Elia Wilkinson Peattie 
Shape of Fear 

pub One.info present you this new edition. TIM O’CONNOR- who was descended from the O’Conors with one N- – started life as a poet and an enthusiast. His mother had designed him for the priesthood, and at the age of fifteen, most of his verses had an ecclesiastical tinge, but, somehow or other, he got into the newspaper business instead, and became a pessimistic gentleman, with a literary style of great beauty and an income of modest proportions. He fell in with men who talked of art for art’s sake, – though what right they had to speak of art at all nobody knew, – and little by little his view of life and love became more or less profane. He met a woman who sucked his heart’s blood, and he knew it and made no protest; nay, to the great amusement of the fellows who talked of art for art’s sake, he went the length of marrying her. He could not in decency explain that he had the traditions of fine gentlemen behind him and so had to do as he did, because his friends might not have understood. He laughed at the days when he had thought of the priesthood, blushed when he ran across any of those tender and exquisite old verses he had written in his youth, and became addicted to absinthe and other less peculiar drinks, and to gaming a little to escape a madness of ennui