Aaron's rod

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AARON'S ROD
"But," said "
Aaron, "if Fortune is a female
"Fortune! Fortune! Why, Fortune is a lady. What do
you say, Major?"
"She has all the airs of one, Sir William," said the Major,
with the wistful grimness of his age and culture. And the
young fellow stared like a crucified cyclop from his one eye:
the black shutter being over the other.
"And all the graces," capped Sir William, delighted with
himself.
"Oh, quite!" said the Major. "For some, all the airs, and
for others, all the graces."
"Faint heart ne'er won fair lady, my boy," said Sir Wil-
liam. "Not that your heart is faint. On the contrary as
we know, and your country knows. But with Lady Fortune
you need another kind of stout heart oh, quite another
kind."
"I believe it, Sir: and the kind of stout heart which I am
afraid I haven't got," said the Major.
"What!" said the old man. "Show the white feather be-
fore you've tackled the lady!
Fill the Major's glass, Colonel.
I am quite sure we will none of us ever say die."
"Not likely. Not if we know it," said the Colonel, stretch-
ing himself heartily inside his tunic. He was becoming ruddier
than the cherry. All he cared about at the moment was
his gay little port glass. But the Major's young cheek was
hollow and sallow, his one eye terribly pathetic.
"And you, Mr. Sisson," said Sir William, "mean to carry
all before you by taking no thought for
now, we can only wish you success."
the morrow. Well,
"I don't want to carry all before me," said Aaron. "I
should be sorry. I want to walk past most of it."
"Can you tell us where to? I am intrigued, as Sybil says,
to know where you will walk to. Come now. Enlighten us."
"Nowhere, I suppose."
"But is that satisfactory? Can you find it satisfactory?"
"Is it even true?" said the Major. "Isn't it quite as positive
an act to walk away from a situation as to walk towards
it?"