butCharliealludedtoitoneveryoccasion，alwaysasastoryfromwhichmoneywastobemade。
　　“IthinkIdeservetwenty-fivepercent。，don’tI，atleast。”besaid，withbeautifulfrankness“Isuppliedalltheideas，didn’tI？”
　　ThisgreedinessforsilverwasanewsideinhisnatureIassumedthatithadbeendevelopedintheCity，whereCharliewaspickingupthecuriousnasaldrawloftheunderbredCityman。
　　“Whenthething’sdonewe’lltalkaboutitIcan’tmakeanythingofitatpresentRed-hairedorblack-hairedheroareequallydifficult。”
　　Hewassittingbythefirestaringattheredcoals“Ican’tunderstandwhatyoufindsodifficultIt’sallascleanasmudtome。”herepliedAjetofgaspuffedoutbetweenthebars，tooklightandwhistledsoftly“Supposewetakethered-hairedhero’sadventuresfirst，fromthetimethathecamesouthtomygalleyandcaptureditandsailedtotheBeaches。”
　　IknewbetternowthantointerruptCharlieIwasoutofreachofpenandpaper，anddarednotmovetogetthemlestIshouldbreakthecurrentThegas-jetpuffedandwhinnied，Charlie’svoicedroppedalmosttoawhisper，andhetoldataleofthesailmgofanopengalleytoFurdurstrandi，ofsunsetsontheopensea，seenunderthecurveoftheonesaileveningafteteveningwhenthegalley’sbeakwasnotchedintothecentreofthesinkingdisc，and“wesailedbythatforwehadnootherguide。”quothCharlieHespokeofalandingonanislandandexplorationsinitswoods，wherethecrewkilledthreemenwhomtheyfoundasleepunderthepinesTheirghosts，Charliesaid，followedthegalley，swimmingandchokinginthewater，andthecrewcastlotsandthrewoneoftheirnumberoverboardasasacrificetothestrangegodswhomtheybadoffendedThentheyatesea-weedwhentheirprovisionsfailed，andtheirlegsswelled，andtheirleader，thered-hairedman，killedtworowerswhomutinied，andafterayearspentamongthewoodstheysetsailfortheirowncountry，andawindthatneverfailedcarriedthembacksosafelythattheyallsleptatnightThisandmuchmoreCharlietoldSometimesthevoicefellsolowthatIcouldnotcatchthewords，thougheverynervewasonthestrainHespokeoftheirleader，thered-hairedman，asapaganspeaksofhisGod；foritwashewhocheeredthemandslewthemimpartiallyashethoughtbestfortheirneeds；anditwashewhosteeredthemforthreedaysamongfloatingice，eachfloecrowdedwithstrangebeaststhat“triedtosailwithus，’saidCharlie，“andwebeatthembackwiththehandlesoftheoars。”
　　Thegas-jetwentout，aburnedcoalgaveway，andthefiresettleddownwithatinycrashtothebottomofthegrateCharlieceasedspeaking，andIsaidnoword。
　　“ByJove！”hesaid，atlast，shakinghishead“I’vebeenstaringatthefiretillI’mdizzyWhatwasIgoingtosay。
　　“Somethingaboutthegalley。”
　　“IremembernowIt’s25percentoftheprofits，isn’tit？”
　　“It’sanythingyoulikewhenI’vedonethetale。”
　　“IwantedtobesureofthatImustgonowI’ve，I’veanappointment。”Andheleftme。
　　HadmyeyesnotbeenheldImighthaveknowthatthatbrokenmutteringoverthefirewastheswan-songofCharlieMearsButI
　　thoughtitthepreludetofullerrevelationAtlastandatlastI
　　shouldcheattheLordsofLifeandDeath！
　　WhennextCharliecametomeIreceivedhimwithraptureHewasnervousandembarrassed，buthiseyeswereveryfulloflight，andhislipsalittleparted。
　　“I’vedoneapoem。”hesaid；andthenquickly：“it’sthebestI’veeverdoneReadit。”Hethrustitintomyhandandretreatedtothewindow。
　　IgroanedinwardlyItwouldbetheworkofhalfanhourtocriticise-thatistosaypraise-thepoemsufficientlytopleaseCharlieThenIhadgoodreasontogroan，forCharlie，discardinghisfavoritecentipedemetres，hadlaunchedintoshorterandchoppierverse，andversewithamotiveatthebackofitThisiswhatIread：
　　“Thedayismostfair，thecheerywindHalloosbehindthehill，Wherebebendsthewoodasseemethgood，Andthesaplingtohiswill！
　　RiotOwind；thereisthatinmybloodThatwouldnothavetheestill！
　　“Shegavemeherself，OEarth，OSky：
　　Greysea，sheisminealoneI
　　Letthesullenbouldersbearmycry，Andrejoicetho’theybebutstone！
　　’Mine！IhavewonherOgoodbrownearth，Makemerry！’TisbardonSpring；
　　Makemerry；myloveisdoublyworthAllworshipyourfieldscanbring！
　　LetthebindtbattillsyoufeelmymirthAttheearlyharrowing。”
　　“Yes，it’stheearlyharrowing，pastadoubt。”Isaid，withadreadatmyheartCharliesmiled，butdidnotanswer。
　　“Redcloudofthesunset，tellitabroad；
　　IamvictorGreetmeOSun，DominantmasterandabsolutelordOverthesoulofone！”
　　“Well？”saidCharlie，lookingovermyshoulder。
　　Ithoughtitfarfromwell，andveryevilindeed，whenhesilentlylaidaphotographonthepaper-thephotographofagirlwithacurlyhead，andafoolishslackmouth。
　　“Isn’tit-isn’titwonderful？”hewhispered，pinktothetipsofhisears，wrappedintherosymysteryoffirstlove“Ididn’tknow；I
　　didn’tthink-itcamelikeathunderclap。”
　　“YesItcomeslikeathunderclapAreyouveryhappy，Charlie？”
　　“MyGod-she-shelovesmel“HesatdownrepeatingthelastwordstohimselfIlookedatthehairlessface，thenarrowshouldersalreadybowedbydesk-work，andwonderedwhen，where，andbowhehadlovedinhispastlives。
　　“Whatwillyourmothersay？”Iasked，cheerfully。
　　“Idon’tcareadamnwhatshesays。”
　　Attwentythethingsforwhichonedoesnotcareadamnshould，properly，bemany，butonemustnotincludemothersinthelistI
　　toldhimthisgently；andhedescribedHer，evenasAdammusthavedescribedtothenewlynamedbeaststhegloryandtendernessandbeautyofEveIncidentallyIlearnedthatShewasatobacconist’sassistantwithaweaknessforprettydress，andhadtoldhimfourorfivetimesalreadythatShehadneverbeenkissedbyamanbefore。
　　Charliespokeon，andon，andon；whileI，separatedfromhimbythousandsofyears，wasconsideringthebeginningsofthingsNowIunderstoodwhytheLordsofLifeandDeathshutthedoorssocarefullybehindusItisthatwemaynotrememberourfirstwooingsWereitnotso，ourworldwouldbewithoutinhabitantsinahundredyears。
　　“Now，aboutthatgalley-story。”1said，stillmorecheerfully，inapauseintherushofthespeech。
　　Charlielookedupasthoughhehadbeenhit“Thegalley-whatgalley？Goodheavens，don’tjoke，man！Thisisserious！Youdon’tknowhowseriousitis！”
　　GrishChunderwasrightCharliehadtastedtheloveofwomanthatkillsremembrance，andthefineststory’intheworldwouldneverbewritten。
　　VOLUMEIVUNDERTHEDEODARS
　　THEEDUCATIONOFOTISYEERE
　　I
　　Inthepleasantorchard-closes“Godblessallourgains。”saywe；
　　Put“~1ayGodblessallourlosses。”
　　Bettersuitswithourdegree-
　　TheLostBower。
　　THISisthehistoryofafailure；butthewomanwhofailedsaidthatitmightbeaninstructivetaletoputintoprintforthebenefitoftheyoungergenerationTheyoungergenerationdoesnotwantinstruction，beingperfectlywillingtoinstructifanyonewilllistentoitNonetheless，herebeginsthestorywhereeveryright-mindedstoryshouldbegin，thatistosayatSimla，whereallthingsbeginandmanycometoanevilend。
　　ThemistakewasduetoaverycleverwomanmakingablunderandnotretrievingitMenarelicensedtostumble，butacleverwoman’smistakeisoutsidetheregularcourseofNatureandProvidence；sinceallgoodpeopleknowthatawomanistheonlyinfalliblethinginthisworld，exceptGovernmentPaperofthe’70issue，bearinginterestatfourandahalfpercentYet，wehavetorememberthatsixconsecutivedaysofrebearsingtheleadingpartofTheFeilenA’~ge~，attheNewGaietyTheatrewheretheplasterisnotyetproperlydry，mighthavebroughtaboutanunhingementofspiritswhich，again，mighthaveledtoeccentricities。
　　MrsHauksbeecameto“TheFoundry“totiffinwithMrs。
　　Mallowe，her13“
　　onebosomfriend，forshewasinnnsense“awoman’swoman。”
　　Anditwasawoman’stiffin，thedoorshuttoalltheworld；andtheybothtalkedchiflons，whichisFrenchforMysteries。
　　“I’veenjoyedanintervalofsanity。”MrsFlauksbeeannounced，aftertiffinwasoverandthetwowerecomfortablysettledinthelittlewriting-roomthatopenedoutofMrsMallowe’sbedroom。
　　“Mydeargirl，whathashedone？”saidMrsMallowe，sweetlyItisnoticeablethatladiesofacertainagecalleachother“deargirl。”justascommissionersoftwenty-eightyears’standingaddresstheirequalsintheCivilListas“myboy。”
　　“There’snoheinthecaseWhoamIthatanimaginarymanshouldbealwayscreditedtome？
　　AmIanApache？’1
　　“No，dear，butsomebody’sscalpisgenerallydryingatyourwigwam-doorSoaking，rather。”
　　ThiswasanallusiontotheHawleyBoy，whowasinthehabitofridingallacrossSimlaintheRains，tocallonMrsHauksbeeThatladylaughed。
　　“Formysins，theAideatTyrconnellastnighttoldmeofftoTheMussuckHsh！Don’tlaugh。
　　OneofmymostdevotedadmirersWhentheduffcame-someonereallyoughttoteachthemtomakepuddingatTyrconnel-TheMussuckwasatlibertytoattendtome。”
　　“Sweetsoul！Iknowhisappetite。”saidMrsMallowe“Didhe，ohdidhe，beginhiswooing？”
　　“ByaspecialmercyofProvidence，noHeexplainedhisimportanceasaPillaroftheEmpireI
　　didn’tlaugh。”
　　“Lucy，Idon’tbelieveyou。”
　　“AskCaptainSangar；hewasontheothersideWell，asIwassaying，TheMussuckdilated。”
　　“IthinkIcanseehimdoingit。”saidMrsMallowe，pensively，scratchingherfox-terrier’sears。
　　“IwasproperlyimpressedMostproperlyIyawnedopenly。
　　’Strictsupervision，andplaythemoffoneagainsttheother，’saidTheMussuck，shovelingdownhisicebytureen/uls，Iassureyou。
　　’That，MrsHauksbee，isthesecretofourGovernment。’“
　　MrsMallowelaughedlongandmerrily“Andwhatdidyousay？”
　　“Didyoueverknowmeatlossforanansweryet？Isaid：’SoIhaveobservedinmydealingswithyou。’TheMussuckswelledwithprideHeiscomingtocallonmeto-morrowTheHawleyBoyiscomingtoo。”
　　“’StrictsupervisionandplaythemoffoneagainsttheotherThat，MrsHauksbee，isthesecretofourGovernment。’AndIdaresayifwecouldgettoTheMussuck’sheart，weshouldfindthatheconsidershimselfamanoftheworld。”
　　“AsheisoftheothertwothingsIlikeTheMussuck，andIwon’thaveyoucallhimnamesHeamusesme。”
　　“Hehasreformedyou，too，bywhatappearsExplaintheintervalofsanity，andhitTimonthenosewiththepaper-cutter，pleaseThatdogistoofondofsugar。
　　Doyoutakemilkinyours？”
　　“No，thanksFolly，I’mweariedofthislifeIt’shollow。”
　　“Turnreligious，thenIalwayssaidthatRomewouldbeyourfate。”
　　“Onlyexchanginghalfadozenattach~inredforoneandinblack，andifIfasted，thewrinkleswouldcome，andnever，nevergoHasiteverstruckyou，dear，thatI’mgettingold？”
　　“ThanksforyourcourtesyI’llreturnitYe-eswearebothnotexactly-howshallIputit？”
　　“Whatwehavebeen’Ifeelitinmyhones，’asMrsCrossleysays。
　　Polly，I’vewastedmylife。”
　　“Ashow？”