A Damsel in Distress eBook

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“Watch me prove it.”

“Well, I must rush, I suppose.  Good night!”

“Good night!”

She moved off quickly across the field.  Darkness covered her.  The dog in the distance had begun to howl again.  He had his troubles, too.


Trouble sharpens the vision.  In our moments of distress we can see clearly that what is wrong with this world of ours is the fact that Misery loves company and seldom gets it.  Toothache is an unpleasant ailment; but, if toothache were a natural condition of life, if all mankind were afflicted with toothache at birth, we should not notice it.  It is the freedom from aching teeth of all those with whom we come in contact that emphasizes the agony.  And, as with toothache, so with trouble.  Until our private affairs go wrong, we never realize how bubbling over with happiness the bulk of mankind seems to be.  Our aching heart is apparently nothing but a desert island in an ocean of joy.

George, waking next morning with a heavy heart, made this discovery before the day was an hour old.  The sun was shining, and birds sang merrily, but this did not disturb him.  Nature is ever callous to human woes, laughing while we weep; and we grow to take her callousness for granted.  What jarred upon George was the infernal cheerfulness of his fellow men.  They seemed to be doing it on purpose—­triumphing over him—­glorying in the fact that, however Fate might have shattered him, they were all right.

People were happy who had never been happy before.  Mrs. Platt, for instance.  A grey, depressed woman of middle age, she had seemed hitherto to have few pleasures beyond breaking dishes and relating the symptoms of sick neighbours who were not expected to live through the week.  She now sang.  George could hear her as she prepared his breakfast in the kitchen.  At first he had had a hope that she was moaning with pain; but this was dispelled when he had finished his toilet and proceeded downstairs.  The sounds she emitted suggested anguish, but the words, when he was able to distinguish them, told another story.  Incredible as it might seem, on this particular morning Mrs. Platt had elected to be light-hearted.  What she was singing sounded like a dirge, but actually it was “Stop your tickling, Jock!” And, later, when she brought George his coffee and eggs, she spent a full ten minutes prattling as he tried to read his paper, pointing out to him a number of merry murders and sprightly suicides which otherwise he might have missed.  The woman went out of her way to show him that for her, if not for less fortunate people, God this morning was in His heaven and all was right in the world.

Two tramps of supernatural exuberance called at the cottage shortly after breakfast to ask George, whom they had never even consulted about their marriages, to help support their wives and children.  Nothing could have been more care-free and debonnaire than the demeanour of these men.

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