Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1892-02-12

warmly WdlJlnB III IrOnJ Ol Une counter,
but Sandie did not seem inclined for fur
ther conversation. At last, feeling rather
uncomfortable, determined to put an end
to the interview.
"'Well, I'll wish you good morning.
said, moving to the shop door.
"'Good morning. grunted Sandie, not
raising his eyes from his desk and ledger,
to Which he had just gone.
81 walked out of the shop, indignant at
the mans imperturbability CHANGING
back from the pavement | saw Sandie's
face quietly regarding me over his ledger
and smilng-iust as it had smiled when
] saw him reading my first effort in liter
allure. He was certainly quite irrecon-
clabe
About this period of my career, as you
may remember, | was particularly severe
in my writings on the British Philistine
and on the sordid, self conceited money
grubbing secularty of the trading classes
in this country | denounced the hypoc-
rsies of Sodom and the heshpots of Go
morrah. The press took up my cry and
Philistinism had bad time of it. Poor
idiots, they thought that | had grievance
against society. Nothing of the kind. |
was only trying to have my revenge on
Sandie Macpherson
| For, wrestle as | might against him,
the man had mastered me. Folk might
/ compare me to John the Baptist preach
ing in the wilderness; they might say that
| had come to preach honesty and in
| dependence, pure living and high think
/ ing to a rotten generation, but Sandie
! Macpherson knew better Sandie saw
through me. 1t was no use posing as
great thinker and teacher before him.
minded his words 'Mony things please the
folk in Iunnon that would ma gang doom
! in Glasgow 1t was humilating, to say
! tie least of it. Much as despised the fell
/ low, his attitude of invncible stupidity
was something Titanic To the bedside of
the heather emperor Il slave used to come
each morning saying, philip, remember
you must der To my bedside for many
day came the spirit of Sandie saying,
Thomas Carlyle, remember you re II poor
creature, and | know itl'
Il thoughno have my revenge on Sandie
at last the day they made me lord rector
of the University of Glasgow
More proud and eXultant than you can
think, went down to my natal city to de-
liver the rectorial address, was an old
man by this time, and had great name
all over the world. Such Il reception as
they gave mel AS stood in the large hall
with the professors and citizens around
me, the students in their thousands cheer
ing me- fine ladies in the galleries smiling
down upon me, felt that had reached
the height of my ambition. | addressed
them like man inspired. spoke of my
early days, my struggles, my fondness foi
the country of my birth, and was in the
middle of n splendid peroration. when all
of a sudden became conscious of a mans
face looking quietly up at me.
"One mans face in all that sea of faces!
But | knew it only too wel-grim, cold,
hard as granite yet with IA kind of plying
smile upon it-whose face could it be but
the one had dreaded all my life? The
words went out Of my head and ended
feebly, sitting down into my chair with Il
sigh of relief when ! had finished. The
next day there were columns in the papers,
and in the course of the long report some
thing to this effect: At this point of his
discourse, aliudng to his early days in this
city, Mr.. Carlyle was visibly affected His
/ emotion was touching to witness and he
almost broke down, but amid the loud
cheering of his enormous audience he ut
last concluded his magnificent address.
'Nisibly affected. indeed. Touching emo
tionn They little knew that my speech
was ruined by the sinister influence of
Sandie Macpherson"
The great man paused, half amused, half
angry at the remembrance of his odd eX-
perence. Reaching out his hand he took
down pipe from the mantelpieCe, filed
and litit, and smoked for some minutes in
silence, with his sad eyes fixed upon the
fire. sat watching him. reverently and
wonderingly. At last he broke the silence
81 never saw Sandie again after that.
about IA year ago however, an old
friend Il minister of the kirk coming on ii
viz ind, l,,t
former schoolfellow, who was one of his
congregation, had recently died. My
friend had been with him frequently dur
ing his last illness. asked, not without
anxiety, if the poor fellow had still re-
membered me-
"My friend smiled.
"'Oh yes, he remembered you WE'LL he
replied, and only II few days before his
death he spoke about YOU
"'Indeed and what did he sayf' | said
carelessly.
"'Shall give you his very wordsS' asked
my friend.
Certainly
"'Theyre telling me- he said that Car
lyle has just written another book. Lord,
minister, surely the world has gone clean
daft! What can folk see in such silly
sumph as yon'
80 Sandie passed away" concluded the
old philosopher, land now whatever hap
pens to me know that my career must be
considered failure, for the one dream of
my eXistence-to make an impression on
Sandie Macpherson-has been rendered
impossible forever. Robert Buchanan in
Longman's Magazine.
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