THE DOUBLE GARDEN _By the Same Author_: THE TREASURE OF THE HUMBLE. Translated by ALFRED SUTRO. 12mo. $1.75. WISDOM AND DESTINY. Translated by ALFRED SUTRO. 12mo. $1.75. THE LIFE OF THE BEE. Translated by ALFRED SUTRO. 12mo. $1.40 _net_. SISTER BEATRICE AND ARDIANE AND BARBE BLEUE. Translated by BERNARD MIALL. 12mo. $1.20 _net_. THE BURIED TEMPLE. Translated by ALFRED SUTRO. 12mo. $1.40 _net_. THOUGHTS FROM MAETERLINCK. Arranged by E. S. S. 12mo. $1.20 _net_. THE DOUBLE GARDEN. Translated by ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS. 12mo. $1.40 _net_. The Double Garden BY MAURICE MAETERLINCK _Translated by_ ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS [Illustration: Decoration] NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1904 COPYRIGHT, 1902, BY HARPER & BROTHERS COPYRIGHT, 1903, BY HARPER & BROTHERS, THE CENTURY CO. COPYRIGHT, 1904, BY MAURICE MAETERLINCK, HARPER & BROTHERS, THE CENTURY CO., THE ESS ESS PUBLISHING CO., AINSLEE'S MAGAZINE CO. COPYRIGHT, 1904, BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY _Published May, 1904_ BURR PRINTING HOUSE NEW YORK _NOTE_ _Of the sixteen essays in this volume, some have appeared in London: in the_ International Library of Famous Literature, _the_ Fortnightly Review, _the_ Daily Mail _and_ London Opinion; _some in the following American Reviews: the_ Century Magazine, _the_ Bookman, _the_ Critic, _the_ Smart Set, Ainslee's Magazine, _the_ Metropolitan Magazine, Harper's Magazine _and_ Harper's Bazar. _The author's thanks are due to the respective proprietors of these publications for their permission to republish in the present volume._ Contents PAGE OUR FRIEND, THE DOG 11 THE TEMPLE OF CHANCE 47 IN PRAISE OF THE SWORD! 67 DEATH AND THE CROWN 83 UNIVERSAL SUFFRAGE 99 THE MODERN DRAMA 115 THE FORETELLING OF THE FUTURE 139 IN AN AUTOMOBILE 171 NEWS OF SPRING 189 THE WRATH OF THE BEE 205 FIELD FLOWERS 219 CHRYSANTHEMUMS 233 OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 251 SINCERITY 279 PORTRAIT OF A LADY 295 THE LEAF OF OLIVE 317 THE DOUBLE GARDEN OUR FRIEND, THE DOG I I have lost, within these last few days, a little bull-dog. He had just completed the sixth month of his brief existence. He had no history. His intelligent eyes opened to look out upon the world, to love mankind, then closed again on the cruel secrets of death. The friend who presented me with him had given him, perhaps by antiphrasis, the startling name of Pelléas. Why rechristen him? For how can a poor dog, loving, devoted, faithful, disgrace the name of a man or an imaginary hero?