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The Characters HELEN, an ancient lady with modern Ideas. MENELAOS. her husband while she stayed at home. HERMIONE. her daughter and severest critic. ORESTES, her nephew—young enough to be a reformer; old enough to have ambitions. VJTEONEUS, gate-keeper by calling; philosopher bv Instinct: moralist by observation. ADRASTE, handmaiden and friend to Helen; scandal to most everybody else. CHARITAS. the lady next door. DAMASTOR, a boy who strayed from the family doorstep. CHAPTER IV “May I come in?” said Eteoneus. “I don’t wish to interrupt, but I no-

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tice that the whole family are here, and I prefer to .tell the news to you all at once.” “News about what?” said Menelaos. “About Orestes. It’s partly good news, and partly bad. In the first place, the young man has avenged his father’s death. He has killed Aegisthus.” “That’s something like!” said Menelaos. “This puts him rather high in my esteem. If it weren’t for his mother—^’ “Can’t you overlook his mother,” said Hermione, “now that he has behaved so well? Now be just, father, and admit I have chosen a good husband.” “If this qualifies for the duties of a husband, why, he qualifies,” said Helen. “But he won’t be avenging murders all his life, and I hope you will marry him, if you do, for other reasons than his adroitness in killing Aegisthus. Where is he, Eteoneus? I’d like to meet Orestes.” “He’s on the way, I understand," said Fteoneus, “but I doubt if he calls unless you give him a special invitation. He thinks the family doesn’t approve of him, with’the exception of your daughter, and just now he’s—well, rather tense and sensitive.” “I’d like very much to see him,” said Menelaos. “Is he going to return that armor you lent him, Eteoneus? It was my best set.” “Oh, he’ll bring it back, Menelaos; I fancy he’s reliable in such matters. He’ll be wanting to get away from that place as soon as he can, and this would be the natural spot for him to hurry to.” “He won’t care to stay near his mother very long,” said Helen. “This is the worst that has happened to Clytemnestra—to have her lover executed right on the estate, where she thought herself so powerful! Eteoneus, what did Clytemnestra say?” “Nothing.” “And what did she do?” “Nothing.” Helen looked at him so steadily that they all looked at her, and noticed that the color, had left her face. “You have bad news, too,” she said. “Tell us everything.” “I see you’ve guessed it,” said

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Eteoneus, “and that makes it easier to tell. Clytemnestra’s dead.” Helen rose to her feet, as if she were aboyit to leave them. Then she stood perfectly still, while the others talked. “How did she die, Eteoneus?” said Hermione. “Orestes killed her.” “No!” cried Hermione. “He killed her.” “Not his own mother!” “His own mother.” “Orestes!” “Helen,” said Menelaos, “this is a good deal worse than my brother’s death. There is no forgiveness in Heaven or on earth for such a prime. Orestes is a lost soul. I hope I may never see—” “I think Hermione is fainting,” said Helen. “I’m all right,” said Hermione. “I don’t blame you, father—it’s imposthe deepest sense of filial duty—it’s sible. Orestes loved her, and he had simply impossible!” “If you mean he didn’t do it, you’re wrong,” said Eteoneus. “He killed her. It was one filial duty against another, and he took vengeance all around. He knows you won’t like it—nobody seems to approve. That’s why he’s sensitive about coming here.” “He can never come here,” said Menelaos. “My wife knew how difficult it would be to meet the murderess of my brother; certainly she will never be asked to receive in our own house the son who killed her sister. That marriage is settled once for all. I take it your special invitation is withdrawn, Helen.” “For the time only,” said Helen. “I’m sorry for Orestes. He is a lost soul, Menelaos, but I don’t want him to be more lost than necessary. Imagine how he will feel when he realizes what he has done! Perhaps we ought to send for him now, rather than later. Yes, send for him, Menelaos!” “I'can’t follow that,” said Merielaos. ’ “Ifor I,” said Eteoneus. “These new ideas go too far. Killing Eagisthus was only proper, of course, but when it comes to killing your mother —l’ll pot open the gate to a man who has killed his own mother. I was going to tell you, as another piece of news,” continued Eteoneus, “that Pyrrhus will probably be here in a day or two. He started more quickly than we expected, and I told the man we sent, according to your instructions, not to turn him back if he had got more than halfway.” “I don’t want Orestes to come now,” said Hermione. “It would be too terrible/with the whole household around. I think I had better see him first alone.” “You’ll see him nowhere,” said

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her father. “For this family Orestes does not exist. . . .You aren’t thinking of him still as a husband, are you?” “Certainly. He is by husband.” “Hermione, don’t tell me you would marry a man who had killed his mother!” “I shall marry him.” “Don’t say that, Hermione—think what you’re saying! His wife will be as he is, the companion of his sin, utterly cursed. You will never enter a good home, nor sit down to eat with friends, nor even die in peace, nor rest in a quiet grave. “If you think you love him, remember you must have no children —the curse must die with you! I can imagine how profundly you are shocked by this horrible deed, but you don’t yet realize the horror. Think it over quietly for a few days; you’ll see that I’m right.” “You have told me the truth about my future,” said Hermione, “but it still is my future. I belong to OresI tes, to his curse, to his misery. I I could never respect myself if I deserted him now. You are adventur-

Ous In battle, so I’m told, and mother is adventurous in love. “There are people who are adventurous in duty—who will carry a thing through not because It is pleasant, nor because they like it, nor because it will make anybody happy, but because it is right.” “He probably won’t come now, anyway,” said Eteoneus. “I remember they say he is going on a religious journey, a pilgrimage to a shrine somewhere, to see if he can rest his mind. One way and another, your relatives do a lot of traveling, Menelaos.” “That’s in the past now,” said Menelaos. “It’s time to settle down, and my immediate family are home to stay, I believe. Hermione may think this over as long as she likes, Helen, but I shall now proceed on an entirely new plan. ‘ “I’m going to find out if Pyrrhus will marry her. You were right in the first place. If he will have her, we’ll let Orestes go on his pilgrimage, and it will be a long one. If I criticized Pyrrhus, at least it was for faults I could understand.

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“He's overrated, but he’s a real man, and he can give Hermione the kind of home she ought to have. It is providential that he got started quickly on this visit.” > “Oh, Menelaos,-you’re quite wrong to force the question again!” said Helen. “Let the whole problem rest awhile. Hermione doesn’t need to marry, if she prefers to stay with us, and certainly she must not marry a man she doesn't love.” “Now see here, Helen, you make me very angry! You stirred up this whole quarel about Pyrrhus—if it hadn’t been for you we never should have thought of him again. You’ve been persuading me Tyith all sorts of insidious arguments, and these recent events have completed my conversion. “Why do you get on the other side now? Hermione may think it over. When Pyrrhus comes, I’U speak to him. Perhaps he won’t have anything to do with us, but if he’ll consider the proposal, we’ll go on from there.” “Now, I wonder why Helen went with her,” said Menelaos. “II like

to hear what they’re saying to each other, in private. Why do you think my wife has changed her mind about Pyrrhus?” “She hasn’t, I should say, but she rees it’s useless,” said Eteoneus. “Your daughter’s going to marry Orestes. I don’t know hqw, nor when, but Orestes is as good as a married man from now on. “A sense of duty once roused is an awful thing, Menelaos. Women have such a turn for making it fit in with what they want to do anyway. * “She’ll marry him, and later on he’ll hear, from time to time, of the sacrifices she made for his benefit. Poor devil!” “But she went out quite docile,” said Menelaos. “She practically gave in to me, didn’t you notice? And I count on Helen to follow up the advantage when they're alone. She wants Pyrrhus more than I do, and she must abhor the thought of Orestes now." “That’s so, but your wife is pretty shrewd, I must say, in tho way she retires from an argument. She seems to know when she has won It,

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and also when she has lost It. That's rare in a woman. “It’s Helen’s gift for accepting a fact that makes her so hard to manage. Herimone may have been docile; my guess is that Helen Is trying to find out, at this very minute, whether she is or not.” “You may be right," said Menelaos. “I’d like to know where you learned so much about women.” "1 know too much,” said Eteoneus, "and in .this house I’m constantly reminded of all I know. I ought to be In a place where I could forget some of it. I’ve been thinking over my retirement, as you suggested. Next week, when you're more at leisure, I’d like to come ( ln and talk with you about it.” (To be continued)

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