The Crime of Henry Vane: A Study with a MoralStimson, Frederic Jesup
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The Crime of Henry Vane: A Study with a Moral
Stimson, Frederic Jesup
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Single men -- Fiction
Vane was a flippant young fellow, with a French education; fond of the
world, of which, as he then thought, he knew much. Yet the _Figaro_ and
the Bois de Boulogne and the _Palais-Royal_, or even the _Français_,
did not seem to satisfy him, that day. And all for a little "Mees
Anglaise!" How his friends would laugh at him! He was very young--they
would say; very young for a _grande passion_. And then they would laugh
again. But Vane felt sure that he should never get over it.
What the deuce did fellows do in his position? He felt a wild desire
for adventure and excitement; but excitement and adventure were
expensive; unless there happened to be a war, and you went officially.
But he had not many illusions of romance in war. He knew men who had
been at Woerth and Gravelotte. Then there was travel. But this, also,
was expensive. Old Prunier, the Professor, had made an expedition
through Soudan the year before, and it had cost him eight hundred
thousand francs. Moreover, you had to be up on rocks and beetles and
things, to make your trip of any use to the world. And Vane had not yet
given up all idea of being of use in the world. Besides, even Prunier's
expedition had not ended in much, except a row with the Portuguese
missionaries on the subject of the slave trade. These Christian slavers
had met Prunier's remonstrances with the plausible argument that it was
better for the negroes to be slaves in a Christian country, and save
their souls, than free on earth and damned when they died. Prunier had
consequently reported a crying need for a better article of missionary
in Central Africa. But Vane could not go as a missionary. He felt that
his confidence in Providence, at that moment, was not hardy enough to
bear transplanting into the native South African mind, through the
medium of a Turanian dialect.
He might seek the land of his nativity, and make his four thousand a
year, eight thousand. His father's business, for the moment, lay in
Bellefontaine. He did not in the least know where Bellefontaine was,
but the name had a civilized sound. And she was going to Switzerland.
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