The Shadowy Third, and Other StoriesGlasgow, Ellen Anderson Gholson
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The Shadowy Third, and Other Stories
Glasgow, Ellen Anderson Gholson
American fiction; Ghost stories; Short stories, American
“There is no doubt,” remarked the journalist, looking up from a
conversation he had drifted into with a lawyer from one of the Western
States, “that the more humane spirit pervading modern civilization has
not worked wholly for good in the development of the species. Probably,
for instance, if we had followed the Spartan practice of exposing
unhealthy infants, we should have retained something of the Spartan
hardihood. Certainly if we had been content to remain barbarians both
our digestions and our nerves would have been the better for it, and
melancholia would perhaps have been unknown. But, at the same time, the
loss of a number of the more heroic virtues is overbalanced by an
increase of the softer ones. Notably, human life has never before been
regarded so sacredly.”
“On the other side,” observed the lawyer, lifting his hand to adjust his
eyeglasses, and pausing to brush a crumb from his coat, “though it is
all very well to be philanthropic to the point of pauperizing half a
community and of growing squeamish about capital punishment, the whole
thing sometimes takes a disgustingly morbid turn. Why, it seems as if
criminals were the real American heroes! Only last week I visited a man
sentenced to death for the murder of his two wives, and, by Jove, the
place was literally besieged by women sympathizers. I counted six
bunches of roses in his cell, and at least fifty notes.”
“Oh, but that is a form of nervous hysteria!” said the girl in black,
“and must be considered separately. Every sentiment has its fanatics,
philanthropy as well as religion. But we can’t judge a movement by a few
over-wrought disciples.”
“Why not?” asked the Englishman, quietly. He was a middle-aged man, with
an optimistic expression and a build of comfortable solidity. “But to
return to the original proposition. I suppose we all accept as a
self-evident truth the axiom that the highest civilization is the one in
which the highest value is placed upon individual life.”
“And happiness,” added the girl in black.
“And happiness,” assented the Englishman.
“And yet,” commented the lawyer, “I think that most of us will admit
that such a society, where life is regarded as sacred because it is
valuable to the individual, not because it is valuable to the state,
tends to the non-production of heroes.”
“That the average will be higher and the exception lower,” observed the
journalist. “In other words, that there will be a general elevation of
the mass, accompanied by a corresponding lowering of the few.”
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