Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
“He needn’t have been afraid of me,” he observed dryly; “I saw in a
minute he wasn’t our fellow. And I was just enjoying myself mightily.”
The development of the fact of the presence of the officers and the
juggler’s knowledge that they were in the audience affected the
physician’s testimony and his view of the occurrence. He accounted it
an accident--the nerve of the young man, shaken by the natural anxiety
at finding himself liable to immediate arrest, was not sufficient
to carry him through the feat; he failed to shift position with the
celerity essential to the basket trick, and the uplifting of the arm,
which left the body unprotected to receive the blow, was but the
first effort to compass the swift movements necessary to the feat. The
unlucky young manager was exonerated from all blame in the matter, but
the verdict was death by accident.
Nevertheless, throughout all the years since, the argument continues.
Along the verge of those crags overlooking the valley, in the glamours
of a dreamy golden haze, with the amethystine mountains on the horizon
reflecting the splendors of the sunset sky, and with the rich content
of the summer solstice in the perfumed air; or amongst the ferns
about the fractured cliffs whence the spring wells up with a tinkling
tremor and exhilarant freshness and a cool, cool splashing as of the
veritable fountain of youth; or in the shadowy twilight of the long,
low building where the balls go crashing down the alleys; or sometimes
even in the ballroom in pauses of the dance when the music is but a
plaint, half-joy, half-pain, and the wind is singing a wild and mystic
refrain, and the moonlight comes in at the windows and lies in great
blue-white silver rhomboids on the floor despite the dull yellow glow
of the lamps,--in all these scenes which while yet in life Lucien Royce
haunted, with a sense of exile and a hopeless severance, as of a man
who is dead, the mystery of his fate revives anew and yet once more,
and continues unexplained. Conjecture fails, conclusions are vain, the
secret remains. Hey! Presto! The juggler has successfully exploited his
last feat.
The Riverside Press
CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS, U. S. A.
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