"I am willing to give you"[here be named the terms which he had given Stanley]"for an antipodean tour to last,say,three months."Here was the single essential detail of my letter answered three days after I had mailed my inquiry.I might have saved myself the trouble and the postage--and a few years ago I would have done that very thing,for Iwould have argued that my sudden and strong impulse to write and ask some questions of a stranger on the under side of the globe meant that the impulse came from that stranger,and that he would answer my questions of his own motion if I would let him alone.
Mr.Smythe's letter probably passed under my nose on its way to lose three weeks traveling to America and back,and gave me a whiff of its contents as it went along.Letters often act like that.Instead of the thought coming to you in an instant from Australia,the (apparently)unsentient letter imparts it to you as it glides invisibly past your elbow in the mail-bag.
Next incident.In the following month--March--I was in America.I spent a Sunday at Irvington-on-the-Hudson with Mr.John Brisben Walker,of the Cosmopolitan magazine.We came into New York next morning,and went to the Century Club for luncheon.He said some praiseful things about the character of the club and the orderly serenity and pleasantness of its quarters,and asked if I had never tried to acquire membership in it.
I said I had not,and that New York clubs were a continuous expense to the country members without being of frequent use or benefit to them.
"And now I've got an idea!"said I."There's the Lotos--the first New York club I was ever a member of--my very earliest love in that line.
I have been a member of it for considerably more than twenty years,yet have seldom had a chance to look in and see the boys.They turn gray and grow old while I am not watching.And my dues go on.I am going to Hartford this afternoon for a day or two,but as soon as I get back Iwill go to John Elderkin very privately and say:'Remember the veteran and confer distinction upon him,for the sake of old times.Make me an honorary member and abolish the tax.If you haven't any such thing as honorary membership,all the better--create it for my honor and glory.'
That would be a great thing;I will go to John Elderkin as soon as I get back from Hartford."I took the last express that afternoon,first telegraphing Mr.F.G.
Whitmore to come and see me next day.When he came he asked:"Did you get a letter from Mr.John Elderkin,secretary of the Lotos Club,before you left New York?""Then it just missed you.If I had known you were coming I would have kept it.It is beautiful,and will make you proud.The Board of Directors,by unanimous vote,have made you a life member,and squelched those dues;and,you are to be on hand and receive your distinction on the night of the 30th,which is the twenty-fifth anniversary of the founding of the club,and it will not surprise me if they have some great times there."What put the honorary membership in my head that day in the Century Club?
For I had never thought of it before.I don't know what brought the thought to me at that particular time instead of earlier,but I am well satisfied that it originated with the Board of Directors,and had been on its way to my brain through the air ever since the moment that saw their vote recorded.
