The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories eBook

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“An Englishman (or other human being) does dearly love a lord,” (or other conspicuous person.) It includes us all.  We love to be noticed by the conspicuous person; we love to be associated with such, or with a conspicuous event, even in a seventh-rate fashion, even in the forty-seventh, if we cannot do better.  This accounts for some of our curious tastes in mementos.  It accounts for the large private trade in the Prince of Wales’s hair, which chambermaids were able to drive in that article of commerce when the Prince made the tour of the world in the long ago—­hair which probably did not always come from his brush, since enough of it was marketed to refurnish a bald comet; it accounts for the fact that the rope which lynches a negro in the presence of ten thousand Christian spectators is salable five minutes later at two dollars and inch; it accounts for the mournful fact that a royal personage does not venture to wear buttons on his coat in public.

We do love a lord—­and by that term I mean any person whose situation is higher than our own.  The lord of the group, for instance:  a group of peers, a group of millionaires, a group of hoodlums, a group of sailors, a group of newsboys, a group of saloon politicians, a group of college girls.  No royal person has ever been the object of a more delirious loyalty and slavish adoration than is paid by the vast Tammany herd to its squalid idol in Wantage.  There is not a bifurcated animal in that menagerie that would not be proud to appear in a newspaper picture in his company.  At the same time, there are some in that organization who would scoff at the people who have been daily pictured in company with Prince Henry, and would say vigorously that they would not consent to be photographed with him—­a statement which would not be true in any instance.  There are hundreds of people in America who would frankly say to you that they would not be proud to be photographed in a group with the Prince, if invited; and some of these unthinking people would believe it when they said it; yet in no instance would it be true.  We have a large population, but we have not a large enough one, by several millions, to furnish that man.  He has not yet been begotten, and in fact he is not begettable.

You may take any of the printed groups, and there isn’t a person in the dim background who isn’t visibly trying to be vivid; if it is a crowd of ten thousand—­ten thousand proud, untamed democrats, horny-handed sons of toil and of politics, and fliers of the eagle —­there isn’t one who is trying to keep out of range, there isn’t one who isn’t plainly meditating a purchase of the paper in the morning, with the intention of hunting himself out in the picture and of framing and keeping it if he shall find so much of his person in it as his starboard ear.

We all love to get some of the drippings of Conspicuousness, and we will put up with a single, humble drip, if we can’t get any more.  We may pretend otherwise, in conversation; but we can’t pretend it to ourselves privately—­and we don’t.  We do confess in public that we are the noblest work of God, being moved to it by long habit, and teaching, and superstition; but deep down in the secret places of our souls we recognize that, if we are the noblest work, the less said about it the better.

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