"Midnight.
"Dear Miss Dulcimer,
"Just a line to tell you what a lovely evening we have had. The baronet seemed greatly taken with Miss Jack1 and she with him, and they behaved in a conventional manner. Guy and I were able to have a real long chat and he told me all his troubles. It appears that he has just been thrown over by his promised bride under circumstances of a most peculiar2 character. I gave him the sympathy he needed, but at the same time thought to myself, aha! here is another member for the Old Maids' Club. You rely on me, I will build you up a phalanx of Old Maids that shall just swamp the memory of Hippolyte and her Amazons. I got out of Guy the name and address of the girl who jilted him. I shall call upon Miss Sybil Hotspur the first thing in the morning, and if I do not land her my name is not
"Yours cheerily,
"Wee Winnie."
"This may be awkward," said the Honorary Trier, returning the letter to the President. "Miss Nimrod seems to take her own election for granted."
"And to think that we are anxious for members," added Lillie.
"Well, we ought to have somebody to replace Miss Jack," said Silverdale, with a suspicion of a smile. "But do you propose to accept Wee Winnie?"
"I don't know—she is certainly a remarkable3 girl. Such originality4 and individuality! Suppose we let things slide a little."
"Very well; we will not commit ourselves yet by saying anything to Miss Nim——"
"Miss Nimrod," announced Turple the magnificent.
"Aha! Here we are again!" cried Wee Winnie. "How are you, everybody? How is the old gentleman? Isn't he here?"
"He is very well, thank you, but he is not one of us," said Lillie.
"Oh! Well, anyhow, I've got another of us."
"Miss Sybil Hotspur?"
"The same. I found her raging like a volcano."
"No, no, she is one of the old sort. She merely fumes," said Wee Winnie, laughing as if she had made a joke. "She was raving6 against the infidelity of men. Poor Guy! How his ears must have tingled7. He has sent her a long explanation, but she laughs it to scorn. I persuaded her to let you see it—it is so quaint8."
"Have you it with you?" asked Lillie eagerly. Her appetite for tales of real life was growing by what it fed upon.
"Yes—here is his letter, several quires long. But before you can understand it, you must know how the breach9 came about."
"Lord Silverdale, pass Miss Nimrod the chocolate creams. Or would you like some lemonade?"
"Lemonade by all means," replied Wee Winnie, taking up her favorite attitude astride the sofa. "With just a wee drappie of whiskey in it, if you please. I daresay I shall be as dry as a lime-kiln before I've finished the story and read you this letter."
Turple the magnificent duly attended to Miss Nimrod's wants. Whatever he felt, he made no sign. He was simply Turple the magnificent.
"One fine day," said Wee Winnie, "or rather, one day that began fine, a merry party made an excursion into the country. Sybil Hotspur and her fiancé, Guy Fledgely, (and of course the baronet) were of the party. After picknicking on the grass, the party broke up into twos till tea-time. The baronet was good enough to pair off with an unattached young lady, and so Sybil and Guy were free to wander away into a copse. The sun was very hot, and the young man had not spared the fizz. First he took off his coat, to be cooler, then with an afterthought he converted it into a pillow and went to sleep. Meantime Sybil, under the protection of her parasol, steadily12 perused13 one of Addiper's early works, chaster in style than in substance, and sneering14 in exquisitely15 chiselled16 epigrams at the weaknesses of his sex. Sybil stole an involuntary glance at Guy—sleeping so peacefully like a babe in the wood, with the squirrels peeping at him trustfully. She felt that Addiper was a jaundiced cynic—that her Guy at least would be faithful unto death. At that instant she saw a folded sheet of paper on the ground near Guy's shoulder. It might have slipped from the inner pocket of the coat on which his head was resting, but if it had she could not put it back without disturbing his slumbers17. Besides, it might not belong to him at all. She picked up the paper, opened it, and turned pale as death. This is what she read.
"Manager of Daily Hurrygraph. Please insert enclosed series, in order named, on alternate days, commencing to-day week. Postal18 order enclosed."
"'3. Dearest, dearest, dearest. Only Anastasia and the dog. Thought I should have died. Cruel heart, hope on. The white band of hope! Watchman, what of the night? Shall we say 11.15 from Paddington since the sea will not give up its dead? I have drained the dregs. The rest is silence. Answer to-morrow or I shall dree my weird21.—Popsy.'
"There was no signature to the letter, but the writing was that which had hitherto borne to poor Sybil the daily assurances of her lover's devotion. She looked at the sleeping traitor22 so savagely23 that he moved uncomfortably, even in his sleep. Like a serpent that scrap24 of paper had entered into her Eden, and she put it in her bosom25 that it might sting her. Unnoticed, the shadows had been lengthening26, the sky had grown gray, as if in harmony with her blighted27 hopes. Roughly she roused the sleeper28, and hastily they wended their way back to the rendezvous29, to find tea just over and the rush to the station just beginning. There was no time to talk till they were seated face to face in the railway carriage. The party had just caught the train, and bundling in anyhow had become separated. Sybil and Guy were alone again.
"Then Sybil plucked from her breast the serpent and held it up.
"'Guy,' she said. 'What is this?'
"'What is this?' she repeated, and read in unsympathetic accents: 'Dearest, dearest, dearest. Remember the grotto.—Popsy.'
"'Who is "dearest"?' she continued.
"'You, of course,' he said with ghastly playfulness.
"Dearest, is you," he said with ghastly playfulness.
"'Indeed. Then allow me to say, sir, I will remember the grotto. I shall never forget it, Popsy. If you wish to communicate with me, a penny postage stamp is, I believe, adequate. Perhaps I am also Anastasia, to say nothing of the dog. Or shall we say the 11-15 from Paddington, Popsy?'
"'Sybil, darling,' he broke in piteously. 'Give me back that paper, you wouldn't understand.'
"'I can explain all,' he cried wildly.
"'I am listening,' Sybil said.
"'The fact is—I—I——' The young man flushed and stammered. Sybil's pursed lips gave him no assistance.
"'It may seem incredible—you will not believe it.'
"Sybil made no sign.
"'I—I—am the victim of a disease.'
"Sybil stared scornfully.
"'I—I—don't look at me like that, or I can't tell you. I—I—I didn't like to tell you before, but I always knew you would have to know some day. Perhaps it is better it has come out before our marriage. Listen!'
"The young man leant over and breathed solemnly in her ear: 'I suffer from an hereditary32 tendency to advertise in the agony column.'
"Sybil made no reply. The train drew up at a station. Without a word Sybil left the carriage and rejoined her friends in the next compartment33."
"What an extraordinary excuse," exclaimed Lillie.
"So Sybil thought," replied Wee Winnie. "From that day to this—almost a week—she has never spoken to him. And yet Guy persists in his explanation, even to me; which is so superfluous34 that I am almost inclined to believe in its truth. At any rate I will now read you his letter:—
"'Dear Sybil:—
"'Perhaps for the last time I address you thus, for if after reading this you still refuse to believe me, I shall not trespass35 upon your patience again. But for the sake of our past love I beg you to read what follows in a trusting spirit, and if not in a trusting spirit, at least to read it. It is the story of how my father became a baronet, and when you know that, you will perhaps learn to pity and to bear with me.
"'When a young man my father was bitten by the passion for contributing to the agony column. Some young men spend their money in one way, some in another; this was my father's dissipation. He loved to insert mysterious words and sentences in the advertisement columns of the newspapers, so as to enjoy the sensation of giving food for speculation36 to a whole people. To sit quietly at home and with a stroke of the pen influence the thoughts of millions of his countrymen—this gave my father the keenest satisfaction. When you come to analyze37 it, what more does the greatest author do?
"'The agony column is the royal road to successful authorship, if the publication of fiction in leading newspapers be any test of success; for my father used sometimes to conduct whole romances by correspondence, after the fashion of the then reigning38 Wilkie Collins. And the agony column is also the most innocuous method for satisfying that crave39 for supplying topics of conversation which sometimes leads people to crime. I make this analysis to show you that there was no antecedent improbability about what you seem to consider a wild excuse. The desire to contribute to this department of journalism40 is no isolated41 psychical42 freak; it is related to many other manifestations43 of mental activity, and is perfectly44 intelligible45. But this desire, like every other, may be given its head till it runs away with the whole man. So it was with my father. He began—half in fun—with a small advertisement, one insertion. Unfortunately—or fortunately—he made a little hit with it. He heard two men discussing it in a café. The next week he tried again—unsuccessfully this time, so far as he knew. But the third advertisement was again a topic of conversation. Even in his own office (he was training for an architect), he heard the fellows saying, "Did you see that funny advertisement this morning—'Be careful not to break the baby.'"
"'You can imagine how intoxicating46 this sort of thing is and how the craving47 for the secret enjoyment48 it brings may grow on a man. Gradually my father became the victim of a passion fiercer than the gambler's, yet akin11 to it. For, he never knew whether his money would procure49 him the gratification he yearned50 for or not; it was all a fluke. The most promising51 mysteries would attract no attention, and even a carefully planned novelette, that ran for a week with as many as three characters intervening, would fall still-born upon the tapis of conversation. But every failure only spurred him to fresh effort. All his spare coin, all his savings52, went into the tills of the newspaper cashiers. He cut down his expenses to the uttermost farthing, living abstemiously53 and dressing54 almost shabbily, and sacrificing everything to his ambitions. It was lucky he was not in a bank; for he had only a moderate income, and who knows to what he might have been driven? At last my father struck oil. Tired of the unfruitful field of romance, whose best days seemed to be over, my father returned to that rudimentary literature which pleases the widest number of readers, while it has the never-failing charm of the primitive55 for the jaded56 disciples57 of culture. He wrote only polysyllabic unintelligibilities.
"'Thus for a whole week in every morning agony column he published in large capitals the word:
"'Paddlepintospheroskedaddepoid.
This was an instantaneous success. But it was only a succès d'estime. People talked of it, but they could not remember it. It had no seeds of permanence in it. It could never be more than a nine days' wonder. It was an artificial, esoteric novelty, that might please the cliques58 but could never touch the masses. It lacked the simplicity59 of real greatness, that unmistakable elemental cachet which commends things to the great heart of the people. After a bit, this dawned upon my father; and, profiting by his experience, he determined60 to create something which should be immortal61.
"'For days he racked his brains, unable to please himself. He had the critical fastidiousness of the true artist, and his ideal ever hovered62 before him, unseizable. Grotesque63 words floated about him in abundance, every current of air brought him new suggestions, he lived in a world of strange sounds. But the great combination came not.
"'Late one night, as he sat brooding by his dying fire, there came a sudden rapping at his chamber64 door. A flash of joy illumined his face, he started to his feet.
"'"I have it!" he cried.
"'"Influenza66," surlily answered my father, for he was not to be caught napping, and Marple went away hurriedly. Marple was something in the city. The two young men were great friends, but there are some things which cannot be told even to friends. It was not influenza my father had got. To his fevered onomatopœic fancy, Marple's quick quadruple rap had translated itself into the word: Olotutu.
"'At this hour of the day, my dear Sybil, it is superfluous to say anything about this word, with which you have been familiar from your cradle. It has now been before the public over a quarter of a century, and it has long since won immortality67. Little did you think when we sat in the railway carriage yesterday, that the "Olotutu" that glared at you from the partition was the far-away cause of the cloud now hanging over our lives. But it may be interesting to you to learn that in the early days many people put the accent on the second syllable68, whereas all the world now knows, the accent is on the first, and the "o" of "ol" is short. When my father found he had set the Thames on fire, he was almost beside himself with joy. At the office the clerks, in the intervals69 of wondering about "Olotutu" wondered if he had come into a fortune. He determined to follow up his success: to back the winning word, to consecrate70 his life to "Olotutu," to put all his money on it. Thenceforwards for the next three months you very rarely opened a paper without seeing the word, "Olotutu." It stood always by itself, self-complete and independent, rigid71 and austere72, in provoking sphynx-like solitude73. Sybil, imagine to yourself my father's rapture74! To be the one man in all England who had the clue to the enigma75 of "Olotutu!" At last the burden of his secret became intolerable. He felt he must breathe a hint of it or die. One night while Marple was smoking in his rooms and wondering about "Olotutu," my father proudly told him all.
"'"A millionaire!"
"'"Are you a lunatic?"
"'"Are you an idiot? Don't you see that there is a fortune in 'Olotutu'?"
"'"A fortune! How?"
"'"But—but—but you don't understand. 'Olotutu' is only——"
"'"Only an income for life," interrupted Marple excitedly. "Look here, old boy, I'll get you up a syndicate to run it in twenty-four hours."
"'"Do you mean to say——?"
"'"No, I mean to do. I'm an ass10 not to quietly annex79 it all to myself, but I always said I was too honest for the City. Give me 'Olotutu' and we'll divide the profits. Glory! Hooray!"
"'"But what profits? Where from?" asked my father, still unenlightened, for, outside architecture, he was a greenhorn.
"'Marple sang the "Ba, ba, ba, boodle-dee" of the day, and continued his wild career.
"'My father seized him by the throat and pushed him into a chair.
"'"Speak, man," he cried agitatedly81. "Stop your tomfoolery and talk sense."
"'"I am talking cents—which is better," said Marple, with a boisterous82 burst of laughter. "A word that all the world is talking about is a gold-mine—a real gold-mine. I mean, not one on a prospectus83. Don't you see that 'Olotutu' is a household word, and that everybody imagines it is the name of some new patent, something which the proprietor84 has been keeping dark? I did myself. When at last 'Olotutu' is put upon the market it will come into the world under the fierce light that beats upon a boom, and it will be snapped up like currant cake at a tea-fight. Why, Nemo's Fruit Pepper, which has been on every hoarding85 for twenty years, is not half so much talked about as 'Olotutu.' What you achieved is an immense preliminary advertisement—and you were calmly thinking of stopping there! Within sight of Pactolus!"
"'"I had achieved my end!" replied my father with dignity. "Art for art's sake—I did not work for money."
"'"Then you refuse half the profits?"
"'"Oh, no, no! If the artist's work brings him money, he cannot help it. I think I catch your idea now. You wish to put some commodity upon the market attached to the name of 'Olotutu.' We have a pedestal but no statue, a cloak but nothing to cover."
"'"We shall have plenty to cover soon," observed Marple winking86. And he sat himself unceremoniously at my writing-desk and began scribbling87 away for dear life.
"'"I suppose then," went on my father, "we shall have to get hold of some article and manufacture it."
"'"Nonsense," jerked Marple. "Where are we to get the capital from?"
"'"Oh, I see you will get the syndicate to do it?"
"'"Good gracious, man!" yelped88 Marple. "Do you suppose the syndicate will have any capital? Let me write in peace."
"'"But who is going to manufacture 'Olotutu' then?" persisted my father.
"'"The British Public of course," thundered Marple. My father was silenced. The feverish89 scratching of Marple's pen continued, working my father up to an indescribable nervous tension.
"'"But what will 'Olotutu' be?" he inquired at last. "A patent medicine, a tobacco, a soap, a mine, a comic paper, a beverage90, a tooth-powder, a hair-restorer?"
"'"Look here, old man!" roared Marple. "How do you expect me to bother about details? This thing has got to be worked at once. The best part of the Company season is already over. But 'Olotutu' is going to make it up. Mark my words the shares of 'Olotutu' will [pg 257] be at a premium91 on the day of issue. Another sheet of paper, quick."
"'"What for?"
"'"I want to write to a firm of Chartered Accountants and Valuers to give an estimate of the profits!"
"'"An estimate of the profits?"
"'"Don't talk like a parrot!"
"'"But how can they estimate the profits?"
"'"How? what do you suppose they're chartered for? You or I couldn't do it; of course not. But it's the business of accountants! That's what they're for. Pass me more writing-paper—reams of it!"
"'Marple spent the whole of that night writing letters to what he called his tame guinea-pigs; and the very next day large bills bearing the solitary93 word "Olotutu" were posted up all over London till the public curiosity mounted to frenzy. The bill-posters earnt many a half-crown by misinforming the inquisitive94. Marple worked like a horse. First he drew up the Prospectus, leaving blanks for the Board of Directors of the Company. Then he filled up the blanks. It was not easy. One lord was only induced to serve on Marple's convincing representations of the good 'Olotutu' would do to the masses. When the Board was complete, Marple had still to get the Syndicate from which the Directors were to acquire "Olotutu," but he left this till the end, knowing there would be no difficulty there. I have never been able to gather from my father exactly what went on, nor does my father profess95 to know exactly himself, but he tells with regret how he used to worry Marple daily by inquiring if he had yet decided96 what "Olotutu" was to be, as if Marple had not his hands full enough without that. Marple turned round on him one day and shrieked97: "That's your affair, not mine. You're selling 'Olotutu' to me, aren't you? I can't be buyer and seller, too."
"'This, by the way, does not seem to be as impossible as it sounds for, according to my father, when the company came out, Marple bought and sold "Olotutu" in the most mysterious manner, rigging the market, watering the shares, cornering the bears, and doing other extraordinary things, each and all at a profit. He was not satisfied with his share of the price paid for "Olotutu" by the syndicate, nor with his share of the enormously higher price paid to the syndicate by the public, but went in for Stock Exchange manœuvres six-deep, coming out an easy winner on settling day. One of my father's most treasured collections is the complete set of proofs of the prospectus. It went through thirteen editions before it reached the public; no author could revise his book more lovingly than Marple revised that prospectus. What tales printers could tell to be sure! The most noticeable variations in the text of my father's collection are the omission98 or addition of cyphers. Some of the editions have £120,000 for the share capital of the Company, where others have £1,200,000 and others £12,000. Sometimes the directors appear to have extenuated99 "nought100," sometimes to have set down "nought" in malice101. As for the number of debenture102 shares, the amounts to be paid up on allotment, the contracts with divers103 obscure individuals, the number of shares to be taken up by the directors and the number to be accepted by the vendors104 in part payment, these vary indefinitely; but in no edition, not even in those still void of the names of the directors, do the profits guaranteed by the directors fall below twenty-five per cent. Sometimes the complex and brain-baffling calculations that fill page three result in a bigger profit, sometimes in a smaller, but they are always cheering to contemplate105.
"'There is not very much about "Olotutu" itself even in the last edition, but from the very first, there is a great deal about the power of the company to manufacture, import, export, and deal in all kinds of materials, commodities, and articles necessary for and useful in carrying on the same; to carry on any other operations or business which the company might from time to time deem expedient106 in connection with its main business for the time being; to purchase, take in exchange, or on lease, hire, or otherwise, in any part of the world, for any estate, or interests, any lands, factories, buildings, easements, patent rights, brands and trademarks107, concessions109, privileges, machinery110, plant, stock-in-trade, utensils111, necessary or convenient, for the purposes of the company, or to sell, exchange, let or rent royalty112, share of profits, or otherwise use and grant licenses113, easements and other rights of and over, and in any other manner deal with or dispose of the whole or any part of the undertaking114, business and property of the Company, and in consideration to accept cash or shares, stock, debenture or securities of any company whose objects were or included objects similar to those of the Company.
"'The actual nature of "Olotutu" does not seem to have been settled till the ninth edition, but all the editions include the analyst's report, certifying115 that "Olotutu" contains no injurious ingredients and is far purer and safer than any other (here there was a blank in the first eight editions in the market). From this it is evident that Marple has made up his mind to something chemical, though it is equally apparent that he kept an open mind regards its precise character, for in the ninth edition the blank is filled up with "purgative," in the tenth with "meat extract," in the eleventh with "hair-dye," in the twelfth with "cod116 liver oil," and it is only in the thirteenth edition that the final decision seems to have been arrived at in favor of "soap." This of course, my dear Sybil, you already know. Indeed, if I mistake not, "Olotutu," the only absolutely scentless118 soap in the market, is your own [pg 260] pet soap. I hope it will not shock you too much if I tell you in the strictest confidence that except in price, stamp, and copious119 paper-wrapping, "Olotutu" is simply bars of yellow soap chopped small. It was here, perhaps, that Marple's genius showed to the highest advantage. The public was overdone120 with patent scented121 soaps; there seemed something unhealthy or at least molly-coddling about their use; the time was ripe for return to the rude and primitive. "Absolutely scentless" became the trademark108 of "Olotutu" and the public, being absolutely senseless (pace, my dear Sybil), somehow concluded that because the soap was devoid122 of scent117 it was impregnated with sanitation123.
"'Is there need to prolong the story? My father, so unexpectedly enriched, abandoned architecture and married almost immediately. Soon he became the idol124 of a popular constituency, and, voting steadily with his party, was made a baronet. I was born a few months after the first dividend125 was announced. It was a dividend of thirty-three per cent, for "Olotutu" had become an indispensable adjunct to every toilet-table and the financial papers published leaders, boasting of having put their clients up to a good thing, and "Olotutu" was on everybody's tongue and got into everybody's eyes.
"'Can you wonder, then, that I was born with a congenital craving for springing mysteries upon the public? Can you still disbelieve that I suffer from an hereditary tendency to advertise in the agony column?
"'At periodic intervals an irresistible126 prompting to force uncouth127 words upon the universal consciousness seizes me; at other times I am driven to beguile128 the public with pseudo-sensational communications to imaginary personages. It was fortunate my father early discovered my penchant129 and told me the story of his life, for I think the very knowledge that I am the victim of heredity helps me to defy my own instincts. No man likes to feel he is the shuttlecock of blind forces. Still they are occasionally too strong for me, and my present attack has been unusually severe and protracted130. I have been passing through my father's early phases and conducting romances by correspondence. Complimentary131 to the series of messages signed Popsy, I had prepared a series signed Wopsy to go in on alternate days, and if you had only continued your search in my coat-pocket you would have discovered these proofs of my innocence132. May I trust it is now re-established, and that "Olotutu" has washed away the apparent stain on my character? With anxious heart I await your reply.
"'Guy
"Sybil's reply was: 'I have read your letter. Do not write to me again.' She was so set against him," concluded Miss Nimrod, "she would not even write this but wired it."
"Then she does not believe the story of how Guy Fledgely's father became a baronet," said Lord Silverdale.
"She does not. She says 'Olotutu' won't wash stains."
"Well, I suppose you will be bringing her up," said the President.
"I will—in the way she should go;" answered Wee Winnie. "To-day is Saturday; I will bring her on Monday. Meantime as it is getting very late, and as I have finished my lemonade, I will bid you good afternoon—have you used 'Olotutu?'" And with this facetious134 inquiry135 Miss Nimrod twirled her stick and was off.
An hour later Lillie received a wire from Wee Winnie.
And this was the letter that came by the first post on Monday.
"My poor President:
"We have lost Sybil. She takes in the Hurrygraph and reads the agony column religiously. So all the week she has been exposed to a terrible bombardment.
"As thus (Tuesday.) 'My lost darling. A thousand demons137 are knocking at my door. Say you forgive me or I will let them in.—Bobo.'
"Or thus. (Wednesday.) 'My lost darling. You are making a terrible mistake. I am innocent. I am writing this on my bended knees. The fathers have eaten a sour grape. Misericordia.—Bobo.'
"The bitter cry of the outcast lover increased daily in intensity138, till on Saturday it became delirious139.
"'My lost darling. Save, O Save! I have opened the door. They are there—in their thousands. The children's teeth are set on edge. The grave is dug. Betwixt two worlds I fall to the ground. Adieu forever.—Bobo.'
"Will you believe that the poor little fool thought all this was meant for her, and that in consequence she thawed140 day by day till on Saturday she melted entirely141 and gushed142 on Guy's shoulder? Guy admitted that he had inserted these advertisements, but he did not tell her (as he afterwards told me in confidence, and as I now tell you in confidence) that they had been sent in before the quarrel occurred and constituted his Agony Column romance for the week, the Popsy Wopsy romance not being intended for publication till next week. He had concocted143 these cries of despairing passion without the least idea they would so nearly cover his own case. But he says that as his hereditary craze got him into the scrape, it was only fair his hereditary craze should get him out of it.
"So that's the end of Sybil Hotspur. But let us not lament144 her too much. One so frail145 and fickle146 was not of the stuff of which Old Maids are made. Courage! Wee Winnie is on the warpath.
"Yours affectionately,
"Nelly."
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