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第29章 THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER(29)

They hanged the lady, and I threw a stone at her, although in my heart Iwas sorry for her; but all were throwing stones and each was watching his neighbor, and if I had not done as the others did it would have been noticed and spoken of.Satan burst out laughing.

All that were near by turned upon him, astonished and not pleased.It was an ill time to laugh, for his free and scoffing ways and his supernatural music had brought him under suspicion all over the town and turned many privately against him.The big blacksmith called attention to him now, raising his voice so that all should hear, and said:

"What are you laughing at? Answer! Moreover, please explain to the company why you threw no stone.""Are you sure I did not throw a stone?"

"Yes.You needn't try to get out of it; I had my eye on you.""And I--I noticed you!" shouted two others.

"Three witnesses," said Satan: "Mueller, the blacksmith; Klein, the butcher's man; Pfeiffer, the weaver's journeyman.Three very ordinary liars.Are there any more?""Never mind whether there are others or not, and never mind about what you consider us--three's enough to settle your matter for you.You'll prove that you threw a stone, or it shall go hard with you.""That's so!" shouted the crowd, and surged up as closely as they could to the center of interest.

"And first you will answer that other question," cried the blacksmith, pleased with himself for being mouthpiece to the public and hero of the occasion."What are you laughing at?"Satan smiled and answered, pleasantly: "To see three cowards stoning a dying lady when they were so near death themselves."You could see the superstitious crowd shrink and catch their breath, under the sudden shock.The blacksmith, with a show of bravado, said:

"Pooh! What do you know about it?"

"I? Everything.By profession I am a fortune-teller, and I read the hands of you three--and some others--when you lifted them to stone the woman.One of you will die to-morrow week; another of you will die to-night; the third has but five minutes to live--and yonder is the clock!"It made a sensation.The faces of the crowd blanched, and turned mechanically toward the clock.The butcher and the weaver seemed smitten with an illness, but the blacksmith braced up and said, with spirit:

"It is not long to wait for prediction number one.If it fails, young master, you will not live a whole minute after, I promise you that."No one said anything; all watched the clock in a deep stillness which was impressive.When four and a half minutes were gone the blacksmith gave a sudden gasp and clapped his hands upon his heart, saying, "Give me breath! Give me room!" and began to sink down.The crowd surged back, no one offering to support him, and he fell lumbering to the ground and was dead.The people stared at him, then at Satan, then at one another;and their lips moved, but no words came.Then Satan said:

"Three saw that I threw no stone.Perhaps there are others; let them speak."It struck a kind of panic into them, and, although no one answered him, many began to violently accuse one another, saying, "You said he didn't throw," and getting for reply, "It is a lie, and I will make you eat it!"And so in a moment they were in a raging and noisy turmoil, and beating and banging one another; and in the midst was the only indifferent one--the dead lady hanging from her rope, her troubles forgotten, her spirit at peace.

So we walked away, and I was not at ease, but was saying to myself, "He told them he was laughing at them, but it was a lie--he was laughing at me."That made him laugh again, and he said, "Yes, I was laughing at you, because, in fear of what others might report about you, you stoned the woman when your heart revolted at the act--but I was laughing at the others, too.""Why?"

"Because their case was yours."

"How is that?"

"Well, there were sixty-eight people there, and sixty-two of them had no more desire to throw a stone than you had.""Satan!"

"Oh, it's true.I know your race.It is made up of sheep.It is governed by minorities, seldom or never by majorities.It suppresses its feelings and its beliefs and follows the handful that makes the most noise.Sometimes the noisy handful is right, sometimes wrong; but no matter, the crowd follows it.The vast majority of the race, whether savage or civilized, are secretly kind-hearted and shrink from inflicting pain, but in the presence of the aggressive and pitiless minority they don't dare to assert themselves.Think of it! One kind-hearted creature spies upon another, and sees to it that he loyally helps in iniquities which revolt both of them.Speaking as an expert, I know that ninety-nine out of a hundred of your race were strongly against the killing of witches when that foolishness was first agitated by a handful of pious lunatics in the long ago.And I know that even to-day, after ages of transmitted prejudice and silly teaching, only one person in twenty puts any real heart into the harrying of a witch.And yet apparently everybody hates witches and wants them killed.Some day a handful will rise up on the other side and make the most noise--perhaps even a single daring man with a big voice and a determined front will do it--and in a week all the sheep will wheel and follow him, and witch-hunting will come to a sudden end.

"Monarchies, aristocracies, and religions are all based upon that large defect in your race--the individual's distrust of his neighbor, and his desire, for safety's or comfort's sake, to stand well in his neighbor's eye.These institutions will always remain, and always flourish, and always oppress you, affront you, and degrade you, because you will always be and remain slaves of minorities.There was never a country where the majority of the people were in their secret hearts loyal to any of these institutions."I did not like to hear our race called sheep, and said I did not think they were.

"Still, it is true, lamb," said Satan."Look at you in war--what mutton you are, and how ridiculous!""In war? How?"

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