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d remarks； where dogs never fought and cats never screeched； where wives never henpecked their husbands and mothers… in…law never nagged； where men never went to bed in their boots and sea…captains never swore； where plumbers understood their work and old maids never dressed as girls； where niggers never stole chickens and proud men were never sea…sick！ where would be your humour and your wit？ Imagine a world where hearts were never bruised； where lips were never pressed with pain； where eyes were never dim； where feet were never weary； where stomachs were never empty！ where would be your pathos？ Imagine a world where husbands never loved more wives than one； and that the right one； where wives were never kissed but by their husbands； where men's hearts were never black and women's thoughts never impure； where there was no hating and no envying； no desiring； no despairing！ where would be your scenes of passion； your interesting complications； your subtle psychological analyses？ My dear Brown； we writersnovelists； dramatists； poets we fatten on the misery of our fellow…creatures。 God created man and woman； and the woman created the literary man when she put her teeth into the apple。 We came into the world under the shadow of the serpent。 We are special correspondents with the Devil's army。 We report his victories in our three…volume novels； his occasional defeats in our five…act melodramas。〃
〃All of which is very true；〃 remarked Jephson； 〃but you must remember it is not only the literary man who traffics in misfortune。 The doctor； the lawyer； the preacher； the newspaper proprietor； the weather prophet； will hardly； I should say； welcome the millennium。 I shall never forget an anecdote my uncle used to relate； dealing with the period when he was chaplain of the Lincolnshire county jail。 One morning there was to be a hanging； and the usual little crowd of witnesses； consisting of the sheriff； the governor； three or four reporters； a magistrate； and a couple of warders； was assembled in the prison。 The condemned man； a brutal ruffian who had been found guilty of murdering a young girl under exceptionally revolting circumstances； was being pinioned by the hangman and his assistant； and my uncle was employing the last few moments at his disposal in trying to break down the sullen indifference the fellow had throughout manifested towards both his crime and his fate。
My uncle failing to make any impression upon him； the governor ventured to add a few words of exhortation； upon which the man turned fiercely on the whole of them。
〃'Go to hell；' he cried； 'with your snivelling jaw。 Who are you； to preach at me？ YOU'RE glad enough I'm hereall of you。 Why； I'm the only one of you as ain't going to make a bit over this job。 Where would you all be； I should like to know； you canting swine； if it wasn't for me and my sort？ Why； it's the likes of me as KEEPS the likes of you；' with which he walked straight to the gallows and told the hangman to 'hurry up' and not keep the gentlemen waiting。〃
〃There was some 'grit' in that man；〃 said MacShaughnassy。
〃Yes；〃 added Jephson； 〃and wholesome wit also。〃
MacShaughnassy puffed a mouthful of smoke over a spider which was just about to kill a fly。 This caused the spider to fall into the river； from where a supper…hunting swallow quickly rescued him。
〃You remind me；〃 he said； 〃of a scene I once witnessed in the office of The Dailywell； in the office of a certain daily newspaper。 It was the dead season； and things were somewhat slow。 An endeavour had been made to launch a discussion on the question 'Are Babies a Blessing？' The youngest reporter on the staff； writing over the simple but touching signature of 'Mother of Six；' had led off with a scathing； though somewhat irrelevant； attack upon husbands； as a class； the Sporting Editor； signing himself 'Working Man；' and garnishing his contribution with painfully elaborated orthographical lapses； arranged to give an air of verisimilitude to the correspondence； while； at the same time； not to offend the susceptibilities of the democracy （from whom the paper derived its chief support）； had replied； vindicating the British father； and giving what purported to be stirring midnight experiences of his own。 The Gallery Man； calling himself； with a burst of imagination； 'Gentleman and Christian；' wrote indignantly that he considered the agitation of the subject to be both impious and indelicate； and added he was surprised that a paper holding the exalted； and deservedly popular； position of Theshould have opened its columns to the brainless vapourings of 'Mother of Six' and 'Working Man。'
〃The topic had； however； fallen flat。 With the exception of one man who had invented a new feeding…bottle； and thought he was going to advertise it for nothing； the outside public did not respond； and over the editorial department gloom had settled down。
〃One evening； as two or three of us were mooning about the stairs； praying secretly for a war or a famine； Todhunter； the town reporter； rushed past us with a cheer； and burst into the Sub… editor's room。 We followed。 He was waving his notebook above his head； and clamouring； after the manner of people in French exercises； for pens； ink； and paper。
〃'What's up？' cried the Sub…editor； catching his enthusiasm； 'influenza again？'
〃'Better than that！' shouted Todhunter。 'Excursion steamer run down； a hundred and twenty…five lives lostfour good columns of heartrending scenes。'
〃'By Jove！' said the Sub； 'couldn't have happened at a better time either'and then he sat down and dashed off a leaderette； in which he dwelt upon the pain and regret the paper felt at having to announce the disaster； and drew attention to the exceptionally harrowing account provided by the energy and talent of 'our special reporter。'〃
〃It is the law of nature；〃 said Jephson： 〃we are not the first party of young philosophers who have been struck with the fact that one man's misfortune is another man's opportunity。〃
〃Occasionally； another woman's；〃 I observed。
I was thinking of an incident told me by a nurse。 If a nurse in fair practice does not know more about human naturedoes not see clearer into the souls of men and women than all the novelists in little Bookland put togetherit must be because she is physically blind and deaf。 All the world's a stage； and all the men and women merely players； so long as we are in good health； we play our parts out bravely to the end； acting them； on the whole； artistically and with strenuousness； even to the extent of sometimes fancying ourselves the people we are pretending to be。 But with sickness comes forgetfulness of our part； and carelessness of the impression we are making upon the audience。 We are too weak to put the paint and powder on our faces； the stage finery lies unheeded by our side。 The heroic gestures； the virtuous sentiments are a weariness to us。 In the quiet； darkened room； where the foot…lights of the great stage no longer glare upon us； where our ears are no longer strained to catch the clapping or the hissing of the town； we are； for a brief space； ourselves。
This nurse was a quiet； demure little woman； with a pair of dreamy； soft gray eye