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f the children outside grew more and more dreamy； came now far； now near； then she did not hear them； but she felt under her heart where the ninth child lay。 Bent forward and sleeping there； with the bees flying about her head； she had a weird brain…picture； she thought the bees lengthened and lengthened themselves out and became human creatures and moved round and round her。 Then one came to her softly； saying； 〃Let me lay my hand upon thy side where the child sleeps。 If I shall touch him he shall be as I。〃
She asked； 〃Who are you？〃
And he said； 〃I am Health。 Whom I touch will have always the red blood dancing in his veins； he will not know weariness nor pain； life will be a long laugh to him。〃
〃No；〃 said another； 〃let me touch； for I am Wealth。 If I touch him material care shall not feed on him。 He shall live on the blood and sinews of his fellow…men； if he will； and what his eye lusts for； his hand will have。 He shall not know 'I want。'〃 And the child lay still like lead。
And another said； 〃Let me touch him： I am Fame。 The man I touch； I lead to a high hill where all men may see him。 When he dies he is not forgotten； his name rings down the centuries； each echoes it on to his fellows。 Thinknot to be forgotten through the ages！〃
And the mother lay breathing steadily； but in the brain…picture they pressed closer to her。
〃Let me touch the child；〃 said one； 〃for I am Love。 If I touch him he shall not walk through life alone。 In the greatest dark； when he puts out his hand he shall find another hand by it。 When the world is against him； another shall say； 'You and I。'〃 And the child trembled。
But another pressed close and said； 〃Let me touch； for I am Talent。 I can do all thingsthat have been done before。 I touch the soldier； the statesman； the thinker； and the politician who succeed； and the writer who is never before his time； and never behind it。 If I touch the child he shall not weep for failure。〃
About the mother's head the bees were flying； touching her with their long tapering limbs； and； in her brain…picture； out of the shadow of the room came one with sallow face； deep…lined； the cheeks drawn into hollows； and a mouth smiling quiveringly。 He stretched out his hand。 And the mother drew back； and cried； 〃Who are you？〃 He answered nothing； and she looked up between his eyelids。 And she said； 〃What can you give the childhealth？〃 And he said； 〃The man I touch； there wakes up in his blood a burning fever； that shall lick his blood as fire。 The fever that I will give him shall be cured when his life is cured。〃
〃You give wealth？〃
He shook his head。 〃The man whom I touch； when he bends to pick up gold； he sees suddenly a light over his head in the sky； while he looks up to see it； the gold slips from between his fingers； or sometimes another passing takes it from them。〃
〃Fame？〃
He answered； 〃likely not。 For the man I touch there is a path traced out in the sand by a finger which no man sees。 That he must follow。 Sometimes it leads almost to the top； and then turns down suddenly into the valley。 He must follow it； though none else sees the tracing。〃
〃Love？〃
He said； 〃He shall hunger for itbut he shall not find it。 When he stretches out his arms to it； and would lay his heart against a thing he loves； then； far off along the horizon he shall see a light play。 He must go towards it。 The thing he loves will not journey with him； he must travel alone。 When he presses somewhat to his burning heart； crying； 'Mine； mine； my own！' he shall hear a voice'Renounce！ renounce！ this is not thine！'〃
〃He shall succeed？〃
He said； 〃He shall fail。 When he runs with others they shall reach the goal before him。 For strange voices shall call to him and strange lights shall beckon him； and he must wait and listen。 And this shall be the strangest： far off across the burning sands where； to other men； there is only the desert's waste； he shall see a blue sea！ On that sea the sun shines always； and the water is blue as burning amethyst； and the foam is white on the shore。 A great land rises from it； and he shall see upon the mountain…tops burning gold。〃
The mother said； 〃He shall reach it？〃
And he smiled curiously。
She said； 〃It is real？〃
And he said； 〃What IS real？〃
And she looked up between his half…closed eyelids； and said； 〃Touch。〃
And he leaned forward and laid his hand upon the sleeper； and whispered to it； smiling； and this only she heard〃This shall be thy rewardthat the ideal shall be real to thee。〃
And the child trembled； but the mother slept on heavily and her brain… picture vanished。 But deep within her the antenatal thing that lay here had a dream。 In those eyes that had never seen the day； in that half… shaped brain was a sensation of light！ Lightthat it never had seen。 Lightthat perhaps it never should see。 Lightthat existed somewhere！
And already it had its reward： the Ideal was real to it。
London。
VII。 IN A RUINED CHAPEL。
〃I cannot forgiveI love。〃
There are four bare walls； there is a Christ upon the walls； in red； carrying his cross； there is a Blessed Bambino with the face rubbed out； there is Madonna in blue and red； there are Roman soldiers and a Christ with tied hands。 All the roof is gone； overhead is the blue； blue Italian sky； the rain has beaten holes in the walls； and the plaster is peeling from it。 The chapel stands here alone upon the promontory； and by day and by night the sea breaks at its feet。 Some say that it was set here by the monks from the island down below； that they might bring their sick here in times of deadly plague。 Some say that it was set here that the passing monks and friars； as they hurried by upon the roadway； might stop and say their prayers here。 Now no one stops to pray here； and the sick come no more to be healed。
Behind it runs the old Roman road。 If you climb it and come and sit there alone on a hot sunny day you may almost hear at last the clink of the Roman soldiers upon the pavement； and the sound of that older time； as you sit there in the sun； when Hannibal and his men broke through the brushwood； and no road was。
Now it is very quiet。 Sometimes a peasant girl comes riding by between her panniers； and you hear the mule's feet beat upon the bricks of the pavement； sometimes an old woman goes past with a bundle of weeds upon her head； or a brigand…looking man hurries by with a bundle of sticks in his hand； but for the rest the Chapel lies here alone upon the promontory； between the two bays and hears the sea break at its feet。
I came here one winter's day when the midday sun shone hot on the bricks of the Roman road。 I was weary； and the way seemed steep。 I walked into the chapel to the broken window； and looked out across the bay。 Far off； across the blue； blue water； were towns and villages； hanging white and red dots； upon the mountain…sides； and the blue mountains rose up into the sky； and now stood out from it and now melted back again。
The mountains seemed calling to me； but I knew there would never be a bridge built from them to me； never； never； never！ I shaded my eyes with my hand and turned away。 I could not bear to look at them。
I walked through the ruined Chapel； and looked at the Christ in red carrying his cross； and the Blessed rubbed…out Bambino； and the Roman soldiers； and the folded hands； and the reed； and I went and sat down in the open porch upon a stone。 At my feet was the small bay； with its white row of houses buried among the olive trees； the water broke in a long； thin； white line of foam along the shore； and I leaned my elbows on my knees。 I was tired； very tired； tired with a tiredness that seemed older than the heat of the day and the shining of the sun on the bricks of the Roman road； and I lay my head upon my knees； I heard the breaking of the water on the rocks three hundred feet below； and the rustling of the wind among the olive trees and the ruined arches； and then I fell asleep there。 I had a dream。
A man cried up to God； and God sent down an angel to help him； and the angel came back and said； 〃I cannot help that man。〃
God said； 〃How is it with him？〃
And the angel said； 〃He cries out continually that one has injured him； and he would forgive him and he cannot。〃
God said； 〃What have you done for him？〃
The angel said； 〃All。 I took him by the hand； and I said； 'See； when other men speak ill of that man do you speak well of him； secretly； in ways he shall not know； serve him； if you have anything you value share it with him； so； serving him； you will at last come to feel possession in him； and you will forgive。' And he said； 'I will do it。' Afterwards； as I passed by in the dark of night； I heard one crying out； 'I have done all。 It helps nothing！ My speaking well of him helps me nothing！ If I share my heart's blood with him； is the burning within me less？ I cannot forgive； I cannot forgive！ Oh； God； I cannot forgive！'
〃I said to him； 'See here； look back on all your past。 See from your childhood all smallness； all indirectness that has been yours； look well at it； and in its light do you not see every man your brother？ Are you so sinless you have right to hate？'
〃He looked； and said； 'Y