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Assured
by
the
doctor
that
Charles
's
mental
health
was
in
no
danger
,
but
that
on
the
other
hand
he
was
engaged
in
researches
which
might
prove
of
real
importance
,
the
Wards
were
more
lenient
than
they
might
otherwise
have
been
when
during
the
following
June
the
youth
made
positive
his
refusal
to
attend
college
.
He
had
,
he
declared
,
studies
of
much
more
vital
importance
to
pursue
;
and
intimated
a
wish
to
go
abroad
the
following
year
in
order
to
avail
himself
of
certain
sources
of
data
not
existing
in
America
.
The
senior
Ward
,
while
denying
this
latter
wish
as
absurd
for
a
boy
of
only
eighteen
,
acquiesced
regarding
the
university
;
so
that
after
a
none
too
brilliant
graduation
from
the
Moses
Brown
School
there
ensued
for
Charles
a
three-year
period
of
intensive
occult
study
and
graveyard
searching
.
He
became
recognized
as
an
eccentric
,
and
dropped
even
more
completely
from
the
sight
of
his
family
's
friends
than
he
had
been
before
;
keeping
close
to
his
work
and
only
occasionally
making
trips
to
other
cities
to
consult
obscure
records
.
Once
he
went
south
to
talk
to
a
strange
mulatto
who
dwelt
in
a
swamp
and
about
whom
a
newspaper
hand
printed
a
curious
article
.
Again
he
sought
a
small
village
in
the
Adirondacks
whence
reports
of
certain
odd
ceremonial
practices
had
come
.
But
still
his
parents
forbade
him
the
trip
to
the
Old
World
which
he
desired
.
Coming
of
age
in
April
,
1923
,
and
having
previously
inherited
a
small
competence
from
his
maternal
grandfather
,
Ward
determined
at
last
to
take
the
European
trip
hitherto
denied
him
.
Of
his
proposed
itinerary
he
would
say
nothing
save
that
the
needs
of
his
studies
would
carry
him
to
many
places
,
but
he
promised
to
write
his
parents
fully
and
faithfully
.
When
they
saw
he
could
not
be
dissuaded
,
they
ceased
all
opposition
and
helped
as
best
they
could
;
so
that
in
June
the
young
man
sailed
for
Liverpool
with
the
farewell
blessings
of
his
father
and
mother
,
who
accompanied
him
to
Boston
and
waved
him
out
of
sight
from
the
White
Star
pier
in
Charlestown
.
Letters
soon
told
of
his
safe
arrival
,
and
of
his
securing
good
quarters
in
Great
Russell
Street
,
London
;
where
he
proposed
to
stay
,
shunning
all
family
friends
,
till
he
had
exhausted
the
resources
of
the
British
Museum
in
a
certain
direction
.
Of
his
daily
life
he
wrote
by
little
,
for
there
was
little
to
write
.
Study
and
experiment
consumed
all
his
time
,
and
he
mentioned
a
laboratory
which
he
had
established
in
one
of
his
rooms
.
That
he
said
nothing
of
antiquarian
rambles
in
the
glamorous
old
city
with
its
luring
skyline
of
ancient
domes
and
steeples
and
its
tangles
of
roads
and
alleys
whose
mystic
convolutions
and
sudden
vistas
alternately
beckon
and
surprise
,
was
taken
by
his
parents
as
a
good
index
of
the
degree
to
which
his
new
interests
had
engrossed
his
mind
.
In
June
,
1924
,
a
brief
note
told
of
his
departure
for
Paris
,
to
which
he
had
before
made
one
or
two
flying
trips
for
material
in
the
Bibliothèque
Nationale
.
For
three
months
thereafter
he
sent
only
postal
cards
,
giving
an
address
in
the
Rue
St.
Jacques
and
referring
to
a
special
search
among
rare
manuscripts
in
the
library
of
an
unnamed
private
collector
.
He
avoided
acquaintances
,
and
no
tourists
brought
back
reports
of
having
seen
him
.
Then
came
a
silence
,
and
in
October
the
Wards
received
a
picture
card
from
Prague
,
Czecho-Slovakia
,
stating
that
Charles
was
in
that
ancient
town
for
the
purpose
of
conferring
with
a
certain
very
aged
man
supposed
to
be
the
last
living
possessor
of
some
very
curious
medieval
information
.
He
gave
an
address
in
the
Neustadt
,
and
announced
no
move
till
the
following
January
;
when
he
dropped
several
cards
from
Vienna
telling
of
his
passage
through
that
city
on
the
way
toward
a
more
easterly
region
whither
one
of
his
correspondents
and
fellow-delvers
into
the
occult
had
invited
him
.
The
next
card
was
from
Klausenburg
in
Transylvania
,
and
told
of
Ward
's
progress
toward
his
destination
.
He
was
going
to
visit
a
Baron
Ferenczy
,
whose
estate
lay
in
the
mountains
east
of
Rakus
;
and
was
to
be
addressed
at
Rakus
in
the
care
of
that
nobleman
.
Another
card
from
Rakus
a
week
later
,
saying
that
his
host
's
carriage
had
met
him
and
that
he
was
leaving
the
village
for
the
mountains
,
was
his
last
message
for
a
considerable
time
;
indeed
,
he
did
reply
to
his
parents
'
frequent
letters
until
May
,
when
he
wrote
to
discourage
the
plan
of
his
mother
for
a
meeting
in
London
,
Paris
,
or
Rome
during
the
summer
,
when
the
elder
Wards
were
planning
to
travel
to
Europe
.
His
researches
,
he
said
,
were
such
that
he
could
not
leave
his
present
quarters
;
while
the
situation
of
Baron
Ferenczy
's
castle
did
not
favor
visits
.
It
was
on
a
crag
in
the
dark
wooded
mountains
,
and
the
region
was
so
shunned
by
the
country
folk
that
normal
people
could
not
help
feeling
ill
at
ease
.
Moreover
,
the
Baron
was
not
a
person
likely
to
appeal
to
correct
and
conservative
New
England
gentlefolk
.
His
aspect
and
manners
had
idiosyncrasies
,
and
his
age
was
so
great
as
to
be
disquieting
.
It
would
be
better
,
Charles
said
,
if
his
parents
would
wait
for
his
return
to
Providence
;
which
could
scarcely
be
far
distant
.
That
return
did
not
,
however
,
take
place
until
May
1926
,
when
after
a
few
heralding
cards
the
young
wanderer
quietly
slipped
into
New
York
on
the
Homeric
and
traversed
the
long
miles
to
Providence
by
motor-coach
,
eagerly
drinking
in
the
green
rolling
hills
,
and
fragrant
,
blossoming
orchards
,
and
the
white
steepled
towns
of
vernal
Connecticut
;
his
first
taste
of
ancient
New
England
in
nearly
four
years
.
When
the
coach
crossed
the
Pawcatuck
and
entered
Rhode
Island
amidst
the
faery
goldenness
of
a
late
spring
afternoon
his
heart
beat
with
quickened
force
,
and
the
entry
to
Providence
along
Reservoir
and
Elmwood
Avenues
was
a
breathless
and
wonderful
thing
despite
the
depths
of
forbidden
lore
to
which
he
had
delved
.
At
the
high
square
where
Broad
,
Weybosset
,
and
Empire
Streets
join
,
he
saw
before
and
below
him
in
the
fire
of
sunset
the
pleasant
,
remembered
houses
and
domes
and
steeples
of
the
old
town
;
and
his
head
swam
curiously
as
the
vehicle
rolled
down
to
the
terminal
behind
the
Biltmore
,
bringing
into
view
the
great
dome
and
soft
,
roof-pierced
greenery
of
the
ancient
hill
across
the
river
,
and
the
tall
colonial
spire
of
the
First
Baptist
Church
limned
pink
in
the
magic
evening
against
the
fresh
springtime
verdure
of
its
precipitous
background
.
Old
Providence
!
It
was
this
place
and
the
mysterious
forces
of
its
long
,
continuous
history
which
had
brought
him
into
being
,
and
which
had
drawn
him
back
toward
marvels
and
secrets
whose
boundaries
no
prophet
might
fix
Here
lay
the
arcana
,
wondrous
or
dreadful
as
the
case
may
be
,
for
which
all
his
years
of
travel
and
application
had
been
preparing
him
.
A
taxicab
whirled
him
through
Post
Office
Square
with
its
glimpse
of
the
river
,
the
old
Market
House
,
and
the
head
of
the
bay
,
and
up
the
steep
curved
slope
of
Waterman
Street
to
Prospect
,
where
the
vast
gleaming
dome
and
sunset-flushed
Ionic
columns
of
the
Christian
Science
Church
beckoned
northward
.
Then
eight
squares
past
the
fine
old
estates
his
childish
eyes
had
known
,
and
the
quaint
brick
sidewalks
so
often
trodden
by
his
youthful
feet
.
And
at
last
the
little
white
overtaken
farmhouse
on
the
right
,
on
the
left
the
classic
Adam
porch
and
stately
facade
of
the
great
brick
house
where
he
was
born
.
It
was
twilight
,
and
Charles
Dexter
Ward
had
come
home
.
