We Three

We Three, by Gouverneur Morris

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Title: We Three
Author: Gouverneur Morris
Illustrator: Henry Hutt
Release Date: June 21, 2007 [EBook #21883]
Language: English
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[Frontispiece: "Dark against the light illumination of the hall stood Lucy Fulton."]

WE THREE
BY
GOUVERNEUR MORRIS

AUTHOR OF THE SEVEN DARLINGS, ETC

ILLUSTRATED BY
HENRY HUTT

GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1913, 1916, BY THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE COMPANY

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"Dark against the light illumination of the hall stood Lucy Fulton" . . . . . . Frontispiece
"They met with an honest kiss, like lovers long parted"
"It's what you and I stood up and promised before a lot of people"
"'You are all that counts . . . you know that'"

WE THREE
I
When I know that Lucy is going to Palm Beach for the winter I shall go to Aiken. When I know that she is going to Aiken, I shall go to Palm Beach. And I shall play the same game with Bar Harbor, Newport, Europe, and other summer resorts. So we shall only meet by accident, and hardly ever. We've been asked not to.
But I ought to begin further back. It would do no harm to begin at the beginning. There is even a king's advice to that effect. Said the king in "Alice," "Begin at the Beginning, go on to the End, and then stop."
In the beginning, then: When I was a little boy, old enough to be warned against playing with matches, I began of course to think them desirable playthings, and whenever I got a chance played with them. And I never:
(1) Set myself on fire,
(2) Nor anybody else,
(3) Nor the house in which my parents lived with me.
And yet I had been told that I should do all of these things; not often perhaps, but certainly every once in a while.
Of course it is possible to do all sorts of things with a match. You may light it and blow it out, for instance. Lighted, you may put it in your mouth without burning yourself. And if you do this in the dark, the light will shine through your cheek, and if you are a fat child you will give the impression of a Hallowe'en lantern carved from a pumpkin. Or you may light the butt of your father's cigar and learn to smoke. It is one of the cheapest ways. Or you may set fire to the lower edge of the newspaper which your grandfather is reading in the big armchair by the window, and I guarantee that you will surprise him. Here is an interesting play: Light a match, blow it out, and, while the end is still red hot, touch the cook firmly on the back of the neck. If she has been reading Swinburne she will imagine that she has been kissed by a policeman. When she finds out that she hasn't she will be disappointed, and perhaps you will be disappointed, too. Oh, a match is a wonderful thing, even the wooden ones that are made on earth! You may burn a whole city to the ground. And once, I am told, there was a man who lighted a match and fired a cannon that was heard around the world.
To play with matches is one thing: to play with the fire that you have lighted, or helped light, is another. And it was not until I played with fire that I did any real harm in this world (that I know about). Playing with fire I singed a moth; I singed a butterfly, and I burnt a man.
If this was just the story of my own life I wouldn't be so impertinent as to hope that it would be interesting to anybody. It isn't my story, and no matter how much I may seem to figure in it, I am neither its hero, nor, I think, the god who started the machinery.
Thirty-five years ago I took to live with me a middle-aged couple, who had begun to fear that they were going to die without issue. Though I say it that shouldn't, I was very good to them. I let them kiss me and maul me from morning till night. Later, when I knew that it was the very worst thing in the world for me, I let them spoil me as much as they wanted to. They even gave me the man's name, without my consent, and I didn't make a row. But I did lift my head