He had tried everything from hypnotism to electricity, when the “X” ray was first talked about. He could think or talk of nothing else; he perused2 every magazine and paper with greedy avidity in search of articles concerning it.
“Christopher, do put that paper down and eat your breakfast,” said his wife.
Mrs. Hembold was a nervous little woman, and it annoyed her to hear the newspaper rattle3, and she disliked to have it held so as to hide her Christopher from view.
“But, Maria, just listen, here’s more about that wonderful discovery—” he exclaimed excitedly.
“Christopher Hembold! Eat your breakfast! I care much more that the steak and coffee are getting cold than I do for that nonsense.”
“You have no sympathy, Maria; the mysteries of science are beyond your appreciation4!” he exclaimed, as he folded the paper in dignified5 displeasure.
“Appreciate fiddlesticks!” angrily retorted Maria, stirring her coffee vigorously.
215Said Christopher, the next morning at the breakfast table:
“Maria, I am going to Abbeyville on business, and shall in all probability be detained a month.”
“What business have you in Abbeyville?” asked Maria in surprise.
“It is business of a private nature, which you wouldn’t understand,” answered he loftily.
“Which is a polite way of telling me that it is none of my business,” retorted Maria in a huff.
Christopher left the house in dignified anger; his portly figure and handsome profile the admiration6 of his wrathful wife. The fact was, he did not wish to talk; he had determined7 that he would investigate the “X” ray to his own satisfaction. A certain idea haunted him by day, and mingled8 with his dreams at night; it thrust itself between him and the long columns in the ledger9; until, with a finger on the figures, he would fix his eyes on vacancy10, and go off into a deep study.
At last Mr. Brown, his employer, said to him:
“What is the matter with you Christopher? Are you ill?”
“No—yes—not very,” answered Christopher confusedly.
“You had better take a layoff11 until you feel better,” said Brown; adding mentally, “You are of no use here; you’ll mix those accounts until it will take an expert a week to straighten them.”
Christopher packed his grip with a sigh of satisfaction, and left home on the evening train.
Maria gave a little regretful sigh. “He might have kissed me; he didn’t even say good-by.”
216She presently began thinking how preoccupied12 he looked, and how strange he had acted.
“I do wonder if he was in trouble! I ought not have been so cross, but he should have told me; so there!” After a minute of troubled thought, she added: “Perhaps he didn’t want to worry me.”
Whenever Christopher was present she must give him a dig as often as the opportunity occurred; but no sooner was he away than all his good qualities became apparent.
Instead of stopping at Abbeyville, Christopher hastened on to a city more than a thousand miles away. “I’ll just call myself John Smith, and I shall not be bothered while making my investigations,” said he complacently14.
The next morning after his arrival he sought out the noted15 Professor Blank, and at some length explained his project; in conclusion he said:
“You understand that I wish to be cathodographed many times; the working of the brain has always been a tantalizing16 puzzle to me. What I wish to search out is, how the different emotions affect the gray matter; for instance, it is claimed that this bump is combativeness;” placing his hand on the region indicated. “It is also claimed that all qualities, whether good or bad, are capable of being cultivated; that the bump indicating that trait or quality grows perceptibly larger; well, then, the substance known as gray matter must undergo a change; whenever that emotion is unduly17 excited, the gray matter must quiver, vibrate; in fact change 217position. Have you never felt as though your brain must burst with the intensity18 of emotion? I have; and am eager to test it with the ‘X’ ray.” He paused as though for an answer, but receiving none, continued: “Now in order to test this, I wish to subject myself to every possible emotion, and in every change be photographed.”
The professor smiled incredulously.
“How are you to obtain these changes of mood? Such emotions usually come without our choosing.”
“True! Well, I shall endeavor to create the emotion as I wish it.”
The professor laughed aloud. “I think under such conditions that the emotion would be altogether too tame to have a visible effect on the brain.”
Christopher resented the laughter: “Perhaps you are not willing to assist me in making my experiments?” he questioned angrily.
“Now, look here! I wish to investigate this carefully, and I’m willing and able to pay your price; but I’ll not be ridiculed20 sir, I’m no boy, I’ll have you understand!”
“No, of course not,” answered the professor soothingly21, he thought him a mild lunatic; really he seemed half insane; no matter what reply the professor made, he grew more wroth, until he, out of all patience, said angrily: “What is the matter with you? You act like a maniac22!”
218“Quick! Quick! Photograph me!” cried Christopher, with livid lips.
“Well, well!” exclaimed the professor in astonishment23, as he hastily complied with the request; after which Christopher sank back, pale and trembling.
The professor looked at him admiringly: “How did you accomplish it?”
“Oh, I don’t know; I just let go of the strings;” smiling faintly.
Thus he went through the whole scale of emotions; he was taken while under the influence of an?sthetics; in a placid24 mood; in a moment of most uproarious hilarity25; in the depths of despondency; in languishing26 amorousness27; in fact, in all conceivable moods of the human mind. He seemed to possess the strange faculty28 of producing any desired emotion at will.
After he had exhausted29 all moods, he one day stood gazing meditatively30, and rather sadly at the plates.
“Are you not satisfied?” asked the professor.
Christopher sighed deeply: “No, I cannot say that I am; it is certainly shown that there is a change, the exact nature of which is by no means clearly defined. Some future discovery will, I am sure, enable the scientist to see the action of the brain as plainly as we now know the action of the heart.”
He nervously31 ran his fingers through his hair while speaking; he withdrew his hand with an exclamation32 of horror: it was covered with hairs and a cloud of the same enveloped33 him.
“Heaven! Is all my hair falling out?” he cried in dismay.
219The professor calmly observed: “I have noticed it for some time; when you first came your mustache and eyebrows34 were very thick and long, but have been gradually thinning, I thought several times that I would speak of it, but we have had so much else to talk about, and the most of your moods have been so peculiar—” he smiled as he paused.
“Oh, it’s all right for you to laugh! You wouldn’t if you were in my shoes! Whatever will Maria say?”
He stood ruefully looking at his reflection in the mirror. “I look like a kid!” said he scornfully. “I have been so busy with this confounded foolishness that I did not think of looking in a glass. Pshaw! I’m going to drop this nonsense and go home; I know that my wife is worried about me before this time. I haven’t written to her since I came here. I didn’t want her to know what I was doing.”
“You ought to have told her, though,” said the professor.
“You don’t know Maria!” said Christopher sadly. “Confound it! How my head aches! Now that I take time to think of it, I know that it has ached for a week.”
The following morning Christopher was very ill, and was not able to leave his room for weeks. When at last he arose, he giddily crossed the room to the mirror, and looked at himself; he sank into a chair with a groan35; not a vestige36 of hair remained on head or face.
He covered his long, leathery face with his hands, and cried aloud: “I look like a great 220big sole-leather baby! Whatever will Maria say! I’ll never tell her that it is the effect of that confounded “X” ray; if I did I should never hear the last of it; I’ve been sick, I am sick—sick of the whole business.”
Meanwhile at home, Maria had at first reproached herself with her irritability37, and finished by writing Christopher a loving, and penitent38 little note, which she sent to Abbeyville. Of course she received no reply.
She wrote again, a still more penitent and pleading letter; this not being answered, she became very indignant.
“If he wants to be so awfully40 huffy, let him!” she said wrathfully; but when a whole month passed, and no tidings came as to his whereabouts, she became alarmed, and began to institute cautious inquiries41.
Of course, all search proved unavailing, and Maria wept and mourned her Christopher as dead.
Nearly five months from the day he left his home, Christopher wearily climbed the front steps of his own residence, and rang the bell. His clothing hung loosely on his gaunt limbs; his long, thin face was the color of leather; his eyes, devoid42 of lashes43, and without eyebrows, looked perfectly lifeless.
Hannah, an old servant in the family, opened the door.
“If you want food go to the rear door,” she cried sharply, as she shut him out unceremoniously.
221He sat down on the upper step, pale and trembling.
“What does Hannah mean by insulting me thus? Can it be that Maria is so angry that she has ordered the servants to refuse me admittance?”
He mopped his forehead with his handkerchief, although the air was frosty and nipping. Presently he muttered to himself: “I’ll just stay around until Maria comes out, then I’ll persuade her to forgive me. I’ve acted the fool, that’s sure.”
He walked up and down the street, and hung around corners, until the whole neighborhood were watching him.
About three in the afternoon, Maria came out of the house dressed in the deepest of mourning.
“I wonder who is dead; must be her father!” he shambled up to her, and laid his hand on her arm. “Ma—” he began; she gave a frightened scream, and started to run; he clutched her more frantically44, and cried wildly: “Listen to me! you shall listen to me!”
She screamed again at the top of her voice: “Help! Murder! Police!”
A gentleman coming toward them, rushed up, and gave Christopher a stunning45 blow; Maria tore herself loose at the expense of much crape; ran back into the house, and locked the door after herself.
Christopher arose from the sidewalk and shuffled46 off down the street, muttering maledictions as he went. “It’s all a conspiracy47! She has got another lover, and thinks to get rid of me; she’ll find that she can’t do it so easily. 222I’ll wait until dark, and then let myself in with my latchkey; we’ll see whether I am master in my own house or not.”
He paced the street angrily until nightfall; stationing himself opposite, he then watched the house until all was dark and silent. Still another hour he waited: “I’ll be sure that the servants are asleep, evidently they have orders to put me out, or Hannah would not have ordered me off as she did. I’ll show them that they will not get the best of Christopher Hembold yet.”
About eleven o’clock he cautiously crept up the steps, and as cautiously let himself in; just within he removed his boots; then carefully groped his way to Maria’s room. Her door was unlocked, and by the dim light of the night lamp he saw her round white arm thrown above her head, thus framing her delicate face; the lace on her night robe rising and falling with every breath.
A rush of love and tenderness came over him; this was his Maria—the dainty bride whom he had transplanted from her father’s home; he knelt beside the bed, enfolding her in his arms, and pressed a passionate48 kiss upon her half-parted lips. She opened wide her affrighted eyes; she struggled wildly, letting out one piercing shriek49, then fainted. The half-clad servants came running into the room, finding Christopher on his knees beside the bed, chafing50 Maria’s hands, kissing her pale face, and fondly calling her: “My love! My little one!”
Thomas, the coachman, seized him by the shoulders; Maria regaining51 consciousness, began 223screaming again; Hannah added to the confusion by crying excitedly, “Throw him out! Call the police! The man is crazy!” Thomas obeyed the first command; he dragged Christopher down the stairs, opened the door, and kicked him out, and down the steps.
He lay there a few minutes, completely bewildered. Just as he was struggling to his feet, a policeman came along, and seeing his bewildered condition, his shoeless feet, and battered52 appearance, laid his hand roughly on his shoulder, and said to him: “What are you doing here?”
“This is my home. I am Christopher Hembold!” answered he.
The policeman laughed: “Oh, come off! This is the home of the Widow Hembold, all right; but you look about as much like the defunct53 Christopher as a yellow cur resembles a King Charles spaniel.”
Christopher tried to jerk away. “Let me alone!” he cried angrily.
“Will I?” said the burly policeman. “Where are your boots?” continued he.
“In the house, if it is any of your business,” was the surly reply.
The tumult54 within the house still continued; lights were carried from room to room, and flashed weirdly55 up and down the stairs. Thomas came hurriedly out of the door, kicking Christopher’s boots into the street as he ran down the steps.
“Hello!” says the policeman: “What’s the matter in there?”
“Some burglar, or lunatic let himself into the 224house, and into Mrs. Hembold’s room; and she’s gone into hysterics; I’m going after Dr. Philbrick.”
“Let me go! Let go of me! I’m going into the house—to my wife!” said Christopher, struggling wildly.
“You are going to the station, and if you don’t go decently, I’ll call the patrol;” and call the patrol he did.
Christopher fought like a fury, but in spite of it he was loaded into the wagon56 between two burly promoters of the peace and carried to the station, where he raved57 like a madman all night. The next morning they had him up for drunk and disorderly. In vain he protested that he had not touched liquor, and declared that his name was Christopher Hembold. No one believed him, so he got fifteen days, and the next morning saw him marched out with the chain gang to work on the street. He had quieted down by this time, and had determined what to do; he watched his opportunity until the overseer’s back was turned toward him; all the rest of the gang except his mate also faced the opposite way. He slipped a dollar into his mate’s willing palm. “You will not see me leave; look the other way.” He obeyed, and Christopher hurried down a side street, walked swiftly through a front gate into a private yard, out through a rear gate into an alley58, and was lost to the chain gang.
He went direct to his lawyers. Mr. Hurd, the senior member of the firm, was seated at his desk when Christopher entered; he scarcely looked up at his salutation: “Good-morning Mr. Hurd.”
225The lawyer barely nodded his head, and continued his writing; after several minutes, observing Christopher still standing59: “Well, sir! Have you business with me?” evidently not favorably impressed by his visitor’s appearance.
“Don’t you know me, Mr. Hurd?”
“You ought to know Christopher Hembold?” interrogatively.
“Yes, sir; I knew him well; good fellow, but a little cracked in the upper story.”
He returned to his writing, evidently considering the matter disposed of; after a long time Christopher, still smarting from Mr. Hurd’s contemptuous remark, said: “Well?” in a questioning tone.
Mr. Hurd looked up in displeasure. “Please state your business; my time is limited,” he said.
Christopher flushed a sickly green over all his yellow face. “Mr. Hurd, I came to you to have you intercede61 for me with my wife; she will not allow me to speak to her, and caused the servants to throw me out of the house.”
The lawyer held up his hand: “First, if you wish me to take your case, I must receive a retainer; I do business in no other way.”
Christopher opened his lashless62 eyes in a grotesque63 stare. “Sir! You have all of my business in your hands, and have had it for years,” answered he angrily.
Mr. Hurd turned around in his office chair, and gave his caller an angry look; he touched 226the button at his side; a colored servant came instantly.
“James, show this man out.” Turning to Christopher he said:
“I have no time to be bothered with such nonsense. The idea of your trying to palm yourself off for Christopher Hembold!” he cried, with withering64 contempt.
Christopher stalked out of the office in a rage. He went direct to his room at the hotel; he threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands; his attitude expressed the utmost dejection; after a time he arose and stood before the mirror:
“Is it possible that Maria did not know me?” he looked at himself scornfully: “Who would know you? You old, yellow-faced, putty baby, you!” he apostrophized, shaking his fist at his reflection. “Serves you right; serves you right, you old idiot! Fool with the ‘X’ ray, will you, trying to find out if you do know anything? I can tell you that you are a fool. Fool! fool!” he cried tragically65.
After a time he calmed down, and taking out his purse counted the contents.
There is something akin13 to the ridiculous in the near association of pathos66 and money; they are very near neighbors, however. Christopher sighed deeply: “This is all I have left, and—when my lawyer will not acknowledge my identity, what am I to do?” He drummed impatiently upon the table with his fingers; finally he started up excitedly: “Of course! Good Lord! why didn’t I think of that!”
227He hauled his gripsack into the middle of the room; shirts and socks flew right and left, until he found the cathodographs, also a photograph taken just previous to his experimenting; he took them out, and placed them in a row; taking the photograph, he walked to the mirror and compared it with the reflection.
“I don’t wonder that no one knew you, you old scarecrow, you!” glaring angrily at his double.
The next morning he again sought Mr. Hurd; the lawyer turned angrily upon his entrance: “I do not wish to be bothered, sir,” motioning toward the door.
Christopher was not to be put off in this manner; he walked up to the desk, and laid down the pictures he had brought.
“Will you be kind enough to look at these?” asked Christopher in a quivering voice.
Mr. Hurd glanced at them impatiently: “Well! What of them?”
“You know this one as representing Christopher Hembold?” he asked eagerly, with his finger on the photograph spoken of.
“But I sat for every one of those pictures,” despondently68; the hope which he had cherished dying within his heart.
“Oh, stuff, nonsense!” scornfully ejaculated Mr. Hurd. Christopher’s head fell forward on his breast; he looked the picture of despair. His clothing hung loosely upon his long, gaunt limbs; his hands, much too large for the bony 228wrists, dropped nervelessly at his side; his lifeless eyes, his hollow cheeks, looked as though the great Conqueror69 had already claimed him, while still permitting him to roam the earth for some inscrutable purpose.
Mr. Hurd, having little sentiment, thought only of his annoyance70. “Will you please remove that litter from the desk,” he said.
Christopher made one more appeal: “Will you write to Professor Blank, and find whether these pictures were taken from my sittings?” he asked supplicatingly.
“I will not be bothered with it, I tell you; write for yourself,” he answered roughly.
“I will,” said Christopher, with vexed71 decision, then occurred to him the thought; Professor Blank knew him as Smith only. He gathered the photographs up hastily, and rushed out of the house. “I’ve a notion to drown my fool self! Oh, what shall I do! Was ever any one in such a predicament!” he cried aloud. Everyone turned to look at him as he ran past them.
“Hello, Smith! Where are you going in such a rush? What is the matter with you?” cried a familiar voice in his very ear.
Christopher gave a great shout; then began to cry like a veritable baby, as he grasped the professor’s hands. “I was going to drown myself; you have saved my life,” and he fairly blubbered.
“Smith, you are as crazy as you are bald-headed,” laughingly said the professor.
“Don’t call me Smith! My name is Christopher Hembold,” he said excitedly.
229“I only know that you called yourself Smith.”
“Yes; it’s surprising what a fool a man can make of himself,” dejectedly.
He took the photographs from his pocket, and said entreatingly72: “Say, professor, do go with me to my lawyer, and tell him that you took these with the ‘X’ ray, and don’t say anything about Smith;” this last in a tone of intense disgust.
They were just entering a park, and seated themselves on a bench, while Christopher told the whole story. The professor laughed, even as he said: “I’m sorry for you, and will help you all I can.”
Once more Christopher climbed the stairs to the lawyer’s office. Mr. Hurd arose to his feet wrathfully. “You are the most persistent73 annoyance that I ever met——”
Christopher interrupted him: “Mr. Hurd, allow me to introduce to you the eminent74 Professor Blank.”
The lawyer jerked his head slightly, attaching no importance to the name. The Professor bowed courteously75, at the same time handing him his card.
As Mr. Hurd glanced at the bit of pasteboard, his manner underwent a great change: “Please be seated,” said he urbanely76.
Professor Blank bowed again: “This gentleman requested me to accompany him to your office, to testify that I took these cathodographs of him with the ‘X’ ray. This represents him as he appeared when I first saw him,” laying the photograph on the desk: “After having the last 230of the cathodographs taken he was very ill for a long time; his hair had nearly all fallen before his illness, and during that illness he became emaciated77 as you see him.”
“But what took his hair off?”
“Oh, the ‘X’ ray; it sometimes has that effect,” said the professor calmly.
Mr. Hurd turned to Christopher: “You don’t mean to tell me—” he paused eloquently79.
Maria had entered unperceived: “You mean that you had your skull81 pictured; you haven’t any brain, Christopher; the ‘X’ ray makes but a slight shadow of soft substances, and none of a vacuum,” said she sweetly.
Said Christopher, in an aside to the professor:
“I told you that you didn’t know my Maria! My! Won’t I catch it, though!”
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