The Bemidji pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Beltrami County, Minn.) 1896-1917, 1900-07-12
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CHAPTER VI CONTINUED
Exactly six months from that day my
book, THE Secret of Life appeared,
and everybody will remember the ex-
element that ensued OF course, prop
ositions SO startling were violently at
tackled, but only smiled and waited;
Tor knew that my conclusions could
no more be seriously disputed than the
law of gravitation. And now the at
tackers are all silent, and mankind q
say it without false modesty and with
out pride) blesses the man who
has been the means of monstrating
the glorious cause and objects OF our
hitherto ineXplicable existence. and of
supplying the key to the mystery of
life, and the agony OF death, that is,
as the religions foreshadowed, but the
portal to the larger and more perfect
life. Yes! My work is done, and well
done, and can die in peace, knowing
that even here l shall never be for
gotten!
week after the book appeared. l
i
ly worded letter:
Dear Godfrey" it began, so you
have found 1t! And you have had the
generosity to publicly acknowledge my
share in the work; and my name will
go down to future generations linked
with yours! 1t is more than deserve,
though it is just what should have ex-
pected from you Had known how
near We were to success, would new.
er have gone away. j am very wealthy,
and, in small, unsatisfactory fashion,
powerful, also, as I told you should
be, and shall be more so soon. Joseph
has got into Parliament, where, notr
Withstanding the competition, ! think
that his entire want of principle ought
to carry him a. long way. And yet,
Godfrey | miss you as much as ever,
and almost long for the old days. 1t is
hard to have to mix with set of fools,
who smile and gable, but cannot even
understand what it is that we, or rath-
er you, have done. ! was so sorry to
hear about John. Well, we must each
to our own fate. Goodbye.
FANNY"
returned no answer to this letter,
nor have / ever seen Fanny since, and
hope never shall see her again or
course, everybody has right to look
after his or her own interests, and on
this ground do not like to think too
hardly Of her. used to believe that
there was great deal of prejudiced
nonsense talked about women, and
that they were as capable OF real and
good work and of devotion to single
end as we men are. Many and many
Is the argument that I have had with
Fanny herself on this point, for she
was wont scornfuily to declare that
marriage was the average woman's one
object in life, and the education OF a
family the one thing she was capable
OF carrying ont in a satisfactory man
ner. But now | confess that my belief I
is shaken, though know that 1t is un-
just to judge great and widely diff
fering class from the experience OF an
individual. And, after all, she was we'll
within her right, and it is impossible
to blame her. l had absolutely no
claim upon her, and she was undoubt-
eddy wise to provide for herself in life.
when so good an opportunity came in
her way. 1t was little abrupt, and
her explanations were rather cynical;
but l have no cause or complaint. I
could not marry her myself; why
should have objected to her marrying
anybody else-even that young man
Joseph? .. ...
And yet, only say it to show how
weak am, am still fond of Fanny
Hide-Thompson, and still feel sad when
l think of her sudden and final depart
ure. Next to my wife's death, it has
been the greatest shock of my life If
she had stopped with me, she should
have had her full share in my triumph,
and Of all the honors and good things
that have followed on its heels. She
overealculated herself, she saw too far.
and yet not far enough. But dare say
that, after all, this is but another form
of the personal vanity to which l fear
I am constitutionally liable, and. as
such, weakness to be mortified, es-
pecially when man is hobbling as fast
as am toward the quiet church
gates. Well, this Is the true history of
my relations with Fanny Denelly.
(THE END.) l.