Types of Prose Narratives: A Text-Book for the Story WriterFansler, Harriott Ely
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Types of Prose Narratives: A Text-Book for the Story Writer
Fansler, Harriott Ely
English prose literature; Storytelling
We went in again, shut the door, and resumed our seats. I was thinking
how best to improve this advantage, if it might be called one, when he
took up the conversation in such a matter-of-course way, so assuming
that there could be no serious question of fact between us, that I felt
myself placed in the weakest of positions.
"By this time you will fully understand, sir," he said, "that what
troubles me so dreadfully is the question, What does the spectre mean?"
I was not sure, I told him, that I did fully understand.
"What is its warning against?" he said, ruminating, with his eyes on
the fire and only by times turning them on me. "What is the danger?
Where is the danger? There is danger overhanging somewhere on the line.
Some dreadful calamity will happen. It is not to be doubted this third
time after what has gone before. But surely this is a cruel haunting of
me. What can I do?"
He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the drops from his heated
forehead.
"If I telegraph danger on either side of me, or on both, I can give no
reason for it," he went on, wiping the palms of his hands. "I should
get into trouble and do no good. They would think I was mad. This is
the way it would work--Message: 'Danger! Take care!' Answered: 'What
danger? Where?' Message: 'Don't know. But for God's sake, take care!'
They would discharge me. What else could they do?"
His pain of mind was most pitiable to see. It was the mental torture
of a conscientious man oppressed beyond endurance by an unintelligible
responsibility involving life.
"When it first stood under the danger-light," he went on, putting his
dark hair back from his head and drawing his hands outward across and
across his temples in an extremity of feverish distress, "why not
tell me where that accident was to happen, if it must happen? Why not
tell me how it could be averted, if it could have been averted? When
on its second coming it hid its face, why not tell me, instead, 'She
is going to die. Let them keep her at home?' If it came, on those
two occasions, only to show me that its warnings were true and so to
prepare me for the third, why not warn me plainly now? And I, Lord help
me! A mere poor signal man in this solitary station! Why not go to
somebody with credit to be believed and power to act?"
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