_He Cannot, But He Does!_
Ensal Ellwood entered his room in his home in Monrovia, Liberia, West
Coast Africa, a thoroughly dejected man. He had just returned from an
extended trip in which he took a survey of his work and contemplated the
outlook. His investigations had served to increase his hopes as to the
possibilities of the African race, but he was nevertheless depressed.
Nor was this the first time during his stay in Africa that this gloomy
atmosphere seemed to envelop him. In fact, he was the subject of
frequent attacks of melancholia which the many friends that he had made
had found inexplicable.
This depression was not due to the African fever, because science had
been able to prepare his system to resist that debilitating agency.
It was not due to a want of encouragement in his plans. He had met this
on every hand. A number of Southern men in sympathy with the higher
aspirations of the Negro race, hopeless of seeing those aspirations
realized in the Southland, had placed at his disposal a large sum of
money with which to draw off the Negro population from unfriendly points
in the South and establish them in Africa.
Far sighted capitalists of America seeing in an awakened Africa a
possible market for American goods, thought it wise to keep in touch
with this young man who was to be so largely the great awakening agency.
England, France and Germany vied with each other in offering inducements
for him to devote his energies to their respective holdings. The
Republic of Liberia was wild with joy over his interest in her welfare.
The King of Abyssinia had made urgent requests for him to come to his
borders.
Thousands of cultured young men and women had caught Ensal's zeal for
the world-wide awakening of the race and were only awaiting his signal
to flock to his standard.
And yet his heart was heavy. Ensal took his seat at his desk and rested
his throbbing brow thereon. He mused to himself, saying:
"Here I am with the mightiest work of the ages on my hands, and the door
of opportunity before me, and yet, terrible, terrible thought, I see
failure written upon my skies. For my spirit lags; there is no
quickening battery at my life's center. Ah! it is awful to be dead
alive. That which would quicken my spirit and give me the needed zest
to face the work of an Atlas, the bearing of a world upon my
shoulders--that influence is far removed from me, farther than those
stretches of thousands of miles tell of."
During Ensal's absence of many months his mail had accumulated until now
he found himself face to face with a huge pile of unopened letters and
newspapers. Lifting his head from his desk, he wearily turned to his
mail.
In the pile of letters he came across one from Earl Bluefield which ran
as follows:
MY DEAR ENSAL:
There is great need of you in America at this hour, and a
golden opportunity for winning an enduring place in the history
of the world awaits you.
The repressionists of the South made their policy an issue in
the presidential campaign which has just come to a close, and
they have been most badly beaten.
As you know, statesmanship is a great passion with the South
and she is not going to remain contented in the position of
impotent isolation to which her repressionist element has
consigned her. A new order of leaders will now be put forward
as the spokesmen of the South and the fairness of their words
is going to be seized upon by the nation as offering hope for a
new order of things.
Since the liberal element among the whites of the South are to
be given a day in court, there is great need of that type of
Negroes that has standing with them. I, as you know, am
_persona non grata_. I have added to my unpopularity by the
manner in which I lambasted the repressionist element in the
campaign just closed.
Come to America and help the nation to reap the fruits of its
victory over repression.
Apart from my interest in the Negro race, which you of course
have never doubted, I have grave personal interests at stake,
and know not what I shall do if you fail the nation in this
hour of its need. A sorrow as great as the world has ever known
hangs over me and over the Negro race. Come and lift it.
EARL BLUEFIELD.
"No, I cannot go. I cannot be that near to Tiara. Heaven knows that I
would be driven mad to see, to be near that girl, and be conscious that
her love lies buried with another. No, I cannot go. America may need me,
but so does Africa, so does Africa." Such were Ensal's thoughts upon the
reading of Earl's letter.
Now all of you who believe in altruism; who believe in the giving of
one's self for others; who believe in fixedness of purpose; who have in
any wise pinned your faith to that man Ensal--let all such prepare
yourselves for evidence of the utter frailty of man. Bear in mind that
Ensal claims to seek the highest good of his race, that he has chosen
Africa as the field for the greatest service, and that he has just
rejected a proposition to return to America from an ultra-radical, who
of all men has come to regard him as the man of the hour.
Picking up a package of newspapers, he tore the wrappers off and noticed
that they were Almaville papers.
"I have seen that face before," said he, looking at the likeness of
Eunice Seabright Volrees-Bluefield reproduced in one of the papers.
He now turned to the reading matter, taking note of a column that had
blue marks calling attention thereto. This was an account of Eunice's
trial and contained in full the words of Tiara in court on that
occasion.
"O my God!" exclaimed Ensal when he came to that part of Tiara's
testimony which disclosed the fact that the Rev. Percy G. Marshall was
her brother. Now observe him, you who have faith in man.
"Landlady! landlady!" Ensal exclaimed, rushing out of his room in search
of that personage. Finding her, he said excitedly, "Put everybody in
Monrovia at work packing up my possessions, please. I must leave."
"What can this mean, pray tell. _I understood that you were to devote
your life to this work_," said the landlady, much amazed at the sudden
turn of affairs.
"What work? Life?" asked Ensal, absent-mindedly.
"The uplift of Africa, the redemption of your race," replied the
landlady.
"My _race_, dear madam, is to catch the first steamer returning to
America. Just now the whole world with me converges to that one point.
Let us be in a hurry, please."
* * * * *
As Ensal stepped off the gangplank and again touched American soil, Earl
was there to greet him. Arm in arm the two men wended their way through
the crowded streets until they reached the hotel at which Earl was
stopping.
Earl told Ensal the story of Eunice's derangement and of his quest for a
message of hope with which to effect her cure. Ensal readily grasped the
situation. At times in the past friends had hinted that the problem
would derange him.
"Let us serve each other," said Ensal. "I will go South and see what
message I can bring back for you to carry to Eunice. I will serve you
thus. While I am thus engaged there is something you can do for me. The
kissing of the Rev. Percy G. Marshall by Tiara, made known to me by poor
Gus Martin, caused me to abandon my purpose of seeking the hand of
Tiara. I wish you to go to her, and pave the way for a visit from me.
Tell her that I have always known that she was the noblest girl in all
this wide, wide world; that I looked upon the kissing incident as a pure
love affair, not knowing but that she was one who held that of one blood
God had made all the sons of men to dwell upon the face of earth; and
that I felt that death alone prevented her and the Rev. Mr. Marshall
from becoming man and wife in some other part of the world.
"Now, Earl, tell her all this. You are her brother-in-law and can find a
nice way of talking freely with her concerning the matter. May I depend
upon you?"
"To the utmost," replied Earl earnestly.
The two men now parted, each in search of hope for the other. Earl's
task was comparatively easy, for Tiara had all along fully understood
Ensal and felt no need of the assurances which Earl sought to bring.
Earl was more than happy at the outcome of his mission, happy that he
could inform Ensal that the way was now clear for him to declare himself
to Tiara.
We shall now follow Ensal to find out what measure of success attended
his mission.