"An," I said presently, when we had wandered an hour or so through the drifting throng, "have these good country-men of yours no other names but monosyllabic, nothing to designate them but these chirruping syllables?""Is it not enough?" answered my companion. "Once in-deed I think we had longer names, but," she added, smiling, "how much trouble it saves to limit each one to a single sound.
It is uncivil to one's neighbours to burden their tongues with double duty when half would do.""But have you no patronymics--nothing to show the child comes of the same source as his father came?""We have no fathers.""What! no fathers?" I said, starting and staring at her.
"No, nor mothers either, or at least none that we remem-ber, for again, why should we? Mayhap in that strange dis-trict you come from you keep count of these things, but what have we to do with either when their initial duty is done.
Look at that painted butterfly swinging on the honey-laden catkin there. What knows she of the mother who shed her life into a flowercup and forgot which flower it was the minute afterwards. We, too, are insects, stranger.""And do you mean to say of this great concourse here, that every atom is solitary, individual, and can claim no kin-dred with another save the loose bonds of a general fraterni-ty--a specious idea, horrible, impracticable!"Whereat An laughed. "Ask the grasshoppers if it is im-practicable; ask the little buzzing things of grass and leaves who drift hither and thither upon each breath of wind, finding kinsmen never but comrades everywhere--ask them if it is horrible."This made me melancholy, and somehow set me thinking of the friends immeasurably distant I had left but yesterday.
What were they doing? Did they miss me? I was to have called for my pay this afternoon, and tomorrow was to have run down South to see that freckled lady of mine.
What would she think of my absence? What would she think if she knew where I was? Gods, it was too mad, too absurd! I thrust my hands into my pockets in fierce des-peration, and there they clutched an old dance programme and an out-of-date check for a New York ferry-boat. Iscowled about on that sunny, helpless people, and laying my hand bitterly upon my heart felt in the breast-pocket beneath a packet of unpaid Boston tailors' bills and a note from my landlady asking if I would let her aunt do my washing while I was on shore. Oh! what would they all think of me? Would they brand me as a deserter, a poltroon, and a thief, letting my name presently sink down in shame and mystery in the shadowy realm of the forgotten? Dread-ful thoughts! I would think no more.
Maybe An had marked my melancholy, for presently she led me to a stall where in fantastic vases wines of sorts Ihave described before were put out for all who came to try them. There was medicine here for every kind of dulness--not the gross cure which earthly wine effects, but so nicely proportioned to each specific need that one could regulate one's debauch to a hairbreadth, rising through all the gamut of satisfaction, from the staid contentment coming of that flask there to the wild extravagances of the further-most vase. So my stripling told me, running her finger down the line of beakers carved with strange figures and cased in silver, each in its cluster of little attendant drinking-cups, like-coloured, and waiting round on the white napkins as the shore boats wait to unload a cargo round the sides of a merchant vessel.
"And what," I said, after curiously examining each liquor in turn, "what is that which stands alone there in the humble earthen jar, as though unworthy of the company of the others.""Oh, that," said my friend, "is the most essential of them all--that is the wine of recovery, without which all the others were deadly poisons.""The which, lady, looks as if it had a moral attaching to it.""It may have; indeed I think it has, but I have forgotten.
Prince Hath would know! Meanwhile let me give you to drink, great stranger, let me get you something.""Well, then," I laughed, "reach me down an antidote to fate, a specific for an absent mistress, and forgetful friends.""What was she like?" said An, hesitating a little and frowning.
"Nay, good friend," was my answer, "what can that matter to you?""Oh, nothing, of course," answered that Martian, and while she took from the table a cup and filled it with fluid I felt in the pouch of my sword-belt to see if by chance a bit of money was Iying there, but there was none, only the pips of an orange poor Polly had sucked and laughingly thrown at me.
However, it did not matter. The girl handed me the cup, and I put my lips to it. The first taste was bitter and acrid, like the liquor of long-steeped wood. At the second taste a shiver of pleasure ran through me, and I opened my eyes and stared hard. The third taste grossness and heavi-ness and chagrin dropped from my heart; all the com-plexion of Providence altered in a flash, and a stupid irresistible joy, unreasoning, uncontrollable took possession of my fibre. I sank upon a mossy bank and, lolling my head, beamed idiotically on the lolling Martians all about me. How long I was like that I cannot say. The heavy minutes of sodden contentment slipped by unnoticed, un-umbered, till presently I felt the touch of a wine-cup at my lips again, and drinking of another liquor dulness vanished from my mind, my eyes cleared, my heart throbbed;a fantastic gaiety seized upon my limbs; I bounded to my feet, and seizing An's two hands in mine, swung that damsel round in a giddy dance, capering as never dancer danced before, till spent and weary I sank down again from sheer lack of breath, and only knew thereafter that An was sitting by me saying, "Drink! drink stranger, drink and forget!" and as a third time a cup was pressed to my lips, aches and pleasures, stupidness and joy, life itself, seemed slipping away into a splendid golden vacuity, a hazy epi-sode of unconscious Elysium, indefinite, and unfathomable.
