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enthusiasm of a house that likes her atrociously bad per…



formance at the same time that it pretends to like mine?



If they like her; then they ought to hiss me off the stage。



We stand for things that are irreconcilable; absolutely。



You can't try to do things right and not despise the peo…



ple who do them wrong。  How can I be indifferent?  If



that doesn't matter; then nothing matters。  Well; some…



times I've come home as I did the other night when you



first saw me; so full of bitterness that it was as if my mind



were full of daggers。  And I've gone to sleep and wakened



up in the Kohlers' garden; with the pigeons and the white



rabbits; so happy!  And that saves me。〃  She sat down



on the piano bench。  Archie thought she had forgotten all



about him; until she called his name。  Her voice was soft



now; and wonderfully sweet。  It seemed to come from some…



where deep within her; there were such strong vibrations



in it。  〃You see; Dr。 Archie; what one really strives for in















art is not the sort of thing you are likely to find when



you drop in for a performance at the opera。  What one



strives for is so far away; so deep; so beautiful〃she



lifted her shoulders with a long breath; folded her hands



in her lap and sat looking at him with a resignation that



made her face noble;〃that there's nothing one can



say about it; Dr。 Archie。〃







     Without knowing very well what it was all about;



Archie was passionately stirred for her。  〃I've always be…



lieved in you; Thea; always believed;〃 he muttered。







     She smiled and closed her eyes。  〃They save me: the old



things; things like the Kohlers' garden。  They are in every…



thing I do。〃







     〃In what you sing; you mean?〃







     〃Yes。  Not in any direct way;〃she spoke hurriedly;



〃the light; the color; the feeling。  Most of all the feeling。



It comes in when I'm working on a part; like the smell of



a garden coming in at the window。  I try all the new



things; and then go back to the old。  Perhaps my feelings



were stronger then。  A child's attitude toward everything



is an artist's attitude。  I am more or less of an artist now;



but then I was nothing else。  When I went with you to



Chicago that first time; I carried with me the essentials;



the foundation of all I do now。  The point to which I could



go was scratched in me then。  I haven't reached it yet; by



a long way。〃







     Archie had a swift flash of memory。  Pictures passed



before him。  〃You mean;〃 he asked wonderingly; 〃that



you knew then that you were so gifted?〃







     Thea looked up at him and smiled。  〃Oh; I didn't know



anything!  Not enough to ask you for my trunk when I



needed it。  But you see; when I set out from Moonstone



with you; I had had a rich; romantic past。  I had lived a



long; eventful life; and an artist's life; every hour of it。



Wagner says; in his most beautiful opera; that art is only



a way of remembering youth。  And the older we grow the















more precious it seems to us; and the more richly we can



present that memory。  When we've got it all out;the



last; the finest thrill of it; the brightest hope of it;〃she



lifted her hand above her head and dropped it;〃then



we stop。  We do nothing but repeat after that。  The stream



has reached the level of its source。  That's our measure。〃







     There was a long; warm silence。  Thea was looking hard



at the floor; as if she were seeing down through years and



years; and her old friend stood watching her bent head。



His look was one with which he used to watch her long



ago; and which; even in thinking about her; had become a



habit of his face。  It was full of solicitude; and a kind of



secret gratitude; as if to thank her for some inexpressible



pleasure of the heart。  Thea turned presently toward the



piano and began softly to waken an old air:











          〃Ca' the yowes to the knowes;







           Ca' them where the heather grows;







           Ca' them where the burnie rowes;







               My bonnie dear…ie。〃











     Archie sat down and shaded his eyes with his hand。  She



turned her head and spoke to him over her shoulder。



〃Come on; you know the words better than I。  That's



right。〃











          〃We'll gae down by Clouden's side;







           Through the hazels spreading wide;







           O'er the waves that sweetly glide;







               To the moon sae clearly。







           Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;







           Thou'rt to love and Heav'n sae dear;







           Nocht of ill may come thee near;







               My bonnie dear…ie!〃











     〃We can get on without Landry。  Let's try it again; I



have all the words now。  Then we'll have ‘Sweet Afton。'



Come: ‘CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES'〃



























                                 X











     OTTENBURG dismissed his taxicab at the 91st Street



entrance of the Park and floundered across the drive



through a wild spring snowstorm。  When he reached the



reservoir path he saw Thea ahead of him; walking rapidly



against the wind。  Except for that one figure; the path was



deserted。  A flock of gulls were hovering over the reservoir;



seeming bewildered by the driving currents of snow that



whirled above the black water and then disappeared with…



in it。  When he had almost overtaken Thea; Fred called



to her; and she turned and waited for him with her back



to the wind。  Her hair and furs were powdered with snow…



flakes; and she looked like some rich…pelted animal; with



warm blood; that had run in out of the woods。  Fred



laughed as he took her hand。







     〃No use asking how you do。  You surely needn't feel



much anxiety about Friday; when you can look like



this。〃







     She moved close to the iron fence to make room for him



beside her; and faced the wind again。  〃Oh; I'm WELL enough;



in so far as that goes。  But I'm not lucky about stage



appearances。  I'm easily upset; and the most perverse



things happen。〃







     〃What's the matter?  Do you still get nervous?〃







     〃Of course I do。  I don't mind nerves so much as getting



numbed;〃 Thea muttered; sheltering her face for a mo…



ment with her muff。  〃I'm under a spell; you know; hoo…



dooed。  It's the thing I WANT to do that I can never do。



Any other effects I can get easily enough。〃







     〃Yes; you get effects; and not only with your voice。



That's where you have it over all the rest of them; you're



as much at home on the stage as you were down in















Panther Canyonas if you'd just been let out of a cage。



Didn't you get some of your ideas down there?〃







     Thea nodded。  〃Oh; yes!  For heroic parts; at least。  Out



of the rocks; out of the dead people。  You mean the idea



of standing up under things; don't you; meeting catas…



trophe?  No fussiness。  Seems to me they must have been



a reserved; somber people; with only a muscular language;



all their movements for a purpose; simple; strong; as if



they were dealing with fate bare…handed。〃  She put her



gloved fingers on Fred's arm。  〃I don't know how I can



ever thank you enough。  I don't know if I'd ever have got



anywhere without Panther Canyon。  How did you know



that was the one thing to do for me?  It's the sort of thing



nobody ever helps one to; in this world。  One can learn how



to sing; but no singing teacher can give anybody what I



got down there。  How did you know?〃







     〃I didn't know。  Anything else would have done as well。



It was your creative hour。  I knew you were getting a lot;



but I didn't realize how much。〃







     Thea walked on in silence。  She seemed to be thinking。







     〃Do you know what they really taught me?〃 she



came out suddenly。  〃They taught me the inevitable



hardness of human life。  No artist gets far who doesn't



know that。  And you can't know it with your mind。  You



have to realize it in your body; somehow; deep。  It's an



animal sort of feeling。  I sometimes think it's the strongest



of all。  Do you know what I'm driving at?〃







     〃I think so。  Even your audiences feel it; vaguely: that



you've sometime or other faced things that make you



different。〃







     Thea tu

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