his carriagethat of perfect, robusthealth influenced by his years of army training.Political ambition had caused him to seek transference from the army tothe Colonial Office and so we find him, still young, entrusted with adelicateand important commission in the service of the Queen.When he received this appointment he was both elated and appalled.  Thepreferment seemed to him in the nature of a well-merited reward forpainstaking andintelligent service, and as a stepping stone to postsof greater importance and responsibility; but, on the other hand, hehad been married to the Hon. Alice Rutherford for scarce a threemonths, and it was the thought oftaking this fair young girl into thedangers and isolation of tropical Africa that appalled him.For her sake he would have refused the appointment, but she would nothave it so.  Instead she insisted that he accept, and,indeed, take herwith him.There were mothers and brothers and sisters, and aunts and cousins toexpress various opinions on the subject, but as to what they severallyadvised history is silent.We know only that on abright May morning in 1888, John, LordGreystoke, and Lady Alice sailed from Dover on their way to Africa.A month later they arrived at Freetown where they chartered a smallsailing vessel, the Fuwalda, which was tobear them to their finaldestination.And here John, Lord Greystoke, and Lady Alice, his wife, vanished fromthe eyes and from the knowledge of men.Two months after they weighed anchor and cleared from the portofFreetown a half dozen British war vessels were scouring the southAtlantic for trace of them or their little vessel, and it was almostimmediately that the wreckage was found upon the shores of St. Helenawhichconvinced the world that the Fuwalda had gone down with all onboard, and hence the search was stopped ere it had scarce begun; thoughhope lingered in longing hearts for many years.The Fuwalda, a barkentine ofabout one hundred tons, was a vessel ofthe type often seen in coastwise trade in the far southern Atlantic,their crews composed of the offscourings of the sea--unhanged murderersand cutthroats of every race andevery nation.The Fuwalda was no exception to the rule.  Her officers were swarthybullies, hating and hated by their crew.  The captain, while acompetent seaman, was a brute in his treatment of his men.  He knew, oratleast he used, but two arguments in his dealings with them--abelaying pin and a revolver--nor is it likely that the motleyaggregation he signed would have understood aught else.So it was that from the second day outfrom Freetown John Clayton andhis young wife witnessed scenes upon the deck of the Fuwalda such asthey had believed were never enacted outside the covers of printedstories of the sea.It was on the morning of thesecond day that the first link was forgedin what was destined to form a chain of circumstances ending in a lifefor one then unborn such as has never been paralleled in the history ofman.Two sailors were washing downthe decks of the Fuwalda, the first matewas on duty, and the captain had stopped to speak with John Clayton andLady Alice.The men were working backwards toward the little party who were facingaway from thesailors.  Closer and closer they came, until one of themwas directly behind the captain.  In another moment he would havepassed by and this strange narrative would never have been recorded.But just that instant theofficer turned to leave Lord and LadyGreystoke, and, as he did so, tripped against the sailor and sprawledheadlong upon the deck, overturning the water-pail so that he wasdrenched in its dirty contents.For an instantthe scene was ludicrous; but only for an instant.  Witha volley of awful oaths, his face suffused with the scarlet ofmortification and rage, the captain regained his feet, and with aterrific blow felled the sailor to thedeck.The man was small and rather old, so that the brutality of the act wasthus accentuated.  The other seaman, however, was neither old norsmall--a huge bear of a man, with fierce black mustachios, and a greatbullneck set between massive shoulders.As he saw his mate go down he crouched, and, with a low snarl, sprangupon the captain crushing him to his knees with a single mighty blow.From scarlet the officer's face wentwhite, for this was mutiny; andmutiny he had met and subdued before in his brutal career.  Withoutwaiting to rise he whipped a revolver from his pocket, firing pointblank at the great mountain of muscle toweringbefore him; but, quickas he was, John Clayton was almost as quick, so that the bullet whichwas intended for the sailor's heart lodged in the sailor's leg instead,for Lord Greystoke had struck down the captain's arm ashe had seen theweapon flash in the sun.Words passed between Clayton and the captain, the former making itplain that he was disgusted with the brutality displayed toward thecrew, nor would he countenance anythingfurther of the kind while heand Lady Greystoke remained passengers.The captain was on the point of making an angry reply, but, thinkingbetter of it, turned on his heel and black and scowling, strode aft.He did not careto antagonize an English official, for the Queen'smighty arm wielded a punitive instrument which he could appreciate, andwhich he feared--England's far-reaching navy.The two sailors picked themselves up, the olderman assisting hiswounded comrade to rise.  The big fellow, who was known among his matesas Black Michael, tried his leg gingerly, and, finding that it bore hisweight, turned to Clayton with a word of gruffthanks.Though the fellow's tone was surly, his words were evidently wellmeant.  Ere he had scarce finished his little speech he had turned andwas limping off toward the forecastle with the very apparent intentionofforestalling any further conversation.They did not see him again for several days, nor did the captain accordthem more than the surliest of grunts when he was forced to speak tothem.They took their meals in his cabin,as they had before the unfortunateoccurrence; but the captain was careful to see that his duties neverpermitted him to eat at the same time.The other officers were coarse, illiterate fellows, but little abovethe villainouscrew they bullied, and were only too glad to avoidsocial intercourse with the polished English noble and his lady, sothat the Claytons were left very much to themselves.This in itself accorded perfectly with their desires,but it alsorather isolated them from the life of the little ship so that they wereunable to keep in touch with the daily happenings which were toculminate so soon in bloody tragedy.There was in the whole atmosphere ofthe craft that undefinablesomething which presages disaster.  Outwardly, to the knowledge of theClaytons, all went on as before upon the little vessel; but that therewas an undertow leading them toward someunknown danger both felt,though they did not speak of it to each other.On the second day after the wounding of Black Michael, Clayton came ondeck just in time to see the limp body of one of the crew beingcarriedbelow by four of his fellows while the first mate, a heavy belaying pinin his hand, stood glowering at the little party of sullen sailors.Clayton asked no questions--he did not need to--and the following day,as thegreat lines of a British battleship grew out of the distanthorizon, he half determined to demand that he and Lady Alice be putaboard her, for his fears were steadily increasing that nothing butharm could result fromremaining on the lowering, sullen Fuwalda.Toward noon they were within speaking distance of the British vessel,but when Clayton had nearly decided to ask the captain to put themaboard her, the obviousridiculousness of such a request becamesuddenly apparent.  What reason could he give the officer commandingher majesty's ship for desiring to go back in the direction from whichhe had just come!What if he told themthat two insubordinate seamen had been roughlyhandled by their officers?  They would but laugh in their sleeves andattribute his reason for wishing to leave the ship to but onething--cowardice.John Clayton, LordGreystoke, did not ask to be transferred to theBritish man-of-war.  Late in the afternoon he saw her upper works fadebelow the far horizon, but not before he learned that which confirmedhis greatest fears, and causedhim to curse the false pride which hadrestrained him from seeking safety for his young wife a few short hoursbefore, when safety was within reach--a safety which was now goneforever.It was mid-afternoon thatbrought the little old sailor, who had beenfelled by the captain a few days before, to where Clayton and his wifestood by the ship's side watching the ever diminishing outlines of thegreat battleship.  The old fellow waspolishing brasses, and as he cameedging along until close to Clayton he said, in an undertone:"'Ell's to pay, sir, on this 'ere craft, an' mark my word for it, sir.'Ell's to pay.""What do you mean, my good fellow?" askedClayton."Wy, hasn't ye seen wats goin' on?  Hasn't ye 'eard that devil's spawnof a capting an' is mates knockin' the bloomin' lights outen 'arf thecrew?"Two busted 'eads yeste'day, an' three to-day.  Black Michael's asgoodas new agin an' 'e's not the bully to stand fer it, not 'e; an' mark myword for it, sir.""You mean, my man, that the crew contemplates mutiny?" asked Clayton."Mutiny!" exclaimed the old fellow.  "Mutiny!  Theymeans murder, sir,an' mark my word for it, sir.""When?""Hit's comin', sir; hit's comin' but I'm not a-sayin' wen, an' I'vesaid too damned much now, but ye was a good sort t'other day an' Ithought it no more'n right towarn ye.  But keep a still tongue in yer'ead an' when ye 'ear shootin' git below an' stay there."That's all, only keep a still tongue in yer 'ead, or they'll put apill between yer ribs, an' mark my word for it, sir," and theoldfellow went on with his polishing, which carried him away from wherethe Claytons were standing."Deuced cheerful outlook, Alice," said Clayton."You should warn the captain at once, John.  Possibly the troublemayyet be averted," she said."I suppose I should, but yet from purely selfish motives I am almostprompted to 'keep a still tongue in my 'ead.' Whatever they do now theywill spare us in recognition of my stand for thisfellow Black Michael,but should they find that I had betrayed them there would be no mercyshown us, Alice.""You have but one duty, John, and that lies in the interest of vestedauthority.  If you do not warn the captainyou are as much a party towhatever follows as though you had helped to plot and carry it out withyour own head and hands.""You do not understand, dear," replied Clayton.  "It is of you I amthinking--there lies my firstduty.  The captain has brought thiscondition upon himself, so why then should I risk subjecting my wife tounthinkable horrors in a probably futile attempt to save him from hisown brutal folly?  You have no conception,dear, of what would followwere this pack of cutthroats to gain control of the Fuwalda.""Duty is duty, John, and no amount of sophistries may change it.  Iwould be a poor wife for an English lord were I to be responsibleforhis shirking a plain duty.  I realize the danger which must follow, butI can face it with you.""Have it as you will then, Alice," he answered, smiling.  "Maybe we areborrowing trouble.  While I do not like the looks ofthings on boardthis ship, they may not be so bad after all, for it is possible thatthe 'Ancient Mariner' was but voicing the desires of his wicked oldheart rather than speaking of real facts."Mutiny on the high sea may havebeen common a hundred years ago, butin this good year 1888 it is the least likely of happenings."But there goes the captain to his cabin now.  If I am going to warnhim I might as well get the beastly job over for I havelittle stomachto talk with the brute at all."So saying he strolled carelessly in the direction of the companionwaythrough which the captain had passed, and a moment later was knockingat his door."Come in," growled thedeep tones of that surly officer.And when Clayton had entered, and closed the door behind him:"Well?""I have come to report the gist of a conversation I heard to-day,because I feel that, while there may be nothing toit, it is as wellthat you be forearmed.  In short, the men contemplate mutiny andmurder.""It's a lie!" roared the captain.  "And if you have been interferingagain with the discipline of this ship, or meddling in affairsthatdon't concern you you can take the consequences, and be damned.  Idon't care whether you are an English lord or not.  I'm captain of thishere ship, and from now on you keep your meddling nose out ofmybusiness."The captain had worked himself up to such a frenzy of rage that he wasfairly purple of face, and he shrieked the last words at the top of hisvoice, emphasizing his remarks by a loud thumping of the tablewith onehuge fist, and shaking the other in Clayton's face.Greystoke never turned a hair, but stood eying the excited man withlevel gaze."Captain Billings," he drawled finally, "if you will pardon my candor,I mightremark that you are something of an ass."Whereupon he turned and left the captain with the same indifferent easethat was habitual with him, and which was more surely calculated toraise the ire of a man of Billings'class than a torrent of invective.So, whereas the captain might easily have been brought to regret hishasty speech had Clayton attempted to conciliate him, his temper wasnow irrevocably set in the mold in whichClayton had left it, and thelast chance of their working together for their common good was gone."Well, Alice," said Clayton, as he rejoined his wife, "I might havesaved my breath.  The fellow proved mostungrateful.  Fairly jumped atme like a mad dog."He and his blasted old ship may hang, for aught I care; and until weare safely off the thing I shall spend my energies in looking after ourown welfare.  And I rather fancythe first step to that end should beto go to our cabin and look over my revolvers.  I am sorry now that wepacked the larger guns and the ammunition with the stuff below."They found their quarters in a bad state ofdisorder.  Clothing fromtheir open boxes and bags strewed the little apartment, and even theirbeds had been torn to pieces."Evidently someone was more anxious about our belongings than we," saidClayton.  "Let'shave a look around, Alice, and see what's missing."A thorough search revealed the fact that nothing had been taken butClayton's two revolvers and the small supply of ammunition he had savedout for them."Those arethe very things I most wish they had left us," said Clayton,"and the fact that they wished for them and them alone is mostsinister.""What are we to do, John?" asked his wife.  "Perhaps you were right inthat our bestchance lies in maintaining a neutral position."If the officers are able to prevent a mutiny, we have nothing to fear,while if the mutineers are victorious our one slim hope lies in nothaving attempted to thwart orantagonize them.""Right you are, Alice.  We'll keep in the middle of the road."As they started to straighten up their cabin, Clayton and his wifesimultaneously noticed the corner of a piece of paper protrudingfrombeneath the door of their quarters.  As Clayton stooped to reach for ithe was amazed to see it move further into the room, and then herealized that it was being pushed inward by someone from without.Quickly andsilently he stepped toward the door, but, as he reached forthe knob to throw it open, his wife's hand fell upon his wrist."No, John," she whispered.  "They do not wish to be seen, and so wecannot afford to see them.  Donot forget that we are keeping to themiddle of the road."Clayton smiled and dropped his hand to his side.  Thus they stoodwatching the little bit of white paper until it finally remained atrest upon the floor just inside thedoor.Then Clayton stooped and picked it up.  It was a bit of grimy, whitepaper roughly folded into a ragged square.  Opening it they found acrude message printed almost illegibly, and with many evidences ofanunaccustomed task.Translated, it was a warning to the Claytons to refrain from reportingthe loss of the revolvers, or from repeating what the old sailor hadtold them--to refrain on pain of death."I rather imagine we'llbe good," said Clayton with a rueful smile."About all we can do is to sit tight and wait for whatever may come."Chapter IIThe Savage HomeNor did they have long to wait, for the next morning as Clayton wasemergingon deck for his accustomed walk before breakfast, a shot rangout, and then another, and another.The sight which met his eyes confirmed his worst fears.  Facing thelittle knot of officers was the entire motley crew ofthe Fuwalda, andat their head stood Black Michael.At the first volley from the officers the men ran for shelter, and frompoints of vantage behind masts, wheel-house and cabin they returned thefire of the five men who


ï»¿Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher, by Beatrix PotterThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away orre-use it underthe terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: The Tale of Mr. Jeremy FisherAuthor: Beatrix PotterRelease Date: February 16, 2005 [EBook #15077]Language:English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF MR. JEREMY FISHER ***Produced by David Newman, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the PG OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team athttp://www.pgdp.net[Transcriber's Note: This book is heavily illustrated; references to theillustrations have been removed from this text version. Please look forthe fully illustrated html version athttp://www.gutenberg.net.]THE TALE OFMR. JEREMY FISHERBYBEATRIX POTTER_Author of__"The Tale of Peter Rabbit," &c._FREDERICK WARNE & CO., INC.NEW YORKCOPYRIGHT, 1906BYFREDERICK WARNE &COFORSTEPHANIEFROMCOUSIN B.Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in alittle damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond.The water was all slippy-sloppy in the larderand in the back passage.But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and henever caught a cold!He was quite pleased when he looked out and saw large drops of rain,splashing in the pond--"Iwill get some worms and go fishing and catch a dish of minnows for mydinner," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "If I catch more than five fish, I willinvite my friends Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise and Sir Isaac Newton.TheAlderman, however, eats salad."Mr. Jeremy put on a macintosh, and a pair of shiny goloshes; he took hisrod and basket, and set off with enormous hops to the place where he kepthis boat.The boat was round andgreen, and very like the other lily-leaves. It wastied to a water-plant in the middle of the pond.Mr. Jeremy took a reed pole, and pushed the boat out into open water. "Iknow a good place for minnows," said Mr. JeremyFisher.Mr. Jeremy stuck his pole into the mud and fastened the boat to it.Then he settled himself cross-legged and arranged his fishing tackle. Hehad the dearest little red float. His rod was a tough stalk of grass, hislinewas a fine long white horse-hair, and he tied a little wriggling wormat the end.The rain trickled down his back, and for nearly an hour he stared at thefloat."This is getting tiresome, I think I should like some lunch," saidMr.Jeremy Fisher.He punted back again amongst the water-plants, and took some lunch out ofhis basket."I will eat a butterfly sandwich, and wait till the shower is over," saidMr. Jeremy Fisher.A great big water-beetlecame up underneath the lily leaf and tweaked thetoe of one of his goloshes.Mr. Jeremy crossed his legs up shorter, out of reach, and went on eatinghis sandwich.Once or twice something moved about with a rustle anda splash amongstthe rushes at the side of the pond."I trust that is not a rat," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher; "I think I had betterget away from here."Mr. Jeremy shoved the boat out again a little way, and dropped in thebait.There was a bite almost directly; the float gave a tremendousbobbit!"A minnow! a minnow! I have him by the nose!" cried Mr. Jeremy Fisher,jerking up his rod.But what a horrible surprise! Instead of a smooth fatminnow, Mr. Jeremylanded little Jack Sharp the stickleback, covered with spines!The stickleback floundered about the boat, pricking and snapping until hewas quite out of breath. Then he jumped back into thewater.And a shoal of other little fishes put their heads out, and laughed atMr. Jeremy Fisher.And while Mr. Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat--suckinghis sore fingers and peering down into the water--a_much_ worse thinghappened; a really _frightful_ thing it would have been, if Mr. Jeremy hadnot been wearing a macintosh!A great big enormous trout came up--ker-pflop-p-p-p! with a splash--andit seized Mr. Jeremywith a snap, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"--and then it turned anddived down to the bottom of the pond!But the trout was so displeased with the taste of the macintosh, that inless than half a minute it spat him out again; and theonly thing itswallowed was Mr. Jeremy's goloshes.Mr. Jeremy bounced up to the surface of the water, like a cork and thebubbles out of a soda water bottle; and he swam with all his might to theedge of the pond.Hescrambled out on the first bank he came to, and he hopped home acrossthe meadow with his macintosh all in tatters."What a mercy that was not a pike!" said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "I have lostmy rod and basket; but itdoes not much matter, for I am sure I shouldnever have dared to go fishing again!"He put some sticking plaster on his fingers, and his friends both came todinner. He could not offer them fish, but he had somethingelse in hislarder.Sir Isaac Newton wore his black and gold waistcoat,And Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise brought a salad with him in a stringbag.And instead of a nice dish of minnows--they had a roastedgrasshopperwith lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; but _I_think it must have been nasty!THE ENDEnd of Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher, by Beatrix Potter*** END OF THISPROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF MR. 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                                           JFK                                            By                               Oliver Stone & ZacharySklar                                    Based on books by                                 Jim Marrs & Jim Garrison                                                                                FADE IN               Credits run incounterpoint through a 7 to 10 minute sequence                of documentary images setting the tone of John F. Kennedy's                Presidency and the atmosphere of those tense times, 1960                through1963.  An omniscient narrator's voice marches us                through in old time Pathe' newsreel fashion.                                     VOICE                         January, 1961 - President DwightD.                          Eisenhower's Farewell Address to the                          Nation -               EISENHOWER ADDRESS                                     EISENHOWER                         The conjunction of animmense military                          establishment and a large arms                          industry is new in the American                          experience.  The total influence -                          economic, political, evenspiritual -                          is felt in every city, every                          statehouse, every office of the                          Federal Government... In the councils                          of government we must guardagainst                          the acquisition of unwarranted                          influence, whether sought or unsought,                          by the military industrial complex.                         The potential for thedisastrous                          rise of misplaced power exists and                          will persist... We must never let                          the weight of this combination                          endanger our liberties ordemocratic                          processes.  We should take nothing                          for granted...               ELECTION IMAGERY               School kids reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.  WPA filmsof                farmers harvesting the Texas plains.  Rain, thunderheads, a                dusty car coming from far away on a road moving towards                Dallas.  Cowboys round up the cattle.  Young marrieds ina                church.  Hillsides of tract homes going up.  The American                breadbasket, the West.  Over this we hear Eisenhower's                address.  As we move into the election campaign of 1960,we                see the TV debates, Nixon vs. Kennedy, Mayor Daley, Kennedy                victorious...               Against this is juxtaposed other forces: segregation, J.                Edgar Hoover, military advisors, Castro,Marilyn Monroe,                Lumumba... three frames of the Zapruder film counter-cut...                ending with the Kennedy inauguration and the irony of Earl                Warren administering the oath as he willKennedy's eulogy.                                     VOICE 2                         November, 1960 - Senator John F.                          Kennedy of Massachusetts wins one of                          the narrowest electionvictories in                          American history over the Vice-                          President Richard Nixon by a little                          more than 100,000 votes.  Rumors                          abound that he stole the electionin                          Illinois through the Democratic                          political machine of Mayor Daley...                              (inauguration shots)                         At his inauguration, at a timewhen                          American males all wore hats, he let                          his hair blow free in the wind.                           Alongside his beautiful and elegant                          wife of French origin,Jacqueline                          Bouvier, J.F.K. is the symbol of the                          new freedom of the 1960's, signifying                          change and upheaval to the American                          public, scaring many andhated                          passionately by some.  To win the                          election and to appease their fears,                          Kennedy at first takes a tough Cold                          War stance.               BAY OFPIGS IMAGERY               The beach, the bombardment, the rounding up of prisoners,                Kennedy's public apology, Allen Dulles standing next to                J.F.K., both uncomfortable with the smalltalk...                                     VOICE 3                         He inherits a secret war against the                          Communist Castro dictatorship in                          Cuba, a war run by the CIA andangry                          Cuban exiles out of bases in the                          Southern United States, Panama,                          Nicaragua and Guatemala.  Castro is                          a successful revolutionaryfrightening                          to American business interests in                          Latin America - companies like Cabot's                          United Fruit, Continental Can, and                          Rockefeller's StandardOil.  This                          war culminates in the disastrous Bay                          of Pigs invasion in April 1961, when                          Kennedy refuses to provide air cover                          for the exile brigade.  Of the1600                          men who invade, 114 are killed, 1200                          are captured.  The Cuban exiles and                          the CIA are furious at Kennedy's                          irresolution... Kennedy, takingpublic                          responsibility for the failure,                          privately claims the CIA lied to him                          and tried to manipulate him into                          ordering an all-out Americaninvasion                          of Cuba.  He vows to splinter the                          CIA into a thousand pieces and fires                          Director Allen Dulles, Deputies                          Charles Cabell and RichardBissell,                          the top leadership of the Agency.               SECRET WAR IMAGERY               Cuban rallies, footage of training camps, espionage                activities, boats, cases of weapons, RobertKennedy... John                Roselli, Sam Giancana, Santos Trafficante, Richard Helms                (the new CIA chief), Bill Harvey, Head of ZR/RIFLE, Howard                Hunt...                                     VOICE4                         The CIA, however, continues it's                          secret war on Castro with dozens of                          sabotage and assassination attempts                          under it's ZR/RIFLE andMONGOOSE                          programs - The Agency collaborates                          with organized crime elements such                          as John Roselli, Sam Giancana, and                          Santos Trafficante ofTampa, whose                          casino operations in Cuba, worth                          more than a hundred million dollars                          a year in income, Castro has shut                          down.               CUBANMISSILE CRISIS               Khrushchev, Kennedy, Castro on television, meetings with                Cabinet, Russian vessels in Caribbean, U.S. nuclear bases on                alert, civilians going to underground safeareas... the                Russian ship turning around, the country smiling...                                     VOICE 5                         In October 1962, the world comes to                          the brink of nuclear warwhen Kennedy                          quarantines Cuba after announcing                          the presence of offensive Soviet                          nuclear missiles 90 miles off American                          shores.  The Joint Chiefsof Staff                          and the CIA call for an invasion.                           Kennedy refuses.  Soviet ships with                          more missiles sail towards the island,                          but at the last moment turnback.                           The world breathes with relief but                          backstage in Washington, rumors abound                          that J.F.K. has cut a secret deal                          with Russian Premier Khrushchevnot                          to invade Cuba in return for a Russian                          withdrawal of missiles.  Suspicions                          abound that Kennedy is "soft on                          Communism."               NUCLEARTEST BAN IMAGERY               Closing down Cuban Camps, McNamara speaking, Khrushchev and                Kennedy, the "hot line" telephone system inaugurated, Kennedy                with Jackie and childrensailing off Cape Cod... Vietnam                introduction, early shots, Green Berets, counterinsurgency                programs, De Lansdale, leading up to the Test Ban signings...                then J.F.K. at AmericanUniversity, June 10, 1963.                                     VOICE 6                         In the ensuing months, Kennedy clamps                          down on Cuban exile activities,                          closing training camps,restricting                          covert operations, prohibiting                          shipment of weapons out of the                          country.  The covert arm of the CIA                          nevertheless continues its planto                          assassinate Castor... In March '63,                          Kennedy announces drastic cuts in                          the defense budget.  In November                          1963, he orders the withdrawalby                          Christmas of the first 1000 troops                          of the 16,000 stationed in Vietnam.                           He tells several of his intimates                          that he will withdraw allVietnam                          troops after the '64 election, saying                          to the Assistant Secretary of State,                          Roger Hilsman, "The Bay of Pigs has                          taught me one, not to trustgenerals                          or the CIA, and two, that if the                          American people do not want to use                          American troops to remove a Communist                          regime 90 miles from ourcoast, how                          can I ask them to use troops to remove                          a Communist regime 9,000 miles                          away?"... Finally, in August 1963,                          over the objections of theJoint                          Chiefs of Staff, the United States,                          Great Britain and the Soviet Union                          sign a treaty banning nuclear bomb                          tests in the atmosphere,underwater                          and in space...  Early that fateful                          summer, Kennedy speaks of his new                          vision at American Universityin                          Washington.                                     JFK                         What kind of peace do we seek?  Not                          a pax Americana enforced on the world                          by Americanweapons of war... We                          must re-examine our own attitudes                          towards the Soviet Union... If we                          cannot now end our differences at                          least we can helpmake the world                          safe for diversity.  For, in the                          final analysis, our most basic link                          is that we all inhabit this small                          planet.  We all breathe thesame                          air.  We all cherish our children's                          future.  And we are all mortal...               CONCLUDING KENNEDY IMAGERY               Diplomats at the United Nations... AdlaiStevenson, Castor...                Martin Luther King and the March on Washington (a snatch of                his "I Have a Dream" speech)... Bobby Kennedy and Jimmy Hoffa                going at it... U.S.  Steel Chairman's


ï»¿The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Duke's Children, by Anthony TrollopeThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away orre-use itunder the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.orgTitle: The Duke's ChildrenAuthor: Anthony TrollopeRelease Date: January, 2003    [eBook #3622]Most recentlyupdated: August 20, 2007Language: English***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE DUKE'S CHILDREN***E-text prepared by Kenneth David Cooper and revised by Joseph E.Loewenstein, M.D.THEDUKE'S CHILDRENbyANTHONY TROLLOPEFirst published in serial form in _All the Year Round_in 1879 and 1880 and in book form in 1880CONTENTS         I. When the Duchess Was Dead        II. Lady MaryPalliser       III. Francis Oliphant Tregear        IV. Park Lane         V. "It Is Impossible"        VI. Major Tifto       VII. Conservative Convictions      VIII. "He Is a Gentleman"        IX. "In Medias Res"         X. "Why Not LikeRomeo If I Feel Like Romeo?"        XI. "Cruel"       XII. At Richmond      XIII. The Duke's Injustice       XIV. The New Member for Silverbridge        XV. The Duke Receives a Letter,--and Writes One       XVI. "PoorBoy"      XVII. The Derby     XVIII. One of the Results of the Derby       XIX. "No; My Lord, I Do Not"        XX. "Then He Will Come Again"       XXI. Sir Timothy Beeswax      XXII. The Duke in His Study     XXIII. FrankTregear Wants a Friend      XXIV. "She Must Be Made to Obey"       XXV. A Family Breakfast-Table      XXVI. Dinner at the Beargarden     XXVII. Major Tifto and the Duke    XXVIII. Mrs. Montacute Jones'sGarden-Party      XXIX. The Lovers Meet       XXX. What Came of the Meeting      XXXI. Miss Boncassen's River-Party. No. 1     XXXII. Miss Boncassen's River-Party. No. 2    XXXIII. The Langham Hotel     XXXIV. LordPopplecourt      XXXV. "Don't You Think--?"     XXXVI. Tally-Ho Lodge    XXXVII. Grex   XXXVIII. Crummie-Toddie     XXXIX. Killancodlem        XL. "And Then!"       XLI. Ischl      XLII. Again at Killancodlem     XLIII.What Happened at Doncaster      XLIV. How It Was Done       XLV. "There Shall Not Be Another Word About It"      XLVI. Lady Mary's Dream     XLVII. Miss Boncassen's Idea of Heaven    XLVIII. The Party at Custins IsBroken Up      XLIX. The Major's Fate         L. The Duke's Arguments        LI. The Duke's Guests       LII. Miss Boncassen Tells the Truth      LIII. "Then I Am As Proud As a Queen"       LIV. "I Don't Think She Is aSnake"        LV. Polpenno       LVI. The News Is Sent to Matching      LVII. The Meeting at "The Bobtailed Fox"     LVIII. The Major Is Deposed       LIX. No One Can Tell What May Come to Pass        LX. Lord Gerald inFurther Trouble       LXI. "Bone of My Bone"      LXII. The Brake Country     LXIII. "I've Seen 'Em Like That Before"      LXIV. "I Believe Him to Be a Worthy Young Man"       LXV. "Do You Ever Think What MoneyIs?"      LXVI. The Three Attacks     LXVII. "He Is Such a Beast"    LXVIII. Brook Street      LXIX. "Pert Poppet!"       LXX. "Love May Be a Great Misfortune"      LXXI. "What Am I to Say, Sir?"     LXXII. CarltonTerrace    LXXIII. "I Have Never Loved You"     LXXIV. "Let Us Drink a Glass of Wine Together"      LXXV. The Major's Story     LXXVI. On Deportment    LXXVII. "Mabel, Good-Bye"   LXXVIII. The Duke Returns toOffice     LXXIX. The First Wedding      LXXX. The Second WeddingCHAPTER IWhen the Duchess Was DeadNo one, probably, ever felt himself to be more alone in the worldthan our old friend, the Duke of Omnium, whenthe Duchess died. Whenthis sad event happened he had ceased to be Prime Minister. Duringthe first nine months after he had left office he and the Duchessremained in England. Then they had gone abroad, taking withthemtheir three children. The eldest, Lord Silverbridge, had been atOxford, but had had his career there cut short by some more thanordinary youthful folly, which had induced his father to agree withthe collegeauthorities that his name had better be taken off thecollege books,--all which had been cause of very great sorrow tothe Duke. The other boy was to go to Cambridge; but his father hadthought it well to give him atwelvemonth's run on the Continent,under his own inspection. Lady Mary, the only daughter, was theyoungest of the family, and she also had been with them on theContinent. They remained the full year abroad,travelling with alarge accompaniment of tutors, lady's-maids, couriers, and sometimesfriends. I do not know that the Duchess or the Duke had enjoyed itmuch; but the young people had seen something of foreigncourts andmuch of foreign scenery, and had perhaps perfected their French. TheDuke had gone to work at his travels with a full determination tocreate for himself occupation out of a new kind of life. He hadstudiedDante, and had striven to arouse himself to ecstatic joyamidst the loveliness of the Italian lakes. But through it all hehad been aware that he had failed. The Duchess had made no suchresolution,--had hardly, perhaps,made any attempt; but, in truth,they had both sighed to be back among the war-trumpets. They had bothsuffered much among the trumpets, and yet they longed to return. Hetold himself from day to day, that thoughhe had been banished fromthe House of Commons, still, as a peer, he had a seat in Parliament,and that, though he was no longer a minister, still he might beuseful as a legislator. She, in her career as a leader offashion,had no doubt met with some trouble,--with some trouble but with nodisgrace; and as she had been carried about among the lakes andmountains, among the pictures and statues, among the countsandcountesses, she had often felt that there was no happiness except inthat dominion which circumstances had enabled her to achieve once,and might enable her to achieve again--in the realms of Londonsociety.Then,in the early spring of 187--, they came back to England, havingpersistently carried out their project, at any rate in regard totime. Lord Gerald, the younger son, was at once sent up to Trinity.For the eldest son a seatwas to be found in the House of Commons,and the fact that a dissolution of Parliament was expected served toprevent any prolonged sojourn abroad. Lady Mary Palliser was at thattime nineteen, and her entrance intothe world was to be her mother'sgreat care and great delight. In March they spent a few days inLondon, and then went down to Matching Priory. When she left town theDuchess was complaining of cold, sore throat, anddebility. A weekafter their arrival at Matching she was dead.Had the heavens fallen and mixed themselves with the earth, had thepeople of London risen in rebellion with French ideas of equality,had the Queenpersistently declined to comply with the constitutionaladvice of her ministers, had a majority in the House of Commons lostits influence in the country,--the utter prostration of the berefthusband could not have beenmore complete. It was not only that hisheart was torn to pieces, but that he did not know how to look outinto the world. It was as though a man should be suddenly called uponto live without hands or even arms. Hewas helpless, and knew himselfto be helpless. Hitherto he had never specially acknowledged tohimself that his wife was necessary to him as a component part of hislife. Though he had loved her dearly, and had in allthings consultedher welfare and happiness, he had at times been inclined to thinkthat in the exuberance of her spirits she had been a troublerather than a support to him. But now it was as though all outsideapplianceswere taken away from him. There was no one of whom hecould ask a question.For it may be said of this man that, though throughout his life hehad had many Honourable and Right Honourable friends, and thatthoughhe had entertained guests by the score, and though he had achievedfor himself the respect of all good men and the thorough admirationof some few who knew him, he had hardly made for himself asingleintimate friend--except that one who had now passed away from him. Toher he had been able to say what he thought, even though she wouldoccasionally ridicule him while he was declaring his feelings. Buttherehad been no other human soul to whom he could open himself.There were one or two whom he loved, and perhaps liked; but hisloving and his liking had been exclusively political. He had sohabituated himself to devotehis mind and his heart to the service ofhis country, that he had almost risen above or sunk below humanity.But she, who had been essentially human, had been a link between himand the world.There were his threechildren, the youngest of whom was now nearlynineteen, and they surely were links! At the first moment of hisbereavement they were felt to be hardly more than burdens. A moreloving father there was not in England,but nature had made him soundemonstrative that as yet they had hardly known his love. In alltheir joys and in all their troubles, in all their desires and alltheir disappointments, they had ever gone to their mother. Shehadbeen conversant with everything about them, from the boys' billsand the girl's gloves to the innermost turn in the heart and thedisposition of each. She had known with the utmost accuracy thenature of the scrapesinto which Lord Silverbridge had precipitatedhimself, and had known also how probable it was that Lord Geraldwould do the same. The results of such scrapes she, of course,deplored; and therefore she would give goodcounsel, pointing out howimperative it was that such evil-doings should be avoided; but withthe spirit that produced the scrapes she fully sympathised. Thefather disliked the spirit almost worse than the results; andwastherefore often irritated and unhappy.And the difficulties about the girl were almost worse to bear thanthose about the boys. She had done nothing wrong. She had given nosigns of extravagance or other juvenilemisconduct. But she wasbeautiful and young. How was he to bring her out into the world? Howwas he to decide whom she should or whom she should not marry? Howwas he to guide her through the shoals and rockswhich lay in thepath of such a girl before she can achieve matrimony?It was the fate of the family that, with a world of acquaintance,they had not many friends. From all close connection with relativeson the side of theDuchess they had been dissevered by old feelingsat first, and afterwards by want of any similitude in the habitsof life. She had, when young, been repressed by male and femaleguardians with an iron hand. Suchrepression had been needed, and hadbeen perhaps salutary, but it had not left behind it much affection.And then her nearest relatives were not sympathetic with the Duke. Hecould obtain no assistance in the care of hisgirl from that source.Nor could he even do it from his own cousins' wives, who were hisnearest connections on the side of the Pallisers. They were womento whom he had ever been kind, but to whom he had neveropened hisheart. When, in the midst of the stunning sorrow of the first week,he tried to think of all this, it seemed to him that there wasnobody.There had been one lady, a very dear ally, staying in the house withthemwhen the Duchess died. This was Mrs. Finn, the wife of PhineasFinn, who had been one of the Duke's colleagues when in office.How it had come to pass that Mrs. Finn and the Duchess had becomesingularly boundtogether has been told elsewhere. But there had beenclose bonds,--so close that when the Duchess on their return from theContinent had passed through London on her way to Matching, ill atthe time and verycomfortless, it had been almost a thing of course,that Mrs. Finn should go with her. And as she had sunk, and thendespaired, and then died, it was this woman who had always been ather side, who had ministered toher, and had listened to the fearsand the wishes and hopes she had expressed respecting the children.At Matching, amidst the ruins of the old Priory, there is a parishburying-ground, and there, in accordance with herown wish, almostwithin sight of her own bedroom-window, she was buried. On the dayof the funeral a dozen relatives came, Pallisers and M'Closkies, whoon such an occasion were bound to show themselves, asmembers of thefamily. With them and his two sons the Duke walked across to thegraveyard, and then walked back; but even to those who stayed thenight at the house he hardly spoke. By noon on the following daytheyhad all left him, and the only stranger in the house was Mrs. Finn.On the afternoon of the day after the funeral the Duke and his guestmet, almost for the first time since the sad event. There had beenjust apressure of the hand, just a glance of compassion, just somemurmur of deep sorrow,--but there had been no real speech betweenthem. Now he had sent for her, and she went down to him in the roomin which hecommonly sat at work. He was seated at his table when sheentered, but there was no book open before him, and no pen ready tohis hand. He was dressed of course in black. That, indeed, was usualwith him, but nowthe tailor by his funereal art had added somedeeper dye of blackness to his appearance. When he rose and turned toher she thought that he had at once become an old man. His hair wasgrey in parts, and he had neveraccustomed himself to use that skillin managing his outside person by which many men are able to preservefor themselves a look, if not of youth, at any rate of freshness.He was thin, of an adust complexion, and hadacquired a habit ofstooping which, when he was not excited, gave him an appearance ofage. All that was common to him; but now it was so much exaggeratedthat he who was not yet fifty might have been taken to beover sixty.He put out his hand to greet her as she came up to him."Silverbridge," he said, "tells me that you go back to Londonto-morrow.""I thought it would be best, Duke. My presence here can be of nocomfort toyou.""I will not say that anything can be of comfort. But of course itis right that you should go. I can have no excuse for asking you toremain. While there was yet a hope for her--" Then he stopped, unableto say a wordfurther in that direction, and yet there was no sign ofa tear and no sound of a sob."Of course I would stay, Duke, if I could be of any service.""Mr. Finn will expect you to return to him.""Perhaps it would be better that Ishould say that I would stay wereit not that I know that I can be of no real service.""What do you mean by that, Mrs. Finn?""Lady Mary should have with her at such a time some other friend.""There was none otherwhom her mother loved as she loved you--none,none." This he said almost with energy."There was no one lately, Duke, with whom circumstances causedher mother to be so closely intimate. But even that perhapswasunfortunate.""I never thought so.""That is a great compliment. But as to Lady Mary, will it notbe as well that she should have with her, as soon as possible,someone,--perhaps someone of her own kindred if it bepossible, or,if not that, at least one of her own kind?""Who is there? Whom do you mean?""I mean no one. It is hard, Duke, to say what I do mean, but perhapsI had better try. There will be,--probably there havebeen,--someamong your friends who have regretted the great intimacy which chanceproduced between me and my lost friend. While she was with us no suchfeeling would have sufficed to drive me from her. She hadchosen forherself, and if others disapproved her choice that was nothing to me.But as regards Lady Mary, it will be better, I think, that from thebeginning she should be taught to look for friendship and guidancetothose--to those who are more naturally connected with her.""I was not thinking of any guidance," said the Duke."Of course not. But with one so young, where there is intimacy therewill be guidance. There should besomebody with her. It was almostthe last thought that occupied her mother's mind. I could not tellher, Duke, but I can tell you, that I cannot with advantage to yourgirl be that somebody.""Cora wished it.""Her wishes,probably, were sudden and hardly fixed.""Who should it be, then?" asked the father, after a pause."Who am I, Duke, that I should answer such a question?"After that there was another pause, and then the conferencewas endedby a request from the Duke that Mrs. Finn would stay at Matching foryet two days longer. At dinner they all met,--the father, the threechildren, and Mrs. Finn. How far the young people among themselveshadbeen able to throw off something of the gloom of death need nothere be asked; but in the presence of their father they were sad andsombre, almost as he was. On the next day, early in the morning, theyounger ladreturned to his college, and Lord Silverbridge went up toLondon, where he was supposed to have his home."Perhaps you would not mind reading these letters," the Duke said toMrs. Finn, when she again went to him, incompliance with a messagefrom him asking for her presence. Then she sat down and read twoletters, one from Lady Cantrip, and the other from a Mrs. JeffreyPalliser, each of which contained an invitation for hisdaughter,and expressed a hope that Lady Mary would not be unwilling to spendsome time with the writer. Lady Cantrip's letter was long, and wentminutely into circumstances. If Lady Mary would come to her, shewouldabstain from having other company in the house till her youngfriend's spirits should have somewhat recovered themselves. Nothingcould be more kind, or proposed in a sweeter fashion. There had,however, beenpresent to the Duke's mind as he read it a feeling thata proposition to a bereaved husband to relieve him of the societyof an only daughter, was not one which would usually be made toa father. In such a position achild's company would probablybe his best solace. But he knew,--at this moment he painfullyremembered,--that he was not as are other men. He acknowledged thetruth of this, but he was not the less grieved andirritated by thereminder. The letter from Mrs. Jeffrey Palliser was to the sameeffect, but was much shorter. If it would suit Mary to come to themfor a month or six weeks at their place in Gloucestershire, theywould bothbe delighted."I should not choose her to go there," said the Duke, as Mrs. Finnrefolded the latter letter. "My cousin's wife is a very good woman,but Mary would not be happy with her.""Lady Cantrip is an excellent friendfor her.""Excellent. I know no one whom I esteem more than Lady Cantrip.""Would you wish her to go there, Duke?"There came a wistful piteous look over the father's face. Why shouldhe be treated as no other fatherwould be treated? Why should itbe supposed that he would desire to send his girl away from him?But yet he felt that it would be better that she should go. It washis present purpose to remain at Matching through aportion of thesummer. What could he do to make a girl happy? What comfort wouldthere be in his companionship?"I suppose she ought to go somewhere," he said."I had not thought of it," said Mrs. Finn."I understoodyou to say," replied the Duke, almost angrily, "thatshe ought to go to someone who would take care of her.""I was thinking of some friend coming to her.""Who would come? Who is there that I could possibly ask? Youwill notstay.""I certainly would stay, if it were for her good. I was thinking,Duke, that perhaps you might ask the Greys to come to you.""They would not come," he said, after a pause."When she was told that it was forher sake, she would come, Ithink."Then there was another pause. "I could not ask them," he said; "forhis sake I could not have it put to her in that way. Perhaps Mary hadbetter go to Lady Cantrip. Perhaps I had betterbe alone here for atime. I do not think that I am fit to have any human being here withme in my sorrow."CHAPTER IILady Mary PalliserIt may as well be said at once that Mrs. Finn knew something of LadyMary whichwas not known to the father, and which she was not yetprepared to make known to him. The last winter abroad had been passedat Rome, and there Lady Mary Palliser had become acquainted with acertain Mr.Tregear,--Francis Oliphant Tregear. The Duchess, who hadbeen in constant correspondence with her friend, had asked questionsby letter as to Mr. Tregear, of whom she had only known that hewas the younger son of aCornish gentleman, who had become LordSilverbridge's friend at Oxford. In this there had certainly been butlittle to recommend him to the intimacy of such a girl as Lady MaryPalliser. Nor had the Duchess, whenwriting, ever spoken of him as aprobable suitor for her daughter's hand. She had never connected thetwo names together. But Mrs. Finn had been clever enough to perceivethat the Duchess had become fond of Mr.Tregear, and would willinglyhave heard something to his advantage. And she did hear something tohis advantage,--something also to his disadvantage. At his mother'sdeath this young man would inherit a property