Christine had said that she would tell her father; but on second thoughts she found that she lacked the proper courage; and so Elias, not without some trepidation13, had to take the mission upon himself. The old man, at the outset, professed14 no end of astonishment15, and considerable indignation. “So!” he cried. “I engage you to paint my daughter’s portrait, and you spend the time making love to her! A pretty kettle of fish, as I’m alive!” But by degrees his amiability16 was restored; and finally he remarked, “Well, Mr. Bacharach, though you are a Hebrew, you’re white; and any how, religion don’t worry us much in this household, and never did. I’m a Universalist, myself; and Chris—well, I guess no one knows what she is. One thing’s certain—she might have gone further, and fared worse; she might, for a fact. You’re a perfect gentleman; and you can’t help it, if you were born a Jew. You don’t look like one, and you don’t act like one. Of course, there’s your name—Bacharach—a regular jaw-breaker; but I shan’t stick on a name. It ain’t I that’s got to bear it; and so long as Chris is satisfied, it ain’t for me to grumble17. I guess she’ll smell about as sweet under it, as she does under her present one. You see, I agree with the Great Bard18. Any how, if she’s made up her mind to have ye, I suppose I’ll be obliged to say yes, sooner or later; and it’ll save time and trouble for me to say it sooner.” So it was arranged that they should be married early in the spring, that they should spend the summer traveling in Europe, and that in the autumn they should return to New York, and domicile themselves under Redwood’s roof.
“The man who marries my daughter,” stipulated19 the old gentleman, with a grim smile, “has got to marry me. I ain’t pretty, but I’m solid; and I’m not going to be separated from her in my old age. He’s got to fetch his traps, and live in this house, besides, because I’m used to it, and I don’t mean to quit it till I’m carried out horizontally. It’s big enough, and to spare, the Lord knows. Come and look it over.”
Elias followed the old man from cellar to garret. On the third floor his conductor threw open a door, and announced. “This is her room.” Elias’s memory of the few brief seconds that he had been permitted to pass upon Christine’s threshold, looking into her room, breathing the sweet air of it, and noting its hundred pretty little girlish fixings—inanimate companions of her most intimate life—thrilled in his heart many a time afterward20. Was it not for him, her lover, like a glimpse into the Holy of Holies?
They were to be married in the spring. Now it was December. Meanwhile they had nothing to do but to make the most of the present. They saw each other nearly every day; and those days on which something prevented them from seeing each other, were very long and very dark days to Elias Bacharach. How did they amuse themselves? Innocently enough, and with no sort of difficulty. If an exhaustive account of their doings were reduced to writing, it would seem very trivial and very monotonous22; but to them, basking23 in the light of new-born love, the trivial and the monotonous did not exist. High and low, far and wide, the world had been invested with the splendor24, the mystery, and the majesty25 of the golden age. Yes, indeed: the period, long or short, during which first love holds sway over our hearts, tyrant26 though the ruler be, is notoriously our golden age, never to come but once. In this respect history does not repeat itself. Elias felt that each of his five senses had been sharpened, and that, moreover, he had acquired a sixth sense, a super-sense. The homeliest things, the most familiar sights, the commonest occurrences, took on a beauty, a significance, a suggestiveness, undreamed of until now. They aroused thoughts in his brain, emotions in his breast. He had used to regard New York as a somewhat sordid27 and unpicturesque metropolis28: now he held it to be the most romantic city of the earth. Did she not dwell within its walls? Certainly, in former years, the Eighth Avenue horse-railway, with its dingy29 cars and shabby passengers, had had no special fascination30 for him; but now the bare mention of its name would rouse a sentimental31 tenderness in his bosom32. Was not that the line by which he traveled when he went to see her? Everywhere he became aware of new aspects and new influences, to which heretofore his consciousness had been hermetically sealed. In a letter written by him to Christine at about this time—for, despite the frequency of their meetings, they found it necessary to keep the post-office busied on their behalf—Elias indulges in the following rhapsody:
“I have waked up from a long sleep, a period of torpor33, diversified34 by vague dreams, into fresh, keen, sensitive life. I have begun to love; and until one begins to love, one is only half born. Until one loves, half the faculties35, half the activities, which one possesses, lie in a dormant36 state, are merely potential, latent. For love—is it not the very soul and life of life itself? I know a poem which says: ‘Through love to light! Oh, wonderful the way, that leads from darkness to the perfect day!’ That expresses exactly what I mean. The life I lived before I knew you, and began to love you, compared to the life I live now, as the dusk of early morning compares to the brilliant day that comes with the rising of the sun. Where there was chill, now there is warmth. Where there was silence, now there is music. Where there was gloom, now there is glory.
“Things that were before invisible or insignificant38, now force themselves upon my attention, and have a meaning and a solemnity. It is as though you had touched me with a vivifying wand—as though you had given me to drink of the elixir40 of life. Well, you have given me to drink of the elixir of love; and that is even more potent37 and marvelous in its effects. These are not mere9 phrases, Christine, dashed off in enthusiasm, without being weighed. They are an imperfect expression of very real and practical facts. See the direct and manifest influence that my love of you has exercised upon my work, my art. I used to tell myself, with a good deal of complacency, that the artist was a sort of priest; that he ought to be a celibate42, that he ought to consecrate43 the whole of himself to his art, that the muse21 should be his wife, that no mortal woman should divide his homage44 with her. I had one formula that pleased me especially. I said,4 The muse is a jealous mistress. She will brook45 no rivalry46. To win her favor, one must renounce47 the world, and devote himself exclusively to her service.’ And I used to fancy that I really believed this high-flown nonsense. But what sophism48! What cant39! What puerile49 pinning of my faith to a hollow set of words? For the very first requirement to successful accomplishment50 in art—what is it? Isn’t there a spiritual equipment as much needed by the artist, as indispensable to his productiveness, as his material equipment of palette, paint-tubes, and brushes? Why, the very sinequa-non is this; that he shall live. I mean, that he shall be intensely human; that he shall think clearly, feel deeply, and see truly—see the truth, the whole truth, and the very heart of the truth. Until one has lived in this sense, one’s art will never be real art. It will only be a nicer, a more complex, species of mechanics. It will be the body of art, without the spirit of it. Well, did I live, did I think, feel, see, before I knew you, and loved you? A little, perhaps; vaguely51, incompletely; by fits and starts; as in a glass, darkly. But now? Oh, it is as though you had given me a soul! You have quickened the dormant soul that was in me, given it eyes, ears, perceptions, sympathies. At last I am alive, tingling52 and throbbing53 to my finger tips with life, with warm, buoyant, intense, eager life. My existence now is a constant exaltation, a constant inspiration. Whatever my eye looks upon, whatever my ear hears, whatever my fingers touch, means something, says something to me, and wakes a response in my own heart. I think, feel, see, and consequently paint, with a zest54, an impetus55, a power, and yet a serenity56, a repose57, of which I never even had a conception in the old days, Christine! Oh, my love! ‘...When I look at you, Christine, and realize that you are my betrothed—that you love me, and that you have promised to be my wife; and when I take your little hand in mine, and stroke it, and feel its wondrous58 warmth and softness, and bring it to my lips, and breathe that most delicate fragrance59 which ever clings to it; and when I gaze into the luminous60 depths of your eyes, and behold61 your spirit burning far, far down in them: oh! my blood seems to catch fire; each breath is like a draught62 of some magic, intoxicating63 vapor64; I come near to fainting, for the great joy that fills my heart—fills it, and thrills it. I dare say all men who love, and are loved in return, are happy. But none can be so supremely65 happy as I am, so miraculously66 happy; because no one else loves you, and is loved by you. And other women are no more like you than—than dust is like fire, than glass is like diamond, than water is like wine. You mustn’t laugh at me for saying this. It is really, honestly true. They resemble you in outward form, of course; they, too, have hands and feet, shaped more or less upon the same pattern that yours are shaped upon. But you—you have something—something which I can not name or describe—something subtle, impalpable, and yet unmistakable—something supersensual, celestial—which makes you as different from them as—it is a grotesque67 comparison, but it will show you what I mean—as a magnet is different from common iron. It is a difference of quality, which I can not find any words exactly to define. I suppose really that it is simply your soul—that you have a purer, finer soul than other women. Whatever it is, I recognized it, and felt it, with a thick thrill, as one feels an electric spark, the first time I ever saw you—reflected in that old, time-stained looking-glass, between the windows in your father’s shop. I recognize and feel it perpetually, everywhere I go. All the other women that I see have about them a touch of the earth, from which you are free; and they lack that touch of heaven, which you have....
“Why, from among the millions of men upon this planet, why should I have been the one chosen to enjoy this unique rapture68? What have I done to deserve that the single peerless and perfect lady should be mine? It is incomprehensible. In a world built up of marvels69, it is the prime, the crowning, the over-topping marvel41. It would be incredible, were it not indubitably true. But sometimes, true though I know it to be, I become so acutely conscious of the wonder and incomprehensibility of it, that I doubt it in spite of myself. Then I think: may be, after all, it is a dream. At such moments, I hasten to see you, to verify it. I can not reach you quickly enough. At what a snail’s pace the horse-car drags along! How endless are the intervals70 when it stops, to take in or to let off a passenger! I count the seconds, I count the inches. All the while, my soul is trembling within me; nor does it cease to tremble, till I have crossed your threshold, and beheld71 you with my eyes, and touched you with my hands, and thus, so far as seeing and feeling are believing, convinced myself that you really exist, and that my great happiness is not a phantasm—unless indeed, my whole life is one long phantasm, one continuous dream, which sometimes I think may be the explanation of it. This great, vast happiness! It would be ungrateful and irreverent to suppose that it has fallen to my lot by mere chance or accident; and yet I can not understand why God should have so favored me above all other living men; why He should have selected me to receive the greatest blessing72 that He had to bestow—your love, my queen!”
And in a letter written by her to him, she says: “What if we had never known each other? That would have been very possible, wouldn’t it? The world is so large, and there are so many, many people, and the likelihood of any two happening to come together is so very slight, it would have been quite possible for us to have gone through life, and died, without ever having known each other. Think of the many years that we did dwell right here in the same city, without ever even knowing of each other’s existence! And yet often, perhaps, in the course of those years, we came very near together. Who can tell but that we may have sat together in the same concert-hall, listening to the same music? We may have passed each other in the street a great many times. We may even have ridden in the same horse-car together, and not have noticed each other. Isn’t it strange? But think, if I had not happened to go to my father’s shop that afternoon! Or, if you had not happened to go there, too, at just the same time! Why, then we might never have known each other at all! It takes my breath away, to think of it; doesn’t it yours? How strange and empty and incomplete our lives would have been? We should have gone through life, without ever really knowing what life meant—without ever realizing the greatness and the richness and the wonder of it. I should never have known what it was to love—for I never could have loved any one but you. Oh, how lonesome I should have been! But you—do you think you might have loved somebody else, and married her? There are so many women; but there is only one you.—— Oh, if I could only feel sure that you would always, always love me, and never get over loving me! Whenever you are away from me, I can’t help being afraid that you do not love me any more. I long so impatiently to have you come back and tell me that you do. If you ever really should get over loving me—oh, I—I would rather have you kill me right away.”
Thus these young persons pursued their billing and cooing. Thus they played their parts in the oldest of old plays, never for an instant suspecting that the same songs had been sung, the same lines declaimed, the same little scenes enacted73, the whole worn threadbare, by myriads74 of similar personages, ever since the world began; and scarcely giving a thought, either, to the time when, by and by, the curtain would be rung down, and the theater emptied, and the foot-lights put out. So shortsighted, so self-absorbed, is love. The two letters from which I have just quoted, lie before me now. It is not such a great while since they were written—not such a great while since the paper grew hot tinder the writer’s hand, and fluttered as the reader’s breath fell upon it. But the paper is quite cold now; and already the ink has begun to fade. Yet, to Christine’s pages there still clings, singularly enough, the ghost of a faint, sweet smell.
Numberless were the delightful75 hours that Elias spent painting at her portrait; and long before the spring came he had it finished. Of course, he was not satisfied with it. Of course, he found it tame and poor when compared to the original. But what true artist ever is satisfied with his own handiwork? What true lover but always will find tame and poor a portrait of his mistress? He made, besides, a great many pencil and water-color drawings of her. He never tired of striving to transfix something of her exquisite76 beauty upon the pages of his sketch-book. The effort was always a pleasure. The result was always a disappointment. He did not, however, by any means, confine these experiments to his sketch-book. All the blank paper that passed his way, ran an imminent77 risk of being seized upon, and made to bear an attempt at her likeness78. I have on my desk that volume of Rossetti’s poems, from which, on a memorable79 Sunday morning, Elias read aloud “The Blessed Damozel.” Scattered80 over the fly-leaves and the margins81 of the pages, I have counted no fewer than sixty-nine pencil studies of Christine’s face, in various stages of completion. Beneath one of these is written in Elias’s hand, “Oh, what a wonder of a woman!” and immediately following, in Christine’s, “Oh, what a goose!”
Often, if the sun shone, they would take long walks in Central Park; and Christine kept her promise to show him some of those nooks and corners which she had preempted82, and which nobody else knew the existence of. One of these speedily became a favorite resort of theirs. It was a high rock, the top of which was carpeted with many generations of pine needles, and screened from the vulgar gaze by a girdle of pine trees. Here, when the weather was warm enough, they would stop to rest for a little after their jaunts83; and here, though he never suspected it, the final chapter of Elias Bacharach’s story was destined84 to be acted out. The pine trees are still standing85 and flourishing: but they are inscrutable, and bear no record, breathe no hint, of the tender passages between these lovers, at which they were wont86 to assist.
Often, in the midst of his work in his studio, Elias would be seized by a sudden and uncontrollable desire to pay his sweetheart a visit; and would fling aside his brushes, discharge his model, hurry up-town, and ring her door-bell. Of course, unapprised of his coming, she would not always be at home; but if the maid could inform him whither she had gone, he would be sure to follow; and on more than one occasion he caught a fine cold, standing in the wind-swept-street, watching the door of the house where he knew that she was calling, and waiting to join her at her exit.
Christmas came, and New Year’s Day, and her birthday, and his. They celebrated87 all of these festivals in company. For New Year’s Eve, one of Christine’s Normal College classmates had invited her to a party. Elias naturally was her cavalier. He suffered torments88 indescribable, as she whirled through the waltz on the arm of another man—he could not dance, himself; had never learned how, poor fellow—but when, from the corner in which he was sulking alone, he saw that the heel of her slipper89 had broken off, and that her partner was holding that heel in his hand, and inspecting it with curious eyes, he could no longer contain himself. Another man to profane90 with his touch the heel of Christine’s slipper! He advanced upon the couple, scowling91 savagely92; and addressing the young man: “Give me that,” he commanded gruffly. He got hold of it, and stuck it into his pocket. Christine shot dagger-glances at him. On their way home, in the carriage, she scolded him roundly for his jealousy93 and his bad manners; but before they separated, she had forgiven him; and the padded carriage walls had witnessed a very pretty reconciliation94. That night he sat up till daybreak, writing her a letter, very penitent95, very affectionate, very voluminous. “That we should have begun the New Year with a quarrel!” was its remorseful96 burden. At eight o’clock he dispatched it by a messenger. Yet he knew that at ten o’clock that very forenoon she would be ready to receive him in proper person. But ten o’clock!
Two mortal hours! It seemed years and years away.
Time moved steadily97 forward. The winter passed. March came, an exceptionally mild, sunshiny March, much of which was spent among the pine trees in the park; then April. Their wedding-day was definitely fixed98 for the second of May. On the third, they were to set sail by the French steamship99 for Havre. Their tickets were bought, their plans were all made. The services of the clergyman who was to tie the knot, had been secured. And yet, in all these months, not a whisper of his engagement had Elias breathed to his uncle, the Rabbi Felix. From day to day, from week to week, he had put off the inevitable100 moment. He knew that nothing which the rabbi could say or do, would have the slightest effect upon him, so far as shaking his resolution was concerned; but he supposed that there would be a scene, and a very stormy and disagreeable one, and he dreaded102 it; and so he had procrastinated—or, as he phrased it, had waited for a favorable opportunity. He had gone on living in the same house, eating at the same board, with this old man, his uncle; chatting with him, even, as a precaution against possible suspicions, saying his prayers and reading his Bible with him, and all the while keeping the one dominant103 fact of his life shut close in from sight. Sometimes the secret weighed very heavily upon his mind, pressed hard for utterance104, got even so far as the tip of his tongue. But then, asking himself, “What good—what but bad—could come of my telling him?” he would decide to wait for yet another while. Perhaps the rabbi, on his side, had noticed that Elias was absent from home a good deal; but, considering his youth, and that his home was such a dull, unattractive place, what wonder? What else could be expected? I must not forget to state that some rumors105 to the effect that Elias Bach-arach intended to get married, were circulating in the Jewish world—which is, of all worlds, the one most prone106 to gossip—but these failed to specify107 the lady’s name, and took for granted that she was a Jewess; and the rabbi was far too much of a recluse108 to be reached by them, any how.
With the Redwoods Elias had been perfectly109 frank. He had said to the old man: “I suppose you will think that the only relative I have in this quarter of the world—my uncle, Dr. Gedaza—ought to call upon you; and I suppose you’ll think it very singular if he doesn’t. But I had better tell you candidly110 that he will strongly disapprove111 of my marriage, simply and solely112 on the ridiculous ground that Christine happens not to have been born a Jewess. I hope you won’t let this have the slightest influence whatever upon you; because I’m a man, of full age and sound mind, master of my own purse and person, and he’s only my uncle; and, with all due respect, I can’t see that my marriage is any of his business.” In the end, both Christine and her father had accepted Elias’s view of the case.
Time moved steadily forward, and now it was the night of Tuesday, the first of May, and to-morrow Elias’s happiness would be sealed and consummated113. He and Christine had spent a very ecstatic evening with each other; but, of course, by and by it behooved114 him to take his leave; and so, toward eleven o’clock, he rose and began the process. About midway in it, however, he broke off and said abruptly115: “Oh, by the by, I forgot to tell you something.”
“Ah?” she queried116. “What?”
“An idea I had.”
“An idea?”
“Yes; about—about breaking the news to my uncle.”
“News? What news?”
“Why, the news—the news of our marriage.”
“Why!” she exclaimed, with an expression of very serious surprise. “Do you mean to say that—that you haven’t done that yet?”
“No; not yet. That’s just the point. You see——
“Oh, Elias,” she interrupted, in a tone of emphatic117 rebuke118, “I supposed, of course, you had told him long ago. You ought to have told him. That wasn’t right.”
“What difference does it make? I have waited about it, because it would only have raised trouble between him and me, without doing a particle of good to either. There’s no end to the bother and complications it would have caused. He lives in my house, you know; and if we had had a row, he would have felt obliged to clear out, and all that. So I kept my own counsel; and I’m very glad I did. For now my idea is to say nothing to him at all; but after we’re safely aboard-ship, and started for the other side, I’ll send him a letter by the pilot. That will spare both of us a very painful and unprofitable interview.”
“Oh, but it’s not fair, it’s not honorable, it’s not respectful. He’s your uncle—your own mother’s brother—and you owe it to him not to do that—not to go and get married without even letting him know. You ought to have told him long ago. It will hurt his feelings awfully119, when he finds out how long you have kept it from him—when he finds that you have waited till the very eleventh hour. Now you must tell him right straight away—as soon as you possibly can—to-night, as soon as you reach home. Promise me that you will.”
“But, Christine—”
“No, no, no! Unless you want to make me very unhappy, you’ll promise to tell him right away. That letter by the pilot! I don’t understand how you could have thought of such a thing! It would be cruel and—and it would be cowardly! There!”
Elias tried to argue the matter. But Christine put her foot down, and vowed120, with a look of inflexible121 determination upon her gentle face, that she would never, never, forgive him, unless he made a clean breast of it to the rabbi that very night.
“But it is late. What if he should have gone to bed?” he suggested feebly.
“Then wake him up.”
Of course, before they parted, he had pledged himself to do exactly as she wished; and she, pacified122, went off to bed, whether to sleep or to lie awake, in either case, we may be sure, to dream of the happiness that was ripening123 for her in the womb of time.
Elias did not enjoy his journey home that night. His frame of mind was by no means such as, on general principles, one would expect of a man in his position—a man who had just said his last farewell to the lady whom he loved, and whom the morrow was to make his bride. His imagination running on ahead of his person, entered the rabbi’s study, and rehearsed the scene that would there shortly have to be enacted in very truth. Elias was surprised at the excessive dread101 he felt. He strove to reason it away, repeating to himself, “He can do nothing, absolutely nothing. He can only talk; and talk doesn’t hurt.” But all the same, when he arrived in front of his house, and realized that the long-deferred moment was actually at hand, his heart quaked within him, and a sudden perspiration124 broke out upon his forehead. However, there was no help for it. He had promised; and he was bound to keep his promise. So, drawing a deep breath, and swallowing his reluctance125 he opened the rabbi’s study door.
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