How she prospered2 he never asked; for, though he met her more than once that year, the interviews were brief ones in street, concert-room, or picture-gallery, and she carefully avoided speaking of herself. But, possessing the gifted eyes which can look below the surface of things, he detected in the girl's face something better than beauty, though each time he saw it, it looked older and more thoughtful, often anxious and sad.
"She is getting on," he said to himself with a cordial satisfaction which gave his manner a friendliness3 as grateful to Psyche as his wise reticence4.
Adam was finished at last, proved a genuine success, and Paul heartily5 enjoyed the well-earned reward for years of honest work. One blithe6 May morning, he slipped early into the art-gallery, where the statue now stood, to look at his creation with paternal7 pride. He was quite alone with the stately figure that shone white against the purple draperies and seemed to offer him a voiceless welcome from its marble lips. He gave it one loving look, and then forgot it, for at the feet of his Adam lay a handful of wild violets, with the dew still on them. A sudden smile broke over his face as he took them up, with the thought, "She has been here and found my work good."
For several moments he stood thoughtfully turning the flowers to and fro in his hands; then, as if deciding some question within himself, he said, still smiling,—
"It is just a year since she went home; she must have accomplished8 something in that time; I'll take the violets as a sign that I may go and ask her what."
He knew she lived just out of the city, between the river and the mills, and as he left the streets behind him, he found more violets blooming all along the way like flowery guides to lead him right. Greener grew the road, balmier blew the wind, and blither sang the birds, as he went on, enjoying his holiday with the zest9 of a boy, until he reached a most attractive little path winding10 away across the fields. The gate swung invitingly11 open, and all the ground before it was blue with violets. Still following their guidance he took the narrow path, till, coming to a mossy stone beside a brook12, he sat down to listen to the blackbirds singing deliciously in the willows13 over head. Close by the stone, half hidden in the grass lay a little book, and, taking it up he found it was a pocket-diary. No name appeared on the fly-leaf, and, turning the pages to find some clue to its owner, he read here and there enough to give him glimpses into an innocent and earnest heart which seemed to be learning some hard lesson patiently. Only near the end did he find the clue in words of his own, spoken long ago, and a name. Then, though longing15 intensely to know more, he shut the little book and went on, showing by his altered face that the simple record of a girl's life had touched him deeply.
Soon an old house appeared nestling to the hillside with the river shining in the low green meadows just before it.
"She lives there," he said, with as much certainty as if the pansies by the door-stone spelt her name, and, knocking, he asked for Psyche.
"She's gone to town, but I expect her home every minute. Ask the gentleman to walk in and wait, Katy," cried a voice from above, where the whisk of skirts was followed by the appearance of an inquiring eye over the banisters.
The gentleman did walk in, and while he waited looked about him. The room, though very simply furnished, had a good deal of beauty in it, for the pictures were few and well chosen, the books such as never grow old, the music lying on the well-worn piano of the sort which is never out of fashion, and standing16 somewhat apart was one small statue in a recess17 full of flowers. Lovely in its simple grace and truth was the figure of a child looking upward as if watching the airy flight of some butterfly which had evidently escaped from the chrysalis still lying in the little hand.
Paul was looking at it with approving eyes when Mrs. Dean appeared with his card in her hand, three shawls on her shoulders, and in her face a somewhat startled expression, as if she expected some novel demonstration18 from the man whose genius her daughter so much admired.
"I hope Miss Psyche is well," began Paul, with great discrimination if not originality19.
The delightfully20 commonplace remark tranquillized Mrs. Dean at once, and, taking off the upper shawl with a fussy21 gesture, she settled herself for a chat.
"Yes, thank heaven, Sy is well. I don't know what would become of us if she wasn't. It has been a hard and sorrowful year for us with Mr. Dean's business embarrassments22, my feeble health, and May's death. I don't know that you were aware of our loss, sir;" and unaffected maternal23 grief gave sudden dignity to the faded, fretful face of the speaker.
Paul murmured his regrets, understanding better now the pathetic words on a certain tear-stained page of the little book still in his pocket.
"Poor dear, she suffered everything, and it came very hard upon Sy, for the child wasn't happy with any one else, and almost lived in her arms," continued Mrs. Dean, dropping the second shawl to get her handkerchief.
"Miss Psyche has not had much time for art-studies this year, I suppose?" said Paul, hoping to arrest the shower, natural as it was.
"How could she with two invalids24, the housekeeping, her father and the boys to attend to? No, she gave that up last spring, and though it was a great disappointment to her at the time, she has got over it now, I hope," added her mother, remembering as she spoke14 that Psyche even now went about the house sometimes pale and silent, with a hungry look in her eyes.
"I am glad to hear it," though a little shadow passed over his face as Paul spoke, for he was too true an artist to believe that any work could be as happy as that which he loved and lived for. "I thought there was much promise in Miss Psyche, and I sincerely believe that time will prove me a true prophet," he said, with mingled25 regret and hope in his voice, as he glanced about the room, which betrayed the tastes still cherished by the girl.
"I'm afraid ambition isn't good for women; I mean the sort that makes them known by coming before the public in any way. But Sy deserves some reward, I'm sure, and I know she'll have it, for a better daughter never lived."
Here the third shawl was cast off, as if the thought of Psyche, or the presence of a genial26 guest had touched Mrs. Dean's chilly27 nature with a comfortable warmth.
Further conversation was interrupted by the avalanche28 of boys which came tumbling down the front stairs, as Tom, Dick, and Harry29 shouted in a sort of chorus,—
"Sy, I want a lot of paste made, right off."
"Sy, I've split my jacket down the back; come sew me up, there's a dear!"
On beholding32 a stranger the young gentlemen suddenly lost their voices, found their manners, and with nods and grins took themselves away as quietly as could be expected of six clumping33 boots and an unlimited34 quantity of animal spirits in a high state of effervescence. As they trooped off, an unmistakable odor of burnt milk pervaded35 the air, and the crash of china, followed by an Irish wail36, caused Mrs. Dean to clap on her three shawls again and excuse herself in visible trepidation37.
Paul laughed quietly to himself, then turned sober and said, "Poor Psyche!" with a sympathetic sigh. He roamed about the room impatiently till the sound of voices drew him to the window to behold31 the girl coming up the walk with her tired old father leaning on one arm, the other loaded with baskets and bundles, and her hands occupied by a remarkably38 ugly turtle.
"Here we are!" cried a cheery voice, as they entered without observing the new-comer. "I've done all my errands and had a lovely time. There is Tom's gunpowder39, Dick's fishhooks, and one of Professor Gazzy's famous turtles for Harry. Here are your bundles, mother dear, and, best of all, here's father home in time for a good rest before dinner. I went to the mill and got him."
Psyche spoke as if she had brought a treasure; and so she had, for though Mr. Dean's face usually was about as expressive40 as the turtle's, it woke and warmed with the affection which his daughter had fostered till no amount of flannel41 could extinguish it. His big hand patted her cheek very gently as he said, in a tone of fatherly love and pride,—
"My little Sy never forgets old father, does she?"
"Good gracious me, my dear, there's such a mess in the kitchen! Katy's burnt up the pudding, put castor-oil instead of olive in the salad, smashed the best meat-dish, and here's Mr. Gage42 come to dinner," cried Mrs. Dean in accents of despair as she tied up her head in a fourth shawl.
"Oh, I'm so glad; I'll go in and see him a few minutes, and then I'll come and attend to everything; so don't worry, mother."
"How did you find me out?" asked Psyche as she shook hands with her guest and stood looking up at him with all the old confiding43 frankness in her face and manner.
"The violets showed me the way."
She glanced at the posy in his button-hole and smiled.
"Yes, I gave them to Adam, but I didn't think you would guess. I enjoyed your work for an hour to-day, and I have no words strong enough to express my admiration44."
"There is no need of any. Tell me about yourself: what have you been doing all this year?" he asked, watching with genuine satisfaction the serene45 and sunny face before him, for discontent, anxiety, and sadness were no longer visible there.
"I've been working and waiting," she began.
"And succeeding, if I may believe what I see and hear and read," he said, with an expressive little wave of the book as he laid it down before her.
"My diary! I didn't know I had lost it. Where did you find it?"
"By the brook where I stopped to rest. The moment I saw your name I shut it up. Forgive me, but I can't ask pardon for reading a few pages of that little gospel of patience, love, and self-denial."
She gave him a reproachful look, and hurried the telltale book out of sight as she said, with a momentary46 shadow on her face,—
"It has been a hard task; but I think I have learned it, and am just beginning to find that my dream is 'a noonday light and truth,' to me."
"Then you do not relinquish47 your hopes, and lay down your tools?" he asked, with some eagerness.
"Never! I thought at first that I could not serve two masters, but in trying to be faithful to one I find I am nearer and dearer to the other. My cares and duties are growing lighter48 every day (or I have learned to bear them better), and when my leisure does come I shall know how to use it, for my head is full of ambitious plans, and I feel that I can do something now."
All the old enthusiasm shone in her eyes, and a sense of power betrayed itself in voice and gesture as she spoke.
"I believe it," he said heartily. "You have learned the secret, as that proves."
Psyche looked at the childish image as he pointed49 to it, and into her face there came a motherly expression that made it very sweet.
"That little sister was so dear to me I could not fail to make her lovely, for I put my heart into my work. The year has gone, but I don't regret it, though this is all I have done."
"You forget your three wishes; I think the year has granted them."
"What were they?"
"To possess beauty in yourself, the power of seeing it in all things, and the art of reproducing it with truth."
She colored deeply under the glance which accompanied the threefold compliment, and answered with grateful humility,—
"You are very kind to say so; I wish I could believe it." Then, as if anxious to forget herself, she added rather abruptly,—
"I hear you think of giving your Adam a mate,—have you begun yet?"
"Yes, my design is finished, all but the face."
"I should think you could image Eve's beauty, since you have succeeded so well with Adam's."
"The features perhaps, but not the expression. That is the charm of feminine faces, a charm so subtile that few can catch and keep it. I want a truly womanly face, one that shall be sweet and strong without being either weak or hard. A hopeful, loving, earnest face with a tender touch of motherliness in it, and perhaps the shadow of a grief that has softened50 but not saddened it."
"It will be hard to find a face like that."
"I don't expect to find it in perfection; but one sometimes sees faces which suggest all this, and in rare moments give glimpses of a lovely possibility."
"I sincerely hope you will find one then," said Psyche, thinking of the dinner.
"Thank you; I think I have."
Now, in order that every one may be suited, we will stop here, and leave our readers to finish the story as they like. Those who prefer the good old fashion may believe that the hero and heroine fell in love, were married, and lived happily ever afterward51. But those who can conceive of a world outside of a wedding-ring may believe that the friends remained faithful friends all their lives, while Paul won fame and fortune, and Psyche grew beautiful with the beauty of a serene and sunny nature, happy in duties which became pleasures, rich in the art which made life lovely to herself and others, and brought rewards in time.
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friendliness
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heartily
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blithe
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paternal
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accomplished
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winding
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invitingly
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brook
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willows
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spoke
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longing
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demonstration
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originality
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delightfully
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