But which it was--the loss of her or the loss of Grue, I had not yet made up my mind.
THE IMMORTAL
I
As everybody knows, the great majority of Americans, upon reaching the age of natural selection, are elected to the American Inst.i.tute of Arts and Ethics, which is, so to speak, the Ellis Island of the Academy.
Occasionally a general mobilization of the Academy is ordered and, from the teeming population of the Inst.i.tute, a new Immortal is selected for the American Academy of Moral Endeavor by the simple process of blindfolded selection from _Who"s Which_.
The motto of this most stately of earthly inst.i.tutions is a peculiarly modest, truthful, and unintentional epigram by Tupper:
"Unknown, I became Famous; Famous, I remain Unknown."
And so I found it to be the case; for, when at last I was privileged to write my name, "Smith, Academician," I discovered to my surprise that I knew none of my brother Immortals, and, more amazing still, none of them had ever heard of me.
This latter fact became the more astonishing to me as I learned the ident.i.ty of the other Immortals.
Even the President of our great republic was numbered among these Olympians. I had every right to suppose that he had heard of me. I had happened to hear of him, because his Secretary of State once mentioned him at Chautauqua.
It was a wonderfully meaningless sensation to know n.o.body and to discover myself equally unknown amid that matchless companionship. We were like a mixed bunch of G.o.ds, Greek, Norse, Hindu, Hottentot--all gathered on Olympus, having never heard of each other but taking it for granted that we were all G.o.ds together and all members of this club.
My initiation into the Academy had been fixed for April first, and I was much worried concerning the address which I was of course expected to deliver on that occasion before my fellow members.
It had to be an exciting address because slumber was not an infrequent phenomenon among the Immortals on such solemn occasions. Like dozens of dozing Joves a dull discourse always set them nodding.
But always under such circ.u.mstances the pretty ushers from Barnard College pa.s.sed around refreshments; a suffragette orchestra struck up; the ushers uprooted the seated Immortals and fox-trotted them into comparative consciousness.
But I didn"t wish to have my inaugural address interrupted, therefore I was at my wits" ends to discover a subject of such exciting scientific interest that my august audience could not choose but listen as attentively as they would listen from the front row to some deathless stunt in vaudeville.
That morning I had left the Bronx rather early, hoping that a long walk might compose my thoughts and enable me to think of some sufficiently entertaining and unusual subject for my inaugural address.
I walked as far as Columbia University, gazed with rapture upon its magnificent architecture until I was as satiated as though I had arisen from a banquet at Childs".
To aid mental digestion I strolled over to the n.o.ble home of the Academy and Inst.i.tute adjoining Mr. Huntington"s Hispano-Moresque Museum.
It was a fine, sunny morning, and the Immortals were being exercised by a number of pretty ushers from Barnard.
I gazed upon the impressive procession with pride unutterable; very soon I also should walk two and two in the sunshine, my dome crowned with figurative laurels, cracking scientific witticisms with my fellow inmates, or, perhaps, squeezing the pretty fingers of some--But let that pa.s.s.
I was, as I say, gazing upon this inspiring scene on a beautiful morning in February, when I became aware of a short and visibly vulgar person beside me, plucking persistently at my elbow.
"Are you the great Academician, Perfessor Smith?" he asked, tipping his pearl-coloured and somewhat soiled bowler.
"Yes," I said condescendingly. "Your description of me precludes further doubt. What can I do for you, my good man?"
"Are you this here Perfessor Smith of the Department of Anthropology in the Bronx Park Zoological Society?" he persisted.
"What do you desire of me?" I repeated, taking another look at him. He was exceedingly ordinary.
"Prof, old sport," he said cordially, "I took a slant at the papers yesterday, an" I seen all about the big time these guys had when you rode the goat--"
"Rode--_what_?"
"When you was elected. Get me?"
I stared at him. He grinned in a friendly way.
"The privacy of those solemn proceedings should remain sacred. It were unfit to discuss such matters with the world at large," I said coldly.
"I get you," he rejoined cheerfully.
"What do you desire of me?" I repeated. "Why this unseemly apropos?"
"I was comin" to it. Perfessor, I"ll be frank. I need money--"
"You need brains!"
"No," he said good-humouredly, "I"ve got "em; plenty of "em; I"m overstocked with idees. What I want to do is to sell _you_ a few--"
"Do you know you are impudent!"
"Listen, friend. I seen a piece in the papers as how you was to make the speech of your life when you ride the goat for these here guys on April first--"
"I decline to listen--"
"_One_ minute, friend! I want to ask you one thing! _What_ are you going to talk about?"
I was already moving away but I stopped and stared at him.
"That"s the question," he nodded with unimpaired cheerfulness, "_what_ are you going to talk about on April _the_ first? Remember it"s the hot-air party of your life. _Ree_-member that each an" every paper in the United States will print what you say. Now, how about it, friend? Are you up in your lines?"
Swallowing my repulsion for him I said: "Why are you concerned as to what may be the subject of my approaching address?"
"There you are, Prof!" he exclaimed delightedly; "I want to do business with you. That"s me! I"m frank about it. Say, there ought to be a wad of the joyful in it for us both--"
"What?"
"Sure. We can work it any old way. Take Tyng, Tyng and Company, the typewriter people. I"d be ashamed to tell you what I can get out o"
them if you"ll mention the Tyng-Tyng typewriter in your speech--"
"What you suggest is infamous!" I said haughtily.