ured as the case might be,
entered the bath and ten minutes later might have been seen entering the
dining-room, as comfortable apparently as any one. Afterwards he
confessed to me on one of our jogs that there was something about
Culhane which _gave him confidence_ and made him believe that there
wasn't anything wrong with his heart--which there wasn't, I presume.

The intensely interesting thing about Culhane was this different, very
original and forthright if at times brutal point of view. It was a
blazing material world of which he was the center, the sun, and yet
always I had the sense of very great life. With no knowledge of or
interest in the superior mental sciences or arts or philosophies, still
he seemed to suggest and even live them. He was in his way an
exemplification of that ancient Greek regimen and stark thought which
brought back the ten thousand from Cunaxa. He seemed even to suggest in
his rough way historical perspective and balance. He knew men, and
apparently he sensed how at best and at bottom life was to be lived,
with not too much emotional or appetitive swaying in any one direction,
and not too little either.

Yet in "trapseing" about this particular realm each day with ministers,
lawyers, doctors, actors, manufacturers, papa's or mamma's young
hopefuls and petted heirs, young scapegraces and so-called "society men"
of the extreme "upper crust," stuffed and plethoric with money and as
innocent of sound knowledge or necessary energy in some instances as any
one might well be, one could not help speculating as to how it was that
such a man, as indifferent and all but discourteous as this one, could
attract them (and so many) to him. They came from all parts of
America--the Pacific, the Gulf, the Atlantic and Canada--and yet,
although they did not relish, him or his treatment of them, once here
they stayed. Walking or running or idling about with them one could
always hear from one or another that Culhane was too harsh, a "bounder,"
an "upstart," a "cheap pugilist" or "wrestler" at best (I myself thought
so at times when I was angry), yet here they were, and here I was, and
staying. He was low, vulgar--yet here we were. And yet, meditating on
him, I began to think that he was really one of the most remarkable men
I had ever known, for these people he dealt with were of all the most
difficult to deal with. In the main they were of that order or condition
of mind which springs from (1), too much we