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A CASE OF IDENTITY P AN AMERICAN…

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A CASE OF IDENTITY P AN AMERICAN SKSTCH. I was bom at Charlestown, New Hampthin, on the Oth-,ofAugust, 1852, and—'—" A "hand touched me lightly on the shoulder. Born in 1852 ?"J I turned around, and was surprised to see an entire stranger, a tall man, thin to emaciation, of 4 about sixty years of age, looking at me with what I inteipretftdias cynical leer. ^Now, hefe'is a pessimist of the deepestdye," I thought. One pf the modern scholar* who doubts tbe creation by the Almighty of earth; who in his scholastic exactions would deny the authenticity of a William Tell, the whole apple story in toio-^in a; word, who would accept nothing by faith, but every- thing on the most absolute and infallible proof." Samuel J. Tilden used to aver that most persons do not know aperiirieht from an impertinent question. My new f»iend was more than cousin-german to this sort of folk, but being an acknowledged optimist, I could not switch him off with faint damnation, nor by that little informalism of There's thy way. Go!" "I Born in 1852?" r" Yes," I replied a trifle snappishly, thrusting my hands deep into my pockets, ostrich like, believing I I was at least: partly out of sight by this move- ment. Born in lSS&afe-Charleefcown, New Hampshire?" "Yes, 1852, Charlestown, New Hampshire; and* 1 can show you the very house, the very bedroom 'in which I first-opened toy eyéø¡' I said, with ptnt-tip enthusiasm, thrusting my hands deeper into my pockets, and glaring at him much as the lions did at Count de Lorge, in Hunt's poem, when he leaped among the lions of King Francis, and snatched his lady's glove from their reeking jaws. But 'twas no use. I was in the hands of a man who knew all emergencies, grasped the verities in a masterly way, and, so' to speak, always held the win- ning card. "But look here, tqy'dear friend, when yon were B born, or father, logtbalfy', wheta' you aseutfie to have been born. in the year 1852, nearly a half a century ago, thing's were believed unquestioned. We have changed all)tbsg. A child who is born to-day is not sure he is btfrn at all until the doctor has made a record of his birth, the parsobtakelt his oath, the town registrar registers it cEven then there may be some question: A will is unearthed. Various claimants- -put in their claims and if your birth is not-prettyi thoroughly recorded by mother, father, nurpe, doctor, minister, registrar, the wily, lawyers will prove that you do not exist-ie., that you were realjy never born. I turned pale. I knew, according to Dean Swift and an aliBanack maker, that a certain man was actually proven dead his own personality did hot serve to re-establish his identity, therefore, to all inte,nt,s-,a¡j)Urpo.øø,be.ré'maij\ed dead. So, as I stood there in mr-native land, on my native heath, within a stone's throw of the little cottage where I was born, I began to tremble for my identity-to question Jmy ftrthij^hfc. Not that I hadn't been born but there Was a bare chance that we bad been twins, and the nurse had got ur. mixed up, that *1 was reaBy not myself but my brother. Would this emaciatedjspecimen of intellectual, critical humanity discover iihiB fact, and Hby a logical sequence of reasoning prove me,tQ be a dead man& it Inched to be away. jk4> laail gaid, and triy emphasis was a little vinegary "But'jouiwott'fc deny.thafe laIn. born ?*), "Oh, no!" That I have arisen to the jjt&te of manhood ?" < "■Ob, no! But my very dear sir, I .an), taking your word for it?" ■■■■• "Well?" u.. That iVnot proving it :1 f I felt like jumping over tho steeple. Wbere'ii iny bowie,knife? This man bac; tr.mp'ed on my word, he bas stultified me; by an innuendo he has implied that I am not born, that if I am born, I am lacking in veraèitý., I drew tny bands from-my poifefets. I pushed at my sleeves. "I will thwack thi3 fellow's face. Hifshall feel against his obstrusivo noje th It I nm not only born, but a vtry active kind of Harvard pugilist, an un- crowned Corbett!" s ,I took a side glanoo- at the real ft'De. I would: kpQffk him about fifteen feet. I drew back. I raited my, arm. It fell to'my side. Shame, shame, to. Rtrikij. one..of. bis yrtwe, a man of knowledge, too—1 I who had take;. my hat off at the tohib of Burns, had dropped, a silent tear-on the sepulchre of Scott, had placed a double wreath of anemones on the brows i of ;th<i BrqwaingB I > I My very dear sir," he resumed, with that cuftl- vatedj iatonatiou we notice in the talk of Wendell Phillips, I should not continue, but you have the unmistakable!: lines of culture, Gene Field-had not been a keener j^iblomaniae than-you you love books likefa Solomon, a James ri iedds, a Mabie, a Peck, a Richardson. S I.Pigall -not be. offensive; I will simply array scholarship against. error,against fallacy; for, let me toji you this, \yhile, fifty, years ago, all people were believ;ed, to be hoaost, all banka were trusted, ministers were believed to be divine, "a note offhand wayaccepfed unconditionally, tl-ay man would go security for another, to-day is the most sceptical age of the world; no man is believed to W honest, no bank will be trusted, ministers are reuiked-wjth politioans, a note of haijd is not accepted, no man will go security for another. And so you will, per- ceive, when you make the simple, unautbentijsated statement that yoH were born ,at Charlestown on the 9th of wish to convey the idea that I tentatively and: absolutely deny your assertion, I merely ask for proof." -1 began to feel easier. To prove that I had been born, am born, was so ridiculous that I gave vent, not to my usual cultivated laugh, but to a coarse guffaw, so inelegant that my interlocutor turned with a twitch of pain in his sallow face, and glanced half- surprisedly over his rimless eye-glasses. I had exhibited a degree of coarseness not in consonance with my preyiQus, mwmer; and .this modern purist had been disturbed. My coarse laugh had been my strongest argument; jt had more thoroughly out- generaled him than my most argumentative disap- proval of anything he might have said. And so I held this in reserve, as R kind of Bonaparte battalion, to be called into requisition at a moment's notice, for, from a pink-nosed baby up to a studious-looking man of ovtfr'fotty tsummers, I had known the efficacy of a laugh. 33ie laugh in my mother's lap, the laugh in my (■fiefla.when I cut out my rival, and the other kind of -IsiTgh -when my rival cut me out. I also knew thpjawgh of political argument—how a man who c, i# nxgdod down may many times be laugfifcd down. B^iG curiosity now held back my reserve force. laugb, end I simply smiled as I said- "Proof? Cpnuv with me. Take my arm, We will walk twemf tods, turn the corner by the old graveyard; ;M)d fitter A few paces we shall comedo a small story ^jjd half .cottage, at-tUe foot ojf the long Densinore hi>U,"fapd 1 can point out to you tfie very cottage in which I whs born." "I shall be only too glad to see it; for this is a beautiful town On the banks of the Connecticut River, with many historic features. Is that the v house ? I see an unconscious sparkle in your eye." You have guessed it. It is the very same." A small houee^ ^t no doubt much more of a home than a Whitnfjy Palace. And so you were v born here ?" Yes, just forty-five years ago, excepting a few months." "ThtfbuildSng shovfrs the marks of age." It is doubtless a hundred years old." v t Been newly shingled?" Yas." ° 1 And clapboarded P" Yes." Repainted ?* Yes." ■- -4 Some new timbers f Yes." A new chimney ?" Yeei sir, a new chimney." It reminds me of a boy's iackkaife" How BO?" "New timbers; new chimney; new clapboards; new shingles; and still this is the house you were born in J »-■ u The location, at least The boy had owned the knife a great many years; it was the same knife; he had merely had a new handle and then a new blade; but Sir, do you wish to impose on meP" I said, now within the pale of my own castle. No, no! But see how very sure the boy was, whilst a very, very small mind can readily grasp the fact that his knife was new, that it was not the same knife at all. You seem somewhat bewildered j for now, on the very #ront-st*ps of your assumption that '•you were birn^here, you stultify yourself; yon admit that the bouse has beeta extensively changed, remodellod, and so admitting, prove ,to a pismte- t*lZ ,0' -J' r < f; Tt b i- rested party, that it is not the same bouse a+, all; therefore, from natural causes I should be led to infer that you are no the man who was born here in August,_1652." He leaned on the fence and I clenched my fist. For the first time in my history, Aristotle-like, I was "trying to establish my own identity, andjyet in the same breath was denying it. So this is the house I did not reply. A pretty place. I wouldn't mind having been born here myself. See that trailing vine; how lovingly it twines about the old porch -1, A new porch; it did not exist forty years ago. Another generation of strangers has added that." 1: tioticed his peculiar smile, but he Continued: And those honeysuckles; how dainty they look! and the corner lilacs ■" All new-all new." M Indeed!" Then turning quietly to me he con- tinued, can you put your finger on anything that is absolutely old?" I hesitated. At last I said: U WbyP": I Ob, nothing; only you said yoa were borti here in 1852. Jnst little links in the-chain of circum- stantial evidence that you were born here, that 11 all." ,c But the land is the same ? Yes, the same number of square feet." Is that the fence that was here in 1852 ?" No." Ah and was that pretty row of apple trees set out at that tiuae ? .&J No." And that hedgerow ? "No." Then if this place, land, house and all, had been transported to Africa, just as it now is, would- you have risen amorg the black sons of Africa and said: I remember, I remember, The house-where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn?'" I gnashed my teeth. It reminded me of my deal- ings with editors of my manuscripts; and yet he had left it all to me, in a certain sense it had not been necessary for me to tell him that my old knife bad had a new handle and a new blade. Bnt his questions in a way bad compelled these admissions, these criminating answers. Then you wouldn't have known the old home- stead if it had been transferred to South Africa?" "No." So it is beginning to" be a serious question whether., this, is the house or not, whether you wera born here, whether you are born at all; for you maV have been changed by the nurse. By tbe by, are you quite sure it was a boy that :wae born on the 9tb of August.. 1852 ?" Yes a lively Yankee boy I" i" Well, I am., glad that is .,se ttled for it, you had been, a girl and had stood up here as a man with your claim, it would have mixed things up not a littlej' Corner inside,") I said impatiently. I can u show you the very room in which I first opened my eyes," — r I knocked. on the door. A. little old-fashioned lady appeared, a shade of curiosity on her wrinkled features. Of My name is H&rdecrabble," I announced. George Hardecrabble.. I am, for certain reasons, interested in this house. Have you occupied it long ?" No. I moved in this summer." Who lived here before you ?" I caftnotfeay." May we come in Yea," I was born here in 1852- lly (fiend touched me on the shoulder. Ah, yes, J think I was bornliere on the 9th of August, 1852." Of course I had left the house when I was'K mere sapling, so -to speak and I had no more recollection of the exact 'disposition of its interior than the man in the moon; so I commenced gazing around inquir- ingly. Which room was it?" asked my friend. "I don't know—that is- o i. • Bonft know?" < Whyr yes. It. was ia the parlour. But I should judge that the cottage had been enlarged during the: past few years." < "It has been," prompted the old lady. "The kitchen and sitting-room are most ow." t -Ali! Will you conduct us to the room which was the parlour m 1852?" { e'I tan sllow ,outhe parlour of to-day. And she' kindly escorted us to the apartment designated. ? Is this it?" said my friend.. I-r-thiuk so." ) t 0h, be more positive. When I met you an hour" ago you would swear to anything; and now you' !:beeitate about .the very room-in which you were • What are you doiifg ?" 4IScratohing through three or four thicknesses of i ioldwall paper; didn't know but what I might come down to the original coat of 1852, and fin'd your baby initials executed on its SUIT •• -<* J- Pslmw I was barely»,y<<old when my (^lks emigrated to another part of the state. Theft11 am to understand that you have no per-P sonal proof laf your birth, but only traditional; you simply say 'I was bom here' on somebody's say- y so?" f Yes." Well, say good-by to the House l aitf going." We bade the old lady farewell, and went out.^ily mind was in a whirl. You see," said my companion, that it doesn t answer to be sure of anything. All conditions of men are sqmetirpes right,, and, ergo, sometimes wrong. One set of great men said: 'The earth is flatr, Another set of JJlep. y: .'The earth is round! My lather could pro?-#—. Is your father living ?" "-No." -'• ■- »- He can protvo nothing. My very dear sir, proof is the very last thing to turn up at the right time. You 8w-ear on your death-bed that you killea So and So. The supposed murderer is liberated. But sup- pose you said, I am the murderer,' and you should die in the next breath, how could we prove it2 We couldn't. We take it forgrapted. But in your case we are not taking anything for granted. As a matter of scientific investigation we are simply timng j to prove what, to all intents and purposes, would be accepted as an. uudeoiable fact.And yet we really cannot prove it. You don't deny this ?" I was dumb. J I So you were born here on the 9th of August, 1852? All right, my friend; I don't doubt it, only you needn't expect a court of law to believe your story. Good afternoon."

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