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The Wheels of Chance

by H。 G。 Wells 'Herbert George'






THE PRINCIPAL CHARACTER IN THE STORY

I。

If you (presuming you are of the sex that does such things)if you had gone into the Drapery Emporiumwhich is really only magnificent for shopof Messrs。 Antrobus & Co。a perfectly fictitious 〃Co。;〃 by the byeof Putney; on the 14th of August; 1895; had turned to the right…hand side; where the blocks of white linen and piles of blankets rise up to the rail from which the pink and blue prints depend; you might have been served by the central figure of this story that is now beginning。 He would have come forward; bowing and swaying; he would have extended two hands with largish knuckles and enormous cuffs over the counter; and he would have asked you; protruding a pointed chin and without the slightest anticipation of pleasure in his manner; what he might have the pleasure of showing you。 Under certain circumstancesas; for instance; hats; baby linen; gloves; silks; lace; or curtainshe would simply have bowed politely; and with a drooping expression; and making a kind of circular sweep; invited you to 〃step this way;〃 and so led you beyond his ken; but under other and happier conditions;huckaback; blankets; dimity; cretonne; linen; calico; are cases in point;he would have requested you to take a seat; emphasising the hospitality by leaning over the counter and gripping a chair back in a spasmodic manner; and so proceeded to obtain; unfold; and exhibit his goods for your consideration。 Under which happier circumstances you mightif of an observing turn of mind and not too much of a housewife to be inhumanhave given the central figure of this story less cursory attention。

Now if you had noticed anything about him; it would have been chiefly to notice how little he was noticeable。 He wore the black morning coat; the black tie; and the speckled grey nether parts (descending into shadow and mystery below the counter) of his craft。 He was of a pallid complexion; hair of a kind of dirty fairness; greyish eyes; and a skimpy; immature moustache under his peaked indeterminate nose。 His features were all small; but none ill…shaped。 A rosette of pins decorated the lappel of his coat。 His remarks; you would observe; were entirely what people used to call cliche; formulae not organic to the occasion; but stereotyped ages ago and learnt years since by heart。 〃This; madam;〃 he would say; 〃is selling very well〃 〃We are doing a very good article at four three a yard。〃 〃We could show you some。 thing better; of course。〃 〃No trouble; madam; I assure you。〃 Such were the simple counters of his intercourse。 So; I say; he would have presented himself to your superficial observation。 He would have danced about behind the counter; have neatly refolded the goods he had shown you; have put on one side those you selected; extracted a little book with a carbon leaf and a tinfoil sheet from a fixture; made you out a little bill in that weak flourishing hand peculiar to drapers; and have bawled 〃Sayn!〃 Then a puffy little shop…walker would have come into view; looked at the bill for a second; very hard (showing you a parting down the middle of his head meanwhile); have scribbled a still more flourishing J。 M。 all over the document; have asked you if there was nothing more; have stood by yousupposing that you were paying cashuntil the central figure of this story reappeared with the change。 One glance more at him; and the puffy little shop…walker would have been bowing you out; with fountains of civilities at work all about you。 And so the interview would have terminated。

But real literature; as distinguished from anecdote; does not concern itself with superficial appearances alone。 Literature is revelation。 Modern literature is indecorous revelation。 It is the duty of the earnest author to tell you what you would not have seeneven at the cost of some blushes。 And the thing that you would not have seen about this young man; and the thing of the greatest moment to this story; the thing that must be told if the book is to be written; waslet us face it bravelythe Remarkable Condition of this Young Man's Legs。

Let us approach the business with dispassionate explicitness。 Let us assume something of the scientific spirit; the hard; almost professorial tone of the conscientious realist。 Let us treat this young man's legs as a mere diagram; and indicate the points of interest with the unemotional precision of a lecturer's pointer。 And so to our revelation。 On the internal aspect of the right ankle of this young man you would have observed; ladies and gentlemen; a contusion and an abrasion; on the internal aspect of the left ankle a contusion also; on its external aspect a large yellowish bruise。 On his left shin there were two bruises; one a leaden yellow graduating here and there into purple; and another; obviously of more recent date; of a blotchy redtumid and threatening。 Proceeding up the left leg in a spiral manner; an unnatural hardness and redness would have been discovered on the upper aspect of the calf; and above the knee and on the inner side; an extraordinary expanse of bruised surface; a kind of closely stippled shading of contused points。 The right leg would be found to be bruised in a marvellous manner all about and under the knee; and particularly on the interior aspect of the knee。 So far we may proceed with our details。 Fired by these discoveries; an investigator might perhaps have pursued his inquiries further… …to bruises on the shoulders; elbows; and even the finger joints; of the central figure of our story。 He had indeed been bumped and battered at an extraordinary number of points。 But enough of realistic description is as good as a feast; and we have exhibited enough for our purpose。 Even in literature one must know where to draw the line。

Now the reader may be inclined to wonder how a respectable young shopman should have got his legs; and indeed himself generally; into such a dreadful condition。 One might fancy that he had been sitting with his nether extremities in some complicated machinery; a threshing…machine; say; or one of those hay…making furies。 But Sherlock Holmes (now happily dead) would have fancied nothing of the kind。 He would have recognised at once that the bruises on the internal aspect of the left leg; considered in the light of the distribution of the other abrasions and contusions; pointed unmistakably to the violent impact of the Mounting Beginner upon the bicycling saddle; and that the ruinous state of the right knee was equally eloquent of the concussions attendant on that person's hasty; frequently causeless; and invariably ill… conceived descents。 One large bruise on the shin is even more characteristic of the 'prentice cyclist; for upon every one of them waits the jest of the unexpected treadle。 You try at least to walk your machine in an easy manner; and whack!you are rubbing your shin。 So out of innocence we ripen。 Two bruises on that place mark a certain want of aptitude in learning; such as one might expect in a person unused to muscular exercise。 Blisters on the hands are eloquent of the nervous clutch of the wavering rider。 And so forth; until Sherlock is presently explaining; by the help of the minor injuries; that the machine ridden is an old…fashioned affair with a fork instead of the diamond frame; a cushioned tire; well worn on the hind wheel; and a gross weight all on of perhaps three…and…forty pounds。

The revelation is made。 Behind the decorous figure of the attentive shopman that I had the honour of showing you at first; rises a vision of a nightly struggle; of two dark figures and a machine in a dark road;the road; to be explicit; from Roehampton to Putney Hill;and with this vision is the sound of a heel spurning the gravel; a gasping and grunting; a shouting of 〃Steer; man; steer!〃 a wavering unsteady flight; a spasmodic turning of the missile edifice of man and machine; and a collapse。 Then you descry dimly through the dusk the central figure of this story sitting by the roadside and rubbing his leg at some new place; and his friend; sympathetic (but by no means depressed); repairing the displacement of the handle…bar。

Thus even in a shop assistant does the warmth of manhood assert itself; and drive him against all the conditions of his calling; against the counsels of prudence and the restrictions of his means; to seek the wholesome delights of exertion and danger and pain。 And our first examination of the draper reveals beneath his draperiesthe man! To which initial fact (among others) we shall come again in the end。



II

But enough of these revelations。 The central figure of our story is now going along behind the counter; a draper indeed; with your purchases in his arms; to the warehouse; where the various articles you have selected will presently be packed by the senior porter and sent to you。 Returning thence to his particular place; he lays hands on a folded piece of gingham; and gripping the corners of the folds in his hands; begins to straighten them punctiliously。 Near him is an apprentice; apprenticed to the same high calling of draper's assistant; a ruddy; red…haired lad in a very short tailless black coat and a very high collar; who is deliberately unfolding and refo

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