But assuredly not a man to be put together by piecemeal description such
as this: the very secret of his immense influence being some charm of
mystery, as there is mystery in all the people that win us and rule us
and hold us; as though we pressed our ear against this mystery and
caught there the sound of a meaning vaster than ourselves--not meant for
us but flowing away from us along the unbroken channels of the universe:
still to be flowing there long after we ourselves are stilled.
* * * * *
Thus he stood in his library that morning when his son left him, brought
to a stop in the road of life as by a straw fallen at his feet borne on
a rising wind--another harbinger of a coming storm.
By and by not far away a door on that side of the house was slammed. The
sound of muffled feet was heard on the porch and then the laughter of
children as they bounded across the yard. As his ear caught the noises,
he hurried to the window and looked out; and then he threw up the sash
and hailed them loudly:--
"Ho, there! you winter snow-birds without wings!"
As the children wheeled and paused, he smiled and shook his
forefinger:--
"Remember to keep those two red mouths closed and to breathe through
those two red noses!" and then as he recalled some exercises which he
had lately been putting them through, he added with ironic emphasis,
laughing the while:--
"And when you breathe, remember to bring into play those two invaluable
little American diaphragms and those two priceless pairs of American
ribs!"
The little girl nodded repeatedly to indicate that she could understand
if she would and would obey if she cared; and putting her red-mittened
finger-tips to her lips, she threw him a good-by with a wide sweeping
gesture of the arms to right and left. And the boy made a soldierly
salute, touching a hand to his skull-cap with the uncouth rigor of a
veteran in the raw: then they bounded off again.
The doctor drew down the sash and watched them.
A hundred yards from the house the ground sloped to a limestone spring
at the foot of the hill--a characteristic Kentucky formation. From this
spring issued a brook, on the banks of which stood a clump of forest
trees, bathing their roots in the moisture. Upon reaching the brow of
this hill, the boy lagged behind his sister as though to elude her
observation; then turning looked back at his father--looked but made no
sign: a little upright pillar of life on the brow of that declivity:
then he dropped out of sight.
A few moments later up over the hill where he was last seen a little
cloud of autumn leaves came scurrying. As they neared the wall of the
house where the wind by pressure veered skyward to clear the roof, some
of the leaves were caught up and dashed against the windowpanes behind
which the doctor was standing. Had the sash been raised, they would have
thrown themselves into his arms and have clung to his neck and breast.
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