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Page 35
A pale girl with handsome features, careless expression, and somewhat
disordered hair, leant out of a low window, her loose dress falling
partly open from her bosom as she did so.
"Where are you going, my love?" inquired she, with a professionally
attractive smile. "Aren't you going to give me a lock of that sweet
yellow hair?--there's a duck!"
It so happened that Helwyse had never before been openly accosted by a
member of this class of the community. Was this infringement of the
rule the result of his own fall, or of the girl's exceptional
effrontery? He had an indignant glance ready poised, but forbore to
hurl it! The worst crime of the young woman was that she disposed of
herself at a rate of remuneration exactly corresponding to the value
of the commodity; whereas he, less economical and orderly, had
mortgaged his own soul by disposing of some one else's body, and was,
if anything, out of pocket by the transaction! Undoubtedly the young
woman had the best of it; very likely, had she been aware of the
circumstances, she would not have deigned him so much as a smile. He
therefore neither yielded to her solicitations nor rebuked them, but
passed on. The adventure rectified his fraternizing impulse. Albeit
standing accountant for so great a sin, the mire was as yet alien to
him.
But there was pertinence in the young woman's question; where was he
going, indeed? Since the catastrophe on board the steamer, he had
forgotten Doctor Glyphic. He felt small inclination to meet his
relative now; but certain considerations of personal interest no
longer wore the same color as yesterday. Robbed of his self-respect,
he could ill afford to surrender worldly wealth into the bargain. On
the other hand, to palm himself off on his uncle for a true man was
adding hypocrisy to his other crime.
Such an objection, however, could hardly have turned the scale. Great
crimes are magnets of smaller ones. It was necessary for Helwyse to
alter the whole scheme of his life-voyage; and since he had failed in
beating up against the wind, why not make all sail before it?
Meanwhile, it was easier to call on Doctor Glyphic than to devise a
new course of action; and thus, had matters been allowed to take their
natural turn, mere inertia might have brought about their meeting.
But the irony of events turns our sternest resolves to ridicule. On
the next street-corner was a hair-dresser's shop, its genial little
proprietor, plump and smug, rubbing his hands and smiling in the
doorway. Beholding the commanding figure of the yellow-bearded young
aristocrat, afar off, his professional mouth watered over him. What a
harvest for shears and razor was here! Dare he hope that to him would
be intrusted the glorious task of reaping it?
As Helwyse gained the corner, his weary eyes took in the smiling
hair-dresser, the little room beyond cheerful with sunshine and
colored paper-hangings, and the padded chair for customers to recline
in. Here might he rest awhile, and rise up a new man,--a stranger to
himself and to all who had known him. It was fitting that the inward
change should take effect without; not to mention that the wearing of
so conspicuous a mane was as unsafe as it was unsuitable.
He entered the shop, therefore,--the proprietor backing and bowing
before him,--and sat down with a sigh in the padded chair. Immediately
he was enveloped in a light linen robe, a towel was tucked in round
his neck by deft caressing fingers, the soothing murmur of a voice was
in his ear, and presently sounded the click-click of shears. The
descendant of the Vikings closed his eyes and felt comfortable.
The peculiar color and luxuriance of Balder's hair and beard were
marked attributes of the Helwyse line. In these days of ponderous
genealogies, who would be surprised to learn that the family sprang
from that Balder, surnamed the Beautiful, who was the sun-god of
Scandinavian mythology? Certain of his distinctive characteristics,
both physical and mental, would appear to have been perpetuated with
marvellous distinctness throughout the descent; above all, the golden
locks, the blue eyes, and the sunny disposition.
For the rest, so far as sober history can trace them back, they seem
to have been a noble and adventurous race of men, loving the sea, but
often taking a high part in the political affairs of the nation. The
sons were uniformly fair, but the daughters dark,--owing, it was said,
to the first mother of the line having been a dark-eyed woman. But the
advent of a dark-eyed heir had been foretold from the earliest times,
not without ominous (albeit obscure) hints as to the part he would
play in the family history. The precise wording of none of these old
prophecies has come down to us; but they seem in general to have
intimated that the dark-eyed Helwyse would bring the race to a ruinous
and disgraceful end, saving on the accomplishment of conditions too
improbable to deserve recording. The dead must return to life, the
living forsake their identity, love unite the blood of the victim to
that of the destroyer,--and other yet stranger things must happen
before the danger could be averted.
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