The Jessica Letters: An Editor's Romance — John Shaqi
The Jessica Letters: An Editor's RomanceHarris, Corra
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The Jessica Letters: An Editor's Romance
Harris, Corra
Editors -- Fiction
I saw his hands clench together feebly here, and then there was no more
motion. Presently I looked into his face, and I knew that no sound of my
voice, nor any sound of the world, could ever reach him again; for the
story of his unspeakable sorrow, like the ruin of Troy, had been told to
the end. He had spoken not a single word; he had carried the silence of
his soul into the infinite silences of death. The secret of his life had
passed with him. I shall probably never know what early dreams and
ambitions had faded into this squalid despair. And his pitiful wan-faced
boy--who was the child's mother? I am glad I do not know; I am only glad I
can tell him of your love. I shall see that the father is buried decently
with a wooden slab to distinguish his grave from the innumerable dead who
rest in the earth. Might we not print above his body the last words of the
poem he seems to have loved so much: _Fugit indignata sub umbras_! For I
think it was the indignity of shame in the end that killed him. Is he not
now all that Caesar and Virgil are? Shall he not sleep as peacefully in his
pauper's bed as the great General Grant in that mausoleum raised by the
river's side?--Commonplace thoughts that came to me as I sat for a while
musing in the presence of death; but is not death the inevitable
commonplace that shall put to rout all our originality in the end?
And all the while our Jack was sitting perfectly motionless by the window,
looking out into the court--into the blue sky, I think. I picked up one of
his thin hands and said to him: "Little Jack, your father has gone away
from us and is at rest. There is a beautiful lady in the South who loves
you as she loves me; will not her love make you happy?" He did not appear
to understand me, but shrank into himself as if afraid. Indeed, sweet
benefactress, I shall send him into the country somewhere as you bid me,
and I shall see that your love brings him greater happiness than it has
brought me, for with him you shall not withdraw with one hand what you
have held out in the other.
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