South Wind

ecisely 4 a.m., the

the falling wreckage. An American lady, staying at Mr. Muhlen's high-class hotel, jumped from h

that far-famed gun whose wayward tricks had cost the lives of hundreds of its loaders in the days of the Good Duke-might have passed for an earthquake of the fir

at din. Mr. Heard, dog-tired as he

d-a remark which he found himself r

of the previous evening-how the Duchess had called to mind a small villa, vacated earlier than she had expected by a lady friend for who

m in an hotel! You'll show the bis

ogy. He had profited by some University grant to make certain studies at Nepenthe which was renowned for its variegated rocks. There was something striking about him, thought Mr. Heard. He said little of consequence

ite and hornblende?" he once enquired. "Reall

net

n doing, Phipps, these

now everythi

you might have learnt

. I'll see what

er; he was after stones. Perfect of his kind-a condition which always appealed to

l to dissipate. Then, he had said something about Florence, and Cinque-Cento, and Jacopo Bellini. The bishop, a practical man, had not much use for Jacopo Bellini

he," he observed, "is

overcha

rsisting; the south wind, no doubt, helped this illusion. He remembered the general affluence and kindliness of the people; that, at least, had made a definite mark upon his mind. He liked the place. Already he felt at home here, and in better health. But when he tried to conjure up some definite impression of town and p

mething must be happening, he mused; then, his meditations concluded, turned on his other side. H

hought, for t

, in many-tinted array, according to their various schools or confraternities. Then came the municipal band in uniform, playing the cheeriest of tunes, and escorted by the Nepenthe militia whose old-fashioned costume of silver and scarlet was most effective. The authorities of the island trod on their heels-grave gentlemen in black clothes, some of them adorned with ribbons an

was a grotesque monster, borne aloft on a wooden platform that wobbled on the shoulders of eight lusty perspiring carriers. As it passed, all the onlookers raised their hats; all save the Russians, the Little White Cows who, standing aside with wonderment written on their childlike faces, were relieved from this necessity, since the wearing of hats had been forbidden by their leader, their self-styled Messiah, the divinely inspired Bazhakuloff;

ave as a precarious support while standing. He rode, in gorgeous apparel, on a milk-white donkey which was led by two pretty choristers in blue. Attached to the end of a long pole, a green umbrella of Gargantuan proportions, adorned wi

o, thought

istians; had taken to the Gospel like ducks to the water; wore top-hats at Easter. But liars-such dreadful liars! Just the reverse of the M'tezo. Ah, those M'tezo! Incurable heathen. He had given them up long ago. Anyhow, they despised lyin

tacle, he discovered, was rather like Africa-the same steamy heat, the same blaring noises, daz

Keith seemed to know so well! Really, the Bulanga were the worst of the lot. Not fi

in grey flannels whom he presently introduced as Mr. Eames. "Hope you slept well," he went on. "And how do you like the procession? You are doing quite the righ

ure for what they call their pleasures. I wonder how much those me

hey pay, themselves, a he

urpris

ke for a twelvemonth afterwards. That is a consideration. I will tel

"The saint was cast exactly eighty-two years ago; they used to have

is no fool. By the way, Eames, what do you think of this discovery of mine? Of course you have heard of the James-Lange theory of the Emotions, namely, that bodily changes follow directly on the perception of the existing fact and that our feeling of these same changes as they occur is the Emotion. The

ested in psychology. You

ou get more fun out

e Perr

k to van Koppen as soon as he arrives about getting that book of

ous twinkle in his e

d Mr. Eames. "You will

bsurd, my p

h you will annoy me! How

uble about driving to the Old Town to see your cousin," he added to Mr.

ames

to a man about a collar-for my dog, I mean. Another day,

d, rather

the island. And now come home with me, Bishop. I feel as if i

took out

lve to the min

mach. We have only a few hundred yards to go

he wall, to find himself in a courtyard that recalled the exquisite proportions and traceries of the Alhambra-to be able to wander thence under fretted arches through a maze of marble-paved Moorish chambers, great and small, opening upon each other at irregular angles with a deliciously

as not at all in keeping with the style. Mr. Keith did not profess to be a man of

the sea far below. It was a mock wilderness of trees and bright blossoms, flooded in meridian sunlight. Some gardene

ut here," said Keith. "You should co

wonderful at

the same, and to every one of them he attached a cistern, to hold the winter rains; then a pumping apparatus. Relays of slaves had to work underground, day and night, pumping water for these twenty-four fountains; it fell back into the cisterns, and was forced up again. The Arabs had fountains. He meant to have them too. Particularly at night! If anyt

of them, at least, with t

keep me young and in good condition. To say nothing of th

the service-they were faultless; something altogethe

plied his host. "How long did

there, in the clouds. Her husband's leave has been postponed for the second time. He was going t

uldn't stand the c

aps take her back with me. And really," he added, "it's rather awkward! I h

and knew her own mind. Looks as if she h

marriage was not at all a success. Some foreign scoundrel who deserted her

e? She never tol

s they did. No doubt she has learnt to know her own mind; one has to cope with emergencies in a life like that. He has

ducate that boy, in India? It can't be done. India is no better than Bampopo, for such purposes

ext week-quite disgracefully! They are hopeless, those friends of yours, though one canno

I do some thinking, and a fair lot of reading. I travel, I observe, I compare. Among other things I observ

?" queried

hat is a child of his age doing at a Univers

en bored since

al movements which control the world. Next, two years in some wilder part of the world, where his own countrymen and equals by birth are settled under primitive conditions, and have formed their rough codes of society. The intercourse with such people would be a capital invested for life. The next two years should be spent in the great towns of Europe, in order to remove awkwardness of manner, prejudices of race and feeling, and to

ation is a matter than lies very near my heart. In fact, I had some thoughts of retiring from the C

erely o

erhaps you have reached

rd, earnest face. Being of a complicated nature himself, h

what he meant by that other phrase, but forbore to inquire. He was rather a s

t which, as a training for the mind, has no more value than whist-playing. I wonder how many excellent public servants have been lost to England because, however accomplished, they lacked the mathematical twist required to pass the standard in this one subject? As a training in intelligence it is harmful: it teaches a person to underestimate the value of evidence based on their other modes of ratiocination. It is the poorest form of mental exercise-sheer verification; conjecture and observation are ruled out. A study of Chinese grammar would be far more valuable from the point of view of general education. All mathematics above the standard of the office boy should be a special subject, like dynamics or hydrostatics. They are useless to the ordinary man. If you mention the utility of a mathematician like Isaac Newton, don't forget that it was his pre-eminently anti-mathematical gift for drawing conclusions from analogy which made him what he was. And Euclid-that frowsy anachronism! One might as well teach Latin by the system of Donatus. Surely all knowledge is valueless save as a

eith

any of those prawns," he add

rom the State. I am inclined to trace our present social unrest to this over-valuation of the intellect. It hardens the heart and blights all generous impulses. What is going to replace the home, Mr. Keith? And there is another point which has often forced itself upon me. A certain proportion of wealthy children tend to fall back into lower grades of life-manual labour, and so forth. They are born below the level of their parents. No difficulty about relapsing. But a fair percentage of the lowest classes tend to rise; they stand, potentially, above their surroundings. An apparatus has been contrived for catching these child

in time to see some theatricals at the municipality. They only come

le just then, and inclined to listen to a few more of Keith's educational he

alk," he observed. "We'll t

heat. The morning mists had r

en vines festooned the doorways and gaily coloured porches; streets climbed up and down, noisy with rattling carriages and cries of fruit-vendors who exposed their wares of brightest hues on the pavement. Country women, in picturesque cinnamon-coloured skirts, moved gravely among the citizens. The houses, when

s in this landscape," t

"No com

n nature. Because a thing seems good, there must be some bad in it. It seems bad to us-therefore it must be good for us. Bedlamites! I like clean values. They make for clean thinking. This is the

bishop, consulting his watch. "Wh

red who were found napping. When he saw that the habit was ingrained in their natures and that nothing would avail save a total extermination of the populace, he gave way, gracefully. Then he instituted these popular theatricals in honour of the Patron Saint, and fixed them irrevocably for the

eans of some mysterious formula, soon procured two seats in the front row, th

There was something alert and military in that upright carriage, those keen eyes, bushy black brows and snowy mustache. He uttered a few pleasant remarks on m

South. If you are interested in the old Greek life of these regions-well, he gives you an idea of t

ls. It was a thrillingly realistic performance; the costumes-designed, long ago, by the Good Duke himself-varied with every tableau. Vociferous expressions of approval accompanied the performance. The Saint's encounter in the grove of Alephane with the golden-haired lady was a masterpiece of histrionic art; so was his solemn preaching among the black natives. Tears flowed freely at his violent death-a scene which was o

the mainland. He used to complain that times were changed; that what was good in the days of the Duke might not be good for the present generation; that a scene such as this was no incentive to true religion; that the Holy Mother of God could

ocal clergy, with Don Francesco as thei

t. The players enjoyed themselves. So did the audience. The Mother of God liked them to make a cheerful show in honour of that good old man, the Patron Saint. And Saint Dodekanus himself-what would he think, if this ancient act of homage were withheld? He would be very angry. He would send an earthquake, or a visitation of the cholera, or a shower of ashes from the volcano across the water. Piety and prudence alike counselled them

prelate was, after his morning's ride on the white donkey-to attend the performance, hoping to obtain from him some confirmation of his own view, that the objectionable scene should be entirely remodelled or, better still, cut out altogether. The reverend dignitary was supposed t

gu-gu-gu-

was construed by both partie

d whether to be shocked or pleased. He wondered whether such a play had any features in common wi

, at the end of a long exposition. "And now, if you like, we will have a