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The earl grasped him by the hand and shook it gratefully。
〃It solves the whole problem；〃 he said。 〃One ship； one funeral； one
grave； one monumentit is admirably conceived。 It does you honor； Major
Hawkins； it has relieved me of a most painful embarrassment and distress；
and it will save that poor stricken old father much suffering。 Yes； he
shall go over in one basket。〃
〃When？〃 asked the wife。
〃To…morrow…immediately； of course。〃
〃I would wait； Mulberry。〃
〃Wait？ Why？〃
〃You don't want to break that childless old man's heart。〃
〃God knows I don't！〃
〃Then wait till he sends for his son's remains。 If you do that； you will
never have to give him the last and sharpest pain a parent can know
I mean； the certainty that his son is dead。 For he will never send。〃
〃Why won't he？〃
〃Because to sendand find out the truthwould rob him of the one
precious thing left him； the uncertainty； the dim hope that maybe； after
all； his boy escaped； and he will see him again some day。〃
〃Why Polly； he'll know by the papers that he was burnt up。〃
〃He won't let himself believe the papers； he'll argue against anything
and everything that proves his son is dead； and he will keep that up and
live on it； and on nothing else till he dies。 But if the remains should
actually come； and be put before that poor old dim…hoping soul〃
〃Oh； my God； they never shall！ Polly； you've saved me from a crime； and
I'll bless you for it always。 Now we know what to do。 We'll place them
reverently away； and he shall never know。〃
CHAPTER X。
The young Lord Berkeley； with the fresh air of freedom in his nostrils；
was feeling invincibly strong for his new career； and yetand yetif
the fight should prove a very hard one at first； very discouraging； very
taxing on untoughened moral sinews； he might in some weak moment want to
retreat。 Not likely； of course； but possibly that might happen。 And so
on the whole it might be pardonable caution to burn his bridges behind
him。 Oh； without doubt。 He must not stop with advertising for the owner
of that money； but must put it where he could not borrow from it himself；
meantime； under stress of circumstances。 So he went down town； and put
in his advertisement； then went to a bank and handed in the 500 for
deposit。
〃What name？〃
He hesitated and colored a little； he had forgotten to make a selection。
He now brought out the first one that suggested itself：
〃Howard Tracy。〃
When he was gone the clerks； marveling； said：
〃The cowboy blushed。〃
The first step was accomplished。 The money was still under his command
and at his disposal； but the next step would dispose of that difficulty。
He went to another bank and drew upon the first bank for the 500 by
check。 The money was collected and deposited a second time to the credit
of Howard Tracy。 He was asked to leave a few samples of his signature；
which he did。 Then he went away； once more proud and of perfect courage；
saying：
〃No help for me now； for henceforth I couldn't draw that money without
identification； and that is become legally impossible。 No resources to
fall back on。 It is work or starve from now to the end。 I am readyand
not afraid！〃
Then he sent this cablegram to his father：
〃Escaped unhurt from burning hotel。 Have taken fictitious name。
Goodbye。〃
During the； evening； while he was wandering about in one of the outlying
districts of the city； he came across a small brick church； with a bill
posted there with these words printed on it： 〃MECHANICS' CLUB DEBATE。
ALL INVITED。〃 He saw people； apparently mainly of the working class；
entering the place； and he followed and took his seat。 It was a humble
little church； quite bare as to ornamentation。 It had painted pews
without cushions； and no pulpit； properly speaking； but it had a
platform。 On the platform sat the chairman； and by his side sat a man
who held a manuscript in his hand and had the waiting look of one who is
going to perform the principal part。 The church was soon filled with a
quiet and orderly congregation of decently dressed and modest people。
This is what the chairman said：
〃The essayist for this evening is an old member of our club whom you all
know； Mr。 Parker； assistant editor of the Daily Democrat。 The subject
of his essay is the American Press； and he will use as his text a couple
of paragraphs taken from Mr。 Matthew Arnold's new book。 He asks me to
read these texts for him。 The first is as follows：
〃'Goethe says somewhere that 〃the thrill of awe；〃 that is to say；
REVERENCE； is the best thing humanity has。〃
〃Mr。 Arnold's other paragraph is as follows：
〃'I should say that if one were searching for the best means to efface
and kill in a whole nation the discipline of respect； one could not do
better than take the American newspapers。〃
Mr。 Parker rose and bowed； and was received with warm applause。 He then
began to read in a good round resonant voice； with clear enunciation and
careful attention to his pauses and emphases。 His points were received
with approval as he went on。
The essayist took the position that the most important function of a
public journal in any country was the propagating of national feeling and
pride in the national namethe keeping the people 〃in love with their
country and its institutions； and shielded from the allurements of alien
and inimical systems。〃 He sketched the manner in which the reverent
Turkish or Russian journalist fulfilled this functionthe one assisted
by the prevalent 〃discipline of respect〃 for the bastinado； the other for
Siberia。 Continuing； he said：
The chief function of an English journal is that of all other journals
the world over： it must keep the public eye fixed admiringly upon certain
things； and keep it diligently diverted from certain others。 For
instance； it must keep the public eye fixed admiringly upon the glories
of England； a processional splendor stretching its receding line down the
hazy vistas of time； with the mellowed lights of a thousand years
glinting from its banners； and it must keep it diligently diverted from
the fact that all these glories were for the enrichment and
aggrandizement of the petted and privileged few； at cost of the blood and
sweat and poverty of the unconsidered masses who achieved them but might
not enter in and partake of them。 It must keep the public eye fixed in
loving and awful reverence upon the throne as a sacred thing； and
diligently divert it from the fact that no throne was ever set up by the
unhampered vote of a majority of any nation； and that hence no throne
exists that has a right to exist； and no symbol of it； flying from any
flagstaff； is righteously entitled to wear any device but the skull and
crossbones of that kindred industry which differs from royalty only
business…wise…merely as retail differs from wholesale。 It must keep the
citizen's eye fixed in reverent docility upon that curious invention of
machine politics； an Established Church； and upon that bald contradiction
of common justice； a hereditary nobility； and diligently divert it from
the fact that the one damns him if he doesn't wear its collar； and robs