Part 7 (1/2)
”Would you surely know him if you met him?” I asked.
”a.s.suredly,” he replied; ”and if you bring tidings of his whereabouts, as your bearing indicates, speak, that I may rid myself of suspicion and suspense.”
Calling the jailer by name, I asked him if my countenance did not remind him of the man he wished to find.
”Not at all.”
”Listen, does not my voice resemble that of your escaped prisoner?”
”Not in the least.”
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”I AM THE MAN YOU SEEK.”]
With a violent effort I drew my form as straight as possible, and stood upright before him, with every facial muscle strained to its utmost, in a vain endeavor to bring my wrinkled countenance to its former smoothness, and with the energy that a drowning man might exert to grasp a pa.s.sing object, I tried to control my voice, and preserve my ident.i.ty by so doing, vehemently imploring him, begging him to listen to my story. ”I am the man you seek; I am the prisoner who, a few days ago, stood in the prime of life before you. I have been spirited away from you by men who are leagued with occult forces, which extend forward among hidden mysteries, into forces which illuminate the present, and reach backward into the past unseen. These persons, by artful and d.a.m.nable manipulations under the guidance of a power that has been evolved in the secrecy of past ages, and transmitted only to a favored few, have changed the strong man you knew into the one apparently feeble, who now confronts you. Only a short period has pa.s.sed since I was your unwilling captive, charged with debt, a trifling sum; and then, as your sullen prisoner, I longed for freedom. Now I plead before you, with all my soul, I beg of you to take me back to my cell. Seal your doors, and hold me again, for your dungeon will now be to me a paradise.”
I felt that I was becoming frantic, for with each word I realized that the jailer became more and more impatient and annoyed. I perceived that he believed me to be a lunatic. Pleadings and entreaties were of no avail, and my eagerness rapidly changed into despair until at last I cried: ”If you will not believe my words, I will throw myself on the mercy of my young companion. I ask you to consider his testimony, and if he says that I am not what I a.s.sert myself to be, I will leave my home and country, and go with him quietly into the unknown future.”
He turned to depart, but I threw myself before him, and beckoned the young man who, up to this time, had stood aloof in respectful silence.
He came forward, and addressing the jailer, called him by name, and corroborated my story. Yes, strange as it sounded to me, he reiterated the substance of my narrative as I had repeated it. ”Now, you will believe it,” I cried in ecstacy; ”now you need no longer question the facts that I have related.”
Instead, however, of accepting the story of the witness, the jailer upbraided him.
”This is a preconcerted arrangement to get me into ridicule or further trouble. You two have made up an incredible story that on its face is fit only to be told to men as crazy or designing as yourselves. This young man did not even overhear your conversation with me, and yet he repeats his lesson without a question from me as to what I wish to learn of him.”
”He can see our minds,” I cried in despair.
”Crazier than I should have believed from your countenance,” the jailer replied. ”Of all the improbable stories imaginable, you have attempted to inveigle me into accepting that which is most unreasonable. If you are leagued together intent on some swindling scheme, I give you warning now that I am in no mood for trifling. Go your way, and trouble me no more with this foolish scheming, which villainy or lunacy of some description must underlie.” He turned in anger and left us.
”It is as I predicted,” said my companion; ”you are lost to man. Those who know you best will turn from you soonest. I might become as wild as you are, in your interest, and only serve to make your story appear more extravagant. In human affairs men judge and act according to the limited knowledge at command of the mult.i.tude. Witnesses who tell the truth are often, in our courts of law, stunned, as you have been, by the decisions of a narrow-minded jury. Men sit on juries with little conception of the facts of the case that is brought before them; the men who manipulate them are mere tools in unseen hands that throw their several minds in antagonisms unexplainable to man. The judge is unconsciously often a tool of his own errors or those of others. One learned judge unties what another has fastened, each basing his views on the same testimony, each rendering his decision in accordance with law derived from the same authority. Your case is that condition of mind that men call lunacy. You can see much that is hidden from others because you have become acquainted with facts that their narrow education forbids them to accept, but, because the majority is against you, they consider you mentally unbalanced. The philosophy of men does not yet comprehend the conditions that have operated on your person, and as you stand alone, although in the right, all men will oppose you, and you must submit to the views of a misguided majority. In the eyes of a present generation you are crazy. A jury of your former peers could not do else than so adjudge you, for you are not on the same mental plane, and I ask, will you again attempt to accomplish that which is as impossible as it would be for you to drink the waters of Seneca Lake at one draught? Go to those men and propose to drain that lake at one gulp, and you will be listened to as seriously as when you beg your former comrades to believe that you are another person than what you seem. Only lengthened life is credited with the production of physical changes that under favorable conditions, are possible of accomplishment in a brief period, and such testimony as you could bring, in the present state of human knowledge, would only add to the proof of your lunacy.”
”I see, I see,” I said; ”and I submit. Lead on, I am ready. Whatever my destined career may be, wherever it may be, it can only lead to the grave.”
”Do not be so sure of that,” was the reply.
I shuddered instinctively, for this answer seemed to imply that the stillness of the grave would be preferable to my destiny.
We got into the wagon again, and a deep silence followed as we rode along, gazing abstractedly on the quiet fields and lonely farm-houses.
Finally we reached a little village. Here my companion dismissed the farmer, our driver, paying him liberally, and secured lodgings in a private family (I believe we were expected), and after a hearty supper we retired. From the time we left the jailer I never again attempted to reveal my ident.i.ty. I had lost my interest in the past, and found myself craving to know what the future had in store for me.
CHAPTER X.
MY JOURNEY TOWARDS THE END OF EARTH BEGINS.--THE ADEPTS'
BROTHERHOOD.
My companion did not attempt to watch over my motions or in any way to interfere with my freedom.
”I will for a time necessarily be absent,” he said, ”arranging for our journey, and while I am getting ready you must employ yourself as best you can. I ask you, however, now to swear that, as you have promised, you will not seek your wife and children.”