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Butthemaidenherself——whydidhiseyesturnsooftentoher,andwhydidhe,unasked,introduceherintothesketchwithacareandlingeringdelicacyoftouchthatmadeevenherpencilledimageseemalivinggirl?Whennotaffectedorrenderedconventionalbysociety,hervoicewassingularlygirlishandnatural,andtherewouldoftenbeatoneinaplaintiveandminorkeythatvibratedlikealow,sweetchordinhisheartratherthaninhisears.Itmustbeadmittedthathegavelittleheedtothesacredwordssheread;buttheflexiblemusicofhervoice,mingledwiththemurmurofthebrook,therustleoftheleavesandtheoccasionalsongofabird,allcombinedtoformthesweetestsymphonyhehadeverheard.
Asanartistheexulted.Hishandhadnotlostitscunning,andhisrulingpassion,whichthestrangeexperiencesofthepastfewweekshadheldinabeyance,wasreassertingitselfwithafuller,richerpowerthanhehadknownbefore.ThatWASIdaMayhew\'sfacethatwasgrowingbeautifulandfullofhernewandbetterlifeunderhisappreciativeandskilfultouch,andtheconsciousnessofsuccessinthekindofeffortinwhichsuccessmeanttohimsomuch,filledhimwithastrongenthusiasm.
OnceortwiceIdaglancedshylyathim,andhisappearancedidnottendtofixherthoughtswhollyonthesacredtext.
AtlastMr.Eltingesaid:"Thatwilldoforto-day.Ithink,underthecircumstances,youhavegivenmostpraiseworthyattentiontowhatyouhaveread,andtowhatlittleIcouldsayinthewayofexplanation.Nowforthepicture,andIconfessI\'maseagerasachildtoseeit;"andtheycameandlookedoverVanBerg\'sshoulder.
AlmostinstantlyIdaclappedherhands,exclaimingwithdelight:
"Thetreeisperfect,andoh,Mr.Eltinge,Ishallalwayshaveyounow,withyourdearkindfaceturnedtowardsmeasIhaveseenitto-day!"Suddenlyhermannerchanged,andinatonefullofdisappointmentsheadded,"Oh,Mr.VanBerg,howcouldyouspoilmypicture?Youhaveputmeinit."
"Certainly,"hereplieddemurely,"youwereapartofthepicture."
"Notanecessarypart.Ididnotaskyoutodothat,"sheanswered,inawaythatprovedherfeelingswerehurt.
"Iamwillingtodomorethanyouask,andifyouinsistonitI
willeffaceyourimage,althoughIshouldmuchregrettodoso."
"Iprotestagainstthat,"criedMr.Eltinge."Sofarfromspoilingthepicture,yourbeingtheremakesitinvaluabletome.I\'mgoingtotaxMr.VanBerg\'sgenerosity,andaskforthisinthehopethathewillmakeanotherdrawingoftheoldmanandthetreeonly,foryou."
"Wouldyouliketohaveitsoverymuch?"saidIda,muchpleasedwiththisarrangement.
"Yes,mydear,verymuchindeed,andI\'llplaceitnearmyfavoritechimneycorner,whereIcanseeyouallwinter.Mr.VanBerg,Icongratulateyou;I\'mnotmuchofajudgeofart,butthisismylittlefriendhere,truetolife.YouhavebeenveryhappyincatchingtheexpressionwhichIamlearningtoknowsowell."
"Yourwordshaveafullermeaningthanyouthink,"repliedtheartist,heartily."Ihaveindeedbeenveryhappyinmywork.I
neverenjoyedamorningmoreinmylife."
"ButI\'mtogohomewithoutanypicture,"saidIda,tryingtohideherpleasurebyassumedreproachfulness.
"Thereisnopictureyet,foranyone,"heanswered,"thisisonlyasketchfromwhichIshalltrytomaketwopicturesthatwillsuggestasceneparticularlyattractivetooneofmycalling,tosaytheleast."
Asheplacedthesketchinhisbook,theworkhehadbeenengagedonthatmorningwhenIdamethimbytheroadside,droppedout,andshesawherselfleaningonthebalusterrailofthestaircase,withherhandhalfextendedasatokenofforgivenessandreconciliation.
Hercheeksflushedinstantly,butshewasabletoremarkquietly:
"Isupposethatisthewayyouartistskeepamemorandumofcurrentevents."
Herepliedgravely,butwithsomeansweringcoloralso:"Yes,MissMayhew,whenthecurrentisdeepandstrong."
VanBergfelthimselfhappyinsecuringfromMr.Eltingeaninvitationtocomeagain.Astheywereridinghome,Idaremarked,shyly:
"Ididnotknowyoucoulddrawsowell."
"NordidIeitherbefore.Thatoldgardenisenchantedground."
"Yes,"saidIda,"poorEvewasdrivenoutoftheGardenofEden,butIfeelasifIhadfoundmywayintoit.IonlywishIcouldstaythere,"andhersighwaslonganddeep.
"Doestheworldoutsideseemveryfullofthornsandthistles?"heasked,kindly.
Afteramomentshereplied,simplyandbriefly,"Yes."
Helookedathersympatheticallyforamoment,andthensaidearnestly:
"MissIda,pardonmeifIventureaprediction.Whereveryoudwell,hereafter,allthatisgoodandbeautifulinlifeandcharacterwhichthegardentypifieswillbegintotaketheplaceofthornsandthistles."
"Ihopeso,"shefaltered,"butthatinvolvesbleedinghands,Mr.
VanBerg.Iamnotcastinheroicmould.Iamweakandwavering,andasaproofIamdwellingontheverysubjectthatIhadforbidden.
Itrustthatyouwillbetoomanlytotakeadvantageofmyweaknesshenceforthandwilltrytohelpmeforgetmyself."
"Thatmaybeahardertaskthanyouthink,butIwillattemptwhateveryouask,"andfromherpleasedandinterestedexpressionitwouldseemthatduringthenexthalfhourhesucceededremarkablywell.Suddenly,asifahappythoughthadstruckhim,hesaidalittleabruptly:
"IforeseethatyouandMissBurtonaredestinedtobecomegreatfriends.Youhavenotyetlearnedwhatalovelycharactershepossessesandhowbroadanddeeparehersympathies."
Ida\'ssilencecausedhimtoturnandlookather,andhesawthatthelightandcolorhadfadedfromherface,butshesaid,emphatically:
"MissBurtonisevenmoreadmirablethanyouthinkhertobe,ifthatwerepossible."
"Iampleasedtohearoneladyspeaksostronglyandgenerouslyofanother.Itisnotusual.Ishalldomyutmosttomakeyoubetteracquaintedwitheachother,andinthispleasanttaskamsureI
shallrenderyouaverygreatservice."
"Mr.VanBerg,Ibegyouwillnot,"sheexclaimed,hastily,andhesawwithsurprisethatsheappearedpainfullyembarrassed.
"Pardonme,MissMayhew,"hesaid;"Ididnotmeantobeofficious."
Idasawnowayofextricatingherselfsavebypromptlychangingthesubject,andthisshedid;butshecouldnotfailtoobservethathercompanionwashurtbyherapparentunfriendlinesstowardsoneonwhomhebelievedhehadbestowedthebestamancouldgive.Theremainderofthedrivewasnotenjoyedbyeitherofthemastheearlierparthadbeen,andsomethinglikeconstrainttingedthemannerandwordsofboth.
AstheydroveuptothehotelStantongavealowwhistleofsurprise,butwasinnomoodforhisold-timebanter.
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WhenVanBergleftthegardenhethoughthehadlearnedtounderstandIdaalmostasclearlyashesawthepebblybedofthelittlebrookthroughthelimpidcurrentthatflowedoverit,andyetwithinabriefhalf-houranotherbafflingmysteryhadarisen.WhydidshedislikeJennieBurton?WhysheHADdislikedherwasplain,butitseemedtofollowinevitablythatonewhocouldloveoldMr.Eltingemustalsofindacongenialfriendinthewomanhesogreatlyadmired.
Astheremainderofthedaypassed,thisnewclouddarkenedandseemedtoshadowevenhimself.Whilehecoulddetectnoflawinhercourtesy,hecouldnothelpfeelingthatshemadeaconsciousefforttoavoidthemboth.Atdinnersheconversedchieflywithhercousin.VanBerg\'seyeswouldwanderoftentoherface,butsheneverlookedtowardshimunlesshespoketoher.WhenheorMissBurtonaddressedhertherewasnotatraceofcoldnessinhermannerofresponding;asuperficialobserverwouldmerelythinktheywerepeopleinwhomshewasnotespeciallyinterested.
"Poorchild,"thoughtJennieBurton,"sheactsherpartwell,"andshepuzzledtheartiststillfurtherbytakinglessnoticeofIdathanusual.
"ButwhenIthinkofit,"hemused,"it\'sjustlikemyuniquelittlefriend.Onlythoseintroubleinteresther,andMissMayhewisonastraightroadtohappinessnow,shebelieves,althoughtheyoungladyherselfseemstodreadaworldfullofthornsandthistles,andherfatherandmother,atleast,willinsureanabundanceofbothinherownhome.ButherrepulsionfromMissBurton,theveryonetowardswhomIsupposedshewouldbeattractedinhernewlife,iswhatperplexesmemost.Iimagineallwomenaremysterieswhenyoucometoscrutinizetheirmotivesandimpulsesclosely.Thetwowhohaveoccupiedmythoughtsthissummercertainlyare,andI\'llsticktopaintingifIevergetoutofthismuddle."
AfterdinnerhefoundachancetoaskStantonifMr.Mayhewwasexpectedthatevening.
"Yes,"wasthereply."InmemoryoflastSundayhewrotehewouldnotcome,butIdasentatelegramaskinghimtobeherewithoutfail.Itookitovertothestationforher,andmadesurethatmyunclereceivedit.Shewillpuzzlehimmorethanshehastherestofus,Isuppose,andIamquitecurioustoseetheresult."
Theartistmadenoreply,butwenttohisroomandtriedtoworkonhispictures.Hewasmorethancurious——hewasdeeplyinterested,butfeltthathewastrenchingondelicateground.Therelationsbetweenthefatheranddaughterweretoosacred,hebelieved,forevensympatheticobservationonhispart.
Hesoonthrewasidehiswork.Theinspirationofthemorningwasallgone,andinitsplacehadcomeanunaccountabledissatisfactionwithhimselfandtheworldingeneral.Hehadleftthegardenwithasenseofexhilarationthatmadelifeappearbeautifulandfullofrichestpromise.Hehadbeensavedfromdisasterthatwouldhavebeencrushing;hisobjectincomingtothecountryhadbeenaccomplished,andtheUndinehediscoveredHADreceivedawoman\'ssoulthatwasblendingtheperfectbutdiscordantfeaturesintoanexquisitelybeautifulface.Theresult,certainly,hadnotbeenbroughtaboutasheexpected,norinawaytendingtoincreas
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