DR. GREATREX'S ENGAGEMENT.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIII, Issue 1935, 29 November 1884, Page 1 (Supplement)

DR. GREATREX'S ENGAGEMENT.

Everybody knows by name a^ least the celebrated Dr. G-reatrex, the discoverer of that abstruse molecular theory of the interrelations of iorces and energies. He is a comparatively young man still, as times go, for a person of such scientific distinction, for he is now barely forty ; but to look at his tall, spare, earnest figure, and his clear-cut, delicate, intellectual face, you would scarcely imagine that he had once been the hero of a singularly strange and romantic story. Yet there have been few lives more romantic than Arthur Greatrex's, and few histories stranger in their ■way than this of his engagement. After all, why should not a scientific light have a romance of hia own, as well as other people ? Fifteen years ago Arthur Greatrex, then a young Cambridge fellow, had just come up to begin his medical studies at a London hospital. He was tall in those days, of course, but not nearly so slender or so pale as now ; for he had rowed seven in his college boat, and was a fine, athletic young man of the true English university pattern. Handsome, too, then and always, but with a more human-looking and ordinary handsomeness when he was young than in these latter times of his scientific eminence. Indeed, anyone who met Arthur Greatrex at that time would merely have noticed him as a fine, intelligent young English gentleman, with a marked taste for manly sports, and a deoided opinion of his own about most passing matters of public interest. Already, even in those days, the young medical student was very deeply engaged in recondite speculations on the question of energy. Hia active mind, always dwelling upon wide points of cosmical significance, had hit upon the germ of that great revolutionary idea which was afterwards to change the whole course of modern physics. But, as often happens with young men of twentyfive, there was another subjeot which divided his attention with the grand theory of his life : and that subjeot was the pretty daughter of his friend and instructor, Dr. Abury, the eminent authority on the treatment of the insane. In all London you couldn't have found a sweeter or prettier girl than Hetty Abury. Young Greatrex thought her clever, too ; and, though that is perhaps saying rather too much, she vas certainly a good deal above the average of ordinary London girls in intellect and accomplishments. " They say, Arthur," she said to him on the day after their formal engagement, " that the course of true love never did run smooth ; and yet it seems somehow as if ours was wonderfully smoothed over for ua by everybody and everything. lam the happiest and proudest girl in all the world to have won the love of such a man as you for my future husI band." Arthur Greatrex stroked the back of her white little hand with his, and answered gently, *• I hope nothing will ever arise to make the course of our love run any the rougher ; for certainly we do seem to have every happiness laid out most temptingly before us. It almost feels to me as if my paradise had been too easily won, and I ought to have something harder to do before I enter it." " Don't say that, Arthur," Hetty put in hastily. "It sounds too much like an evil omen." - "You superstitious little- woman!" the young doctor replied, with a smile. ' Talking to a scientific man about signs and portents i" And he kisaedher wee hand tenderly, and went home to his bachelor .lodging with that strange exhilaration in heart and step which , only the ecstasy of first, love can' ever, bring one. x - rl ',' - I V r '' v '•" - )s' ,7 'to' hunpelf , asjuhe sat /db\pi'in r his^ own easy chair, »hd lighted bis fbigar,\r^l?don't-I)selieye<any olbud oari 6ver

arise between me and Hetty. We have cv. rything in our favor — means to live on, lovt fur one another, a mutual respect, kind relations, and hearts that were meant by nature each for the other. Hetty ia certainly the very sweetest little girl that ever lived ; and she's as good as she's sweet, and as loving as she's beautiful. What a dreadful thing it is for a man in love to have to read up medicine for his next examination 1 " And he took a medical book down from the shelf with a sigh, and pretended to be deeply interested ia the diagnosis of scarlet fever till his cigar ■was finished. But, if the truth must be told, the words really swam before him, and all the letters on the page apparently conspired together to make up but a single name a thousand times over — Hetty, Hetty, Hetty, Hetty. At last he laid the volume down as hopeless, and turned dreamily into his bedroom, only to lie awake half the night and think perpetually on that one theme of Hetty. Next day was Dr. Abury's weekly lecture on diseases of the brain and nervous system ; and Arthur Greatrex, convinced that he really must make an effort, went to hear it. The subject was one that always interested him ; and partly by dint of mental attention, partly out of sheer desire to master the matter, he | managed to hear it through, and even take in the greater part of its import. As he left the room to go down the hospital stairs, he had his mind fairly distracted between the premonitory systems of insanity, and Hetty Abury. " Was there ever such an unfortunate profession as medicine for a man in love?" he asked himsell, half angrily. " Why didn't I go and be a parson or a barrister, or anything else that would have kept me from mixing up such incongruous associations? And yet, when one comes to think of it, too, there's no particular natural connection after all between 1 Ohitty on Contract,' and dearest Hetty." Musing thus, he turned to walk down the great central staircase of the hospital. As he did so, his attention -was attracted for a moment by a singular person who was descending the opposite stair towards the same landing. This person was tall and not ill-looking ; but, as he came down the steps, he kept pursing up his mouth and cheeks into the most extraordinary and hideous grimaces ; in fact, he was obviously making insulting faces at Arthur Greatrex. Arthur was so much pre-occupied at the moment, however, that he hardly had time to notice the eccentric stranger ; and, as he took him for one of the harmless lunatio patients in the mentaldiseases ward, he would have passed on without further observing the man but for an odd circumstance which occurred as they both reached the great central landing together. Arthur happened to drop the book he was carrying from under his arm, and instinctively stooped to pick it up. At the same moment the grimacing stranger dropped his own book also, not in imitation, but by an obvious coincidence, and stooped to pick it up with the self-same gesture. Struck by an oddity of the situation, Arthur turned to look at the curious patient. To his utter horror and surprise, he discovered that the man he had been observing was his own reflection. In one second the real state of the case flashed like lightning across his bewildered brain. There was no opposite staircase, as he knew very well, for he had been down those steps a hundred times before : nothing but a big mirror, which reflected and doubled the one-sided flight from top to bottom. It was only his momentary pre-occupation which had made him. for a minute fall into the obvious delusion. The man whom he saw descending towards him was really himself, Arthur Greatrex. Even so, he did not at once grasp the full strangeness of the scene he had just witnessed. It was only as he turned to descend again that he caught another glimpse of himself in the big mirror, and saw that he was still making the most horrible and ghastliest grimaces — grimaces such as he had never seen equalled save by the monkeys at the Zoo, and (horridest thought of all!) by the worst patients in the mental-disease ward. He pulled himself up in speechless horror, and looked once more into the big mirror. Yes, there was positively no mistaking the fact ; it was he, Arthur Greatrex, fellow of Catherine's, who was making these hideous and meaningless distortions of his own countenance. With a terrible effort of will, he pulled his face quite straight again, and assumed his usual grave and quiet demeanor. For a full minute he stood looking at himself in the glass; and then, fearful that someone else would come and surprise him, he hurried down the remaining steps, and rushed out into the streets of London. Which way he turned he did not know or care ; all he knew was that he was repressing by sheer force of muscular strain a deadly impulse to pucker up his mouth and draw down the corners of hia lips into one-sided grimaces. As he passed down the streets, he watched his own image faintly reflected in the panes of the windows, and saw that he was maintaining outward decorum, but only with a conscious and evident struggle. At one doorstep a little child was playing with a kitten ; Arthur Greatrex, who was a naturally kindly man, looked down at her and smiled, in spite of his pre-occupa-tion; instead of smiling back, the child uttered a scream of terror, and rushed back into the house to hide her face in her mother's apron. He felt instinctively that, in place of smiling, he had looked at the child with one of his awful faces. It was horrible, unendurable, and he walked on through the streets and across the bridges, pulling himself together all the time, till at last, half-uncon-sciously, he found himself near Pimlico, where the Aburys were then living. Looking around him, he saw that he had come nearly to the corner where Hetty's little drawing-room faced the road. The accustomed place seemed to draw him off for a moment from thinking of himself, and he remembered that he had promised Hetty to come in for luncheon. But dare he go in such a state of mind and body as he then found himself in ? Well, Hetty would be expecting him ; Hetty would be disappointed if he didn't come ; he certainly mustn't break his engagement with dear little Hetty. After all, he began to say to himself, what was it but a mere twitching of his face, probably a slight nervous affection ? Young doctors are always nervous about themselves, they say; they find all their own symptoms accurately described in all the text-books. His face wasn't twitching now, of that he was certain the nearer he got to Hetty's the calmer he? grew, and the more he was conscious he could relax his attention without finding his muscles were playing tricks upon him. He would turn in and have luncheon, and soon forget all about it. Hetty saw him coming, and ran lightly to open the door for him, and as he took his seat beside her at the table, he forgot straightway his whole trouble, and found himself at once in paradise once more. All through lunch they talked about other things — happy plans for the future, and the small prettinesses j that lovers find so perennially delightful ; and long before Arthur went away the twitching in his face had altogether ceased to trouble him. Onoe or twice, indeed, in the course of the afternoon he happened to glance casually at the looking-glass above the* drawing-room fireplace (those were the pre-Morrisian days when overmantels 1 as yet were not), and he saw to his great comfort that his face was resting in its usual handsome repose and peaoefolness. A bright; earnest, strong face, it-was, with all the promise o! greatness already in it; und so •Hetty^thought as she looked up at it from 1 <*>* •fJr^-jy v,' '" -:%■ :" -~t, v-,i, j -- v ■ „

the low footstool where sho sat by^hia side, and half whispered into his ear the little timid confidences of early betrothal. Eive o'clock tea came all too soon, f and then Arthur felt he must really be going and must get home to do a little reading. On bis way, he fancied once he saw a street boy start in evident surprise aa he approached him, but it might be fancy ; and when the street . boy stuck his tongue into the corner of his cheek and uttered derisive shouts from a safe distance, Arthur concluded he was only doing after the manner of his kind out of pure gratuitous insolence. He went home to his lodgings and sat down to an hour's work ; but after he had read up several more pages of " Stuckey on Gout," he laid down the book in disgust, and took out Helmholtz and Joule instead, indulging himself with a desultory reading in his favorite study of the higher physios. As he read and read the theory of correlation, the great idea as to the real nature of energy, which had escaped all these learned physicists, and which was then slowly forming itself in his own mind, grew gradually dearer and clearer still before his mental vision. Helmholtz was wrong here, because he nad not thoroughly appreciated the disjunotive nature of electric energy ; Joule waa wrong there, because he had failed to" understand the real antithesis between potential and kinetic. He laid down the books, paced up and down the room thoughtfully, and beheld the whole concrete theory of interrelation embodying itself visibly before his eyes. At last he grew fired with the stupendous grandeur of his own conception, seized a quire of foolscap, and sat down eagerly at the table to give written form to the splendid phantom that was floating before him in ao distinct a fashion. He would make a great name, for Hetty's sake ; and, when he had |made it, his dearest reward would be to know that Hetty I was proud of him. Hour after iiour he sat and wrote, as if inspired, at his little table. The landlady knocked at the door to tell him dinner waa ready, but he would have none of it, he said ; let her bring him up a good cup of strong tea and a few plain biscuits. So he wrote and wrote in feverish haste, drinking cup after cup , of tea, and turning off page after page of foolscap, till long past midnight. The whole theory had come up so distinctly before his mind's eye, under the exceptional exaltation of first love, and the powerful stimulus of the day's excitement, that he wrote it off as though he had it by heart ; omitting only the mathematical calculations, which he left blank, not because he he had not got them clearly in his head, but because he would not stop his flying pen to copy them all out then and there at full length, for fear of losing the main thread of his argument. When he had finished, about forty sheets of foolscap lay huddled together on the table before him, written in a hasty hand, and scarcely legible; but they contained the first rough draft and central principle of that immortal work, the " Transcendental Dynamios." Arthur Greatrex rose from the table, where his grand discovery was first formulated, well satisfied with himself and his theory, and fully determined to submit it shortly to the critical judgment of the Eoyal Society. As he took up his bedroom candle, however, he went over to the mantelpiece to kiss Hetty's photograph, as he always did (for even men of science are human) every evening before retiring. He lifted the portrait reverently to his lips, and was just about to kiss it, when suddenly in the mirror before him he saw the same horrible mocking face which had greeted him so unexpectedly that morning on the hospital staircase. It was a face of inhuman devilry; the face of a mediroval demon, a hideous, grinning, distorted ghoul, a very caricature and insult upon the features of humanity. In his dismay he dropped the frame and the photograph, shivering the glass that covered it into a thousand atoms. Summoning up all his resolution, he looked again. Yes, there was no mistaking it: a face was gibing and jeering at him from the mirror with diabolical ingenuity of distorted hideousness ; a disgusting face which even the direct evidence of his senses would scarcely permit him to believe was really the reflection of his own features. It was overpowering, it was awful, it was wholly incredible ; and, utterly unmanned by the sight, he sank back into his easy chair and buried his face bitterly between the shelter ot his trembling hands. At that moment Arthur Greatrex felt sure he knew the real meaning of the horror that surrounded him. He was going mad. For ten minutes or more he sat there motionless, hot tears boiling up from his eyes and falling silently between ins lingers. Then at last he rose nervously from his seat, and reached down a volume from the shelf behind him. It was Prang's '• Treatise on the Pnysiology of the Brain." He turned it over hurriedly for a few pages, till he came to the passage he was looking for. "Ah, I thought so," he said to himself, half aloud : " Premonitory symptoms : facial distortions ; infirmity ef the will ; inability to distinguish muscular movements. Let's see what Prang has to say about it. " A not uncommon concomitant of these early stages" — Great heavens, how calmly the man talks about losing your reason 1—"1 — " is an unconscious or semi-conscious tendency to produce a series of extraordinary facial dis tortions. At times, the sufferer is not aware of the movements thus initiated; at other times they are quite voluntary, and are accompanied by bodily gestures of contempt or derision for passing strangers." Why, that's what must have happened with that boy this morning ! " Symptoms of this oharaoter usually result from excessive activity of the brain, and are most frequent among mathematicians or fccholars who have over-worked their intellectual faculties. They may be regarded »s the immediate precursors of acute dementia." Acute dementia I Oh, Hetty I Oh, heavens I What have I done to deserve such a blow as this ? He laid his face between his hands once more, and sobbed like a broken-hearted child for a few minutes. Then he turned accidentally towards his tumbled manuscript. II No, no," he said to himself reassuringly ; "I can't be going mad. My brain waa never clearer in my life. I couldn't have done a piece of good work like that, bristling with equations and figures and formulae, if my bead was really giving way. I seemed to grasp the subject as I never grasped it in my life before. I never worked so well at Cambridge; this is a discovery, a genuine discovery. It's impossible that a man who was going mad could ever see anything so visibly and distinctly as I see that universal principle. Let's look again at what Frang has to say upon that subject." (To be continued.')