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In
place
of
his
own
,
"
Medusa
Lights
,
"
the
editor
had
printed
,
"
The
Backward
Track
.
"
But
the
slaughter
in
the
body
of
the
poems
was
terrifying
.
Martin
groaned
and
sweated
and
thrust
his
hands
through
his
hair
.
Phrases
,
lines
,
and
stanzas
were
cut
out
,
interchanged
,
or
juggled
about
in
the
most
incomprehensible
manner
.
Sometimes
lines
and
stanzas
not
his
own
were
substituted
for
his
.
He
could
not
believe
that
a
sane
editor
could
be
guilty
of
such
maltreatment
,
and
his
favorite
hypothesis
was
that
his
poems
must
have
been
doctored
by
the
office
boy
or
the
stenographer
.
Martin
wrote
immediately
,
begging
the
editor
to
cease
publishing
the
lyrics
and
to
return
them
to
him
.
He
wrote
again
and
again
,
begging
,
entreating
,
threatening
,
but
his
letters
were
ignored
.
Month
by
month
the
slaughter
went
on
till
the
thirty
poems
were
published
,
and
month
by
month
he
received
a
check
for
those
which
had
appeared
in
the
current
number
.
Despite
these
various
misadventures
,
the
memory
of
the
White
Mouse
forty
-
dollar
check
sustained
him
,
though
he
was
driven
more
and
more
to
hack
-
work
.
He
discovered
a
bread
-
and
-
butter
field
in
the
agricultural
weeklies
and
trade
journals
,
though
among
the
religious
weeklies
he
found
he
could
easily
starve
.
At
his
lowest
ebb
,
when
his
black
suit
was
in
pawn
,
he
made
a
ten
-
strike
—
or
so
it
seemed
to
him
—
in
a
prize
contest
arranged
by
the
County
Committee
of
the
Republican
Party
.
There
were
three
branches
of
the
contest
,
and
he
entered
them
all
,
laughing
at
himself
bitterly
the
while
in
that
he
was
driven
to
such
straits
to
live
.
His
poem
won
the
first
prize
of
ten
dollars
,
his
campaign
song
the
second
prize
of
five
dollars
,
his
essay
on
the
principles
of
the
Republican
Party
the
first
prize
of
twenty
-
five
dollars
.
Which
was
very
gratifying
to
him
until
he
tried
to
collect
.
Something
had
gone
wrong
in
the
County
Committee
,
and
,
though
a
rich
banker
and
a
state
senator
were
members
of
it
,
the
money
was
not
forthcoming
.
While
this
affair
was
hanging
fire
,
he
proved
that
he
understood
the
principles
of
the
Democratic
Party
by
winning
the
first
prize
for
his
essay
in
a
similar
contest
.
And
,
moreover
,
he
received
the
money
,
twenty
-
five
dollars
.
But
the
forty
dollars
won
in
the
first
contest
he
never
received
.
Driven
to
shifts
in
order
to
see
Ruth
,
and
deciding
that
the
long
walk
from
north
Oakland
to
her
house
and
back
again
consumed
too
much
time
,
he
kept
his
black
suit
in
pawn
in
place
of
his
bicycle
.
The
latter
gave
him
exercise
,
saved
him
hours
of
time
for
work
,
and
enabled
him
to
see
Ruth
just
the
same
.
A
pair
of
knee
duck
trousers
and
an
old
sweater
made
him
a
presentable
wheel
costume
,
so
that
he
could
go
with
Ruth
on
afternoon
rides
.
Besides
,
he
no
longer
had
opportunity
to
see
much
of
her
in
her
own
home
,
where
Mrs
.
Morse
was
thoroughly
prosecuting
her
campaign
of
entertainment
.
The
exalted
beings
he
met
there
,
and
to
whom
he
had
looked
up
but
a
short
time
before
,
now
bored
him
.
They
were
no
longer
exalted
.
He
was
nervous
and
irritable
,
what
of
his
hard
times
,
disappointments
,
and
close
application
to
work
,
and
the
conversation
of
such
people
was
maddening
.
He
was
not
unduly
egotistic
.
He
measured
the
narrowness
of
their
minds
by
the
minds
of
the
thinkers
in
the
books
he
read
.
At
Ruth
’
s
home
he
never
met
a
large
mind
,
with
the
exception
of
Professor
Caldwell
,
and
Caldwell
he
had
met
there
only
once
.
As
for
the
rest
,
they
were
numskulls
,
ninnies
,
superficial
,
dogmatic
,
and
ignorant
.
It
was
their
ignorance
that
astounded
him
.
What
was
the
matter
with
them
?
What
had
they
done
with
their
educations
?
They
had
had
access
to
the
same
books
he
had
.
How
did
it
happen
that
they
had
drawn
nothing
from
them
?
He
knew
that
the
great
minds
,
the
deep
and
rational
thinkers
,
existed
.
He
had
his
proofs
from
the
books
,
the
books
that
had
educated
him
beyond
the
Morse
standard
.
And
he
knew
that
higher
intellects
than
those
of
the
Morse
circle
were
to
be
found
in
the
world
.
He
read
English
society
novels
,
wherein
he
caught
glimpses
of
men
and
women
talking
politics
and
philosophy
.
And
he
read
of
salons
in
great
cities
,
even
in
the
United
States
,
where
art
and
intellect
congregated
.
Foolishly
,
in
the
past
,
he
had
conceived
that
all
well
-
groomed
persons
above
the
working
class
were
persons
with
power
of
intellect
and
vigor
of
beauty
.
Culture
and
collars
had
gone
together
,
to
him
,
and
he
had
been
deceived
into
believing
that
college
educations
and
mastery
were
the
same
things
.
Well
,
he
would
fight
his
way
on
and
up
higher
.
And
he
would
take
Ruth
with
him
.
Her
he
dearly
loved
,
and
he
was
confident
that
she
would
shine
anywhere
.
As
it
was
clear
to
him
that
he
had
been
handicapped
by
his
early
environment
,
so
now
he
perceived
that
she
was
similarly
handicapped
.
She
had
not
had
a
chance
to
expand
.
The
books
on
her
father
’
s
shelves
,
the
paintings
on
the
walls
,
the
music
on
the
piano
—
all
was
just
so
much
meretricious
display
.
To
real
literature
,
real
painting
,
real
music
,
the
Morses
and
their
kind
,
were
dead
.
And
bigger
than
such
things
was
life
,
of
which
they
were
densely
,
hopelessly
ignorant
.
In
spite
of
their
Unitarian
proclivities
and
their
masks
of
conservative
broadmindedness
,
they
were
two
generations
behind
interpretative
science
:
their
mental
processes
were
mediaeval
,
while
their
thinking
on
the
ultimate
data
of
existence
and
of
the
universe
struck
him
as
the
same
metaphysical
method
that
was
as
young
as
the
youngest
race
,
as
old
as
the
cave
-
man
,
and
older
—
the
same
that
moved
the
first
Pleistocene
ape
-
man
to
fear
the
dark
;
that
moved
the
first
hasty
Hebrew
savage
to
incarnate
Eve
from
Adam
’
s
rib
;
that
moved
Descartes
to
build
an
idealistic
system
of
the
universe
out
of
the
projections
of
his
own
puny
ego
;
and
that
moved
the
famous
British
ecclesiastic
to
denounce
evolution
in
satire
so
scathing
as
to
win
immediate
applause
and
leave
his
name
a
notorious
scrawl
on
the
page
of
history
.
So
Martin
thought
,
and
he
thought
further
,
till
it
dawned
upon
him
that
the
difference
between
these
lawyers
,
officers
,
business
men
,
and
bank
cashiers
he
had
met
and
the
members
of
the
working
class
he
had
known
was
on
a
par
with
the
difference
in
the
food
they
ate
,
clothes
they
wore
,
neighborhoods
in
which
they
lived
.
Certainly
,
in
all
of
them
was
lacking
the
something
more
which
he
found
in
himself
and
in
the
books
.
The
Morses
had
shown
him
the
best
their
social
position
could
produce
,
and
he
was
not
impressed
by
it
.
A
pauper
himself
,
a
slave
to
the
money
-
lender
,
he
knew
himself
the
superior
of
those
he
met
at
the
Morses
’
;
and
,
when
his
one
decent
suit
of
clothes
was
out
of
pawn
,
he
moved
among
them
a
lord
of
life
,
quivering
with
a
sense
of
outrage
akin
to
what
a
prince
would
suffer
if
condemned
to
live
with
goat
-
herds
.
