"No, Hal. I only know more of it than you. This curse has made life an unspeakable burden, a doom instead of a privilege. It has disappointed my friends, and subjected me to humiliations and agonies such that death seems to me a refuge; and yet it was all in its beginning mere thoughtlessness and ignorance. I was lost before I knew it." "But you are not lost, and you shall not be!" I exclaimed, "you are good for more than most men now, and you will come through this." "Never! to be just as others are. I shall be a vessel with a crack in it, always." "Well, a vase of fine porcelain with a crack in it is better than earthenware without," I said. "If I had not disappointed myself and my friends so often," said Bolton, "I might look on myself as sound and sane. But the mere sight and smell of the wine at Westerford's dinner gave me a giddy sensation that alarmed me; it showed that I was not yet out of danger, and it made me resolve to strengthen my self by making you my keeper. You have the advantage of perfectly healthy nerves that have come to manhood without the strain of any false stimulus, and you can be strong for both of us." "God grant it!" said I, earnestly. "But I warn you that, if the curse comes upon me you are not to trust me. I am a Christian and a man of honor in my sane moments, but let me tell you one glass of wine would make me a liar on this subject. I should lie, and intrigue, and deceive the very elect, to get at the miserable completion of the aroused fury, and there are times when I am so excited that I fear I may take that first irrevocable step; it is a horror, a nightmare, a temptation of the devil,--for that there is a devil, men with my experience know; but there is a kind of safety in having a friend of a steady pulse with me who knows all. The mere fact that you do know helps hold me firm." "Bolton," said I, "the situation you offer to Caroline in the care of the _Ladies' Cabinet_ will of course oblige her to come to New York. Shall you meet her and renew your acquaintance?" "I do not desire to," he said. There was a slight hesitancy and faltering of his voice as he spoke. "Yet it can hardly be possible that you will not meet; you will have arrangements to make with her." "That is one of the uses, among others, of having you. All that relates to her affairs will pass through you; and now, let us talk of the magazine and its programme for the season. What is the reason, Hal, that you waste your forces in short sketches? Why do you not boldly dash out into a serial story? Come, now, I am resolved among other things on a serial story by Harry Henderson." "And I will recommend a taking title," cried Jim Fellows, who came in as we were talking, and stood behind my chair. "Let us have _HENDERSON'S HORROR; or, The Mystery of the Bloody Latch-Key._