The Amateur Gentleman

"And so, weeping still, she turned away wearily, hopelessly, and I

stood to watch her bowed figure till she had crept away into the

evening and was gone."

"Thus, sirs, I drove her from me, this wounded lamb, this poor

broken-hearted maid--bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh--I drove her

from me, I who should have comforted and cherished her, I drove her

out into the night with hateful words and bitter curses. Oh, was

ever sin like mine? Oh, Self, Self! In ancient times, sirs, when a

man had committed some great sin he lashed himself with cruel stripes,

but I tell you no rod, no whip of many thongs ever stung or bit so

sharp and deep as remorse--it is an abiding pain. Therefore I walk

these highways preaching always forgiveness and forgetfulness of self,

and so needs must I walk until my days be done, or until--I find her

again." The stranger rose suddenly and so stood with bent head and

very still, only his hands griped and wrung each other. Yet when he

looked up his brow was serene and a smile was on his lips."

"But you, sirs, you are friends again, and that is good, for

friendship is a blessed thing. And you have youth and strength, and

all things are possible to you, therefore. But oh, beware of self,

take warning of a selfish man, forget self, so may you achieve great

things."

"But, as for me, I never stand upon a country road when evening

falls but I see her, a broken, desolate figure, creeping away from me,

always away from me, into the shadows, and the sound of her weeping

comes to me in the night silences." So saying, the stranger turned

from them and went upon his way, limping a little because of his

hurts, and his hair gleamed silver in the sunshine as he went.