LONDON: HOWARD LATIMER. LTD
GREAT QUEEN STREET, KINGSWAY
MCMXIII
Printed by
Ballantyne & Company
London ltd
CONTENTS
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
| I. | A Bird's-Eye View of Stockholm | [1] |
| II. | Between Brothers | [15] |
| III. | The Artists' Colony | [24] |
| IV. | Master and Dogs | [38] |
| V. | At the Publisher's | [59] |
| VI. | The Red Room | [70] |
| VII. | The Imitation of Christ | [87] |
| VIII. | Poor Mother Country | [94] |
| IX. | Bills of Exchange | [107] |
| X. | The Newspaper Syndicate "Grey Bonnet" | [113] |
| XI. | Happy People | [124] |
| XII. | Marine Insurance Society "Triton" | [135] |
| XIII. | Divine Ordinance | [146] |
| XIV. | Absinth | [156] |
| XV. | The Theatrical Company "Phœnix" | [169] |
| XVI. | In the White Mountains | [182] |
| XVII. | Natura.... | [197] |
| XVIII. | Nihilism | [201] |
| XIX. | From Churchyard to Public-House | [212] |
| XX. | On the Altar | [226] |
| XXI. | A Soul Overboard | [232] |
| XXII. | Hard Times | [239] |
| XXIII. | Audiences | [247] |
| XXIV. | On Sweden | [254] |
| XXV. | Checkmate | [273] |
| XXVI. | Correspondence | [290] |
| XXVII. | Recovery | [299] |
| XXVIII. | From Beyond the Grave | [304] |
| XXIX. | Revue | [314] |
| XXX. | Epilogue | [324] |
CHAPTER I
A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF STOCKHOLM
It was an evening in the beginning of May. The little garden on "Moses Height," on the south side of the town had not yet been thrown open to the public, and the flower-beds were still unturned. The snowdrops had worked through the accumulations of last year's dead leaves, and were on the point of closing their short career and making room for the crocuses which had found shelter under a barren pear tree; the elder was waiting for a southerly wind before bursting into bloom, but the tightly closed buds of the limes still offered cover for love-making to the chaffinches, busily employed in building their lichen-covered nests between trunk and branch. No human foot had trod the gravel paths since last winter's snow had melted, and the free and easy life of beasts and flowers was left undisturbed. The sparrows industriously collected all manner of rubbish, and stowed it away under the tiles of the Navigation School. They burdened themselves with scraps of the rocket-cases of last autumn's fireworks, and picked the straw covers off the young trees, transplanted from the nursery in the Deer Park only a year ago— nothing escaped them. They discovered shreds of muslin in the summer arbours; the splintered leg of a seat supplied them with tufts of hair left on the battlefield by dogs which had not been fighting there since Josephine's day. What a life it was!
The sun was standing over the Liljeholm, throwing sheaves of rays towards the east; they pierced the columns of smoke of Bergsund, flashed across the Riddarfjörd, climbed to the cross of the Riddarholms church, flung themselves on to the steep roof of the German church opposite, toyed with the bunting displayed by the boats on the pontoon bridge, sparkled in the windows of the chief custom-house, illuminated the woods of the Liding Island, and died away in a rosy cloud far, far away in the distance where the sea was. And from thence the wind came and travelled back by the same way, over Vaxholm, past the fortress, past the custom-house and along the Sikla Island, forcing its way in behind the Hästarholm, glancing at the summer resorts; then out again and on, on to the hospital Daniken; there it took fright and dashed away in a headlong career along the southern shore, noticed the smell of coal, tar and fish-oil, came dead against the city quay, rushed up to Moses Height, swept into the garden and buffeted against a wall.
The wall was opened by a maid-servant, who, at the very moment, was engaged in peeling off the paper pasted over the chinks of the double windows; a terrible smell of dripping, beer dregs, pine needles, and sawdust poured out and was carried away by the wind, while the maid stood breathing the fresh air through her nostrils. It plucked the cotton-wool, strewn with barberry berries, tinsel and rose leaves, from the space between the windows and danced it along the paths, joined by sparrows and chaffinches who saw here the solution of the greater part of their housing problem.
Meanwhile, the maid continued her work at the double windows; in a few minutes the door leading from the restaurant stood open, and a man, well but plainly dressed, stepped out into the garden. There was nothing striking about his face beyond a slight expression of care and worry which disappeared as soon as he had emerged from the stuffy room and caught sight of the wide horizon. He turned to the side from whence the wind came, opened his overcoat, and repeatedly drew a deep breath which seemed to relieve his heart and lungs. Then he began to stroll up and down the barrier which separated the garden from the cliffs in the direction of the sea.