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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