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The Tyranny of the Dark, by Hamlin Garland 1 CHAPTER PAGE The Tyranny of the Dark, by Hamlin Garland The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Tyranny of the Dark, by Hamlin Garland This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this The Tyranny of the Dark, by Hamlin Garland 2 eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: The Tyranny of the Dark Author: Hamlin Garland Release Date: January 8, 2008 [EBook #24220] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TYRANNY OF THE DARK *** Produced by Jeannie Howse, David Yingling, David Garcia, Bethanne M. Simms and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This book was produced from scanned images of public domain material from the Google Print project.) * * * * * +-----------------------------------------------------------+ | Transcriber's Note: | | | | Inconsistent hyphenation in the original document has | | been preserved. | | | | Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. For | | a complete list, please see the end of this document. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------+ * * * * * [Illustration: See p. 243 "SHE CAME SLOWLY, WITH ONE SLIM HAND ON THE RAILING"] THE TYRANNY OF THE DARK The Tyranny of the Dark, by Hamlin Garland 3 BY HAMLIN GARLAND AUTHOR OF "THE CAPTAIN OF THE GRAY-HORSE TROOP" "HESPER" "THE LIGHT OF THE STAR" ETC. ETC. [Illustration] LONDON AND NEW YORK HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS :: MCMV Copyright, 1905, by HAMLIN GARLAND. All rights reserved. Published May, 1905. CONTENTS BOOK I CHAPTER PAGE 4 CHAPTER PAGE I. THE SETTING 1 II. THE MAID ON THE MOUNTAIN-SIDE 4 III. THE MAN 11 IV. A SECOND MEETING 15 V. PUPIL AND MASTER 23 VI. IN THE MARSHALL BASIN 42 VII. THE FORCES OF LIGHT AND DARKNESS 59 VIII. DR. BRITT EXPLAINS 68 IX. ANTHONY CLARKE, EVANGEL 83 X. CLARKE'S WOOING 94 BOOK II I. THE MODERNISTS 103 II. NEWS OF VIOLA 112 III. BRITT COMES TO DINE 132 IV. THE PATRON OF PSYCHICS 146 V. KATE VISITS VIOLA 164 VI. SERVISS LISTENS SHREWDLY 188 CHAPTER PAGE 5 VII. THE SLEEPING SIBYL 201 VIII. KATE'S INTERROGATION 213 IX. VIOLA'S PLEA FOR HELP 224 X. MORTON SENDS A TELEGRAM 245 XI. DR. BRITT PAYS HIS DINNER-CALL 251 XII. VIOLA IN DINNER-DRESS 262 XIII. THE TEST SÉANCE 283 XIV. PUZZLED PHILOSOPHERS 307 XV. VIOLA REVOLTS FROM CLARKE 328 XVI. THE HOUSE OF DISCORD 337 XVII. WHEN DOCTORS DISAGREE 353 XVIII. LAMBERT INTERVENES 370 XIX. SERVISS ASSUMES CONTROL 386 XX. THE MOTHER'S FAITH 399 XXI. CLARKE SHADOWS THE FEAST 413 XXII. THE SPIRITUAL RESCUE 429 ILLUSTRATIONS "SHE CAME SLOWLY, WITH ONE SLIM HAND ON THE RAILING" Frontispiece CHAPTER PAGE 6 "THERE WAS IN HIS LOOK AN EXPRESSION OF ACKNOWLEDGED KINSHIP" Facing p. 6 "SERVISS LISTENED WITH GROWING AMAZEMENT" Facing p. 36 "VIOLA, TOO, CAME BACK TO BEWITCH HIM FROM HIS READING" Facing p. 108 "'WHAT DO YOU MEAN? DO YOU WANT TO KILL THE PSYCHIC?'" Facing p. 212 "'BUT, TELL ME, HOW DID THE CHANGE COME? WHAT BEGAN TO HAPPEN?'" Facing p. 276 "THE GIRL'S EYES WERE OPENING AS FROM NATURAL SLUMBER" Facing p. 308 "'YOU NEED NOT SPEAK--JUST PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE AND I WILL UNDERSTAND'" Facing p. 436 BOOK I THE CHARACTERS CONCERNED { VIOLA LAMBERT, the subject { MRS. LAMBERT, her mother { JOS. LAMBERT, her step-father Those { ANTHONY CLARKE, her pastor in { DR. BRITT, her physician the Light { MORTON SERVISS, her lover { KATE RICE, her friend { DR. WEISSMANN, her investigator { SIMEON PRATT, her patron { WALDRON, her father Those { MCLEOD, her "control" in { WALTIE, her poltergeist the Dark { JENNIE PRATT, Pratt's eldest daughter { MRS. PRATT, "Loggy," and others dimly felt THE TYRANNY OF THE DARK CHAPTER PAGE 7 I THE SETTING The village of Colorow is enclosed by a colossal amphitheatre of dove-gray stone, in whose niches wind-warped pines stand like spectators silent and waiting. Six thousand feet above the valley floor green and orange slopes run to the edges of perennial ice-fields, while farther away, and peering above these almost inaccessible defences, like tents of besieging Titans, rise three great mountains gleaming with snow and thunderous with storms. Altogether a stage worthy of some colossal drama rather than the calm slumber of a forgotten hamlet. The railway enters the valley from the south by sinuously following the windings of a rushing, foam-white stream, and for many miles the engines cautiously feel their way among stupendous walls, passing haltingly over bridges hung perilously between perpendicular cliffs by slender iron rods, or creep like mountain-cats from ledge to ledge, so that when they have reached safe harbor beside the little red depot they never fail to pant and wheeze like a tired, gratified dog beside his master's door. Aside from the coming and going of these trains, the town is silent as the regarding pines. The only other ways of entrance to this deep pocket lie over threadlike trails which climb the divide from Silver City and Toltec and Vermilion, and loop their terrifying courses down the declivities trod only by the sturdy burro or the agile, sure-footed mountain-horse. These wavering paths, worn deep and dusty once, are grass-grown now, for they were built in the days when silver was accounted a precious metal, and only an occasional hunter or prospector makes present use of them. Colorow itself, once a flaming, tumultuous centre of miners, gamblers, and social outcasts, is now risen (or declined) to the quiet of a New England summer resort, supported partly by two or three big mines (whose white ore is streaked with gold), but more and more by the growing fame of its mountains and their medicinal springs, for these splendid peaks have their CHAPTER PAGE 8 waters, hot and cold and sweet and bitter, whose healing powers are becoming known to an ever-growing number of those Americans who are minded to explore their native land. This centre of aërial storms, these groups of transcendent summits, would be more widely known still, but for the singular sense of proprietorship with which each discoverer regards them. The lucky traveller who falls into this paradise is seized with a certain instant jealousy of it, and communicates his knowledge only to his family and his friends. Nevertheless, its fame spreads slowly, and each year new discoverers flock in growing numbers to the one little hotel and its ramshackle bath-house, so that the community once absolutely and viciously utilitarian begins to take timid account of its aesthetic surroundings, and here and there a little log-cabin (as appropriate to this land as the chalet to the Alps) is built beside the calling ripples of the river, while saddled horses, laden burros in long lines, and now and then a vast yellow or red ore-wagon creaking dolefully as it descends, still give evidence of the mining which goes on far up the zigzag trails towards the soaring, shining peaks of the Continental Divide. II THE MAID ON THE MOUNTAIN-SIDE One day in July a fair young girl, with beautiful gray eyes, sat musingly beside one of these southern trails gazing upon the inverted pyramid of red sky which glowed between the sloping shoulders of the westward warding peaks. Her exquisite lips, scarlet as strawberry stains, were drawn into an expression of bitter constraint, and her brows were unnaturally knit. Her hat lay beside her on the ground, her brown hair was blowing free, and in her eyes was the look of one longing for the world beyond the hills. She appeared both lonely and desolate. It was a pity to see one so young and so comely confronting with sad and sullen brow such aërial majesty as the evening presented. It was, indeed, a sort of impiety, and the girl seemed at last to feel this. Her frowning brow CHAPTER PAGE 9 smoothed out, her lips grew more girlish of line, and at length, rapt with wonder, she fixed her eyes on a single purple cloud which was dissolving, becoming each moment smaller, more remote, like a fleeing eagle, yet burning each instant with even more dazzling flame of color than before--hasting as if to overtake the failing day. A dream of still fairer lands, of conquest, and of love, swept over her--became mirrored in her face. She had at this moment the wistful gaze which comes to the eyes of the young when desire of the future is strong. Upon her musings a small sound broke, so faint, so far, she could not tell from whence it came nor what its cause might be. It might have been the rattle of a pebble under the feet of a near-by squirrel or the scrambling rush of a distant bear. A few moments later the voice of a man--very diminished and yet unmistakable--came pulsing down the mountain-side. The girl rose as lightly, as gracefully as a fawn who, roused but not affrighted, stands on her imprint in the grass and waits and listens. The man or men--for another voice could now be heard in answer--came rapidly on, and soon a couple of men and a small pack-train came out of a clump of thick trees at the head of a gulch, and, doubling backward and forward, descended swiftly upon the girl, who stood, with some natural curiosity, to let the travellers, whoever they might be, pass and precede her down to the valley. She resented them, for the reason that they cut short her reverie, her moment of spiritual peace.