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, The Man Who Could, Work Miracles, , HG. Wells, eee, , he was thirty years old, Fotheringay did not believe, , iracles. Indeed he discovered his extraordinary powers, , n he was saying that miracles were quite impossible.*, as having a drink at an inn called the Long Dragon., , oday Beamish disagreed with everything that, , ringay said, and drove him to the limit of his, , nce. ‘So you say,’ answered Beamish whenever, eringay spoke. *, , here were present, besides these two, a very dusty, clist, the landlord Cox and fat Miss Maybridge, who, rved the drinks. She was standing with her back to, Fotheringay, washing glasses; the others were watching, , with Mr. Beamish, Mr. Fotheringay decided to, , a special effort., ten, Mr. Beamish,’ said Mr. Fotheringay. Let us, , - understand what a miracle is. It’s something against, of nature done by the power of will, something, ldn’t happen without being specially willed.’, , say,’ said Mr. Beamish., a agreed, but the innkeeper would give no, , ample,’ said Mr. Rothe ‘here ee be, , . That lamp, in the natural course oF patuy —, , is + like that upside down, could it, Beamish? es, couldn’t,’ said Beamish. 5 *, , , , , , , , , , , =a oe =, Scanned with CamScanner

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: !, 408 ¢ The Glittering Jewels: Book I, , ; ‘ *t mean to say?’, ‘And you?’ said Fotheringay: i couldn’t.’ :, ‘No,’ said Beamish une oe Paieen, Be ovties, “very welll te d stands here, perhaps, and, , someone, perhaps myself, an et eee ill —, , says to that lamp, as | mig) 8 athe, , *Turn upside down without, , and go on burning steadily,’ a, It was enough to make a, , impossible could be seen by t, , upside down in the air, burning qu, , pointing down. It was as solid as ever a lamp was., , Mr. Fotheringay stood with a finger stretched out and the, troubled face of one expecting a terrible crash. The cyclist,, who was sitting next to the lamp, put his head down and, jumped away. Everybody jumped. Miss Maybridge turned, and cried out. For nearly three seconds the lamp remained, as it was. A faint cry of pain came from Mr. Fotheringay., ‘Ae keep it up!” he said, ‘any longer.’ He took a step, ee = lamp suddenly fell, broke upon the floor,, , It was lucky that it had :, place would have boon om fife Meuiae acme gee, speak, and his remark meant that aan was the first to, fool. Fotheringay himself was actos tie eeey NaS., had happened. The astonished at the thing that, , P conversation which is, explanation of the followed gave no, , : matter, and the -., viene ly with Mr. Cox, Ea 8eneral opinion agreed, oolish trick. His own mind wes NEncee Fotheringay of a, rather agreed with the Was terribly 5, , Hic went home red-faced, , nd—Hullo!, nyone say ‘Hullo!’ The, , hem all. The lamp hung, ietly with its flame, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , the ten street lamps le, , when he founduhinesie: he passec, , able to think cleamanamannes ae = only, He had taken of © was, , with his hand in his pock

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The Man Who Could Work Miracles # 109, , time, I didn’t Want the thing to turn over,’ when he, remembered that just when he said the commanding words,, he had willed the thing that he said. His thoughts about, the whole thing were not very clear, but he decided on, another experiment., , He pointed to his candle and collected his mind, though, he felt that he did a foolish thing. ‘Be raised up,’ he said., But in a second that feeling disappeared. 'The candle was, raised, hung in the air for a moment, and then fell with a, crash on his table, leaving him in darkness., , For a time Mr. Fotheringay sat in the darkness, perfectly, still. ‘It did happen,’ he said. ‘And how I’m going to |, explain it, I don’t know.’ Unhappily he began to feel in, his pockets for a match. He could find none, and he rose, and felt on the table. ‘I wish I had a match,’ he said., He tried his coat, and there were none there, and then it, came to his mind that miracles were possible even with, matches. He stretched out a hand. ‘Let there be a match, in that hand,’ he said. He felt some light object fall across, his hand, and his fingers closed upon a match., , After several useless attempts to light this, he threw, it down; and then he thought that he might have willed, to be lit. He did so, and saw it burning on the table. He, caught it up quickly, and_ it went-out. His ideas became, wider, and he put the candle back in its place. “Here! You, be lit,’ said Mr. Fotheringay, and at once the candle was, burning. For a time he looked at it and then he met his, , own eyes in the looking glass., ‘What about miracles now?’ said Mr. Fotheringay,, , speaking to his own reflection., , The later thoughts of Mr. Fotheringay were confused., So far as he could understand, he had only to will the, things. After his first experiences, he wished to make only, _very careful experiments. But he lifted a sheet of paper,, and turned a glass of water pink and then green, and

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410 ¢ The Glittering Jewels: Book I, , n the early hours of the, , i I, t himself a new toothbrush. ee, Sning he had reached the fact that his will-power mus, , . 1 Ww, be unusual and strong. The fears of his first re eas neal, now mixed with pride and ideas oe aes a oe, the church clock striking one, oh not costae, to get into bed without further delay. 1 da, his mind that he could get rid of his duties of the next day, by using his powers. As he struggled to undress he had, a wonderful idea. ‘Let me be in bed,’ he said, and found, himself so. ‘Undressed,’ he added, and finding the sheets, cold, he said hastily, ‘and in a soft woollen nightshirt., ‘Ah!’ he said with immense enjoyment. And now let me, be comfortably asleep...’ =P a, , He awoke at his usual hour and was thoughtful all, through breakfast-time. He wandered if his experiences, might not be a dream. At last his mind turned again to, careful experiments. For example, he had three eggs for |, , _ breakfast; two were supplied by his landlady, good but, from the shop; one was a much better egg, laid, cooked, aes served by his extraordinary will. He hurried off to, work very excited, All day he could do not work because, , of his astonishing knowledge, but this di ’, : > is did, , because he did all the work by a miracle in the Inn ne, minutes. le last ten, , As the day passed, his i i hang, wonder to delight, though co is “he, , at the inn had reached his fico a It, , , , , , , , , , was Clear that he i, , articles, but Hiieteaaeth ie sat how he lifted breakable f, more as he t about Se PIN ‘d more and, property by new rm, see that he must be carey, , got them., , After supper he went out, miracles in private by the ga:, , s

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The Man Whe Could Work Miracles # 114, , There was perhaps a lack of originality in his attempts,, because, apart from his will-power, Mr. Fotheringay was, not a very unusual man. He stuck his walking-stick into, the ground and commanded the dry wood to grow flowers., The air was immediately full of the scent of roses, and by, means of a match he saw that this beautiful miracle was, indeed performed. His satisfaction was ended by advancing, footsteps. He was afraid that someone would discover his, powers and he said to the stick hastily, “Go back.’ What he, meant was ‘Change back’; but of course he was confused., The stick went backward at a high speed, and there came, a cry of anger and bad word from the advancing person., ‘Who are you throwing rose-bushes at, you fool?’ cried, , a voicg~, ‘I’m sorry,’ said Mr. Fotheringay. He saw Winch, one, , What do you mean by it?” asked the policeman. “Hullo!, It’s you, is it? The man who broke the lamp at the Long, Dragon!’, , ‘[ don’t mean anything by it,’ said Mr. Fotheringay., , ‘Nothing at all.’, ‘Why did you do it, then? Do you know that stick hurt?, Why did you do it?’, For the moment Fotheringay could not think why he had, done it. His silence seemed to anger Mr. Winch. “You've, been attacking the police, young man, this time. That’s, what you’ve done.’, ‘Listen Mr. Winch,’ said Mr. Fotheringay, angry and |, confused. ‘I am very sorry. That fact is—’, , ‘Well?’, He could think of no answer but the truth. ‘I was, , working a miracle.’ He tried to speak in a careless way,, , but he ceuldn’t., ‘Werking a—! Listen! Ben’t talk nensense. Werking a, , miracle, indeed! Miracle! Well, that’s really funny! You're