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hardly yet replaced the wild sage…brush of frontier journalism; he made
the sand…lots of San Francisco to blossom as the rose; and created a
literary periodical of the first class on the borders of civilization。

It is useless to wonder now what would have been his future if the
publisher of the Overland Monthly had been of imagination or capital
enough to meet the demand which Harte dimly intimated to his Cambridge
host as the condition of his remaining in California。  Publishers; men
with sufficient capital; are of a greatly varying gift in the regions of
prophecy; and he of the Overland Monthly was not to be blamed if he could
not foresee his account in paying Harte ten thousand a year to continue
editing the magazine。  He did according to his lights; and Harte came to
the East; and then went to England; where his last twenty…five years were
passed in cultivating the wild plant of his Pacific Slope discovery。  It
was always the same plant; leaf and flower and fruit; but it perennially
pleased the constant English world; and thence the European world; though
it presently failed of much delighting these fastidious States。  Probably
he would have done something else if he could; he did not keep on doing
the wild mining…camp thing because it was the easiest; but because it was
for him the only possible thing。  Very likely he might have preferred not
doing anything。




IV。

The joyous visit of a week; which has been here so poorly recovered from
the past; came to an end; and the host went with his guest to the station
in as much vehicular magnificence as had marked his going to meet him
there。  Harte was no longer the alarming portent of the earlier time; but
an experience of unalloyed delight。  You must love a person whose worst
trouble…giving was made somehow a favor by his own unconsciousness of the
trouble; and it was a most flattering triumph to have got him in time; or
only a little late; to so many luncheons and dinners。  If only now he
could be got to the train in time the victory would be complete; the
happiness of the visit without a flaw。  Success seemed to crown the
fondest hope in this respect。  The train had not yet left the station;
there stood the parlor…car which Harte had seats in; and he was followed
aboard for those last words in which people try to linger out pleasures
they have known together。  In this case the sweetest of the pleasures had
been sitting up late after those dinners; and talking them over; and then
degenerating from that talk into the mere giggle and making giggle which
Charles Lamb found the best thing in life。  It had come to this as the
host and guest sat together for those parting moments; when Harte
suddenly started up in the discovery of having forgotten to get some
cigars。  They rushed out of the train together; and after a wild descent
upon the cigar…counter of the restaurant; Harte rushed back to his car。
But by this time the train was already moving with that deceitful
slowness of the departing train; and Harte had to clamber up the steps of
the rearmost platform。  His host clambered after; to make sure that he
was aboard; which done; he dropped to the ground; while Harte drew out of
the station; blandly smiling; and waving his hand with a cigar in it; in
picturesque farewell from the platform。

Then his host realized that he had dropped to the ground barely in time
to escape being crushed against the side of the archway that sharply
descended beside the steps of the train; and he went and sat down in that
handsomest hack; and was for a moment deathly sick at the danger that had
not realized itself to him in season。  To be sure; he was able; long
after; to adapt the incident to the exigencies of fiction; and to have a
character; not otherwise to be conveniently disposed of; actually crushed
to death between a moving train and such an archway。

Besides; he had then and always afterward; the immense super…compensation
of the memories of that visit from one of the most charming personalities
in the world;

          〃In life's morning march when his bosom was young;〃

and when infinitely less would have sated him。  Now death has come to
join its vague conjectures to the broken expectations of life; and that
blithe spirit is elsewhere。  But nothing can take from him who remains
the witchery of that most winning presence。  Still it looks smiling from
the platform of the car; and casts a farewell of mock heartbreak from it。
Still a gay laugh comes across the abysm of the years that are now
numbered; and out of somewhere the hearer's sense is rapt with the mellow
cordial of a voice that was like no other。







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