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Part 1. The Descent   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 2. At The Water's Edge
Alec John Dawson
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       _ PART I. THE DESCENT
       CHAPTER II. AT THE WATER'S EDGE
       
"Now a little before them, there was on the left-hand of the Road, a Meadow, and a Stile to go over into it, and that Meadow is called By-Path-Meadow."--The Pilgrim's Progress.

       My friend, Leslie Wheeler, had left Cambridge a few months before my summons home, in order to enter his father's office in Moorgate Street. His father was of the mysteriously named tribe of "financial agents," and had evidently found it a profitable calling.
       As I never understood anything of even the nomenclature of finance, I will not attempt to describe the business into which my friend had been absorbed; but I remember that it afforded occupation for dozens of gentlemanly young fellows, the correctness of whose coiffure and general appearance was beyond praise. These beautifully groomed young gentlemen sat upon high stools at desks of great brilliancy. They used an ingenious arrangement of foolscap paper to protect their shirt-cuffs from contact with baser things, and one of the reasons for the evident care lavished upon the disposition of their hair may have been the fact that they made it a point of honour to go hatless when taking the air or out upon business during the day. Their general appearance and deportment in the office and outside always conveyed to me the suggestion that they were persons of some wealth and infinite leisure; but I have been assured that they were hard-working clerks, whose salaries, even in these simpler days, would not be deemed extravagant. These salaries, I have been told, worked out at an average of perhaps L120 or L130 a year.
       Now London meant no more to me at that time than a place where, upon rare occasions, one dined in splendour, went to a huge and gilded music-hall, cultivated a bad headache, and presently sought to ease it by eating a nightmarish supper, and eating it against time. My allowance at Cambridge had, no doubt fortunately for my digestion, allowed of but few excursions to the capital; but my friend Wheeler lived within twenty miles of it, and I figured him already burgeoning as a magnate of Moorgate Street. Therefore I had of course written to him of my proposed descent upon the metropolis, and had been very kindly invited to spend a week at his father's house in Weybridge before doing anything else. Accordingly then, having reached Waterloo by a fast train, I left most of my effects in the cloak-room there, and taking only one bag, journeyed down to Weybridge.
       My friend welcomed me in person in the hall of his father's big and rather showy house, he having returned from the City earlier than usual for that express purpose. I had already met his mother and two sisters upon four separate occasions at Cambridge. Indeed, I may say that I had almost corresponded with Leslie's second sister, Sylvia. At all events, we had exchanged half a dozen letters, and I had even begged, and obtained, a photograph. At Cambridge I thought I had detected in this delicately pretty, soft-spoken girl, some sympathy and fellow-feeling in the matter of my own crude gropings toward a philosophy of life. You may be sure I did not phrase it in that way then. The theories upon which my discontent with the prevailing order of things was based, seemed to me then both strong and practical; a little ahead of my time perhaps, but far from crude or unformed. As I see it now, my creed was rather a protest against indifference, a demand for some measure of activity in social economy. That my muse was socialistic seems to me now to have been mainly accidental, but so it was, and its nutriment had been drawn largely from such sources as Carpenter's Civilization: its Cause and Cure, in addition to the standard works of the Socialist leaders.
       It is quite possible that one of the reasons of my continued friendship with Leslie Wheeler was the fact that, in his agreeable manner, he represented in person much of the butterfly indifference to what I considered the serious problems of life, against which my fulminations were apt to be directed. I may have clung to him instinctively as a wholesome corrective. At all events, he submitted, in the main good-humouredly, to my frequently personal diatribes, and, by his very complaisance and merry indifference, supplied me again and again with point and illustration for my sermons.
       Leslie's elder sister, Marjory, was his counterpart in petticoats; merry, frivolous, irresponsible, devoted to the chase of pleasure, and obdurately bent upon sparing neither thought nor energy over other interests; denying their very existence indeed, or good-humouredly ridiculing them when they were forced upon her. She was a very handsome girl; I was conscious of that; but, perhaps because I could not challenge her as I did her brother, her character made no appeal to me. But Sylvia, on the other hand, with her big, spiritual-looking eyes, transparently fair skin, and earnest, even rapt expression; Sylvia stirred my adolescence pretty deeply, and was assiduously draped by me in that cloth of gold and rose-leaves which every young man is apt to weave from out of his own inner consciousness for the persons of those representatives of the opposite sex in whom he detects sympathy and responsiveness.
       Mrs. Wheeler spoke in a kind and motherly way of my bereavement, and the generosity of youth somehow prevented my appreciation of this being dulled by the fact that, until reminded, she had forgotten whether I had lost a father or a mother. Indeed, though not greatly interested in other folk's affairs, I believe that while the good soul's eyes rested upon the supposed sufferer, or his story, she was sincerely sorry about any kind of trouble, from her pug's asthma to the annihilation of a multitude in warfare or disaster. She had the kindest heart, and no doubt it was rather her misfortune than her fault that she could not clearly realize any circumstance or situation which did not impinge in some way upon her own small circle.
       I met Leslie's father for the first time at dinner that evening. One could hardly have imagined him sparing time for visits to Cambridge. He was a fine, soldierly-looking man, with no trace of City pallor in his well-shaven, purple cheeks. Purple is hardly the word. The ground was crimson, I think, and over that there was spread a delicate tracery, a sort of netted film, of some kind of blue. The eyes had a glaze over them, but were bright and searching. The nose was a salient feature, having about it a strong predatory suggestion. The forehead was low, surmounted by exquisitely smooth iron-gray hair. Mr. Wheeler was scrupulously fine in dress, and used a single eye-glass. He gave me hearty welcome, and I prefer to think that the apparent chilling of his attitude to me after he had learned of my financial circumstances was merely the creation of some morbid vein of hyper-sensitiveness in myself.
       At all events, we were all very jolly together that evening, and I went happily to bed, after what I thought a hint of responsive pressure in my handshake with Sylvia, and several entertaining anecdotes from Mr. Wheeler as to the manner in which fortunes had been made in the purlieus of Throgmorton Street. Launching oneself upon a prosperous career in London seemed an agreeably easy process at the end of that first evening in the Wheeler's home, and the butterfly attitude toward life appeared upon the whole less wholly blameworthy than before. What a graceful fellow Leslie was, and how suave and genial the father when he sat at the head of his table toying with a glass of port! And these were capable men, too, men of affairs. Doubtless their earnestness was strong enough below the surface, I thought--for that night. _
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Part 1. The Descent
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 1. In The Making
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 2. At The Water's Edge
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 3. An Interlude
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 4. The Launching
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 5. A Journalist's Equipment
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 6. A Journalist's Surroundings
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 7. A Girl And Her Faith
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 8. A Stirring Week
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 9. A Step Down
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 10. Facilis Descensus Averni
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 11. Morning Callers
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 12. Saturday Night In London
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 13. The Demonstration In Hyde Park
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 14. The News
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 15. Sunday Night In London
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 16. A Personal Revelation
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 17. One Step Forward
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 18. The Dear Loaf
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 19. The Tragic Week
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 20. Black Saturday
   Part 1. The Descent - Chapter 21. England Asleep
Part 2. The Awakening
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 1. The First Days
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 2. Ancient Lights
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 3. The Return To London
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 4. The Conference
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 5. My Own Part
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 6. Preparations
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 7. The Sword Of The Lord
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 8. The Preachers
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 9. The Citizens
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 10. Small Figures On A Great Stage
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 11. The Spirit Of The Age
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 12. Blood Is Thicker Than Water
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 13. One Summer Morning
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 14. "For God, Our Race, And Duty"
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 15. "Single Heart And Single Sword"
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 16. Hands Across The Sea
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 17. The Penalty
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 18. The Peace
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 19. The Great Alliance
   Part 2. The Awakening - Chapter 20. Peace Hath Her Victories