A: A| 0! 0! 1 | 4l 2\ 3| 9 = 5 1 0[ HE INTELLECTUAL MISS LAMB FLORENCE MORSE KINGSLEY -y ^ r^B-CLARK£ C0 . B0OKSELL£?S55TAT| ONF( ; r , THE INTELLECTUAL MISS LAMB You '11 ha vi- to help me gel him out ofhi uTHE INTELLECTUAL MISS LAMB BY FLORENCE MORSE KINGSLEY AUTHOR OF "THE TRANSFIGURATION OF MISS PHILURA," "THE RESURRECTION OF MISS CYNTHIA," ETC. NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO 1906 lr Copyright, 1906, by The Century Co. Published May, jqo6 THE DE VINNE PRESS THE INTELLECTUAL MISS LAMB THE INTELLECTUAL MISS LAMB MISS R. LAMB was pretty. This might be set down as merely an agreeable statement per- taining to Miss Lamb's sentient bodily structure, had her prettiness been of the palely classic or even of the darkly severe order. But the sort of exuberantly youthful, kit- tenish beauty exhibited in Miss Lamb's pink and white, curl- shaded, cherubic countenance was [3] THE INTELLECTUAL not far from being ridiculous when one perforce took into ac- count the correlative fact that Miss Lamb was little more than a walk- ing edition of the great Great- head's "Physiological Psychology." Now, the merest tyro in book-mak- ing would know better than to in- vest a profound treatise on the "Philosophy of Mind" with a rose- colored binding pranked out with a profusion of gold curlicues and il- luminated text. And this simple illustration exactly fits Miss Lamb's case: her binding, if one may use the term, was strikingly inappropriate. It is altogether probable that [4] MISS LAMB Miss Lamb herself recognized the fact and deplored it, for she inva- riably wore the primmest and plain- est of plain gray gowns when en- gaged in the arduous duties of her profession, and her tendrilly yellow hair was sternly inhibited from the liberties it would have liked behind her pink little ears. More than once she was observed to blush angrily when new students focused dreamy stares of admiration upon her un- deniable charms. Later, these un- wary ones were likely to forget that their instructor's eyes were the color of early violets, in their efforts to recall the illusive state- ments of psychology. The inci- [5] THE INTELLECTUAL sive coldness of Miss Lamb's de- meanor upon such occasions was sufficient to chill the most exuber- ant of her youthful admirers into a state of objectified reluctantism, than which there is nothing more unpleasant, when one comes to un- derstand what the term means. Miss Lamb was known to be working for her doctor's degree with the same avid persistency which she had displayed in obtain- ing lesser honors. To this praise- worthy end her corridor door frequently bore the legend: "En- gaged; do not knock or enter." It was Meredith Randolph who inscribed the words "To whom?" [6] MISS LAMB after the word "Engaged," a piece of impudence by no means original with Meredith, no fewer than twenty elderly alumnae claiming to have invented it in the eighties. The original thing, as might have been expected, happened next : Miss Randolph not only knocked, but entered. She also stopped behind the closed door an unconscionable length of time. "What in the world— ?" yawned Spriggy Post, when the flushed ad- venturess at length emerged to view. "We 've watched that door for an hour, and had come to the painful conclusion that you had been sacrificed on the stony altar [7] THE INTELLECTUAL of science. The creature 's cold- blooded enough to vivisect an angel." "Your closing remark very neat- ly describes what took place, Miss Post," said Meredith. "Allow me to tender my congratulations upon the astonishing development of your intuitive faculties. I agree with you that 'the creature is en- tirely inhuman at present, and therefore, after careful study of correlative psychoses, I 've decided to ruin her career." "What do you care about her career?" sniffed Nancy Powell. "She's R. Lamb, B.A., M.A., al- ready, and she'll shortly annex [8] MISS LAMB Ph.D. to the list. After that, in the course of nature, she'll ripen off, so to speak, till she looks like a last year's mullein-stalk. Those pinky blondes always do." "What does 'R.' stand for?" lazily inquired a freshman. "Riddle-of-the-sphinx, my inno- cent young friend," Miss Post told her. "That is one of the one hun- dred and one weird peculiarities about Lamby: she has never seen fit to acquaint an interested public with the title she bore as a studious infant. She told Merry Ran' that inasmuch as her given name did not coalesce with the definite aims and purposes of her career, she had [9] THE INTELLECTUAL decided to suppress it. The other one hundred delightful idiosyn- crasies which distinguish the lady you will find out for yourself be- fore you take your degree, and far be it from me to forestall the joys of discovery." "On the contrary, our young- friend will have to be quick about it," observed Miss Randolph; "for precisely at this point you will ob- serve the formation of an exceed- ingly complex psychophysical hal- lucination which will inevitably lead our beloved Lamby to the matrimonial altar." "To the zvhat?" intoned the au- [10] MISS LAMB dicnce, like the chorus of a Greek tragedy. "Matrimonial altar was the des- tination I mentioned," mildly re- plied Miss Randolph. "Some of you are already aware that I am to be married to Jimmy Sayre in July ; but you probably do not know that Miss R. Lamb, M.A., will of- ficiate on that festive occasion as maid of honor." "No!" responded the chorus, with fine rendition of despairing negation. "Yes," amended Miss Randolph, cheerfully. "I 've asked her, and she's consented." [»] THE INTELLECTUAL "What did she say when you asked her?" inquired Miss Post, with unconcealed curiosity. "Your note-books, young ladies, if you please," began Meredith, ey- ing her hearers with chilling dig- nity. "Now, if you are quite ready, we will begin. Our astute and erudite instructor first subjected your humble servant to a brief but searching examination, focused chiefly upon the correlated im- pulses, instincts, and desires which led up to my present conscious state. She deplored the inevitable sequence, but professed a lively in- terest in the (to her) wholly un- familiar psychoses relating to the [12] MISS LAMB conative processes of so-called love-making. I regret to say that I flatly flunked the examination, for I could n't for the life of me give one analyzable reason why I should have fallen in love with Jim- my; whereupon she propounded the following axiom, which I should advise you to memorize at once: 'The outreaching of blind, instinctive impulse should ever be rigorously inhibited, else why were we given an intellect?'" The chorus gurgled softly with excessive joy. "Lamby has consented to act as maid of honor at my wedding for the sole purpose of studying at [13] THE INTELLECTUAL close range a type with which she is wholly unfamiliar," continued Miss Randolph, unsmilingly, "but which deserves some slight recog- nition in Lamb's 'Comprehensive Primer of Physiological Psychol- ogy' (in process of preparation). I refer to the adult male human. I will add that Mr. William Gregg is to officiate as best man." Nancy Powell wiped her eyes. "Oh, why must I go to Europe this summer ?" she sighed. "I sha' n't see anything to compare with it!" "Tell me about him," demanded Miss Post. "Do you mean Billy Gregg? Well, he 's big, simple-hearted, and [14] MISS LAMB good-looking, in the plain, clean style we all like. I should proba- bly have fallen in love with him my- self if I had n't met the incompara- ble J. S. first. He 11 be just the one for Lamby," she added com- placently. "I call it a mean shame to cast pearls before — " "We 're not forbidden to cast them before lambs, my child," Miss Randolph informed her, with a su- perior air. An Excerpt from "Types of Mental Development, Consisting of Various Groupings of Individ- uals according to Temperament, [15] THE INTELLECTUAL Sex, Age, and Race. Collected and Tabulated by R. Lamb, Wel- le smawr College" : "Type XIV: Individual No. i. Temperament, indeterminate; sex, male; age, thirty (approximately) ; race, indeterminate (probably Anglo-American) . "Illustrative Anecdotal Notes. Group i: (a) The indi- vidual, William Gregg, is one of the few types of the human male adult I have been able thus far to examine at close range. What I have already ascertained with re- gard to this particular type fills me with an active desire to know more of it. As the relation of body to [16] MISS LAMB mind affords in itself an inexhaust- ible field for research, I will first briefly describe the physical ap- pearance of W. G., keeping clearly in view the fact that the human body represents merely a system of physical elements which, under ex- ceedingly complex and obscure in- fluences from internal forces, modi- fied by the action of age, sex, and environment, attains temporarily a certain morphological and physio- logical unity. "W. G. is an exceedingly well- developed specimen, of a fine and commanding presence. Arguing from the outward aspect to the in- ward stream of consciousness, one [17] THE INTELLECTUAL would infer, at a first inspection, a powerful and commanding intel- lect. The contour of the individ- ual's head and features still further confirms this primary inference. His eyes are in color gray, with glints of brown in their depths. I noticed particularly that in conver- sation the tint of the iris seemed to darken, indicating clearly the sin- gular force of the cerebral action, I made, further, somewhat careful mental notes regarding the hair, texture of the skin, etc., as all of these phenomena are invariably correlated to mind in the most in- timate way. [18] MISS LAMB "The brief table appended below recalls these facts: Hair— Dark brown, abundant, waving. Skin— Of a brownish cast (per- haps induced by the action of the sun). Teeth — White, even, and sound (as far as I was able to examine them). Eyes— Brilliant gray, with brownish shadings. Brows — Even, firm, and dark. Lashes— Long and curling. Forehead — Medium height; temples commanding and prom- inent. [19] THE INTELLECTUAL Mouth — Well cut, giving a smil- ing and agreeable expression. "(b) I was not able, in the short time allotted to conversation, to sound the depths of W. G.'s mental processes ; I shall hope to do this on some future occasion. But the fol- lowing incident, slight as it is, may possess an important bearing on successive psychoses. As we (W. G. and I) followed the newly wed- ded pair down the aisle after the performance of the marriage cere- mony (more of this under Indivi- dual. Meredith Randolph. Illustrative Anecdotal Group IV; note c), I noted the fact that W. G.'s arm, upon which I was [20] MISS LAMB leaning, trembled excessively. The fact interested me, pointing as it did to some corresponding emo- tional disturbance. When seated in the carriage I inquired briefly as to the cause of the phenomenon noted. W. G.'s reply surprised me. " 'I was wishing that I 'd just been married,' he said. " 'Indeed,' I questioned. 'And what led to so remarkable a desire?' " 'Do you call it remarkable?' he asked. " 'From my standpoint, yes,' I replied. I can scarce conceive the momenta of mental movement, arrived at by converging two wide- ly differing streams of conscious- [21] THE INTELLECTUAL ness into a single channel, as being conducive to the highest good of the individual.' "He stared at me fixedly for a minute, as if trying to grasp the full significance of my comment; then replied decidedly, 'Well, do you know, I can.' " 'But is not this merely a pri- mary inference?' I asked lightly. 'How, for example, can one put one's finger upon some definite point and say, just here emerged my first sensation of yellow, or the first feeling of esthetical emotion, or the first perception of a human face?' " 'I can do all that,' he replied, [22] MISS LAMB with a confident air. I Ve just realized yellow and blue and pink for the first time in my life, and I shall know to a dot when I fell in-' "He did not complete this inter- esting statement; and as the car- riage at that moment stopped in front of the house, I was not able to examine him further upon the point. I shall do so at my earliest opportunity." Mr. William Gregg to Mrs. James Sayre. "Dear Mrs. Sayre: Some old theological duffer once assured his congregation that the joys of the [23] THE INTELLECTUAL saved would be indefinitely en- hanced by beholding the tortures of the damned, which they could con- veniently do from the safe battle- ments of the Celestial City. Now if you can spare the time to peep over the rim of your crescent honeymoon you will be able to augment your bliss by observing the sufferings of a rash and impetuous idiot, who is decidedly 'out of it' at the pres- ent writing. "I should have waited, of course, and conducted my courtship af- ter the time-honored fashion; but I could n't bear to think of her grinding away for another year in [24] MISS LAMB that confounded college. Besides, I had somehow acquired a ridicu- lous idea that she liked me. To cut a weird tale short, I ran down on my car to Wood's Holl, where she had told me she was going to study in some beastly biological Laboratory. I found her working with a microscope over a lot of messy-looking stuff. She said she was studying types of the higher cryptogams. I can't for the life of me say why this should have caused me to become temporarily deranged ; but it did, and I proposed on the spot. I did n't mean to, of course— at least not then. She [25] THE INTELLECTUAL looked at me as impersonally as though I were a jelly-fish, and in- formed me that I had completely confused my primary inferences. She was as sweet and cool as a flower; and what do you think I did next? I kissed her. I simply could n't help it. "I draw a veil over the scene that followed. Henceforth I am far, far less to her than any sort of creature, vertebrate or inverte- brate. I Ve just one spark of comfort ( ?) : she says I may come to see her again, for— mark this — she's making a tabulated analysis of my 'type' which she would like [26] MISS LAMB to complete. Ye gods! what have I done to deserve this ? "Yours wretchedly, "W. G." Mrs. Sayre to Mr. Gregg. "Dear Billy : You certainly are all kinds of an idiot. Yet I have hopes of you. The idea of your not knowing any better than to propose to Lamby in a laboratory ! She's positively inhuman under such circumstances, and nobody knows that better than I do. But I 'm glad you kissed her. Really, that was great ! It '11 prove such a shock to her perceptions that [27] THE INTELLECTUAL she '11 study over its correlated psychoses the rest of the summer. In the end you '11 win. I 'm sure of it. But, for goodness' sake, don't do any more love-making till I 've had a chance to advise you further ! "Yours faithfully, "Meredith Randolph Sayre." Excerpt from Miss Lamb's "Tab- ulated Records" "Illustrative Anecdotal Notes. Group II: (a) I find the individual W. G. of increasing in- terest. I am at present inclined to indicate the temperament in this case as choleric, though posssibly [28] MISS LAMB the compound term choleric-senti- mental would more nearly indicate the fact. I own that I was sur- prised to find the sentimental ex- pressing so strongly in the indivi- dual W. G. ; I should thoughtlessly have credited him with a greater degree of subjectivity. "At this point I am inclined to recall the principle of relativity as somewhat explanatory of the suc- ceeding phenomena. Thus, W. G., being profoundly impressed by the scene of the wedding festivities, re- ceived therefrom a complex mental impression, resulting in ( I ) a com- plete disturbance of ideation; (2) a consequent modification of ac- [29] THE INTELLECTUAL companying feelings ; (3) a distinct psychophysical hallucination. "This latter phenomenon was, curiously enough, focused upon nryself in the most singular man- ner. So far, I am forced to admit the insufficiency of analysis as cor- related to the synthetic activity of my own consciousness. I have de- termined to reserve its rapidly succeeding psychoses for more de- tailed and careful study at some fu- ture time, when the inevitable agi- tation attending the event shall have subsided to an appreciable degree. "I am sensitive that there is much [30] MISS LAMB- to be learned in this unwonted experience." ii (three years later) Mr. Wm. Gregg to Mrs. James Sayre. "Dear Mrs. Sayre: You'll not be surprised, perhaps, to learn that I 'm booked for Russia, Australia, and — the Lord knows where. Having scored a distinct failure in the role of devoted lover which I too hastily elected, I have decided to betake myself to parts t3i] THE INTELLECTUAL unknown and stay there till I have succeeded in forgetting — Psychol- ogy- "I saw her yesterday — for the last time, I believe. The interview was undoubtedly an interesting one from a scientific point of view; but I was unable to appreciate it. The net result of my three years of misplaced devotion lies before me as I write, in the shape of a thin, small volume entitled 'Lamb's Primer of Physiological Psycho- logy: With Copious Explanatory Notes and Descriptive Tables.' It contains my name, and the neat autograph of the author, 'R. Lamb, B.A., M.A., Ph.D.' [32] MISS LAMB "I am haunted by a sense of something divinely sweet and womanly beneath her impenetrable exterior, and I 'm reduced to the pitiable condition of a man perish- ing with thirst while he listens to the cooling trickle of a rock-bound spring a hundred feet under- ground. She 's to be full profes- sor of that damnable philosophy next year. Pardon the profanity; I fancy you '11 find it justifiable. "W. G." Mrs. Sayre to Mr. Gregg "Dear Billy : I 've been feeling so wretchedly unhappy for the last two years as I reflect upon my own [33] THE INTELLECTUAL guilty complicity in this affair of yours and Lamby's, that J. is quite sorry for me. It \s effectually broken me of the match-making tendency, though. Catch me ever trying to make another woman happy! Billy, she isn't worth it. She 's just a miserable little pink- and-white copy of a psychology primer herself. I ought to have known better. The bare idea of her actually preferring any num- ber of ridiculous letters after her name to the glory of writing M-r-s. before yours ! "And yet— and yet— I had a letter from the creature this morn- ing, and in it she said two or three [34] MISS LAMB things that made me wonder if she's quite so inhuman as she ap- pears. I 've an idea, too, — a sort of forlorn-hope scheme. If you 're not too irrevocably commit- ted to your Ishmaelitish idea, come to Lenox for July. Your cottage is right next to the one we've taken for the season. In any event, you couldn't be worse off than you are. Besides, I want you to see your namesake. William is simply immense in every sense of the word! I am depending upon him to cut this "Gordon knot," as Jimmy calls it. "As ever, faithfully yours, "M. R. S." [35] THE INTELLECTUAL Mrs. Say re to Miss Lamb "Dear Lamby: We are all awfully pleased to know that you can come to us for July. You '11 be delighted with William, I know. We call him William to distinguish him from the human male adult known to us as Billy. "William is an absolutely nor- mal specimen of The Child, and as such ought to engage your scientific attention for at least a month. Who knows what new light you may be able to shed upon the nature of instinct as differentiated from impulse and desire, and the correla- tion of all three to the appetitive [36] MISS LAMB consciousness ! I fear that William at present presents a sad example of the human infant swayed solely by uninhibited impulse. But he 's all the more fascinating on that account. "No; I'm not disposed to find fault with you, Lamby, because you have broken Billy Gregg's heart and trampled him under foot like an earth-worm for more than two years. I Ve carefully analyzed the matter, and concluded that you are simply the victim of a large and indefinite amount of hallucina- tion, and that your sense-percep- tions are correspondingly deflected from the normal. I'm awfully [27] THE INTELLECTUAL sorry for you, Lamby. I never supposed that you would so con- fuse the primary inferences with true logical concepts. But per- haps you can't help it, poor dear! "Yours psychologically, "M. R. S." Excerpt from Miss Lamb's "Tab- ulated Records" "I have in immediate prospect the first opportunity of my life to study the human infant at first hand. William Sayre has attained the age of two years, a period of the greatest possible interest to the psychologist. In order to obtain the most complete account [38] MISS LAMB of this interesting individual, I shall in future resort to the more simple narrative style, interspersed with a few brief tables, with a view of reducing the whole to an inti- mate psychophysical study of The Child at my earliest opportunity. The circle of means to be employed will embrace (i) observation; (2) analysis; (3) induction; and (4) the framing of theories, to be tested, when possible, by experi- ment. "Objectively considered, the in- dividual William is described in appended table: Body— Plump, well formed, ac- tive. [39] THE INTELLECTUAL Hair— Reddish, fine, curling. Skin— Singularly smooth, of a delicate pinkish tinge throughout. Eyes — Brown, limpid, bright. Nose — Indeterminate. Forehead— Prominent. Teeth— Small, white, and sharp. {Note. Upon being introduced to the infant, it playfully bit my hand.) "William is possessed of a loud, resonant voice which he uses with- out modulation. Biology may, or may not, be correct in regarding every amoeba as endowed with a will of its own ; but there can be no reasonable doubt that this term de- signates a primary and indubitable [40] MISS LAMB datum of William's consciousness. This datum may be briefly illus- trated thus: I met William this morning on the lawn in company with the nurse-maid. He ap- proached me in the most friendly manner and laid hold of my gown. "'Do walk?' he stammered in- terrogatively. "'Yes, yes, Master William,' replied the nurse, 'William go walk with Mary.' " 'No— no— no !' asseverated the infant, his voice rising in ever higher cadences. 'Me not walk wiv Mawy. Me walk wiv my Lamby. "I own that I was primarily [41] THE INTELLECTUAL shocked and displeased at the want of respect indicated by this mode of address; secondarily, a slight feeling of amusement mingled with the transiently felt displeasure; and, thirdly, the two first emotions were speedily blended in one of fatuous satisfaction at the initial triumph of my influence over that of the individual known as Mary. " 'You may talk with me, Wil- liam,' I said; 'but you must call me Miss Lamb.' "The child stared at me thought- fully. 'Me walk wiv my Lamby,' he repeated firmly, and turning his broad, though short, back upon his [42,1 MISS LAMB nurse, he drew me away through the shrubbery. " 'Shall we walk in this direc- tion, William?' I asked, indicating a path which led toward the house. " 'No,' said the infant. "'Why not?' I inquired. I should like to walk this way.' " 'No,' repeated William, tersely. "I yielded to the pressure of the small fat hand within my own, ex- periencing a certain unknown pleasure in the thought of surren- dering my own will to this new but powerful influence. " 'Me walk to barn,' said Wil- liam, pleasantly. And having no [43] THE INTELLECTUAL adequate inhibitive objection to proffer to the child, we strolled down a pleasant path bordered with blossoming rose-bushes, passed a low hedge, and presently came in sight of a picturesque, red- roofed building half hid in trees. At sight of it William chuckled. 'Me like Unc' Billy's barn,' he mut- tered; 'me dwive horsey wiv Unc' Billy.' "I drew back hastily. 'We must return to the house at once, William,' I said decidedly. I did not then realize the identity of the individual indicated by the ap- pellation 'Unc' Billy'; but it oc- curred to me that I had unwit- [44] MISS LAMB tingly trespassed upon another's domain. " 'No !' said William, tugging me powerfully in the direction of the red-roofed building. " 'I shall certainly not yield to your wishes in this instance, William,' I said sternly. 'You must, instead, surrender to my higher sense of relativity. In a word, we must turn about at once.' " 'No !' asseverated William, immediately exhibiting a sudden and intense discharge of nervous energy into the vascular, secretive, and respiratory organs. "I was surprised. I may even say shocked — at what followed; [45] THE INTELLECTUAL William flung himself violently up- on the ground at my feet and gave vent to the most inhuman outcries. Psychologically considered, the situation was a most interesting one, as the infant William was ex- hibiting in a marked degree that state of consciousness termed 'Bodily Resonance.' I noted the characteristic clenching of the fists; the setting together of the jaws, alternating with a yawning motion of the same as the indi- vidual emitted scream after scream of rage , the reddening of the skin ; the suppressed and uneven action of the respiratory organs. I was [46] MISS LAMB indeed so absorbed in observing these (to me unfamiliar) phenom- ena that I quite failed to hear the rapid approach of foot-steps from two different directions. " 'Bless his little darling baby heart !' cried a loud, indignant voice at my back; 'did she abuse my sweet pet? Come right here quick to his old nurse ! ' "'Do 'way, Mawy; do 'way!' howled William, beating his heels upon the ground in a fresh paro- xysm of rage. 'Me want my Unc' Billy!' " 'Hello, youngster, what's up now?' inquired a masculine voice [47] THE INTELLECTUAL at almost the same moment. I looked up hastily, to encounter the eyes of W. G. "I own that the rhythm and in- tensity of my whole vasomotor ap- paratus were quickly and pro- foundly modified for an instant. The respiratory mechanism, in particular, including the epiglottis and the muscles of the diaphragm, exhibited to a marked degree what has been well termed 'objectified reluctantism.' In a word, I was so surprised that I could not for the moment command my powers of speech. "W. G. spoke first. 'Oh, it's you?' he said calmly. [48] MISS LAMB "'Yes/ I acknowledged, 'It is V "'What's the matter with the kid?' he demanded, eyeing me with his customary searching gaze. " 'I don't know,' I confessed. "His face lighted up with an ex- pression of intense satisfaction. 'Thank God !' he muttered. " 'For what ?' I inquired. " 'Never mind,' he replied has- tily; T '11 explain some other time. Wanted his Unc' Billy, did he ?' he continued, addressing the infant, who had ceased roaring, and was now performing a series of singu- lar gymnastic exercises up his trousers legs. "'Yeth,' lisped William. 'She [49] THE INTELLECTUAL wouldn't come,' pointing a pudgy forefinger at me. " 'Of course not,' replied W. G., surveying me reproachfully over the top of the infant's head. 'She never will come. She's too awfully busy considering the emotional state of the other fellow's con- sciousness and observing the rap- idly succeeding psychoses. You '11 have your hands full with William, I fancy, Miss— ah, I beg pardon, Doctor Lamb.' "'I am confident I shall find William a most interesting type,' I answered sincerely. 'That is, primarily, why I am here. I did not expect to find you here,' I added [50] MISS LAMB pointedly. As a matter of fact, W. G. had solemnly assured me only a fortnight since that I should never see him again. " 'I did intend to clear out,' he replied gloomily, 'but—' he paused and again addressed the child. 'Want to dwive horsey, kid?' "William replied by joyously drumming his heels upon his ques- tioner's broad chest; he was by this time perched on W. G.'s shoulder. "I could not refrain from look- ing my admiration of the two, as nearly perfect types of the infant and adult male human. "He caught my glance and held [5i] THE INTELLECTUAL it. 'Will you, for once, do as I ask?' he said persuasively, adding has- tily as I drew back in alarm, 'No, it isn't that— this time; I only want you to see William drive. He 's a promising whip in embryo; IVe got him in training.' "I reflected for a moment. T have no hat on in the first place,' I objected somewhat weakly. Tn the second place, Mrs. Sayre does n't know where we are.' " 'Overruled !' he cried joyously, 'by a more powerful esthetical sen- timent. Mary, hurry and fetch Miss Lamb's hat, and tell Mrs. Sayre that we are going to drive.' " 'You are mixing your terms/ I [52] MISS LAMB objected again; esthetical is not the proper word to apply to my senti- ments in consenting to drive with you.' " 'Did I say that I was describ- ing your sentiments?' he answered quickly. 'On the contrary, esthet- ical is the exact word to define my own sentiments, and it was to them I was referring.' "I looked up at him with an ir- resistible feeling of approbation. 'You are improving in your under- standing of psychological fact, ' I could not help saying. " 'Good gracious, I should hope so!' he exclaimed, frowning into space. 'I believe, if you should [53] THE INTELLECTUAL really set your mind to it, you might make a decently creditable pupil out of me. Won't you try, dear?' "I made no reply. Indeed I have long since laid the embargo of absolute inhibition on all such queries from W. G. ; I regard them as worse than irrelevant. "At this moment the maid reap- peared with my hat, and there be- ing no real reason why I should now refuse to accompany the two, I walked with them toward the red barn. "'Do you know this is really your first drive with me,' observed W. G. when we were seated in the [54] MISS LAMB trap, with William ensconced be- tween us. He (W. G.) looked so exceedingly well satisfied with himself that I was silent for a full minute, being engaged in an inter- esting speculation on the nature of imputability. " 'Me dwive horsey,' cooed William. " 'Certainly, my young friend/ said W. G., passing the lines into the child's hands. " 'Surely you are not going to allow the child to guide the ani- mal?' I inquired. " 'You are not afraid?' he asked, looking at me curiously. " 'I certainly am aware that the [55] THE INTELLECTUAL lower animals do not sense, even vaguely, the relatedness of things,' I replied with some warmth. 'And if so, are they to be trusted?' I could not repress a slight scream as William jerked the left rein in a fit of infant exuberance, and the tall bay threatened to bolt into the creek in consequence. " 'Then you are afraid ?' com- mented W. G., and again that puz- zling expression of intense satis- faction illuminated his counte- nance. He laid a strong brown hand on the reins, whereat William gave vent to a sharp little yelp of displeasure. 'Come, William, let Unc' Billy drive.' [56] MISS LAMB "'No!' said William briefly. " 'Guess you '11 have to till we get over this railroad crossing, youngster,' and he possessed him- self of the lines in a masterful manner. "'No!' murmured William, and, stiffening his plump body into a rigid perpendicular, he slid off the seat and disappeared beneath the lap-robe. " 'He 's now correlated to a ram- rod by reason of disturbed idea- tion,' said W. G., pleasantly. Haul him out, will you? "Bellum" is a bit fresh this morning.' "I reached down and grasped William by the most salient portion [57] THE INTELLECTUAL of his anatomy. His weight seemed to have increased to an astonishing- degree. He appeared, indeed, to be permanently attached to the floor of the trap. T can't,' I con- fessed, glancing up to find W. G.'s eyes fastened expectantly upon me. "'You can't? Well, upon my word!" He pulled the lap-robe aside, and glanced down at the huddled mass of infant humanity at our feet. 'Come out of there and drive, William,' he com- manded. "The child instantly raised his hands to me, and I lifted him to the seat with ease. " 'Curious how the action of the [58] MISS LAMB infant will appears to affect the in- fant's atomic weight, isn't it?' in- quired W. G. " The word "appears" holds the key of the solution' I said lightly. 'The will could not, as a matter of fact, do anything of the sort.' " 'You don't know William,' he replied. "It appeared that neither of us knew William. At that moment the infant suddenly leaned forward, snatched the whip from its stock, hurled it over the dashboard with a loud cry, and at the same instant dropped the reins. The whole passed with the rapidity of thought. The animal bounded quickly for- [59] THE INTELLECTUAL ward; then, feeling the loosened reins about his heels, started to run jerkily, gathering headway as he went. " 'Hold the child and keep per- fectly quiet,' commanded W. G. in a low voice. Then he stepped over the dashboard with the utmost cool- ness, gathered up the reins, and in another instant was back in his place. We were flying along at a terrific pace. I had grasped William in both arms and held him fast. My hat flew off; my loos- ened hair swept in a bewildering cloud across my eyes. I do not now remember that I was frightened for myself or for William. My [60] MISS LAMB whole consciousness seemed pro- jected out of my body and fastened upon W. G. I have not as yet been able satisfactorily to analyze this singular fact. There would seem to be no adequate explanation of it in the preceding psychoses. "I presently became aware that the horse was once more under control, and that W. G. was speak- ing to me. " 'Can you forgive me for fright- ening you so ?' he asked softly. '"I— I don't know/ I stammered, not in the least knowing what I said. "He quietly drew the infant from my rigid grasp. [61] THE INTELLECTUAL " 'Me want dwive horsey,' ob- served William mildly. "I am again at a loss to explain what followed, but as I met W. G.'s anxious eyes I could not refrain from bursting into unreasoning laughter. " 'What will you think of me?' I murmured foolishly, as I gathered my disordered hair into a knot and looked vainly about for my hat. " 'Do you really want to know, dear ?' he asked. "Of course, this brought me to my senses. "Note. The above should be analyzed with special reference to the psychical conditions of reten- [62] MISS LAMB tive memory as follows: (i) The vividness of the impression; (2) the temporary mood at the time of its acquisition; (3) the process by which the occurrence was wrought into the texture of mental life; (4) the logical connection between the event and established principles and habits of conduct. Query: Does such a logical connection exist?" in Mrs. Sayre removed the yellow en- velop without undue haste. "It 's from Jimmy," she exclaimed, with a peculiar smile which was quite [63] THE INTELLECTUAL lost on Dr. Lamb, seated at the far- ther end of the veranda. Dr. Lamb was studiously observ- ing the infant William, who in his turn was stolidly digging the gra- vel path with a diminutive shovel. "He wants me to come to town this afternoon," continued Mrs. Sayre. " 'On business,' he says, — referring again to the telegraphic message. Now, how absurd! What possible business could Jim- my have which would call me into town on a day in July? I suppose" —regretfully— "that I must go. But it 's Mary's day out, and Jane has a headache. I don't see how I can leave William." [64] MISS LAMB Miss Lamb's serious face brightened. "I should like no- thing better than to have William all to myself this afternoon," she said, with some eagerness. "I wish particularly to test the child's conscious awareness as related tc the ends and reasons of his con- duct. Will you trust him with me?" Mrs. Sayre's brown eyes twinkled. "I will," she agreed. Then, without apparent relevance, she walked over to Miss Lamb, in- serted her white forefinger under the tip of that lady's chin, and stared thoughtfully down at her. "I don't suppose you Ve given the [65] THE INTELLECTUAL matter a thought, Lamby; but you 're quite irresistible in that white gown. It's a pity to waste it all on William." Miss Lamb blushed beautifully. "I shall not pretend that I do not understand you, Meredith," she said firmly; "and I wish to take this opportunity to tell you that nothing will change my determina- tion." "About what?" inquired Mrs. Sayre, innocently. "What are you talking about, Lamby dear ?" She stooped and kissed Miss Lamb with a tantalizing laugh. "It is evident that your mind is becoming rapidly [66] MISS LAMB obsessed with a single idea — in which case we may look for a train of the most singular phenomena. Do try to reserve a reasonable share of your perceptive faculties for William. He has a way of disappearing, if one loses sight of him even for a moment. I warn you. I shall go out by way of the garden ; he '11 howl if he sees me depart." Miss Lamb gazed steadfastly at the industrious infant. William had dug a hole of some dimensions in the middle of the walk, and was engaged in planting pebbles at ir- regular intervals about the edges [67] THE INTELLECTUAL of it. Miss Lamb made a brief note of the fact in her book of "Tabulated Records." "Why did you dig the hole, William?" she inquired in a sprightly manner calculated to en- gage the infant attention. "I want my muzzer," said William. He arose unsteadily to his feet and stared about him truculently. Miss Lamb hurriedly noted that The Child had evidently observed his mother's departure, though at the moment of it he had seemed oblivious of the fact. "I want my muzzer," repeated William, doggedly. The corners [68] MISS LAMB of his moist, pink mouth suddenly dropped; his under lip projected ominously; two big tears appeared simultaneously in two brown eyes. Miss Lamb observed these phe- nomena with mingled emotions. "Don't cry, William," she advised with some urgency. "We'll — why, we'll—" She stared about her distractedly. "I'll tell you; we'll write in the book. Shall we write in the nice book, William?" She proffered the volume of "Tabulated Records" to the infant with a timidly ingratiating manner. William fell upon the object avidly. He hurled it violently to the earth. He kicked it with an [6 9 ] THE INTELLECTUAL appearance of intelligent dislike. He then climbed upon it and jumped up' and down. But thus far the experiment was a gratifying success : William had not cried. In- deed, the expression of his youthful countenance had become increas- ingly cheerful. "I like to tear books," he muttered, stooping to lay hold upon his quarry. Miss Lamb gazed helplessly at the destroyer; then her eye fell upon a scarlet object, lavishly be- dizened with brass bells, which lay in the grass at her feet. She breathed a hopeful sigh. "J ust see here, William," she cooed, [70] MISS LAMB dangling the scarlet object allur- ingly before the absorbed infant. "Here is your nice, pretty harness ! Let 's leave the stupid book and play horsey. Come, dear; please play horsey wiv oor Lamby!" Miss Lamb's pink-and-white countenance had assumed a reck- less and dare-devil expression which William seemed to approve. He ceased to center his earnest re- gard upon the volume of "Tabu- lated Records," which he dismissed with a final buffet of scorn. "Me play horsey wiv oo," he assented, with immense condescension. Miss Lamb extended the tin- [71] THE INTELLECTUAL kling harness. "Come, William/' she twittered joyously; "come and get the straps on!" But William stood still in his tracks, staring stonily at the scar- let object. "Me dwive horsey," he finally remarked, with a mordant emphasis which the intelligent Miss Lamb had no difficulty in un- derstanding. "Oh," she cried, with sudden in- spirational utterance, "you want Lamby to be horsey. Is that it?" "Yeth," assented William. "Me want whip, too. Me whip Lamby hard. Me make Lamby do fast !" Miss Lamb hastily invested her- self with the scarlet straps. Then [72] MISS LAMB she pranced diplomatically before the infant, extending the reins with one hand. "Me want whip," repeated William, stolidly. "Oh, no, William; you do not need a whip," argued Miss Lamb, earnestly. "Lamby do fast — very fast — see?" and the professor of physiological psychology dashed excitedly up and down the gravel path in an illustrative manner. William's thoughtful gaze once more reverted to the volume of "Tabulated Records" which lay at his feet, its learned leaves flutter- ing in the light summer breeze. "See, William; here is a nice [73] THE INTELLECTUAL long whip," exclaimed Miss Lamb, pressing a lithe switch hastily plucked from a neighboring lilac into the pudgy hand. "It'll hurt horsey and make her do fast," she added artfully. William laid a heavy grasp upon the lines, his youthful countenance settling into an expression of mas- culine severity. "Det— tup!" he exclaimed, and the lilac switch em- phasized the command. Miss Lamb ambled joyously away from the dangerous prox- imity of the "Tabulated Records." "Let us go to the sand-pile and dig, William," she suggested, after an erratic and extended course [74] MISS LAMB through the shrubbery, during which William plied the lilac switch with vigor and frequency. "Det — tup !" responded William. "Horsey do fast; horsey not talk." Miss Lamb's thoughts wandered longingly to the distant volume of "Tabulated Records." Men- tally she noted: "The Child exhi- bits astonishing powers of obser- vation. Query: Does William possess any adequate conception of the ratiocinative processes as serv- ing the ends of knowledge ? Does he not, in this instance, vaguely sense the relatedness of things in common with some of the lower animals?" Her pace insensibly [75] THE INTELLECTUAL slackened to a slow walk. A sharp cut of the lilac switch recalled her wandering thoughts to the psychic instant. "Det— tup!" commanded Wil- liam. During the period of strenuous bodily exercise which immediately ensued, Miss Lamb noted some- what unscientifically her own sense of fatigue as correlated to the com- pelling action of the lilac switch. "Why do I not oppose a definite conative activity to the erratic volitional impulses of the infant?" she asked herself. Suddenly and without warning William pulled lustily upon the [ 7&] MISS LAMB lines. "Whoa!" he shouted, and again applied the gad to his dispir- ited steed by way of final reminder. "What are you going to do with horsey now, William?" inquired Miss Lamb, meekly. "Me doin' to hits' my horsey- Lamb," replied William, with grat- ifying mildness. The child's red curls clung in moist rings to his pink forehead, his scarlet lips were thrust into inviting prominence, his round cheeks glowed like the heart of a rose. Miss Lamb surveyed him with a new and delightful sense of pro- prietorship. "Do you love me, William?" she murmured, sinking [77] THE INTELLECTUAL to her knees before her taskmaster. By way of answer, the infant precipitated his moist little person into the outstretched arms of the lady. He hugged her mightily with two soft, fat arms in which a surprising amount of masculine muscle was already apparent. "Tiss me !" he commanded. Miss Lamb obeyed with slavish alacrity. "Will you kiss me, Wil- liam?" she whispered, hiding her laughing face upon the infant's small shoulder. "No," said William, calmly; "me dig in sand-pile." Miss Lamb strove for the mo- ment to content her active mind [78] MISS LAMB with mental notes. "It is evident that William has already acquired the elementary consciousness of causation as dependent upon cona- tion and in association with the feeling of effort suggested by the use of the muscles. Query: How shall I correlate the immediately succeeding idea of digging in the sand-pile to the foregoing estheti- cal impulse? A most instructive incident from a psychogenetic point of view." Miss Lamb's fingers closed long- ingly upon her fountain-pen. "If I could only get that book !" she mur- mured, glancing apprehensively at the infant. William's broad [79] THE INTELLECTUAL back was turned squarely upon the lady; he appeared completely ab- sorbed in his present occupation of sifting sand into his shoe, which he had removed for the purpose. After a strenuous mental argu- ment with her volitional conscious- ness, Miss Lamb arose and stole furtively away through the shrub- bery. An hour later Mr. Gregg, en- sconced in a hammock on his own veranda, somnolently engaged in some unknown but pleasing train of thought, became aware of the hasty approach of a charming but somewhat disheveled figure. He sprang to nis feet. [So] MISS LAMB "Are you there, Bi— I mean Mr. Gregg?" inquired a faint voice. "Miss Lamb!" exclaimed Mr. Gregg. "Why, what has hap- pened? What is the matter?" "I Ve lost him," wailed the lady, sinking down upon the steps of the veranda in an attitude of poignant despair. "What shall I do?" Mr. Gregg sat down at her side and thoughtfully passed an arm about her slender waist. "Lost what, dearest? Tell me— do." "I've lost William!" Pressed for an explanation, Miss Lamb further confessed her nefa- rious abandonment of the infant in order to regain the volume of [81] THE INTELLECTUAL "Tabulated Records." "I was gone for only a very few minutes," she urged, "and I kept looking at a bit of white which I could see through the trees, and which 1 thought was William's dress. But, oh, it wasn't his dress at all, as I found when I returned; it was his hat which he had thrown down. I 've looked in every conceivable place since, and I can't find it." "Find what — the Tabulated Records'?" Mr. Gregg wanted to know. He appeared strangely un- moved by the terrible intelligence, and Miss Lamb turned upon him with sudden fierceness. "Tabulated Records?'" she [82] MISS LAMB cried. "No; I did not find that wretched book. It has disappeared completely. Did you suppose for an instant that I came here to tell you that ? No ; I meant the in- fant — I meant William. And you" — with gathering indignation — "don't seem to care at all." "Yes, I do," amended Mr. Gregg, seriously. "But, you see, I 'm used to this ; William runs away bi-weekly, on the average. I guess I can locate him without much trouble. Did you inquire at the stables ?" "Of course I did," declared Miss Lamb. "I Ve looked every- where, and he 's — he 's gone, I tell [83] THE INTELLECTUAL you! Do you suppose"— in a heartbreaking whisper — "that some wretch has stolen him?" Mr. Gregg looked grave. "I had n't thought of that," he ad- mitted. "See here, dear; you're utterly played out with the heat and excitement and all; just wait here for a minute, while I glance into one or two of the infant's fa- vorite haunts. I '11 unearth the young rascal— see if I don't!" Miss Lamb looked up at him tearfully. "If you only will," she murmured faintly, "I — " "Well," said Mr. Gregg, pausing expectantly. "Oh, I '11 do anything for you — [84] MISS LAMB anything! " wailed Miss Lamb, with a reckless gesture. "Only find him ! If he 's lost, what could I say to Meredith ! She warned me not to leave him even for an instant." Mr. Gregg walked rapidly to- ward the stables with the air of a man suddenly confronted with the gravest crisis of his life. He came presently upon his coachman, pla- cidly rubbing up a bit of silver- plated harness in the open door of the carriage-house. "Were you here, Mulligan, when Miss Lamb stopped to inquire after William?" he demanded. "Yis, sor," replied the man, im- perturbably. [85] THE INTELLECTUAL "Then why are you not scouring the neighborhood for the boy? Drop that harness this instant ; call every man on the place, and set them to looking for the child. I 've got to find him at once." Mulligan grinned cheerfully. "If you'll just step this way, sor, I '11 put you on to the track of the young gentleman. Bless 'im! 'e ain't born to come to no harm, sor, that 'e ain't— if the women-folks '11 only leave 'im be." The man tip- toed into the carriage-house, beck- oning his master to follow. And there, curled snugly under the seat of the trap, his curly head pillowed comfortably on a lap-robe, lay Wil- [86] MISS LAMB Ham, a pink thumb in a pinker mouth, his eyes closed, his plump body plainly abandoned to delicious and fathomless slumber. Mr. Gregg started forward with a smothered exclamation of relief. "Better leave 'im to get 'is sleep out, sor," objected Mulligan. "It 's bad luck to be wakin' a child out of a rest like that, sor; 'e's the life worrited out of 'im with bein' took care of too much, poor little chap!" Mr. Gregg stood for a moment, lost in thought. Then he laid ' a compelling hand on Mulligan's shoulder. "See here, Mulligan," he said, when the two were outside once more, "do you suppose you [8 7 ] THE INTELLECTUAL could put a horse into that trap without waking up the kid?" "Sure, sor," grinned Mulligan; " 'e 's good for an hour, easy." "It '11 be worth ten dollars to you if you can, my man. Be quick about it; there's no time to lose." As Mr. Gregg approached the house, he perceived, to his delight, Miss Lamb sitting upon the steps of the veranda, in the same dejected attitude in which he had left her. "You haven't found William," she greeted him in a tone of calm despair. "I did n't expect you would. I have thought it all over since you left me, and I see quite plainly that I have brought it upon [88] MISS LAMB myself. It is an inevitable se- quence. To think of my prefer- ring a book of 'Tabulated Records' — or any sort of book — to — to William! I wonder how any one could love me all these years ! No ; don't speak to me! Don't try to comfort me !" "But I only wanted to tell you that I have news of— that is, I think we shall be able to get on the track of — Come, dear, brace up! We shall have to drive for a bit, and there's no time to lose. If he should wake up before—" The mendacious Mr. Gregg groaned aloud in wordless agitation. "Hold on a minute," he added [89] THE INTELLECTUAL hastily; "I must ring up Dr. Mor- ton before we start." "Who is Dr. Morton?" demanded Miss Lamb, with stony compo- sure. He had rejoined her with an expression of countenance which left no room for hope. "But, no; you need n't tell me. I understand it all now. I shall be brave— I shall shrink from nothing." Mr. Gregg had grasped the agi- tated Miss Lamb by the arm and was hurrying her forward with long, irregular strides toward the stables. "Is it all right, Mulli- gan?" he whispered, as he handed the lady to her place. "Yis, sor," replied Mulligan, as [90] MISS LAMB he touched the brim of his cap; " 'e 's tight as a trivet, sor, bless 'im!" "Where are we going?" ventured Miss Lamb in a small, weak voice. They had driven a mile or more along the quiet country road, and Mr. Gregg had thus far offered no sort of explanation. He had, instead, stared unremittingly at the back of his horse, a slightly grim and forbidding expression on his handsome face. Miss Lamb put out an imploring little hand. "Won't you please tell me?" she begged. Mr. Gregg looked down at her, the grim look deepening into one [91 ] THE INTELLECTUAL of masterful determination. "Yes," he said sternly, "I will tell you. But first you must promise to answer truthfully three ques- tions. Will you do it?" "Y-e-s," faltered Miss Lamb, with a frightened quiver of her sweet, pallid face. "First," began Air. Gregg, with business-like coldness, "what is your name — your given name, I mean "My name is Rosemary," replied Miss Lamb, staring at her inquisi- tor with wide blue eyes. "But why-" "Never mind why; you will see presently. Question number two " [92] MISS LAMB — be careful to answer this truth- fully. Do you love me, Rose- mary?" "I-I don't know." "Be careful," frowned Mr. Gregg. "Once again: Do you love me?" "Y-e-s," faltered Miss Lamb. "But"— with a sudden rush of poignant recollection — "I've no right to love anybody now that William is-" "Never mind William ; I 'm com- ing to him directly. Question number three : Did you, or did you not, promise, without reservations, to do anything I asked, provided I would produce the boy?" [93] ' THE INTELLECTUAL "I — I don't know," prevaricated Miss Lamb, wildly. "Well, I do," said Mr. Gregg, coolly; "and, what is more, you do, too. Now I '11 tell you what I want right now. I want you to marry me." "You '11 have to produce William first, and"— with wan triumph— "you can't do that ! " "Can't I?" asked Mr. Gregg. "Just watch me!" He leaned down and fumbled under the seat. A sharp little yelp of displeasure greeted the exploring hand. "Oh! What is that noise?" cried Miss Lamb, with a start of raptur- ous amazement. [94] MISS LAMB "The youngster 's pretty nearly as heavy as when he 's mad," grum- bled Mr. Gregg. "You '11 have to help me get him out of here." "But you knew where he was all the while," objected Miss Lamb, re- proachfully, after a few minutes devoted to the joys of blissful re- union. "Upon my word, Rosemary, I did not. That is, I did n't know it when you promised to marry me." "I did n't promise to marry you." "You promised to do whatever I asked, and"— triumphantly— "you knew that was the only thing I cared about. You Ve known it for years." [95] THE INTELLECTUAL "But — but, you did n't mean now— right away? I— I could n't, you know. You were joking, weren't you, Billy — dear?" Her look of entreaty was so dan- gerously sweet that Mr. Gregg almost lost his head. It was Wil- liam who happily recalled him to his senses. "Me want dwive horsey," mur- mured the infant, gently. "I meant every word of it, dear- est," said Mr. Gregg, firmly. "In fact, I telephoned Dr. Morton be- fore we left home ; he '11 be expect- ing us." "Who is Dr. Morton?" de- manded Miss Lamb, crisply. [96] MISS LAMB She straightened her trim figure slightly as she asked the question. "We— want — dwive — horsey !" vociferated William in stentorian tones. "Shall I give him the reins, Rosemary?" asked Mr. Gregg, glancing at the lady with a quizzi- cal smile. "No— oh, no! That is— I think I would rather get out, please," faltered Miss Lamb. Mr. Gregg drew up sharply be- fore a neat white house half hidden in trees. "Urn — yes," he said; "well, we '11 all get out here for a few minutes." An hour later, when Mr. Gregg [97] MISS LAMB pulled up his big brown cob with a brazenly triumphant nourish be- fore the veranda of the Sayre resi- dence, its master and mistress were discovered talking anxiously to- gether. "—Completely disappeared; I found his hat and one shoe," Mrs. Sayre was saying, when she broke into a cry of relieved astonishment. "Why, Lamby, where have you been? Do you know we've been almost frightened to death about William? I might have known you were at the bottom of it, Billy Gregg. What have you been doing to make Lamby look like that? And William, too! Oh, you shock- [98] MISS LAMB ingly dirty child— with one shoe off! Come here to your suffering parents." "He 's been best man at a wed- ding," explained Mr. Gregg, cheer- fully, as he handed the infant over the wheel ; "and that nearly always knocks a fellow out, you know." "I beg your pardon, sor; but I thought maybe you 'd have missed this, sor," interrupted a respectful voice from the rear, and Mulligan presented to view a torn and mud- died mass of pulpy paper, which appeared to have been written over in a small, neat hand. "I hope, sor, as it ain't anythin' valyble; I [99] MISS LAMB found the bull-pup a-chewin' of it behind the stables. I 'm afraid he 's e't up a good bit of it, sor." Mrs. William Gregg glanced at the object thoughtfully. "It ap- pears to be my volume of Tabu- lated Records,' " she said, with as- tonishing calmness. "Thank you, Mulligan; you may take it away." [ ioo] sZ7 THE LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Santa Barbara THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW. 3 1205 02043 8808 UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY A A 001 423 950