The Threatening EyeKnight, E. F. (Edward Frederick)
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The Threatening Eye
Knight, E. F. (Edward Frederick)
Fiction
As long as the man is strong, the whirl of wild amusements may do little
harm. He may, in spite of his rackety youth, become a leader of his
profession. The lives of many of our greatest judges have been
notorious. But, for these few hard ones that do pass through unscathed
or slightly wounded, how many fall and perish! How many, in that
apprenticeship to the legal profession, play so fiercely in the frequent
leisure, that at last, when the work does come, they cannot do it--it is
too late! The giants survive--the pigmies are destroyed. Some of these
Old Bailey men, we know, have drank deeply in the old-fashioned way, and
have thrown themselves into every form of dissipation for forty years
and more, and yet are at the top of their branch of the profession. But,
young man, before you set out to emulate their ways, and live their
lives, remember that they are as one in a hundred, and consider whether
you are stronger than ninety-nine men out of a hundred.
It is so easy for a jolly good fellow to degenerate into the drunkard;
then to the disreputable drunkard--cut by all his acquaintance; and then
to the wreck.
Thus was it with the unfortunate Tommy Hudson. His youth, his beauty,
his wit, were all gone; and people now seeing the abject wretch for the
first time would never have guessed what he once had been.
No wonder that men, observing such things, carry their gospel of
temperance to fanaticism--indeed, no wonder!
And so this nervous wretch stooped there over his drink, casting fierce,
furtive glances around him like some hunted animal, as is the way of
one on the brink of delirium tremens--ever impressed with an idea that
those around were watching him, and talking of him.
Dr. Duncan, who had been spending the evening at a neighbouring theatre,
came into the Albion to have some supper before going home.
His passion for Mary and her strange behaviour, when he declared his
love to her at his last interview, had disturbed him greatly, so that,
contrary to his wont, he had been nightly visiting some theatre or other
place of amusement, with the vain hope of distracting his mind from the
uneasy misery which oppressed it, and almost unfitted him for work.
Since that interview, she had rather avoided him, and he had held no
conversation with her, save of the briefest and most matter-of-fact
description, in the course of their respective duties in the hospital.
There was a gloom on the doctor's brow, and his usually keen-glancing
eye was dull of expression. As he walked to an unoccupied table in the
corner of the room, he took no notice of anything that was going on
around him.
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