DOI article:
Egerton, George: The captain's book
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By George Egerton 105
the instincts of the fighting man, lulled to slumber by centuries of
peace, made him pause again. Visions of foreign lands, gallant
deeds for country and for fame, adventures by sea and shore that
would serve for the pages of the marvellous book, decided him
to abandon his true mistress and follow the jade of war.
It became so closely interwoven with the fibres of his being
that often it was hard to distinguish the existing from the
imagined, and every fact of life borrowed a colour from its
inscribing therein ; thus it came to pass, not seldom, that men
listening to his narration of the happened by the light of their
soberer reason, looked askance at his version and whispered to each
other: “He is a liar”; and when the pain of their misunderstand-
ing had ceased to sting he told himself: “ They too will under-
stand when they read the book.”
One career after the other was tossed aside at the turn to success,
and those who had watched the opening days of the brilliant lad
with the many gifts, turned their faces away when they met him,
for they could not afford to know a wastrel of the chances of life.
Yet the Captain was rarely unhappy, for he alone conned the
pages of the magic book, ever present to him, a growing marvel,
in manhood as in childhood. When the girl of his early love,
weary of waiting for the home that was to harbour her, distrust-
ful of promises as lightly made as broken, turned from a world
of vanities and unsatisfied yearnings to take the veil as a Sister
of Mercy, it was a keen wound, soon to be treasured as a
melancholy sweet episode in the romance of the book. So
years sped by. The Captain married, and little children came
with reckless frequency, episodes of gay insouciance ; materials
of sorrow and pain, dark blots, with here and there a touch of
shame accumulated to supply its tragedy and its truth.
Former schoolfellows, plodding boys of sparser talents who had
The Yellow Book.—Vol. VI. g kept
the instincts of the fighting man, lulled to slumber by centuries of
peace, made him pause again. Visions of foreign lands, gallant
deeds for country and for fame, adventures by sea and shore that
would serve for the pages of the marvellous book, decided him
to abandon his true mistress and follow the jade of war.
It became so closely interwoven with the fibres of his being
that often it was hard to distinguish the existing from the
imagined, and every fact of life borrowed a colour from its
inscribing therein ; thus it came to pass, not seldom, that men
listening to his narration of the happened by the light of their
soberer reason, looked askance at his version and whispered to each
other: “He is a liar”; and when the pain of their misunderstand-
ing had ceased to sting he told himself: “ They too will under-
stand when they read the book.”
One career after the other was tossed aside at the turn to success,
and those who had watched the opening days of the brilliant lad
with the many gifts, turned their faces away when they met him,
for they could not afford to know a wastrel of the chances of life.
Yet the Captain was rarely unhappy, for he alone conned the
pages of the magic book, ever present to him, a growing marvel,
in manhood as in childhood. When the girl of his early love,
weary of waiting for the home that was to harbour her, distrust-
ful of promises as lightly made as broken, turned from a world
of vanities and unsatisfied yearnings to take the veil as a Sister
of Mercy, it was a keen wound, soon to be treasured as a
melancholy sweet episode in the romance of the book. So
years sped by. The Captain married, and little children came
with reckless frequency, episodes of gay insouciance ; materials
of sorrow and pain, dark blots, with here and there a touch of
shame accumulated to supply its tragedy and its truth.
Former schoolfellows, plodding boys of sparser talents who had
The Yellow Book.—Vol. VI. g kept