Short stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
At any previous moment of his life the suggestion that he could, by mere
will power, move the mind of a person a thousand miles away, so as to
reverse a deliberate decision, would have appeared to Lansing as wholly
preposterous as no doubt it does to any who read these lines. But a man,
however logical he may be on land, will grasp at a straw when drowning,
as if it were a log. Pinney had no need to use arguments or adjurations
to induce Lansing to adopt his suggestion. The man before him was in
no mood to balance probabilities against improbabilities. It was enough
that the project offered a chance of success, albeit infinitesimal; for
on the other hand there was nothing but an intolerable despair, and a
fate that truly seemed more than flesh and blood could bear.
Lansing had sprung to his feet while Pinney was speaking. “I 'm going to
try it, and may God Almighty help me!” he cried, in a terrible voice.
“Amen!” echoed Pinney.
Lansing sank into his chair again, and sat leaning slightly forward, in
a rigid attitude. The expression of his eyes at once became fixed. His
features grew tense, and the muscles of his face stood out. As if to
steady the mental strain by a physical one, he had taken from the table
a horseshoe which had lain there, and held it in a convulsive grip.
Pinney had made this extraordinary suggestion in the hope of diverting
Lansing's mind for a moment from his terrible situation, and with not so
much faith even as he feigned that it would be of any practical avail.
But now, as he looked upon the ghastly face before him, and realized
the tremendous concentration of purpose, the agony of will, which it
expressed, he was impressed that it would not be marvelous if some
marvel should be the issue. Certainly, if the will really had any such
power as Lansing was trying to exert, as so many theorists maintained,
there could never arise circumstances better calculated than these to
call forth a supreme assertion of the faculty. He went out of the room
on tiptoe, and left his friend alone to fight this strange and terrible
battle with the powers of the air for the honor of his wife and his own.
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