conpared with the somewhat stiff society of the village, was
really an
attraction. There was a
mystic bond of union in our
ideas: we discussed life, love, religion, and the future state, not
only with the
utmost candor, but with a
warmth of feeling which, in
many of us, was
genuine. Even I (and you know how
painfully shy
and
bashful I was) felt myself more at home there than in my
father's house; and if I didn't talk much, I had a pleasant feeling
of being in
harmony with those who did.
"Well, 'twas in the early part of '45--I think in April,--when we
were all gathered together, discussing, as usual, the possibility
of leading a life in
accordance with Nature. Abel Mallory was
there, and Hollins, and Miss Ringtop, and Faith Levis, with her
knitting,--and also Eunice Hazleton, a lady whom you have never
seen, but you may take my wife at her representative--"
"Stick to the programme, Enos," interrupted Mrs. Billings.
"Eunice Hazleton, then. I wish I could
recollect some of the
speeches made on that occasion. Abel had but one pimple on his
temple (there was a
purple spot where the other had been), and was
estimating that in two or three months more he would be a true,
unspoiled man. His
complexion,
nevertheless, was more clammy and
whey-like than ever.
"`Yes,' said he, `I also am an Arcadian! This false dual existence
which I have been leading will soon be merged in the unity of
Nature. Our lives must
conform to her
sacred law. Why can't we
strip off these hollow Shams,' (he made great use of that word,)
`and be our true selves, pure, perfect, and divine?'
"Miss Ringtop heaved a sigh, and
repeated a
stanza from her
favorite poet:
"`Ah, when wrecked are my desires
On the
everlasting Never,
And my heart with all its fires
Out forever,
In the
cradle of Creation
Finds the soul resuscitation!
"Shelldrake, however, turning to his wife, said--
"`Elviry, how many up-stairs rooms is there in that house down on
the Sound?'
"`Four,--besides three small ones under the roof. Why, what made
you think of that, Jesse?' said she.
"`I've got an idea, while Abel's been talking,' he answered.
`We've taken a house for the summer, down the other side of
Bridgeport, right on the water, where there's good
fishing and a
fine view of the Sound. Now, there's room enough for all of us--at
least all that can make it suit to go. Abel, you and Enos, and
Pauline and Eunice might fix matters so that we could all take the
place in
partnership, and pass the summer together, living a true
and beautiful life in the bosom of Nature. There we shall be
perfectly free and untrammelled by the chains which still hang
around us in Norridgeport. You know how often we have wanted to be
set on some island in the Pacific Ocean, where we could build up a
true society, right from the start. Now, here's a chance to try
the experiment for a few months, anyhow.'
"Eunice clapped her hands (yes, you did!) and cried out--
"`Splendid! Arcadian! I'll give up my school for the summer.'
"Miss Ringtop gave her opinion in another quotation:
"`The
rainbow hues of the Ideal
Condense to gems, and form the Real!'
"Abel Mallory, of course, did not need to have the proposal
repeated. He was ready for any thing which promised
indulgence,
and the
indulgence of his
sentimental tastes. I will do the fellow
the justice to say that he was not a
hypocrite. He
firmly believed
both in himself and his ideas--especially the former. He pushed
both hands through the long wisps of his drab-colored hair,
and threw his head back until his wide nostrils resembled a double
door to his brain.
"`Oh Nature!' he said, `you have found your lost children! We
shall obey your neglected laws! we shall
hearken to your divine
whispers I we shall bring you back from your ignominious exile, and
place you on your
ancestral throne!'
"`Let us do it!' was the general cry.