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Martin
had
many
times
to
be
glad
that
Brissenden
was
dead
.
He
had
hated
the
crowd
so
,
and
here
all
that
was
finest
and
most
sacred
of
him
had
been
thrown
to
the
crowd
.
Daily
the
vivisection
of
Beauty
went
on
.
Every
nincompoop
in
the
land
rushed
into
free
print
,
floating
their
wizened
little
egos
into
the
public
eye
on
the
surge
of
Brissenden
’
s
greatness
.
Quoth
one
paper
:
"
We
have
received
a
letter
from
a
gentleman
who
wrote
a
poem
just
like
it
,
only
better
,
some
time
ago
.
"
Another
paper
,
in
deadly
seriousness
,
reproving
Helen
Della
Delmar
for
her
parody
,
said
:
"
But
unquestionably
Miss
Delmar
wrote
it
in
a
moment
of
badinage
and
not
quite
with
the
respect
that
one
great
poet
should
show
to
another
and
perhaps
to
the
greatest
.
However
,
whether
Miss
Delmar
be
jealous
or
not
of
the
man
who
invented
‘
Ephemera
,
’
it
is
certain
that
she
,
like
thousands
of
others
,
is
fascinated
by
his
work
,
and
that
the
day
may
come
when
she
will
try
to
write
lines
like
his
.
"
Ministers
began
to
preach
sermons
against
"
Ephemera
,
"
and
one
,
who
too
stoutly
stood
for
much
of
its
content
,
was
expelled
for
heresy
.
The
great
poem
contributed
to
the
gayety
of
the
world
.
The
comic
verse
-
writers
and
the
cartoonists
took
hold
of
it
with
screaming
laughter
,
and
in
the
personal
columns
of
society
weeklies
jokes
were
perpetrated
on
it
to
the
effect
that
Charley
Frensham
told
Archie
Jennings
,
in
confidence
,
that
five
lines
of
"
Ephemera
"
would
drive
a
man
to
beat
a
cripple
,
and
that
ten
lines
would
send
him
to
the
bottom
of
the
river
.
Martin
did
not
laugh
;
nor
did
he
grit
his
teeth
in
anger
.
The
effect
produced
upon
him
was
one
of
great
sadness
.
In
the
crash
of
his
whole
world
,
with
love
on
the
pinnacle
,
the
crash
of
magazinedom
and
the
dear
public
was
a
small
crash
indeed
.
Brissenden
had
been
wholly
right
in
his
judgment
of
the
magazines
,
and
he
,
Martin
,
had
spent
arduous
and
futile
years
in
order
to
find
it
out
for
himself
.
The
magazines
were
all
Brissenden
had
said
they
were
and
more
.
Well
,
he
was
done
,
he
solaced
himself
.
He
had
hitched
his
wagon
to
a
star
and
been
landed
in
a
pestiferous
marsh
.
The
visions
of
Tahiti
—
clean
,
sweet
Tahiti
—
were
coming
to
him
more
frequently
.
And
there
were
the
low
Paumotus
,
and
the
high
Marquesas
;
he
saw
himself
often
,
now
,
on
board
trading
schooners
or
frail
little
cutters
,
slipping
out
at
dawn
through
the
reef
at
Papeete
and
beginning
the
long
beat
through
the
pearl
-
atolls
to
Nukahiva
and
the
Bay
of
Taiohae
,
where
Tamari
,
he
knew
,
would
kill
a
pig
in
honor
of
his
coming
,
and
where
Tamari
’
s
flower
-
garlanded
daughters
would
seize
his
hands
and
with
song
and
laughter
garland
him
with
flowers
.
The
South
Seas
were
calling
,
and
he
knew
that
sooner
or
later
he
would
answer
the
call
.
In
the
meantime
he
drifted
,
resting
and
recuperating
after
the
long
traverse
he
had
made
through
the
realm
of
knowledge
.
When
The
Parthenon
check
of
three
hundred
and
fifty
dollars
was
forwarded
to
him
,
he
turned
it
over
to
the
local
lawyer
who
had
attended
to
Brissenden
’
s
affairs
for
his
family
.
Martin
took
a
receipt
for
the
check
,
and
at
the
same
time
gave
a
note
for
the
hundred
dollars
Brissenden
had
let
him
have
.
The
time
was
not
long
when
Martin
ceased
patronizing
the
Japanese
restaurants
.
At
the
very
moment
when
he
had
abandoned
the
fight
,
the
tide
turned
.
But
it
had
turned
too
late
.
Without
a
thrill
he
opened
a
thick
envelope
from
The
Millennium
,
scanned
the
face
of
a
check
that
represented
three
hundred
dollars
,
and
noted
that
it
was
the
payment
on
acceptance
for
"
Adventure
.
"
Every
debt
he
owed
in
the
world
,
including
the
pawnshop
,
with
its
usurious
interest
,
amounted
to
less
than
a
hundred
dollars
.
And
when
he
had
paid
everything
,
and
lifted
the
hundred
-
dollar
note
with
Brissenden
’
s
lawyer
,
he
still
had
over
a
hundred
dollars
in
pocket
.
He
ordered
a
suit
of
clothes
from
the
tailor
and
ate
his
meals
in
the
best
cafés
in
town
.
He
still
slept
in
his
little
room
at
Maria
’
s
,
but
the
sight
of
his
new
clothes
caused
the
neighborhood
children
to
cease
from
calling
him
"
hobo
"
and
"
tramp
"
from
the
roofs
of
woodsheds
and
over
back
fences
.
"
Wiki
-
Wiki
,
"
his
Hawaiian
short
story
,
was
bought
by
Warren
’
s
Monthly
for
two
hundred
and
fifty
dollars
.
The
Northern
Review
took
his
essay
,
"
The
Cradle
of
Beauty
,
"
and
Mackintosh
’
s
Magazine
took
"
The
Palmist
"
—
the
poem
he
had
written
to
Marian
.
The
editors
and
readers
were
back
from
their
summer
vacations
,
and
manuscripts
were
being
handled
quickly
.
But
Martin
could
not
puzzle
out
what
strange
whim
animated
them
to
this
general
acceptance
of
the
things
they
had
persistently
rejected
for
two
years
.
Nothing
of
his
had
been
published
.
He
was
not
known
anywhere
outside
of
Oakland
,
and
in
Oakland
,
with
the
few
who
thought
they
knew
him
,
he
was
notorious
as
a
red
-
shirt
and
a
socialist
.
So
there
was
no
explaining
this
sudden
acceptability
of
his
wares
.
It
was
sheer
jugglery
of
fate
.
After
it
had
been
refused
by
a
number
of
magazines
,
he
had
taken
Brissenden
’
s
rejected
advice
and
started
,
"
The
Shame
of
the
Sun
"
on
the
round
of
publishers
.
After
several
refusals
,
Singletree
,
Darnley
&
Co
.
accepted
it
,
promising
fall
publication
.
When
Martin
asked
for
an
advance
on
royalties
,
they
wrote
that
such
was
not
their
custom
,
that
books
of
that
nature
rarely
paid
for
themselves
,
and
that
they
doubted
if
his
book
would
sell
a
thousand
copies
.
Martin
figured
what
the
book
would
earn
him
on
such
a
sale
.
Retailed
at
a
dollar
,
on
a
royalty
of
fifteen
per
cent
,
it
would
bring
him
one
hundred
and
fifty
dollars
.
He
decided
that
if
he
had
it
to
do
over
again
he
would
confine
himself
to
fiction
.
"
Adventure
,
"
one
-
fourth
as
long
,
had
brought
him
twice
as
much
from
The
Millennium
.
That
newspaper
paragraph
he
had
read
so
long
ago
had
been
true
,
after
all
.
The
first
-
class
magazines
did
not
pay
on
acceptance
,
and
they
paid
well
.
Not
two
cents
a
word
,
but
four
cents
a
word
,
had
The
Millennium
paid
him
.
And
,
furthermore
,
they
bought
good
stuff
,
too
,
for
were
they
not
buying
his
?
This
last
thought
he
accompanied
with
a
grin
.
