Marjorie Bowen - A Short Story Collection
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Margaret Gabrielle Vere Campbell was born on the 1st November 1885 on Hayling Island in Hampshire.
Her childhood was fraught with problems, her alcoholic father left early in her life and was later found dead on a London Street. Life thereafter was poverty with an uncaring mother.
However, her talents took her to the Slade School of Fine Art and later to study in Paris.
Her first fiction, written at a mere 16, was a violent medieval historical novel, ‘The Viper of Milan’. Initially rejected by several publishers it went on to become a best-seller
After this her prolific writings were the main financial support for the family. Her literary output numbered over 150 volumes, mainly under the pseudonym of Marjorie Bowen but she also used the names Joseph Shearing, George R Preedy, John Winch, Robert Paye and Margaret Campbell. Within this output she assigned the pseudonyms to the various genres she worked across, from Historical fiction to supernatural short stories.
Perhaps her best known work is the 1909 book ‘Black Magic’, a Gothic horror novel about a medieval witch.
Several of her works were also adapted into films.
She was married twice. The first to Zefferino Emilio Constanza (they had two children), who died of tuberculosis, and then to Arthur L Long (and another two children).
Marjorie Bowen died on the 23rd December 1952 at St Charles Hospital in North Kensington, London after suffering a serious concussion from a fall in her bedroom. She was 67.
Index of Contents
Decay,
Florence Flannery,
The Bishop of Hell,
The Extraordinary Adventure of Mr John Proudie,
The Pleasant Husband,
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An Introduction
Margaret Gabrielle Vere Campbell was born on the 1st November 1885 on Hayling Island in Hampshire.
Her childhood was fraught with problems, her alcoholic father left early in her life and was later found dead on a London Street. Life thereafter was poverty with an uncaring mother.
However, her talents took her to the Slade School of Fine Art and later to study in Paris.
Her first fiction, written at a mere 16, was a violent medieval historical novel, ‘The Viper of Milan’. Initially rejected by several publishers it went on to become a best-seller
After this her prolific writings were the main financial support for the family. Her literary output numbered over 150 volumes, mainly under the pseudonym of Marjorie Bowen but she also used the names Joseph Shearing, George R Preedy, John Winch, Robert Paye and Margaret Campbell. Within this output she assigned the pseudonyms to the various genres she worked across, from Historical fiction to supernatural short stories.
Perhaps her best known work is the 1909 book ‘Black Magic’, a Gothic horror novel about a medieval witch.
Several of her works were also adapted into films.
She was married twice. The first to Zefferino Emilio Constanza (they had two children), who died of tuberculosis, and then to Arthur L Long (and another two children).
Marjorie Bowen died on the 23rd December 1952 at St Charles Hospital in North Kensington, London after suffering a serious concussion from a fall in her bedroom. She was 67.
Index of Contents
Decay
Florence Flannery
The Bishop of Hell
The Extraordinary Adventure of Mr John Proudie
The Pleasant Husband
Decay
I want to write it down at once, to get it 'out of my head' as they say, though why one should suppose these things are in one's head, I don't know—they seem to me all about us, flavouring the food we eat, colouring the sky.
Of course I've got the journalist's habit of scribbling too, it is so much easier to jot things down than explain them by speech.
To us, at least.
And you are so far away it is a good excuse to send 'newsy' letters. Only, I've got a feeling that in Lima this will read, well, queer.
Still you must be interested and I must write, no, I forestall your objection, it won't do for 'copy'. I'm not spoiling a good 'scoop'.
What I have got to say can never be published.
Nor written to anyone but yourself—and you won't speak of it, I know.
Good Lord, you won't want to.
You'll remember the people as they would you—we were all in the same 'set' together for so long—I think you were the first to break away when you got this Lima job, weren't you?
And soon after that came the marriage of Cedric Halston.
You heard all about it, I sent you the 'cuttings' written by our own colleagues—you were rather fond of Halston, I think.
So was I.
Of course we were rather prejudiced by his being called Cedric and writing poetry, but it was such good stuff and he was such a decent sort and, of course, being so palpably ruined in Fleet Street! Much too good for what was too good for the rest of us, wasn't he?
And rather more poverty-stricken than anyone ought to be it seemed to me.
Lord! The sheer sordidness of Halston, 'hard-upishness'!
He couldn't write his stuff for grind and worry and despair—but the little bits that struggled through as it were, were jolly fine.
Even the old Die-hards that 'slam the door in the face of youth', etc., etc., said he was—well, the right stuff.
None of your crazy, mazy, jig-saw, jazzy poets, poison green and liver yellow, but the 'real thing'.
Like Keats.
Of course there ought to have been money in a stunt like that, being the real thing, I mean, and starving, but poor old Halston never could work it, could he? He just—starved.
Not very picturesquely.
Till he met Jennifer Harden.
(Did you ever think how wrong that 'Jennifer' was? I'd never seen the name before except signing one of those articles that begin, 'It's ever so crowded on the Riviera now, and oh my dear'—you know the patter—and the people who write it!)
You know they married—one rather wanted to jeer, but couldn't—we all sat back and looked humble.
It was so tremendous you could only describe it in terms of claptrap, 'Abelard and Heloise' a 'grande passion' and 'immortal love', 'eternal devotion', 'twin souls' and all the rest of the good old frayed symbols, old chap, but they are getting worn—I'm thinking.
You remember I sent you her photo? One of those misty affairs looking like—well, not like Jennifer Harden.
Still, she was beautiful, but out of drawing—lots of money, lots of taste, not too young, by any means—and then the 'love of a lifetime' thrown in.
She didn't mind using that phrase about him—publicly, in the woman's club she ran, and where she had met him—lured to gas on 'Truth in relation to Modesty' by the bribe of a good dinner. She also said she worshipped him—I admired her for that—you know they take a bit of saying, those sort of things now-a-days!
And he raved about her—got the rose-coloured spectacles firmly fixed and took her on as she was, 'Jennifer' and all—dashed into poetry and spread himself out over ivory pomegranates, roses, and all the rest of the irrelevant stuff we drag in to say a woman's a woman. Do you remember the old Italian who saw his beloved at the fountain and said:
'She alone of all the world is worthy to be called a woman?'
That is the prettiest compliment I know of.
Well, to return to the Halstons, they were married and I don't suppose you ever heard any more of them.
It is three years ago.
You know how lucky we all thought him—she really had such a lot of money.
And money had always been just what Halston wanted.
Of course they were very wonderful about it: he was 'so humble in his great happiness, he could not let paltry pride stand in the way', and she only 'valued her fortune in that it could minister to his genius'—a pity how all these fine sentiments slip into 'clichés'.
I suppose someone believes them, or means them, sometimes.
I wonder?
Well, they cleared out. She bought a place in Herts and called it 'Enchantment'. Why not, after all? You might really feel that, I suppose.
Well, they shut themselves in this Paradise—never came to town, hardly ever wrote—sometimes a few 'choice' poems from him, the kind that goes with handmade paper and silk ties and you keep reading over feeling sure that it means much more than it possibly could—and sometimes letters from her to 'privileged' friends (they really thought they were) letters that are like screams of happiness.
Of course we all thought it rather wonderful that they could stay shut up like that and enjoy it—it was quite a blow for the real cynics.
'A case in a million' was all they could say.
He never wrote to anyone and there was not one of us who would not have thought it cheek to write to him, we even sank to seriously thinking of him as 'a God-sent