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HORSE CHESTNUT, also called Aesculus hippocastanum, is a herbal remedy that is being promoted to cosmetically improve the appearance of varicose veins. It is also promoted for relief of swelling or inflammation of joints, tendons, or muscles. At this time, there is no FDA approved use of this herb. Topical creams or gels containing horse chestnut in combination with other herbs (Cellu-Var™) or medicines (Reparil® Gel) are available.
It is important for you to tell your prescriber or other health care professional that you are using horse chestnut. Some herbs exert potent effects and may interact with other drugs you are taking.
You should discuss horse chestnut with your health care professional BEFORE taking it if you have any of these conditions:
blood clots
colitis or other stomach or intestine related illness
diabetes mellitus
heart disease or high or low blood pressure
kidney disease
liver disease
poor blood circulation
an unusual or allergic reaction to horse chestnut, other medicines, foods, dyes, or preservatives
pregnant or trying to get pregnant
Horse chestnut skin cream or skin gel is for external use only; do not take by mouth. Follow the directions on the label. Wash your hands before and after use. Apply a thin layer of cream to the affected area and rub in gently. Do not use your medicine more often than directed.
Contact your pediatrician or health care professional regarding the use of this herb in children. Special care may be needed. This herb is generally not used in children.
Missing a dose is probably not harmful. If you miss a dose, simply resume taking it on your previous schedule. Do not take double doses to catch up, however.
While herbs applied to the skin are less likely to interact with other medications, you should talk to your prescriber before using this gel or cream if you take any of the following medicines:
enoxaparin or other injectable blood thinners
ginkgo biloba
medications used to treat high blood sugar or diabetes
willow bark
For many herbs, interactions with other medications are unknown. That is why you should always be careful when mixing herbal remedies with traditional medications. If you take any other medications, consult with your health care professional prior to taking horse chestnut.
Tell your prescriber or health care professional about all other medicines you are taking, including non-prescription medicines, nutritional supplements, or herbal products. Also tell your prescriber or health care professional if you are a frequent user of drinks with caffeine or alcohol, if you smoke, or if you use illegal drugs. These may affect the way your medicine works. Check with your health care professional before stopping or starting any of your medicines.
Since horse chestnut is derived from a plant, allergic reactions are possible. Stop using this herb if you develop a rash. You may want to see your health care professional, or inform them that this occurred.
If you are scheduled to have surgery, let your surgeon know you are using horse chestnut.
Side effects that you should report to your prescriber or health care professional as soon as possible:
bleeding (gums, nose, skin, stool, urine)
decreased amounts of urine
difficulty breathing or shortness of breath
joint or muscle pain
swelling of mouth or throat
skin rash or itching
unusual skin bruises
Side effects that usually do not require medical attention (report to your prescriber or health care professional if they continue or are bothersome):
mild stinging at the time of cream or gel application
Keep out of the reach of children.
Store at room temperature; do not freeze. Throw away any unused medicine after the expiration date.
Dietary supplements include amino acids, vitamins, minerals, herbs, botanicals, and other plant-derived substances, and extracts of these substances. These products are easy to identify as they must state "Dietary Supplement" on the label. A "Supplement Facts" panel is provided on the label for most products. Supplements are not drugs and are not regulated like drugs. You should note that rigid quality control standards are not required for dietary supplements. Big differences in potency and purity of these products can occur. Scientific data to support the use of a dietary supplement for a certain disease or ailment may not be available. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.
The Food and Drug Administration suggests the following to help consumers protect themselves:
Always read product labels and follow directions.
"Natural" doesn't mean a product is safe for humans to take.
Look for products containing ingredients with the "USP" notation. This indicates the manufacturer followed the standards of the US Pharmacopoeia.
Supplements produced or distributed by a nationally known food or drug company are more likely to be made under tight controls as these companies have standards in place for their other products. You can write to the company for more information about how the product was made.
HORSE CHESTNUT, also called Aesculus hippocastanum, (Reparil®, Venastat® and others) is a herbal remedy that is being promoted to maintain healthy leg vein blood flow. At this time, there is no FDA approved use of this herb. Horse chestnut is being studied for chronic problems of leg vein blood circulation and for hemorrhoids, but it should be used under the prescription of a health care prescriber. Many products containing horse chestnut in combination with other herbs are available, including Leg Veins Formula™, Varicare™, Variclear™, Varicosin™, and VeinAway™.
This herb should be taken orally (i.e., swallowed). Take the herb after a meal to avoid stomach discomfort. Follow the directions on the package labeling, or talk to your health care professional. Do not take more of this herb than is recommended.
Different brands of horse chestnut might contain different amounts of active ingredient so be careful to use the same brand. A standardized product is more likely to contain the same amount of herb from dose to dose. Your health care professional or pharmacist can assist you in finding a standardized product.
If you are scheduled to have surgery, let your surgeon know you are taking horse chestnut.
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Cat 6 lead authors: WU cofounder Dr. Jeff Masters (right), who flew w/NOAA Hurricane Hunters 1986-1990, & WU meteorologist Bob Henson, @bhensonweather
By: Dr. Jeff Masters , 7:51 AM GMT on August 25, 2011
As of 2AM EDT, Hurricane Irene was located at 24.2N, 76.0W, 105 miles east-southeast of Nassau or 760 miles south of Cape Hatteras. It was moving northwest at 12 mph with maximum sustained winds of 115 mph, making it a Category 3 storm on the Saffir-Simpson scale. Irene has a minimum central pressure of 950 mb. Hurricane force winds can be found up to 70 miles from Irene's center, and tropical storm force winds can be found out to 255 miles from the storm's center.
Hurricane warnings are in effect for all of the Bahamas. Hurricane and tropical storm watches will likely be posted for the Carolina coastlines later this morning. At this time, Dare County Emergency Management has issued a mandatory evacuation order for all visitors in their county. Dare County Schools will also be closed Thursday and Friday.
Satellite Views
Figure 1 is the infrared satellite image of Irene at 135EDT. The convection is a bit unbalanced around the storm center, which is going to cause Irene to wobble like an unbalanced clothes washer (Analogy courtesy of Angela Fritz) over the next few hours. At the time this image was taken, the convection around Irene's center appears to be getting more vigorous, as cold cloudtops are starting to increase around the storm center. This is important to note because microwave satellite imagery from Wednesday evening suggested Irene was starting an eyewall replacement cycle. Figure 2 shows passive microwave imagery from a Air Force DMSP polar-orbiting satellite. The two concentric green/yellow bands in the image suggest that two eyewall features are present in Irene, and Hurricane Hunter observations confirm this. This has important consequences for Irene's intensity, because in an eyewall replacement cycle, as the inner eyewall weakens, the storm's intensity drops. However, once the inner eyewall is gone, and the outer eyewall contracts to replace it, the storm intensity will increase again.
Figure 1 IR satellite view of Irene taken at 113AM EDT, August 23, 2011
Figure 2 DMSP F18 microwave overpass of Irene at 824PM EDT, August 24, 2011. Image courtesy of the Naval Research Laboratory
Track Forecast
Irene is forecast to move to the northwest, passing over the northwest Bahamas by Thursday evening, then curving to the northeast. Irene then makes landfall in the US near or at the Outer Banks Saturday afternoon, then traveling along the mid-Atlantic coastline of the US. Sunday, Irene may make secondary landfall anywhere from New Jersey to Long Island and the southern New England coastline. In my opinion, New York City may be significantly impacted by Irene. It is also important to note that the windfield of Irene is expected to be large, affecting areas distant from the immediate track of Irene's center. Tropical storm forces winds are expected to be found out to at least 150 miles away from Irene's center on Friday afternoon.
NHC is forecasting for Irene to become a Category 4 storm (winds faster than 130 mph) by Thursday morning. As Irene moves northward into cooler water, the intensity is expected to drop slowly to a Category 2 storm before making landfall in the Outer Banks.
Figure 3 Official track forecast of Irene at 2AM EDT.
Forecast models and today's planned flights
The different forecast models are still in fairly good agreement about Irene's track through the Bahamas and along the east coast of the US. The 00Z GFS run is in close agreement with the 12Z ECMWF run, but the 00Z ECMWF run (shown in figure 4) is continuing the ECMWF's trend of shifting the track westward with each run. NHC forecasters have been placing emphasis on the ECMWF's forecast track when making their forecasts for IRene, so it is possible that the NHC track will shift westwards at the 5AM update.
Looking at the plan of the day valid for today, it will be a busy day for airborne reconnaissance. Three flights for the Air Force hurricane hunters, two flights for the Gulfstream IV (Gonzo), and two flights for NOAA 42, a WP-3D (Kermit). They may have to give NOAA a littering permit for all of the dropsondes used to monitor Irene and her environment, but the forecast improvements they generate are worth the effort.
Figure 4 Plot of the maximum sustained winds in mph over the next week from the 00Z ECMWF forecast.
Hurricane force winds will arrive in the northwestern Bahamas today. Storm surge near the center of Irene will be 7-11 feet above tide level. The Bahamas can expect 6-12 inches of rain over the next day or so, and it looks like the Turks and Caicos islands will receive a total of 6-12 inches from Irene. Large, swells from Irene will start landing on the southeastern US coastline later today. Please don't go in the water, as these swells can cause dangerous rip currents. Dr. Masters has catalogued the worst-case storm surge surge scenarios as a function of storm intensity here.
In my opinion, people living from the Carolinas to Cape Cod should pay close attention to Irene and prepare for a wide range of impacts. I think that there is a 75% chance of Irene's secondary landfall will be somewhere between JFK airport and Cape Cod. That said, Irene's size will cause significant impacts for people living far from it's center.
Dr. Masters will have a new blog entry this morning, and Angela Fritz will be covering the afternoon. I'll be back on third shift tonight.
Thanks for reading,
Dr. Rob Carver
The views of the author are his/her own and do not necessarily represent the position of The Weather Company or its parent, IBM.
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The Department of Women's Studies is holding a film series during the month of March in honor of Women's History Month. The film series, which is free and open to the public, will present six feature films over four evenings in March.
The film series will begin at 8 p.m. Friday, March 6, in room 120A of the University Downtown Center, with the showing of the 1975 version of The Stepford Wives, followed by the 2004 remake of the movie. Each subsequent screening will take place at 8 p.m. on Wednesdays in Academic A, room G019. On March 11, the series will screen A Question of Silence and Antonia's Line, on March 18, Thelma and Louise, and on March 25, Daughters of the Dust.
The series will include handouts with film notes and post screening moderated discussion. The films were chosen for their status in contemporary film history, their critique of the status quo of women's situations in the social world, and their value as highly artistic representations of women in patriarchy.
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The new-look McNeese State offense looked a lot like the old-look Cowboys offense in Friday night's season opener against Towson.
Which is to say, there wasn't much to look at. Not for the first eight innings, anyway.
Things finally started to click in the ninth, but by then it was too late to rescue the Cowboys from a 12-5 Tigers victory at Cowboy Diamond.
Unfortunately for the Cowboys, their pitching provided little to feast the eyes upon — unless you were standing in Towson's batter's box.
The visitors from Baltimore pounded out 14 hits while the first two Cowboys pitchers combined to walk six batters. Starter Blake Ware allowed five runs on seven hits in five innings.
"The bottom line is pitching," Cowboys coach Terry Burrows said. "Blake never gave us a chance. We were down 5-0 after the first two innings. Nobody who came in threw the fastball where we wanted to."
Fortunately for McNeese, there are 53 games left to turn the season opener into a long-lost memory.
"I'm aggravated right now, but we have to make sure one loss doesn't turn into two," Burrows said.
Things got off to a good start for Towson and never really stopped. Brandon Gonnella led the game off with a triple and scored on a one-out sacrifice fly.
The Tigers got to Ware for four runs in the second, taking advantage of back-to-back walks to start the inning.
Ware settled down the rest of the way, facing the minimum in the fourth and fifth innings. However, an elevated pitch count forced Burrows to pull Ware just as he was getting things figured out.
"He's an intense guy. He's got to learn to control that intensity," Burrows said. "Guys like that usually are better by the time they are tired."
The Tigers were not very welcoming to relievers Michael Desabrais and Tyler Erickson, each of whom was touched up for three runs in 1⁄3 inning. Dominic Fratanuono had the biggest blow, a grand slam into the wind to make it 11-0.
McNeese managed two hits against Towson starter Mike Volpe in six innings.
The Cowboys put together a four-run rally in the bottom of the ninth.
Lucas Quary was the lone Cowboy with multiple hits, going 2-for-4. Two players who came off the bench, Phillip LeBleau and Hans Ask, had hits in their only at-bats.
"I don't think our at-bats at first were anything like we can swing. They were kind of timid," Burrows said. "You don't want to say the pressure's off (by the end). But we've just got to play better tomorrow."


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What is blasphemy? What does it mean to blaspheme?
Question: "What is blasphemy? What does it mean to blaspheme?"
Answer: To blaspheme is to speak with contempt about God or to be defiantly irreverent. According to Black's Law Dictionary, blasphemy is "the written or oral reproach of God, His name, attributes, or religion." This is similar to slander, which is "malicious oral lies that harm a reputation," and libel, which is "slander through writing or another type of recording or transmission." Blasphemy is slander and libel directed at God.
Blasphemy was a serious crime in the law God gave to Moses. The Israelites were to worship and obey God. In Leviticus 24:10–16, a man blasphemed the name of God. To the Hebrews, a name wasn't just a convenient label. It was a symbolic representation of a person's character. Israelites revered the name of God so highly that they refused to pronounce it; Jewish tradition is that, when reading the name YHWH in the Torah, the name Adonai is pronounced in its place. Jews refer to the tetragrammaton as Hashem, or "the Name," in contexts other than reading the Torah. The man in Leviticus who blasphemed God's name was stoned to death.
Isaiah 36 tells the story of Sennacherib, king of Assyria, and his attempt to demoralize Jerusalem before he attacked. After pointing out Assyria's many victories, he says, "Who of all the gods of these countries have been able to save their lands from me? How then can the LORD deliver Jerusalem from my hand?" (verse 20). Sennacherib committed blasphemy by assuming Israel's God was on a par with the false gods of the surrounding nations. The king of Judah, Hezekiah, points out this blasphemy in his prayer to God, in which he asks that God deliver them for the purpose of defending His own honor (37:4, 17). And that's exactly what God did. Verses 36-37 explain, "Then the angel of the LORD went out and put to death a hundred and eighty-five thousand in the Assyrian camp. When the people got up the next morning—there were all the dead bodies! So Sennacherib king of Assyria broke camp and withdrew. He returned to Nineveh and stayed there." Later, Sennacherib was murdered in the temple of his god Nisroch (verse 38).
Followers of God are also responsible to make sure their behavior doesn't incite others to blaspheme God. In 2 Samuel 12:14, the prophet Nathan explained that David's adultery with Bathsheba and consequent murder of Uriah gave God's enemies reason to doubt God's holiness. David's sin led others to blaspheme. As a result, God took away the good that came of the sin—a baby boy. The holiness of God was vindicated, and the blasphemy was silenced.
In Romans 2:17-24, Paul scolds those who claim to be saved through the law and yet still sin. Using Nathan's words to David, Paul tells them "the name of God is blasphemed among the Gentiles because of you" (verse 24). In 1 Timothy 1:20 Paul explains that he had abandoned two Greeks to Satan so they would "be taught not to blaspheme."
Jesus spoke of a special type of blasphemy—blasphemy against the Holy Spirit—committed by the religious leaders of His day. The situation was that the Pharisees were eyewitnesses to Jesus' miracles, but they attributed the work of the Holy Spirit to the presence of a demon (Mark 3:22-30). Their portrayal of the holy as demonic was a deliberate, contumelious rejection of God and was unforgiveable.
The most significant accusation of blasphemy was one that happened to be completely false. It was for the crime of blasphemy that the priests and Pharisees condemned Jesus (Matthew 26:65). They understood that Jesus was claiming to be God. That would, indeed, be a reproach on God's character—if it wasn't true. If Jesus were just a man claiming to be God, He would have been a blasphemer. However, as the Second Person of the Trinity, Jesus could truthfully claim deity (Philippians 2:6).
The fact is, every time we do or say something that gives others a false representation of the glory, holiness, authority, and character of God, we commit blasphemy. Every time we misrepresent our position as children of God, we are damaging His reputation. Fortunately, Jesus forgives even the sin of blasphemy. Peter attacked Jesus' purpose (Matthew 16:22), Paul tried to make others blaspheme (Acts 26:9-18), and Jesus' own brothers thought He was insane (Mark 3:21). All repented, and all were forgiven.
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Jerome H. "Jerry" Estock
MADISON-Jerome H. "Jerry" Estock passed away peacefully on Thursday, March 28, 2013, at home with his family by his side. He was born on July 28, 1937, in Zanesville, Ohio, the eldest child of Andrew C. "ACE" and Ruth L. (Harper) Estock. Jerry graduated with honors from Muskingum College (now University), in New Concord, Ohio and completed a year of post-graduate work at University of Illinois, Institute of Labor and Industrial Relations, Champaign, Ill. His entire adult work career was the wage-hour division of the U.S. Department of Labor. Jerry started as an investigator, working in Springfield, Olney, and East St. Louis, Ill. Beginning in 1967, and for 30 years thereafter, he was director of the Madison district office. All activities were related to insuring that workers received the protection of Federal labor laws, such laws required a minimum wage, overtime compensation, child labor protections, family and medical leave. Jerry received the Department's Distinguished Career Service Award. He was also active in the Federal Manager's Association. Over the years he was active in the Kiwanis and Lions service clubs. Jerry's hobbies included world –wide traveling, biking (he biked on a regular basis until the age of 70), and "coin-shooting" (metal detecting). Bashford United Methodist Church was his choice for spiritual guidance; he was an usher and active on a number of committees, as well as working with the "handymen" for many years. Jerry married the former, Ronna K. Ostendorf on Nov. 9, 1963, in Alton, Ill.
He is survived by his wife, Ronna; sons, Eric (Kathy) of Madison, Timothy (Bernadette) of Wheatridge, Colo., and Tom (Tracy) Estock of Menomonee Falls; grandsons, Trevor, Elijah, Kyle, Kane, and Lukas; granddaughters, Tessa and Hannah; sister, Martha Ritchason of Boca Raton, Fla.; brother, James (Joyce) of Gahana, Ohio; brother-in-law, David (Roz) Ostendorf of Ellsworth; and nieces and nephews . He was preceded in death by his parents; and his in-laws, Virgil and Vernice Ostendorf.
A Memorial service will be held at BASHFORD UNITED METHODIST CHURCH, 329 North Street, Madison, WI 53704, at 11 a.m. on Thursday, April 4, 2013. Visitation will be held at the church from 9 a.m. until the time of service on Thursday.
The family wishes to thank the Agrace HospiceCare team that was able to help with his care at home. A special thanks to Nicole, Ann and Jessica for their kindness and compassion during this difficult time. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Bashford United Methodist Church Food Pantry or Agrace HospiceCare. Online condolences may be made at www.gundersonfh.com.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber, and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain and aid finding a cure for Alzheimer's. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me, and scatter the ashes to the wind to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults and weaknesses. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs it. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever. – Author Unknown
May all your "finds" be rings and real silver coins!
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Toshiko Takaezu, renowned ceramist and creator of the bronze Remembrance Bell in Princeton's Memorial Garden near Chancellor Green, will speak about her work at 4:30 p.m. Tuesday, Sept. 26, in Room 207 of 185 Nassau St.
Takaezu's work figures in the collections of more than 20 museums, including the Metropolitan and American Crafts Museums in New York, the Smithsonian Institution and the art museums of Boston, Baltimore, Newark, Cleveland, Detroit, Honolulu and Bangkok. The Philadelphia Museum recently honored her with a lifetime achievement award while presenting a retrospective of her work, titled "The Poetry of Clay."
Takaezu taught at Princeton from 1967 to 1992 and returned in 2004 as a Belknap Visitor in the Humanities. She has been honored by the University with a Behrman Award for distinguished achievement in the humanities in 1992 and an honorary doctorate of humane letters in 1996. Three of Takaezu's pots, in her inimitable blue glaze, are permanently exhibited in the main corridor of 185 Nassau St.
Takaezu's talk coincides with the publication of "Toshiko Takaezu: The Earth in Bloom," a 150-page photography book by J. Stanley Yake. The talk, which is sponsored by the Program in Visual Arts and the Council of the Humanities, will be followed by a reception with Takaezu and Yake.


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A few days ago, batting around ideas for this month's column, I decided to write about an aspect of school governance that is critical but often undervalued: the responsibility of board members to educate themselves not just on their governing responsibilities, but more broadly about issues in the field of public education.
This is a facet of "board self-management," which I've described in several of my books. In addition to educating yourself about the big issues, self-management includes setting governing performance standards and targets and regularly evaluating the board's performance as a governing body.
Self-education can involve attending NSBA conferences and state school boards association workshops, but another way of staying on top of the changing field of school governance and developments in K-12 education is to build a library of books and periodicals (such as ASBJ -- see 2010's top education books on Page 28) that are pertinent to governing a modern school district.
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SLOWLY over the flat came a cart. On the back seat sat Gregory, his arms folded, his hat drawn over his eyes. A Kaffir boy sat on the front seat driving, and at his feet sat Doss, who, every now and again, lifted his nose and eyes above the level of the splash-board, to look at the surrounding country; and then, with an exceedingly knowing wink of his left eye, turned to his companions, thereby intimating that he clearly perceived his whereabouts. No one noticed the cart coming. Waldo, who was at work at his carpenter's table in the waggon-house, saw nothing, till chancing to page: 225 look down he perceived Doss standing before him, the legs trembling, the little nose wrinkled, and a series of short, suffocating barks giving utterance to his joy at reunion.
Em, whose eyes had ached with looking out across the plain, was now at work in a back-room, and knew nothing till, looking up, she saw Gregory, with his straw hat and blue eyes, standing in the door-way. He greeted her quietly, hung his hat up in its old place behind the door, and for any change in his manner or appearance he might have been gone only the day before to fetch letters from the town. Only his beard was gone, and his face was grown thinner. He took off his leather gaiters, said the afternoon was hot and the roads dusty, and asked for some tea. They talked of wool, cattle, and sheep, and Em gave him the pile of letters that had come for him during that seven months' absence, but of the page: 226 thing that lay at their hearts neither said anything. Then he went out to look at the kraals, and at supper Em gave him hot cakes and coffee. They talked about the servants, and then ate their meal in quiet. When it was ended Gregory went into the front-room, and lay in the dark on the sofa.
"Do you not want a light?" Em asked, venturing to look in.
"No," he answered; then presently called to her, "Come and sit here; I want to talk to you."
She came and sat on a footstool near him.
"Do you wish to hear anything?" he asked.
She whispered, "Yes, if it does not hurt you."
"What difference does it make to me?" he said. "If I talk or am silent, is there any change?"
Yet he lay quiet for a long time. The light through the open door showed him to her, page: 227 where he lay, with his arm thrown across his eyes. At last he spoke. Perhaps it was a relief to him to speak.
To Bloemfontein in the Free State, to which through an agent he had traced them, Gregory had gone. At the hotel where Lyndall and her stranger had stayed he put up; he was shown the very room in which they had slept. The coloured boy who had driven them to the next town told him in which house they had boarded, and Gregory went on. In that town he found they had left the cart, and bought a spider and four greys, and Gregory's heart rejoiced. Now indeed it would be easy to trace their course. And he turned his steps northward.
At the farm-houses where he stopped the "ooms" and "tantes" remembered clearly the spider with its four grey horses. At one place the Boer-wife told how the Englishman had bought milk, and asked the way to the next page: 228 farm. At the next farm the Englishman had bought a bunch of flowers, and given half-a-crown for them to the little girl. It was quite true; the Boer-mother made her get it out of the box and show it. At the next place they had slept. Here they told him that the great bull-dog, who hated all strangers, had walked in in the evening and laid its head in the lady's lap. So at every place he heard something, and traced them step by step.
At one desolate farm the Boer had a good deal to tell. The lady had said she liked a waggon that stood before the door. Without asking the price the Englishman had offered a hundred and fifty pounds for the old thing, and bought oxen worth ten pounds for sixteen. The Dutchman chuckled, for he had the "Salt-reim's" money in the box under his bed. Gregory laughed too, in silence; he could not lose sight of them now, so slowly they would have to move with that page: 229 cumbrous ox-waggon. Yet, when that evening came, and he reached a little wayside inn, no one could tell him anything of the travellers.
The master, a surly creature, half stupid with Boer-brandy, sat on the bench before the door smoking. Gregory sat beside him, questioning, but he smoked on. He remembered nothing of such strangers. How should he know who had been there months and months before? He smoked on. Gregory, very weary, tried to wake his memory, said that the lady he was seeking for was very beautiful, had a little mouth, and tiny, very tiny, feet. The man only smoked on as sullenly as at first. What were little, very little mouths and feet to him. But his daughter leaned out in the window above. She was dirty and lazy, and liked to loll there when travellers came, to hear the men talk, but she had a soft heart. Presently a hand came out of the window, and a pair of velvet slippers touched his shoulder, tiny slippers page: 230 with black flowers. He pulled them out of her hand. Only one woman's feet had worn them, he knew that.
"Left here last summer by a lady," said the girl; "might be the one you are looking for. Never saw any feet so small."
Gregory rose and questioned her.
They might have come in a waggon and spider, she could not tell. But the gentleman was very handsome, tall, lovely figure, blue eyes, wore gloves always when he went out. An English officer, perhaps; no Africander, certainly.
Gregory stopped her.
The lady? Well, she was pretty, rather, the girl said; very cold, dull hair, silent. They stayed for, it might be, five days; slept in the wing over against the "stoep"; quarrelled sometimes, she thought—the lady. She had seen everything when she went in to wait. One day the gentleman touched her hair; she drew back page: 231 from him as though his fingers poisoned her. Went to the other end of the room if he came to sit near her. Walked out alone. Cold wife for such a handsome husband, the girl thought; she evidently pitied him. They went away early one morning, how, or in which way, the girl could not tell.
Gregory inquired of the servants, but nothing more was to be learnt; so the next morning he saddled his horse and went on. At the farms he came to the good old "ooms" and "tantes" asked him to have coffee, and the little shoeless children peeped out at the stranger from behind ovens and gables; but no one had seen what he asked for. This way and that he rode to pick up the thread he had dropped, but the spider and the waggon, the little lady and the handsome gentleman, no one had seen. In the towns he fared yet worse.
Once indeed hope came to him. On the page: 232 "stoep" of an hotel at which he stayed the night in a certain little village, there walked a gentleman, grave and kindly-looking. It was not hard to open conversation with him about the weather, and then;—Had he ever seen such and such people, a gentleman and a lady, a spider and waggon, arrive at that place. The kindly gentleman shook his head. What was the lady like, he inquired?
Gregory painted. Hair like silken floss, small mouth, underlip very full and pink, upper lip pink but very thin and curled; there were four white spots on the nail of the forefinger, the eyebrows very straight.
"Yes; and a rose-bud tinge in the cheeks; hands like lilies, and perfectly seraphic smile."
"That is she! that is she!" cried Gregory.
Who else could it be? He asked where she page: 233 had gone to. The gentleman most thoughtfully stroked his beard. He would try to remember. Were not her ears—. Here such a violent fit of coughing seized him that he ran away into the house. An ill-fed clerk and a dirty barman standing in the door-way laughed aloud. Gregory wondered if they could be laughing at the gentleman's cough, and then he heard some one laughing in the room into which the gentleman had gone. He must follow him and try to learn more; but he soon found that there was nothing more to be learnt there. Poor Gregory!
Backward and forwards, backward and forwards, from the dirty little hotel where he had dropped the thread, to this farm and to that, rode Gregory, till his heart was sick and tired. That from that spot the waggon might have gone its own way and the spider another was an idea that did not occur to him. At last he saw page: 234 it was no use lingering in that neighbourhood, and pressed on.
One day, coming to a little town, his horses knocked up, and he resolved to rest them there. The little hotel of the town was a bright and sunny place, like the jovial face of the clean little woman who kept it, and who trotted about talking always—talking to the customers in the tap-room, and to the maids in the kitchen, and to the passers-by when she could hail them from the windows; talking, as good-natured women with large mouths and small noses always do, in season and out.
There was a little front parlour in the hotel, kept for strangers who wanted to be alone. Gregory sat there to eat his breakfast, and the landlady dusted the room and talked of the great finds at the Diamond Fields, and the badness of maid-servants, and the shameful conduct of the Dutch parson in that town to the English in- inhabitants page: 235 habitants. Gregory ate his breakfast and listened to nothing. He had asked his one question, and had had his answer; now she might talk on.
Presently a door in the corner opened and a woman came out—a Mozambiquer, with a red handkerchief twisted round her head. She carried in her hand a tray, with a slice of toast crumbled fine, and a half-filled cup of coffee, and an egg broken open, but not eaten. Her ebony face grinned complacently as she shut the door softly and said, "Good morning."
The landlady began to talk to her.
"You are not going to leave her really, Ayah, are you?" she said. "The maids say so; but I'm sure you wouldn't do such a thing."
The Mozambiquer grinned.
"Husband says I must go home."
"But she hasn't got any one else, and won't have any one else. Come, now," said the landlady.page: 236
The Mozambiquer only showed her white teeth good-naturedly for answer, and went out, and the landlady followed her.
Gregory, glad to be alone, watched the sunshine as it came over the fuchsias in the window, and ran up and down on the panelled door in the corner. The Mozambiquer had closed it loosely behind her, and presently something touched it inside. It moved a little, then it was still, then moved again; then through the gap a small nose appeared, and a yellow ear overlapping one eye; then the whole head obtruded, placed itself critically on one side, wrinkled its nose disapprovingly at Gregory, and withdrew. Through the half-open door came a faint scent of toilet vinegar, and the room was dark and still.
Presently the landlady came back.
"Left the door open," she said, bustling to shut it; "but a darkey will be a darkey, and never carries a head on its shoulders like page: 237 other folks. Not ill, I hope sir," she said, looking at Gregory when she had shut the bed-room door.
"No," said Gregory, "no."
The landlady began putting the things together.
"Who," asked Gregory, "is in that room?"
Glad to have a little innocent piece of gossip to relate, and some one willing to hear it, the landlady made the most of a little story as she cleared the table. Six months before a lady had come alone to the hotel in a waggon, with only a coloured leader and driver. Eight days after a little baby had been born. If Gregory stood up and looked out at the window he would see a blue gum-tree in the grave-yard; close by it was a little grave. The baby was buried there. A tiny thing, only lived two hours, and the mother herself almost went with it. After a while she was better; but one day she got page: 238 up out of bed, dressed herself without saying a word to any one, and went out. It was a drizzly day; a little time after some one saw her sitting on the wet ground under the blue gum-tree, with the rain dripping from her hat and shawl. They went to fetch her, but she would not come until she chose. When she did she had gone to bed and had not risen again from it; never would, the doctor said.
She was very patient, poor thing. When you went in to ask her how she was she said always "Better," or "Nearly well!" and lay still in the darkened room, and never troubled any one. The Mozambiquer took care of her, and she would not allow any one else to touch her; would not so much as allow any one else to see her foot uncovered. She was strange in many ways, but she paid well, poor thing; and now the Mozambiquer was going, and she would have to take up with some one else.page: 239
The landlady prattled on pleasantly, and now carried away the tray with the breakfast-things. When she was gone Gregory leaned his head on his hands, but he did not think long.
Before dinner he had ridden out of the town to where on a rise a number of transport-waggons were out-spanned. The Dutchman driver of one wondered at the stranger's eagerness to free himself of his horses. Stolen perhaps; but it was worth his while to buy them at so low a price. So the horses changed masters, and Gregory walked off with his saddle-bags slung across his arm. Once out of sight of the waggons he struck out of the road and walked across the "veld," the dry, flowering grasses waving everywhere about him; half way across the plain he came to a deep gully which the rain torrents had washed out, but which was now dry. Gregory sprung down into its red bed. It was a safe place, and quiet. When he had looked about him he sat page: 240 down under the shade of an overhanging bank and fanned himself with his hat, for the afternoon was hot, and he had walked fast. At his feet the dusty ants ran about, and the high red bank before him was covered by a network of roots and fibres washed bare by the rains. Above his head rose the clear blue African sky; at his side were the saddle-bags full of women's clothing. Gregory looked up half plaintively into the blue sky.
"Am I, am I Gregory Nazianzen Rose?" he said.
It was also strange, he sitting there in that "sloot" in that up-country plain!—strange as the fantastic, changing shapes in a summer cloud. At last, tired out, he fell asleep, with his head against the bank. When he woke the shadow had stretched across the "sloot," and the sun was on the edge of the plain. Now he must be up and doing. He drew from his breast pocket a little sixpenny looking-glass, and page: 241 hung it on one of the roots that stuck out from the bank. Then he dressed himself in one of the old-fashioned gowns and a great pinked out collar. Then he took out a razor. Tuft by tuft the soft brown beard fell down into the sand, and the little ants took it to line their nests with. Then the glass showed a face surrounded by a frilled cap, white as a woman's, with a little mouth, a very short upper lip, and a receding chin.
Presently a rather tall woman's figure was making its way across the "veld." As it passed a hollowed-out ant-heap it knelt down, and stuffed in the saddle-bags with the man's clothing, closing up the ant-hill with bits of ground to look as natural as possible. Like a sinner hiding his deed of sin, Gregory started once and looked round, but yet there was no one near save a "meerkat," who had lifted herself out of her hole and sat on her hind legs page: 242 watching. He did not like that even she should see, and when he rose she dived away into her hole. Then he walked on leisurely, that the dusk might have reached the village streets before he walked there. The first house was the smith's, and before the open door two idle urchins lolled. As he hurried up the street in the gathering gloom he heard them laugh long and loudly behind him. He glanced round fearingly, and would almost have fled, but that the strange skirts clung about his legs. And after all it was only a spark that had alighted on the head of one, and not the strange figure they laughed at.
The door of the hotel stood wide open, and the light fell out into the street. He knocked, and the landlady came. She peered out to look for the cart that had brought the traveller; but Gregory's heart was brave now he was so near the quiet room. He told her he had come page: 243 with the transport waggons that stood outside the town.
He had walked in, and wanted lodgings for the night.
It was a deliberate lie, glibly told; he would have told fifty, though the recording angel had stood in the next room with his pen dipped in the ink. What was it to him? He remembered that she lay there saying always, "I am better."
The landlady put his supper in the little parlour where he had sat in the morning. When it was on the table she sat down in the rocking-chair, as her fashion was, to knit and talk, that she might gather news for her customers in the tap-room. In the white face under the queer, deep-fringed cap she saw nothing of the morning's traveller. The newcomer was communicative. She was a nurse by profession, she said; had come to the Transvaal hearing that good nurses were needed there. She had page: 244 not yet found work. The landlady did not perhaps know whether there would be any for her in that town?
The landlady put down her knitting and smote her fat hands together.
If it wasn't the very finger of God's Providence, as though you saw it hanging out of the sky, she said. Here was a lady sick and needing a new nurse that very day, and not able to get one to her mind, and now—well, if it wasn't enough to convert all the atheists and free-thinkers in the Transvaal, she didn't know!
Then the landlady proceeded to detail facts.
"I'm sure you will suit her," she added; "you're just the kind. She has heaps of money to pay you with; has everything that money can buy. She is asleep now, but I'll take you in to look at her."
The landlady opened the door of the next room, and Gregory followed her. A table stood page: 245 near the bed, and a lamp burning low stood on it; the bed was a great four-poster with white curtains, and the quilt was of rich crimson satin. But Gregory stood just inside the door with his head bent low, and saw no further.
"Come nearer! I'll turn the lamp up a bit, that you can have a look at her. A pretty thing, isn't it?" said the landlady.
Near the foot of the bed was a dent in the crimson quilt, and out of it Doss's small head and bright eyes looked knowingly.
Then Gregory looked up at what lay on the cushion. A little white, white face, transparent as an angel's with a cloth bound round the forehead, and with soft hair tossed about on the pillow.
"We had to cut it off," said the woman, page: 246 touching it with her fore-finger. "Soft as silk, like a wax doll's."
But Gregory's heart was bleeding.
"Never get up again, the doctor says," said the landlady.
Gregory uttered one word. In an instant the beautiful eyes opened widely, looked round the room and into the dark corners.
"Who is here? Whom did I hear speak?"
Gregory had sunk back behind the curtain; the landlady drew it aside, and pulled him forward.
"Only this lady, ma'am—a nurse by profession. She is willing to stay and take care of you, if you can come to terms with her."
Lyndall raised herself on her elbow, and cast one keen scrutinizing glance over him.
"Have I never seen you before?" she asked.
She fell back wearily.page: 247
"Perhaps you would like to arrange the terms between yourselves," said the landlady. "Here is a chair. I will be back presently."
Gregory sat down, with bent head and quick breath. She did not speak, and lay with half-closed eyes, seeming to have forgotten him.
"Will you turn the lamp down a little?" she said at last; "I cannot bear the light."
Then his heart grew braver in the shadow, and he spoke. Nursing was to him, he said, a pleasure. He wanted no money: if— She stopped him.
"I take no service for which I do not pay," she said. "What I gave to my last nurse I will give to you; if you do not like it you may go."
And Gregory muttered humbly, he would take it.
Afterward she tried to turn herself. He lifted her. Ah! such a shrunken little body, he page: 248 could feel its weakness as he touched it. His hands were to him glorified for that service.
"Thank you! that is so nice. Other people hurt me when they touch me," she said. "Thank you!" Then after a little while she repeated humbly, "Thank you; they hurt me so."
Gregory sat down trembling. His little ewe-lamb, could he hurt her?
The doctor said of Gregory four days after, "She is the most experienced nurse I ever came in contact with."
Gregory, standing in the passage, heard it and laughed in his heart. What need had he of experience? Experience teaches us in a millennium what passion teaches us in an hour. A Kaffir studies all his life the discerning of distant sounds; but he will never hear my step, when my love hears it, coming to her window in the dark over the short grass.
At first Gregory's heart was sore when page: 249 day by day the body grew lighter, and the mouth he fed took less; but afterward he grew accustomed to it, and was happy. For passion has one cry, one only—"Oh, to touch thee, Beloved!"
In that quiet room Lyndall lay on the bed with the dog at her feet, and Gregory sat in his dark corner watching.
She seldom slept, and through those long, long days she would lie watching the round streak of sunlight that came through the knot in the shutter, or the massive lion's paw on which the wardrobe rested. What thoughts were in those eyes? Gregory wondered; he dared not ask.
Sometimes Doss where he lay on her feet would dream that they two were in the cart, tearing over the "veld," with the black horses snorting, and the wind in their faces; and he would start up in his sleep and bark aloud. Then page: 250 awaking, he would lick his mistress's hand almost remorsefully, and slink quietly down into his place.
Gregory thought she had no pain, she never groaned; only sometimes, when the light was near her, he thought he could see contractions about her lips and eyebrows.
He slept on the sofa outside her door.
One night he thought he heard a sound, and, opening it softly, he looked in. She was crying out aloud, as if she and her pain were alone in the world. The light fell on the red quilt, and the little hands that were clasped over the head. The wide-open eyes were looking up, and the heavy drops fell slowly from them.
"I cannot bear any more, not any more," she said in a deep voice. "Oh, God, God! have I not borne in silence? Have I not endured these long, long months? But now, now, oh, God, I cannot!"page: 251
Gregory knelt in the door-way listening.
"I do not ask for wisdom, not human love, not work, not knowledge, not for all things I have longed for," she cried; "only a little freedom from pain! Only one little hour without pain!"
She sat up, and bit the little hand Gregory loved.
He crept away to the front door, and stood looking out at the quiet starlight. When he came back she was lying in her usual posture, the quiet eyes looking at the lion's claw. He came close to the bed.
"You have much pain to-night?" he asked her.
"No, not much."
"Can I do anything for you?"
"No, nothing."
She still drew her lips quivering together, and motioned with her fingers toward the dog who page: 252 lay sleeping at her feet. Gregory lifted him and laid him at her side. She made Gregory turn open the bosom of her night-dress, that the dog might put his black muzzle between her breasts. She crossed her arms over him. Gregory left them lying there together.
Next day, when they asked her how she was, she answered "Better."
"Some one ought to tell her," said the landlady; "we can't let her soul go out into eternity not knowing, especially when I don't think it was all right about the child. You ought to go and tell her, Doctor."
So, the little doctor, egged on and on, went in at last. When he came out of the room he shook his fist in the landlady's face.
"The next time you have any devil's work to do, do it yourself," he said, and he shook his fist in her face again, and went away swearing.
When Gregory went into the bed-room he page: 253 only found her moved, her body curled up, and drawn close to the wall. He dared not disturb her. At last, after a long time, she turned.
"Bring me food," she said, "I want to eat. Two eggs, and toast, and meat—two large slices of toast, please."
Wondering, Gregory brought a tray with all that she had asked for.
"Sit me up, and put it close to me," she said; "I am going to eat it all." She tried to draw the things near her with her fingers, and re-arranged the plates. She cut the toast into long strips, broke open both eggs, put a tiny morsel of bread into her own mouth, and fed the dog.
"Is it twelve o'clock yet?" she said, fingering the meat; "I think I do not generally eat so early. Put it away, please, carefully,—no, do not take it away,—on the side table. When the clock strikes twelve I will eat it."page: 254
She lay down trembling. After a little while she said,
"Give me my clothes."
He looked at her.
"Yes; I am going to dress to-morrow. I should get up now, but it is rather late. Put them on that chair. My collars are in the little box, my boots behind the door."
Her eyes followed him intently as he collected the articles one by one, and placed them on the chair as she directed.
"Put it nearer," she said, "I cannot see it;" and she lay watching the clothes, with her hand under her cheek.
"Now open the shutter wide," she said; "I am going to read."
The old, old tone was again in the sweet voice.
He opened the shutter, and raised her up among the pillows.
"Now bring my books to me," she said, page: 255 motioning eagerly with her fingers; "the large book, and the reviews and the plays; I want them all."
He piled them round her on the bed; she drew them greedily closer, her eyes very bright, though her face was white.
"Now the big one off the drawers. No, you need not help me to hold my book," she said; "I can hold it for myself."
Gregory went back to his corner, and for a little time the restless turning of many leaves was to be heard.
"Will you open the window," she said, almost querulously, "and throw this book out? It is so utterly foolish. I thought it was a nice book; but the words are merely strung together, they make no sense. Yes—so!" she said with approval, seeing him fling it out into the street. "I must have been very foolish when I thought that book nice."page: 256
Then she turned to read, and leaned her little elbows resolutely on the great volume, and knit her brows. This was Shakespeare—it must mean something.
"I wish you would take a handkerchief and tie it tight round my head, it aches so."
He had not been long in his seat when he saw drops fall from beneath the hands that shaded the eyes, on to the page.
"I am not accustomed to so much light, it makes my head swim a little," she said. "Go out and close the shutter."
When he came back, she lay shrivelled up among the pillows. He heard no sound of weeping, but the shoulders shook.
When Gregory went to his sofa that night, she told him to wake her early, for she must be up before breakfast. Nevertheless, when morning came, she said it was a little cold, and lay all day watching her clothes upon the chair. Still page: 257 she sent for her oxen in the country; they would start on Monday.
In the afternoon she told him to open the window wide, and draw the bed near it.
It was a leaden afternoon, the dull rain-clouds rested close to the roofs of the houses, and the little street was silent and deserted. Now and then a gust of wind eddying round caught up the dried leaves, whirled them hither and thither under the trees, and dropped them again into the gutter; then all was quiet. She lay looking out. Presently the bell of the church began to toll, and up the village street came a long procession. They were carrying an old man to his last resting-place. She followed them with her eyes till they turned in among the trees at the gate.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"An old man," he answered, "a very old man; they say he was ninety-four; but his name I do not know."page: 258
She mused a while, looking out with fixed eyes.
"That is why the bell rang so cheerfully," she said. "When the old die it is well; they have had their time. It is when the young die that the bells weep drops of blood."
"But the old love life?" he said; for it was sweet to hear her speak.
She raised herself on her elbow.
"They love life, they do not want to die," she answered, "but what of that? They have had their time. They knew that a man's life is three-score years and ten; they should have made their plans accordingly! But the young," she said, "the young, cut down, cruelly, when they have not seen, when they have not known, when they have not found—it is for them that the bells weep blood. I heard in the ringing it was an old man. When the old die— Listen to the bell! it is laughing—'It is right, it is right; he page: 259 has had his time.' They cannot ring so for the young."
She fell back exhausted; the hot light died from her eyes, and she lay looking out into the street. By-and-bye stragglers from the funeral began to come back and disappear here and there among the houses; then all was quiet, and the night began to settle down upon the village street. When the room was quite dark, so that they could not see each other's faces, she said,
"It will rain to-night;" and moved restlessly on the pillows. "How terrible when the rain falls down on you drop by drop!"
He wondered what she meant. She moved again.
"Will you presently take my cloak—the new grey cloak from behind the door—and go with it. You will find a little grave at the foot of the tall blue gum-tree; the water drips off the long, pointed leaves; you must cover it up with that."page: 260
Gregory assented, and there was silence again. It was the first time she had ever spoken of her child.
"It was so small," she said; "it lived such a little while—only three hours. They laid it close by me, but I never saw it; I could feel it by me." She waited; "Its feet were so cold; I took them in my hand to make them warm, and my hand closed right over them they were so little." There was a tremor in the voice. "It crept close to me; it wanted to drink, it wanted to be warm." She moved her hand: "I did not love it; its father was not my prince; I did not care for it; but it was so little." Uneasily she moved upon her pillows. "They might have kissed it, one of them, before they put it in. It never did any one any harm in all its little life. They might have kissed it."
Gregory thought he felt rather than heard some one sobbing in the room.page: 261
Late on in the evening, when the shutter was closed and the lamp lighted, and the rain-drops beat on the roof, he took the cloak from behind the door and went away with it. On his way back he called at the village post-office and brought back a letter. In the hall he stood reading the address. How could he fail to know whose hand had written it? Had he not long ago studied those characters on the torn fragments of paper in the old parlour? A burning pain was at Gregory's heart. If now, now at the last, one should come, should step in between! He carried the letter into the bed-room and gave it to her. When she had read it, "Give me my desk," she said; "open it before me."
Then Gregory sat down in the lamp-light on the other side of the curtain, and heard the pencil move on the paper. When he looked round the curtain she was lying on the pillow with a flushed face, the hand writing quickly. page: 262 The open letter lay at her side; she glanced at it with soft eyes. The man with the languid eyelids must have been strangely moved before his hand set down those words:—"Let me come back to you! My darling, let me put my hand round you, and guard you from all the world. As my wife they shall never touch you. I have learnt to love you more wisely, more tenderly, than of old; you shall have perfect freedom. Lyndall, grand little woman, for your own sake be my wife!
"Why did you send that money back to me? You are cruel to me; it is not rightly done."
She rolled the little red pencil softly between her fingers, and her face grew very soft. Yet—
"It cannot be," she wrote; "I thank you much for the love you have shown me; but I cannot listen. You will call me mad, foolish—the world would do so; but I know what I need and the kind of path I must page: 263 walk in. I cannot marry you. I will always love you for the sake of what lay by me those three hours; we may be friends, but there it ends. I must know, see, suffer, taste of life; I cannot be bound to one whom I love as I love you. I am not afraid of the world—I will fight the world. One day—perhaps it may be far off—I shall find what I have wanted all my life; something nobler, stronger than I, before which I can kneel down. You lose nothing by not having me now; I am a weak, selfish, erring woman. One day I shall find something to worship, and then I shall be a nobler woman—"
"Nurse," she said; "take my desk away; I am suddenly so sleepy; I will write more to-morrow." She turned her face to the pillow; it was the sudden drowsiness of great weakness. She had dropped asleep in a moment, and Gregory moved the desk softly, and then sat in the chair watching. Hour after hour passed, but page: 264 he had no wish for rest, and sat on, hearing the rain cease, and the still night settle down everywhere. At a quarter-past twelve he rose, and took a last look at the bed where she lay sleeping so peacefully; then he turned to go to his couch. Before he had reached the door she had started up and was calling him back.
"You are sure you have put it up?" she said, with a look of blank terror at the window. "It will not fall open in the night, the shutter—you are sure?"
He comforted her. Yes, it was tightly fastened.
"Even if it is shut," she said, in a whisper, "you cannot keep it out! You feel it coming in at four o'clock, creeping, creeping, up, up; deadly cold!" She shuddered.
He thought she was wandering, and laid her little trembling body down among the blankets.
"I dreamed just now that it was not put up," she said, looking into his eyes; "and it crept right in and I was alone with it."page: 265
"What do you fear?" he asked tenderly.
"The Gray Dawn," she said, glancing round at the window. "I was never afraid of anything, never when I was a little child, but I have always been afraid of that. You will not let it come in to me?"
"No, no; I will stay with you," he continued.
But she was growing calmer. "No; you must go to bed. I only awoke with a start; you must be tired. I am childish, that is all;" but she shivered again.
He sat down beside her, after some time she said: "Will you not rub my feet?"
He knelt down at the foot of the bed and took the tiny foot in his hand; it was swollen and unsightly now, but as he touched it he bent down and covered it with kisses.
"It makes it better when you kiss it; thank you. What makes you all love me so?" Then dreamily she muttered to herself: "Not utterly page: 266 bad, not quite bad—what makes them all love me so?"
Rubbing, rubbing softly, with his cheek pressed against the little foot, Gregory dropped to sleep at last. How long he knelt there he could not tell, but when he started up awake she was not looking at him.
The eyes were fixed on the far corner, gazing wide and intent, with an unearthly light.
He looked round fearfully. What did she see there? God's angels come to call her? Something fearful? He saw only the purple curtain with the shadows that fell from it. Softly he whispered, asking what she saw there.
And she said: "I see the vision of a poor weak life, striving after good. It was not cut short, and in the end it learnt, through tears and much pain, that holiness is an infinite compassion for others; that greatness is to take the common things of life and walk grandly page: 267 among them; that happiness is a great love and much serving. It was not cut short; and it loved what it had learnt—it loved!"
Was that all she saw in the corner?
Gregory told the landlady the next morning that she had been wandering all night. Nevertheless, when he came in to give her her breakfast, she was sitting up against the pillows, looking as he had not seen her look before.
"Put it close to me," she said, "and when I have had breakfast I am going to dress."
She finished all he had brought her eagerly.
"I am sitting up quite by myself," she said. "Give me his meat;" and she fed the dog herself, cutting his food small for him. She moved to the side of the bed.
"Now bring the chair near and dress me. It is being in this room so long, and looking at that miserable little bit of sunshine that comes in through the shutter that is making me so ill. page: 268 Always that lion's paw!" she said, with a look of disgust at it. "Come, dress me." Gregory knelt on the floor before her, and tried to draw on one stocking, but the little swollen foot refused to be covered.
"It is very funny that I should have grown so fat since I have been so ill," she said, peering down curiously. "Perhaps it is want of exercise?" She looked troubled and said again, "Perhaps it is want of exercise?" She wanted Gregory to say so too. But he only found a larger pair; and then tried to force the shoes, oh, so tenderly! on to her little feet.
"There," she said, looking down at them when they were on, with the delight of a small child over its first shoes, "I could walk far now. How nice it looks!"
"No," she said, seeing the soft gown he had prepared for her, "I will not put that on. Get one of my white dresses—the one with the pink page: 269 bows. I do not even want to think I have been ill. It is thinking and thinking of things that makes them real," she said. "When you draw your mind together, and resolve that a thing shall not be, it gives way before you; it is not. Everything is possible if one is resolved," she said. She drew in her little lips together, and Gregory obeyed her; she was so small and slight now it was like dressing a small doll. He would have lifted her down from the bed when he had finished, but she pushed him from her, laughing very softly. It was the first time she had laughed in those long, dreary months.
"No, no; I can get down myself," she said, slipping cautiously on to the floor. "You see!" She cast a defiant glance of triumph when she stood there. "Hold the curtain up high, I want to look at myself."
He raised it, and stood holding it. She looked into the glass on the opposite wall. Such a page: 270 queenly little figure in its pink and white. Such a transparent little face, refined by suffering into an almost angel-like beauty. The face looked at her, she looked back, laughing softly. Doss, quivering with excitement, ran round her, barking. She took one step toward the door, balancing herself with outstretched hands.
"I am nearly there," she said.
Then she groped blindly.
"Oh, I cannot see! I cannot see! Where am I?" she cried.
When Gregory reached her she had fallen with her face against the sharp foot of the wardrobe and cut her forehead. Very tenderly he raised the little crushed heap of clothes and flesh, and laid it on the bed. Doss climbed up, and sat looking down at it. Very softly Gregory's hands disrobed her.
"You will be stronger to-morrow, and then we page: 271 shall try again," he said, but she neither looked at him nor stirred.
When he had undressed her, and laid her in bed, Doss stretched himself across her feet and lay, whining softly.
So she lay all that morning, and all that afternoon.
Again and again Gregory crept close to the bedside and looked at her; but she did not speak to him. Was it stupor or was it sleep that shone under those half-closed eyelids. Gregory could not tell.
At last in the evening he bent over her.
"The oxen have come," he said; "we can start to-morrow if you like. Shall I get the waggon ready?"
Twice he repeated his question. Then she looked up at him, and Gregory saw that all hope had died out of the beautiful eyes. It was not stupor that shone there, it was despair.
"Let us go," she said.page: 272
"It makes no difference," said the doctor; "staying or going; it is close now."
So the next day Gregory carried her out in his arms to the waggon which stood "inspanned" before the door. As he laid her down on the "kartel" she looked far out across the plain. For the first time she had spoken that day.
"That blue mountain," she said, "far away; let us stop when we get to it, not before." She closed her eyes again. He drew the sails down before and behind, and the waggon rolled away slowly.
Very silently the great waggon rolled along the grass-covered plain. The driver on the front box did not clap his whip or call to his oxen, and Gregory sat beside him with folded arms. Behind them, in the closed waggon, she lay with the dog at her feet, very quiet with folded hands. He, Gregory, dared not be in there. Like Hagar, when she laid her treasure down in the wilderness, page: 273 he sat afar off;—"For Hagar said, Let me not see the death of the child."
Evening came, and yet the blue mountain was not reached, and all the next day they rode on slowly, but still it was far off. Only at evening they reached it; not blue now, but low and brown, covered with long waving grasses and rough stones. They drew the waggon up close to its foot for the night. It was a sheltered, warm spot.
When the dark night had come, when the tired oxen were tied to the wheels, and the driver and leader had rolled themselves in their blankets before the fire, and gone to sleep, then Gregory fastened down the sails of the waggon securely; fixed a long candle near the head of the bed, and lay down himself on the floor of the waggon near the back. He leaned his head against the "kartel," and listened to the chewing of the tired oxen, and to the crackling of the fire, page: 274 till, overpowered by weariness he fell into a heavy sleep. Then all was very still in the waggon. The dog slept on his mistress's feet, and only two mosquitoes, creeping in through a gap in the front sail, buzzed drearily round.
The night was grown very old when from a long, peaceful sleep Lyndall awoke. The candle burnt at her head, the dog lay on her feet; but he shivered; it seemed as though his resting-place was growing cold. She lay with folded hands, looking upwards; and she heard the oxen chewing, and she saw the two mosquitoes buzzing drearily round and round, and her thoughts,—her thoughts ran far back into the past.
On her mind through those months of anguish a mist had rested; it was rolled together now, and the old clear intellect awoke from its long torpor. It looked back into the past; it saw the present; there was no future now. The old strong soul gathered itself page: 275 together for the last time; it knew where it stood.
Slowly raising herself on her elbow, she took from the sail a glass that hung pinned there. Her fingers were stiff and cold. She put the pillow on her breast, and stood the glass against it. Then the white face on the pillow looked into the white face in the glass. They had looked at each other often so before. It had been a child's face once, looking out above its blue pinafore; it had been a woman's face, with a dim shadow in the eyes, and a deep assurance. "We are not afraid, you and I; we will fight the world and conquer." Now to-night it had come to this. The dying eyes on the pillow looked into the dying eyes in the glass; they knew that their hour had come. She raised one hand and pressed the stiff fingers against the glass. They were growing very stiff. She tried to speak to it, but she would never speak again. Only, page: 276 the wonderful yearning light was in the eyes still. The body was dead now, but the soul, clear and unclouded, looked forth.
Then slowly, without a sound, the beautiful eyes closed. The dead face that the glass reflected was a thing of marvellous beauty and tranquillity. The Grey Dawn crept in over it and saw it lying there.
Had she found what she sought for—something to worship? Had she ceased from being? Who shall tell us? There is a veil of terrible mist over the face of the Hereafter.


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Liz Vilardi, wine goddess of Kendall Square's newly opened Belly Wine Bar — the latest branch in the Central Bottle and Blue Room family tree — is cracking up, her laughter echoing through the bar. "This is my favorite video of all time," she says, as comedian Andy Milonakis mocks highbrow wine-tasters. (One tasting note he offers after a few sips: "Matchbox cars.") "It makes me die every time I watch it."
"My approach to wine is to be really, really low-key, not snobby," she adds. After she compares the chardonnay grape to Dolly Parton — "It's got big hair, and it's blonde, and it's very curvy" — I believe her. As a result of her no-bullshit Texan approach, Belly's wine program is rapidly gaining kudos for its ballsy selections, including its prominent lineup of orange wine.
That's right: orange wine. A trippy category that sometimes hides in plain sight on menus, orange wines are produced when vintners allow white grapes more maceration time than usual — essentially treating white grapes like red ones. With the juice in contact with the grape skins for as long as seven months, the wines develop a hue and tannin level somewhere between the pale gold of a crisp sauvignon blanc and the deep red of a chewy zinfandel by the time they're stored in casks to age. They're wines that start like whites and end like reds, and they can leave you at a loss for words.
To get to know the sexy beasts on Belly's menu — which hail from the region of Italy near the Slovenian border — we spent an afternoon with Vilardi, sniffing, swirling, sipping, and spitting oranges, one by one.
Region: Emilia Romagna. Grapes: 25% ortugo, 25% malvasia, 25% marsanne, 25% mystery grape.
"Dinavolino [is an unsulfured wine, but] it smells like rotten eggs, in a funny way. It'll blow off, but it's just a funkiness that happens. This guy to me is the earthiest, and it's not putting out a huge nose. It doesn't want to give you a lot. Its tannins definitely come on fast. It's got lots of acidity, and it's very bright."
Region: Oslavia. Grapes: 80% chardonnay, 20% friulano.
"Super aromatic. This has a little bit of honey, and there is some apricot marmalade going on. Marmalade definitely comes up a lot with these guys. Orange peel, pith, it's all really prevalent. Tannins are way lower here, and they come in late."
Region: Oslavia. Grapes: 100% ribolla gialla.
"I really hate using the word 'sweet,' but it really does smell like what you would associate with apricots. It's very concentrated, viscous . . . you're thinking heavy, syrupy thoughts. The wine is the opposite of what you're expecting, which is what's so fun about it. It has almost no tannins. It's got some spice, but it's outrageously complex, and it doesn't give you any of that caramel or honey that you got on the nose. . . . I love this wine. Gravner is the man."
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This post has come about; after a conversation with fellow Collectors Weekly Member Blunderbuss2; see his original post where he talks about salvaging Bronze Cannon, and you will perhaps see the relevance of this post:
See COMMENTS .27 & .28 for context).
Several years ago; my brother, brother-in-law and myself (all members of the UK Military Vehicle Trust) took a flight to the Island of Jesey to tour the WW2 German fortifications they constructed during their occupation of the island. We have all been involved in Military Historical Research. My brother also in WW2 Aircraft recovery, and I have had some Cave Diving experience. I will not deal with Jerseys WW2 history in this post, as this is well covered out on the web, but deal with our search:
We knew that after the War, the Island of Jesey Authorities asked the liberating soldiers to blow up all the German Costal Defence gun tubes (not sure if they were afraid the Germans might return!), but anyway; the story went that: The liberating allied troops only had so much explosives with them. The major fortifications were not destroyed and can be toured to this day:
Photo .1: Shows just one of the Nazi Coastal Defence "Range Finder" Fire Control Towers still in good order. These were untouched!
Photo .2: Shows the effect the liberating soldiers had on the German gun tubes they managed to "blow up" with demolition charges. Scenes such as these are scattered all round the coast of Jersey.
However; as I said above; the Soldiers only had access to a finite supply of demolition explosives. They did not finish blowing up all the Guns emplaced around the island. There was a semi-mythical tale of best "Krupp Steel" naval artillery barrels "missing" up at the north end of the island. The story went that the soldiers came back to the Authorities and told them they had run out of explosives and couldn't finish the job. The authorities told them to go back and physically "man-handle" the gun tubes off of their mounts, carry them a specified (very long) distance, and heave them over the cliffs into the sea. It is said that the specified distance was exactly "2 Miles".
Over the intervening years military enthusiasts, and others, even divers had searched at the foot of cliffs two miles away from the empty emplacement missing the guns, to no avail.
Photo .3: We search all around the coast, looking down from the cliffs into the clear water, trying to locate the gun tubes, again to no avail. We checked out all the emplacements, paced off "2 Miles".....NOTHING!
We sat down at the main emplacement to have lunch and a beer, worn out from trudging up and down the north eastern coast of Jersey! I looked out to sea...and said to the others....if you were a "knackered" (worn out) "squaddie" (Ordinary British Soldier*) just exactly how far would you carry those heavy gun barrels? We all stood up, rushed to the nearby cliff edge, shouting "just right about here, right by the gun emplacement, absolutely no further!!!!!"....we looked down but nothing was there.....then it dawned on us that it was high tide.........
*Who, like any good idle grunt; takes the easiest, quickest route to successfully completing any given task!
Photo .4: Next day at LOW tide we returned (well my brother didn't as he had to fly home that day...shame!).....we carefully leaned out over the cliff (roped up)....and there they were!!!!!!!!....tucked up, right under the cliff!!!!!!
We are led to believe the gun barrels have since been recovered by such groups as the Jersey MVT and Channel Islands Occupation Society (Jersey) etc. restored and put on display.
If members wish, I can post further research photos we took during our visits and extensive explorations of the Channel Islands and their WW2 history.
More info and links at the very good Wikipedia article on Channel Islands during WW2:
Here's the link for my final post on the Jersey Guns:


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British drivers Alex Buncombe and Jann Mardenborough both made impressive Japanese track debuts on the opening day of the SUPER GT official test, held at Fuji Speedway on August 6 and 7.
Driving the NDDP Racing-entered Nissan GT-R Nismo GT3, the pair of Nismo Global Driver Exchange drivers was immediately on the pace, setting assertively-quick times within their first handful of laps behind the wheel of the GT300 machine.
Alongside the day's regular driver Kazuki Hoshino, the visitors both got repeat stints at the controls of the Nissan GT-R Nismo GT3, a machine similar in every way to the car they campaign in the Blancpain Endurance Series and FIA GT Series - except, of course, for its tires. When queried, each of the pilots commented on the difference in the car's behaviour on the highly developed Yokohama rubber found on the SUPER GT car.
The morning's dry but muggy conditions continued after lunch, eventually giving way to rain at the very end of the day's running.
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"For myself and Jann this is really a warm-up for the Fuji Sprint Cup in November. We're here basically to settle in to the car, the circuit and the team - and see how it goes from there. The car is the same as the one we drive in Europe, apart from the tires - and that makes a huge difference. The general feel of the tire is very, very good. A little better than what we're used to, actually. I'm really impressed with the way the whole program here is run to be honest; it's really professional."
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"Both drivers who participated in today's test got right down to work and really impressed, not only with their speed, but also their wholly professional attitudes. Already familiar with the Nissan GT-R Nismo GT3, each of them displayed remarkably high levels of performance, quickly adapting to the car and the conditions - qualities that are essential for any top-flight drivers, and the type we look forward to working with in the future. With the pace they both displayed, Team Director (Masahiro) Hasemi immediately gave them both passing grades on their rookie tests."


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It's been a while since my last diary entry, but really, there's been little worth mentioning until recently. With the exception of the time spent at OLS and moving homes, the time from early May until now has been a mundane routine of monotony.
Yosh and I moved from Fremont to Santa Clara to a nice 3-bedroom house, and my girlfriend, Doris moved in with us. She's hard at work on her first year of law school at Santa Clara U., about 4 blocks away from us. All is well at home... we split the $2650/month rent to 1000/1000/650... $650 for Doris, being the poor, hungry student.
What's not well is that Doris lost both of her grandparents on her dad's side in about 36 hours... her grandma died (she had parkinson's disease, and hasn't been healthy for years), and then as a result, her grandfather committed suicide (he lived for her). So on top of the stress Doris has as a first year law school student (by far the toughest year), she now has to deal with this huge loss. I'm just glad I can be there to comfort her. The dual-funeral will be this weekend in Los Angeles, and I'm taking Friday off to drive down Thursday night so Doris and her brother can join up with their families as early as possible.
I've also changed jobs... yesterday was my last day at Linuxcare, and today is my first day at SuSE (in their Oakland, CA office). It's quite a distance to drive, so I'll only be going into the office once or twice a week, and the work can be done from anywhere. My responsibilities include all things SPARC/Linux-related... which is my hobby in this whole Linux thing, so I'm looking forward to having a lot of fun. I know people are going to ask why I left Linuxcare... my answer is that I left for personal reasons, that I was more interested in the opportunity at SuSE, and so forth... I definitely wish Linuxcare the best of luck.
One thing though... I've gotten some skin rashes on my arms, and a mysterious bald spot on my chin. The more I think about it, the more is makes sense to me that these might be stress related. Besides some work stuff (that I can't openly talk about), I was also doing a stressful job hunt, trying to find the right place to go. One place in particular was really bad at getting back to me on things, and kept me waiting for over 2 months in total while they figured out what was going on (while not telling me).
That's basically it for now... oh yeah... and whoever posted my resume to a zillion job/resume sites, I'd like to send a big "fuck you". Actually, if your intentions were good, then that's cool... but I prefer to take care of that kind of stuff for myself. As a result (and because of the cool new job that I figure I could be sticking with long-term), I've taken my resume off my website...