It stands to reason that Mr. Eames possessed a copy of this treatise.
An ideal annotator, he rarely indulged in speculation; his business was
to discover and co-ordinate references. Nevertheless, in regard to the
earthly life of this particular saint, he used to say: "There are some
things a man cannot help puzzling about." It irked him--her success on
Nepenthe. He knew the sailormen to be a horny-handed, skeptical,
worldly brood. Why had they imported the cult of Eulalia from Spain;
why had they chosen for their patroness a mawkish suffering nonentity,
so different from those sunny goddesses of classical days? He
concluded, lamely, that there was an element of the child in every
Southerner; that men, refusing to believe what is improbable, reserve
their credulity for what is utterly impossible; in brief, that the
prosaic sea-folk of Nepenthe were like everybody else in possessing a
grain of stupidity in their composition--"which does not bring us much
further," he would add....
At the time of this year's festival Mr. Eames was supremely happy.
Another pamphlet had come into his hands, an anonymous pamphlet making
fun of the Duchess whose reception into the Roman Church had been fixed
for the day of Saint Eulalia's festival. It bore the objectionable
title THE DIPPING OF THE DUCHESS and had presumably been indited by
some wag at the Alpha and Omega Club who disapproved of water in every
shape, even for baptismal purposes. The stuff was printed on the sly
and hastily circulated about the island--some people maintained that Mr.
Richards, the respectable Vice-President of that institution, was its
author. It was a scurrilous anti-Catholic leaflet, grossly personal and
savouring of atheism. The Duchess, on hearing of it--everything got
about on Nepenthe--was so distressed that she decided to cancel, or at
least postpone, the ceremony of her public conversion. At a meeting of
urgency convened by the priests, who were bitterly disappointed at her
attitude, it was agreed that this was no time for half-measures. A
round sum of money was voted wherewith to buy back the pernicious
pamphlet from its respective owners with a view to its destruction.
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