Tales of Three Hemispheres | Page 3

house where no one
went, no one that is but the three grim men that dwelt there and the
secretive wife of one, and, once a year when the queer green letter
came, Amuel Sleggins the postman.
The green letter always came just as the leaves were turning, addressed
to the eldest of the three grim men, with a wonderful Chinese stamp
and the Otford post-mark, and Amuel Sleggins carried it up to the
house.
He was not afraid to go, for he always took the letter, had done so for
seven years, yet whenever summer began to draw to a close, Amuel
Sleggins was ill at ease, and if there was a touch of autumn about
shivered unduly so that all folk wondered.
And then one day a wind would blow from the East, and the wild geese
would appear, having left the sea, flying high and crying strangely, and
pass till they were no more than a thin black line in the sky like a
magical stick flung up by a doer of magic, twisting and twirling away;
and the leaves would turn on the trees and the mists be white on the
marshes and the sun set large and red and autumn would step down
quietly that night from the wold; and the next day the strange green
letter would come from China.
His fear of the three grim men and that secretive woman and their
lonely, secluded house, or else the cadaverous cold of the dying season,
rather braced Amuel when the time was come and he would step out
bolder upon the day that he feared than he had perhaps for weeks. He
longed on that day for a letter for the last house in the lane, there he
would dally and talk awhile and look on church-going faces before his
last tramp over the lonely wold to end at the dreaded door of the queer
grey house called wold-hut.
When he came to the door of wold-hut he would give the postman's
knock as though he came on ordinary rounds to a house of every day,
although no path led up to it, although the skins of weasels hung thickly

from upper windows.
And scarcely had his postman's knock rung through the dark of the
house when the eldest of the three grim men would always run to the
door. O, what a face had he. There was more slyness in it than ever his
beard could hide. He would put out a gristly hand; and into it Amuel
Sleggins would put the letter from China, and rejoice that his duty was
done, and would turn and stride away. And the fields lit up before him,
but, ominous, eager and low murmuring arose in the wold-hut.
For seven years this was so and no harm had come to Sleggins, seven
times he had gone to wold-hut and as often come safely away; and then
he needs must marry. Perhaps because she was young, perhaps because
she was fair or because she had shapely ankles as she came one day
through the marshes among the milkmaid flowers shoeless in spring.
Less things than these have brought men to their ends and been the
nooses with which Fate snared them running. With marriage curiosity
entered his house, and one day as they walked with evening through the
meadows, one summer evening, she asked him of wold-hut where he
only went, and what the folks were like that no one else had seen. All
this he told her; and then she asked him of the green letter from China,
that came with autumn, and what the letter contained. He read to her all
the rules of the Inland Revenue, he told her he did not know, that it was
not right that he should know, he lectured her on the sin of
inquisitiveness, he quoted Parson, and in the end she said that she must
know. They argued concerning this for many days, days of the ending
of summer, of shortening evenings, and as they argued autumn grew
nearer and nearer and the green letter from China.
And at last he promised that when the green letter came he would take
it as usual to the lonely house and then hide somewhere near and creep
to the window at nightfall and hear what the grim folk said; perhaps
they might read aloud the letter from China. And before he had time to
repent of that promise a cold wind came one night and the woods
turned golden, the plover went in bands at evening over the marshes,
the year had turned, and there came the letter from China. Never before
had Amuel felt such misgivings as he went his postman's rounds, never

before had he so much feared the