Two years later I found the house closed and its tenants gone.  The furniture was being sold.  In memory of them I bought the hideous flayed hand.  On the grass an enormous square block of granite bore this simple word:  “Nip.”  Above this a hollow stone offered water to the birds.  It was the grave of the monkey, who had been hanged by a young, vindictive negro servant.  It was said that this violent domestic had been forced to flee at the point of his exasperated master’s revolver.  After wandering about without home or food for several days, he returned and began to peddle barley-sugar in the streets.  He was expelled from the country after he had almost strangled a displeased customer.

The world would be gayer if one could often meet homes like that.

This story appeared in the “Gaulois,” November 29, 1882.  It was the original sketch for the introductory study of Swinburne, written by Maupassant for the French translation by Gabriel Mourey of “Poems and Ballads.”

MAGNETISM

It was a men’s dinner party, and they were sitting over their cigars and brandy and discussing magnetism.  Donato’s tricks and Charcot’s experiments.  Presently, the sceptical, easy-going men, who cared nothing for religion of any sort, began telling stories of strange occurrences, incredible things which, nevertheless, had really occurred, so they said, falling back into superstitious beliefs, clinging to these last remnants of the marvellous, becoming devotees of this mystery of magnetism, defending it in the name of science.  There was only one person who smiled, a vigorous young fellow, a great ladies’ man who was so incredulous that he would not even enter upon a discussion of such matters.

He repeated with a sneer: 

“Humbug! humbug! humbug!  We need not discuss Donato, who is merely a very smart juggler.  As for M. Charcot, who is said to be a remarkable man of science, he produces on me the effect of those story-tellers of the school of Edgar Poe, who end by going mad through constantly reflecting on queer cases of insanity.  He has authenticated some cases of unexplained and inexplicable nervous phenomena; he makes his way into that unknown region which men are exploring every day, and unable always to understand what he sees, he recalls, perhaps, the ecclesiastical interpretation of these mysteries.  I should like to hear what he says himself.”

The words of the unbeliever were listened to with a kind of pity, as if he had blasphemed in an assembly of monks.

One of these gentlemen exclaimed: 

“And yet miracles were performed in olden times.”

“I deny it,” replied the other:  “Why cannot they be performed now?”

Then, each mentioned some fact, some fantastic presentiment some instance of souls communicating with each other across space, or some case of the secret influence of one being over another.  They asserted and maintained that these things had actually occurred, while the sceptic angrily repeated: