A few days ago I picked up a copy of Dante and found myself convicted of shallowness in never having taken his passion for the cold-blooded Beatrice seriously, by finding the evidence of its absolute quality in the circle within circle of his hells and paradisos, the rhythm of aches and exaltations. And if you couldn't get that from Dante, how much less from anything I might have to say to you. After all these years I do not know what is the relation of Art to Passion, but I have experienced it. If I said anything it would be by way of persuading you that loving is not an end in itself, but the pull upward to our native heaven, which is no hymn-book heaven, but a world of the Spirit wherein things are made and remade and called good.
What I made out of it at that time was the material of a satisfying success, and though I got on without him much better than I could have expected, the fact that after all, he did not get any nearer to me than the Pacific coast, had its effect in the year's adventures.
That I missed my lover infinitely6, that I was thinned in the body by the sheer want of him, that I had moments of mad resolve, of passionate7 self-abandoning cry to him, goes without saying. One need not in a certain society, say more of love than that one has it, to be understood as well as if one displayed a yellow ribbon in the company of Orangemen, but since I couldn't say it, an opinion passed current among my friends that I was working too hard and in need of a holiday. It came around at last to Polatkin himself noticing it, though I believe with a better understanding of the reason why I should be restless and sleepless9 eyed. It was just after I had heard from Helmeth that he couldn't possibly hope to be in New York for another year, that my manager suggested that it might be good business policy for me to play a short tour in three or four of the leading cities, a strictly10 limited season which would be enough to whet11 the public appetite without satisfying it.
"What cities?"
I believe that I jumped at it in the hope somehow that it might be stretched to include Los Angeles, where Helmeth was at that moment, and where I felt sure he would come to me. When I learned, however, that nothing was contemplated12 farther west than Chicago, I lost interest. That very day I had a telegram:
"Will you marry me?
"Signed: Garrett."
It was dated at Los Angeles, and as I could think of no reason for this urgency, I concluded that it must be because the association there with the idea of me, had been too much for him, and in that new yielding of mine to the beguiling13 circumstance, I was disposed to interpret it as evidence that he was coming round. I wired back:
"If you marry my work.
"Olivia."
and prepared myself for the renewal14 of that dear struggle which, if it got us no further, at least involved us in coil upon coil of emotion, making him by the very force he spent on it, more completely mine. I expected him in every knock on the door, every foot on the stair, and had he come to me then, would no doubt have provoked him to that traditional conquest which, as it has its root in a situation made, affected15 for the express purpose of provocation16, is the worst possible basis for a successful marriage.
On the day on which at the earliest, I could have expected him from Los Angeles, I sent my maid away in order that, if I should find him there in the old place waiting for me, there should be no constraint17 on the drama of assault and surrender for which I found myself primed.
Then by degrees it began to grow plain to me that he did not mean to come, that the question and my answer to it, had carried some sort of finality to his mind that was not apparent to mine. By the time I had a letter from him, written at the mine, with no reference in it to what had passed so recently between us, I understood that he would not ask me to marry him again. He had accepted the situation of being my lover merely, and I was not any more to be vexed19 by the alternative. I said to myself that it was better to have it resolved with so little pain, and that it should be my part to see that what we were to one another was to yield its proper fruit of happiness. I found myself at a loss, however, in the application; for though you may have satisfied yourself of the moral propriety21 of dispensing22 with the convention of publicity23, you cannot very well, with a week's journey between you, get forward in the business of making a man happy. About this time Jerry began to be anxious about what I couldn't prevent showing in my face, the wasting evidence of love divided from its natural use of loving.
"You'll break down altogether," he expostulated, "and then where will I be?" He was tremendously interested in his new play, which was by far the best thing he had done, and in the process of getting it to the public he had so identified it with my interpretation24 that he was no longer able to think of the one without the other. There had come into his manner a new solicitude25 very pleasing to me, born of his sense of possession in me, in as much as I was the lovely lady of his play, and a sort of awe26 of all that I put into it that transcended27 his own notion and yet was so integral a part of it. It had brought him out of his old acceptance of me as a foil and relief for the shallow iridescence28 that other women produced in him. He had begun to have for me a little of that calculating tenderness with which a man might regard the mother of his nursing child. Night by night then as he came hovering29 about me he could not fail to observe, though he could hardly have understood it, the wearing hunger with which I came from my work, pushed on by it to more and more desperate need of loving, and drawn30 back by its unrelenting grip from the artistic ruin in which the satisfaction of that hunger would involve me. Now at his very natural expression of concern, I felt myself unaccountably irritated.
"Jerry," I demanded of him, "would it matter so much if we left off altogether writing plays and playing them? What would it matter?"
"You are in a bad way if you've begun to question that? What does living matter? We are here and we have to go on."
"Yes, but when we go on at such pains? Is there any more behind us than there is behind a ball when it is set rolling? Are we aimed at anything?"
"Oh, Lord, Olivia, what has that got to do with it?" He was sitting in my most commodious31 chair with his long knees crossed to prop20 up a manuscript from which he was reading me the notes of a tragedy he was about to undertake, and his quills32 were almost erect33 with the tweaking he had given them in the process of arriving at his climax34. It was a curious fact that the breaking off of his marriage, which in the nature of the case could not be broken off sharp but had writhed35 and frayed36 him like the twisting of a green stick, by setting Jerry free for those light adventures of the affections which had been so largely responsible for the rupture37 of his domestic relations, instead of multiplying his propensity38 by his opportunity, had landed him on a plane of self-realization in which they were no longer needful. The poet in Jerry would never be able to resist the attraction of youth and freshness, but the man in him was forever and unassailably beyond their reach. I was never more convinced of this than when he turned on this occasion from the preoccupation of his creative mood, to offer whatever his point of attachment39 life had provided him, to bridge across the chasm40 of my spirit.
"I don't see why it is important that we should know what we are working for; we might, in our confounded egotism, not approve of it, we might even think we could improve on the pattern. I write plays and you act them and a bee makes honey. I suppose there's a beekeeper about, but that's none of our business."
"Ah, if we could only be sure of that—if He would only make himself manifest; that's what I'm looking for, just a hint of what He's trying to do with us."
"Well, I can tell you: He'll smoke you out of New York and into a sanitarium, if you don't know enough to take a change and a rest."
"Poly wants me to go on the road for a while; sort of triumphal progress. He thinks applause will cure me."
"You're getting that now. What would bring you around would be a good frost."
"You wouldn't want that in Chicago?" Jerry disentangled his limbs and sat up sniffing41 the wind of success.
"If I could have you to open with my play in Chicago," he averred42 solemnly, "I'd be ready to sing the Lord Dismiss Us." He really thought so. To go back to the scene of his early struggle with his laurels43 fresh on him, to satisfy the predictions of his earliest friends and confound his detractors, above all to be received in his own country with that honour which is denied to prophets, seemed to him then almost as desirable in prospect44 as it proved in fact not to be. I found another advantage in the confusion and excitement of touring, in being able to conceal45 from myself that I hadn't had a satisfactory letter from Helmeth since the pair of telegrams that passed between us, and no letter at all for a long time. It was always possible to pretend to myself that the letters had been written but were delayed in forwarding.
It was a raw spring day when we came to Chicago, the promise of the season in the sun, denied and flouted46 by the wind. It slanted47 the tails of the labouring teams and cast over the clean furrow48, handfuls of the winter rubbish from the stubble yet unturned, and between field and field it wrung49 the tops of the leafless wood. Now and then it parted them on white painted spires50 without disturbing them or the rows of thin white gravestones. It laid bare the roots of my life to the cold blasts of memory, it rendered me again the pagan touch, the undivided part that the earth had in me. My dead were in its sod, in me the sap of its spiritual fervours and renunciations. What was I, what was my art but the flower, the bright, exotic blossom borne upon its topmost bough51, its dying top; here in its abounding52 villages, in the deep-rutted county roads was the root and trunk. Outside, the wind flicked53 the landscape like the screen of the moving picture that the swift roll of the train made of it, and I felt again the pressure of my small son upon my arm, and the pleasant stir of domesticity and the return of my man. For the last hour Jerry had come to sit in my compartment54, opposite me, and stare stonily55 out of the window; now and then his jaws56 relaxed and set again as he bit hard upon the bitter end of experience. No one, I suppose, can go through that country so teeming57 with the evidences of the common life, the common labour, the common hope of immortality58, and not feel bereft59 in as much as the circumstances of his destiny divide him from it. We passed Higgleston; beyond the roofs of it the elms that marked the cemetery60 road, gathered green. The roofs of the town were steeped in windy light. I had no impulse to stop there. I withdrew from it as one does from a private affair upon which he has stumbled unaware61. Rather it was not I who withdrew, but Life as it was lived there, turned its back upon me.
Getting in to Chicago through that smoky wooden wilderness62, within which the city obscures itself as a cuttlefish63 in its own inky cloud, I felt again the wounding and affront64, the cold shoulder lifted on my needs, the eager hand stretched out to catch my contribution. Chicago received me with its hat off, bowing to meet me, and when I remembered how nearly it had let me fall into the pit prepared for me by Griffin and the "Flim-Flams," I burned with resentment65.
It was seven years now since I had seen the city or Pauline, the only friend I had made there who could be supposed to take an interest in my coming again. I meant of course to see Pauline; we had kept up a correspondence which with the years had shown a disposition66 to confine itself to a Christmas reminder67, and an occasional marked copy of a magazine, but I meant, of course, to see her. I had trusted to her finding out through the newspapers that I would be there and on such a date. It fell in quite naturally with my inclination68, to have her card sent up to me the next morning a little after eleven. I was needing to be distracted. On my way up from breakfast I had met Jerry going down with his suit case.
"Back to New York," he admitted to my question, "as quick as I can get there."
"But with all this success ... why, they fairly stood on their feet last night."
"I know, I know," he looked unendurably harassed69. "I can't stand it, Olivia, I can't stand it. This place is full of ghosts." I remembered that both his children had been born there and that he had not seem them for more than a year, and I did not press him.
"I'll keep your end up for a week if I can," I assured him as he wrung my hand. He turned back when he was a step or two down the stair.
"Don't stay too long yourself," he admonished70. "New York's the place."
I was feeling that when Pauline came to me. It wasn't until I saw her that I realized what a distance there was—in spite of our common youth, had always been—between us. It started out for us both in the first glimpse we had of one another, in the witness in all the inconsiderable elements of line and colour which go to make up a woman's appearance, of growth and amplitude71 in me and fulfilment in hers. Pauline had been in her girlhood, if not pretty, at least what is known as an attractive girl, and though there was only a matter of months between us, it came to me with a shock that she was now, not only not particularly attractive, but middle-aged72. It was not so much in the fulness under her chin which apparently73 caused her no uneasiness, nor in the thickness of her waist, of which I was sure she made a virtue74, but in the certainty that all that was ever to happen to her in the way of illuminating75 and self-forgetting passion, had already happened.
She had reached, she must have reached about the time I was taking my flight upward by the help of Morris Polatkin, the full level of her capacity to experience. She was living still, as I saw by the card which I still held in my hand, in Evanston, and she was living there because it was no longer within the scope of her possibility to live anywhere else. All this flashed through me in the moment in which Pauline, checked by what she was able to guess of unfamiliar76 elements in me, was crossing the room and taking me by the hands in the old womanly way, keyed down to the certainty of not requiring it in her business any more. It was so patent that Pauline was now in the position of having done her duty toward life and Henry Mills, and was accepting all that came to her from it as her due, that it almost seemed for a moment that she had said something of the kind. What did pass between us besides a kiss of greeting, were some commonplaces about my being there and how pleased Henry and the children would be to see me. We sat down on a sofa together and for a moment the old girlish confidence put forth77 a tender sprig of renewal.
"So many years since we were at school together! You've gone a long way since then, Olivia."
"A long way," I admitted, but she didn't catch the double meaning the phrase had for me.
"Henry and I were talking about it this morning. And the times you had here in Chicago, you poor dear; you had to make a good many starts before you got on the right road at last."
"A great many."
"But you found out that it all came right in the end, didn't you? That it was best just for you to trust ... you used to be bitter about it ... but trusting is always best."
"Oh, if you think I've been trusting all these years ... I've been working."
"Of course, of course." Much of her old manner came back with the occasion for moralizing. "But you were too amusing, you were quite fierce with Henry because he wouldn't do anything about it." She laughed reminiscently. "And now, you see...." Her look travelled about the rose-coloured room, full of the evidence of prosperity.
"Pauline," I said, "if you are thinking that I could have gone to New York and become the success I am, without the help that you and Henry might have given me, you are making a great mistake. What did happen was that I had to accept it from a quarter where it wasn't so much to be expected, and was not nearly so agreeable."
"That man Mark Eversley found for you, you mean. Well, I suppose you did get on better for a little start."
"Start!" I cried. "Start! I had to have everything—food and clothes." A sudden recollection flashed upon me of those first days in New York, of myself become merely a dummy78 on which to hang a fat little Jew's notions of acceptable contours; the offence of it; the greater offence from which by the opportune79 appearance of the Jew I had so hardly escaped.
"Have you any idea, Pauline, what it means to have a man invest money in you?... a man like Polatkin. I was his property, a horse he had entered for the race. He had a stake on me...."
Pauline looked aghast; vague recollections of the actress heroines of fiction shaped her thought.
"You don't mean to say, Olivia, that you—that you were——"
"His mistress," I finished for her bluntly. "Is that the only thing your imagination takes offence at? Isn't it enough for me to tell you that he orders my corsets for me?" That did reach her. I could see her struggle with the habitual80 effort to put the unwelcome fact down, anywhere out of sight and knowledge, under the cotton wool of a moral sentiment. Even now if she could escape being implicated81 in my predicament by avoiding the knowledge of it, she would not only do that but convict herself of superiority as well. My gorge82 rose against it.
"But if I didn't sell myself to the Jew," I drove it home to her, "it was chiefly because he was decenter to me than the circumstance gave me a right to expect. I came near doing it for a cheaper man and for a cheaper price, a man who had deserted83 one wife, and ... a bigamist in fact. If you don't know that there were days when I would have sold myself for something to eat, it was because you didn't take the pains to."
"But you never said a word. Of course if you had told me the truth ..." she floundered and saved herself on what she believed to be a just resentment, but I had no notion of letting her off so easily. I did not know exactly how we had got launched on the subject, it had not been in my mind to do so when she came in, but all the events of the past year seemed to lead up to it, to come somehow to the point of rupture against her smooth acceptance of my success as being derived84 from the same process as her own.
"I did tell you that I was in need of money to put me in the way of earning a living," I insisted. "I did not ask you for charity; what I offered you was the chance of a business investment, one that rendered the investor85 its due return. The fact that you did not know enough about the business to know how good it was"—I forestalled86 what I saw rising to her lips—"had nothing to do with it. You were my friend and professed87 to admire my talent; I had a right to have what I said about it heard respectfully." I had got up from the pink and white sofa where our talk had begun, and was trailing about the room in my breakfast gown, and the suggestion of staginess in the way the folds of it followed my movements, irritated me with the certainty that the effect of it on Pauline would be to mitigate88 the sincerity89 of what I said.
"You'd known me long enough," I accused her, "to know that I wouldn't have asked for money until I was in the last extremity90, and then I wouldn't have asked it for myself. I don't know that it would have mattered if I had starved, but my Gift was worth saving."
"I didn't dream ..." she began. "I hadn't any idea ..."
"Well, why didn't you ask Henry, then? Henry knows what becomes of women on the stage when they can't make a living." This was nearer to the mark than I had meant to let myself go, but I could see that it carried no illumination. She drew up her wrap and braced91 herself for one more gallant92 effort.
"The things you've been through, my dear ... I don't wonder you feel bitter. But when it has all come out right, why not forget it?"
"Oh, right! Right!"
The room was full of vases and floral tokens of the triumph of the night before, and as I swung about with my arms out, disdaining93 her judgment94 of rightness for me, I knocked over a great basket of roses and orchids95 which had come from Cline and Erskine. I don't suppose Pauline had ever knocked over anything in her life, and the violence of my gesture must have stood for some unloosening of the bonds of convention, with an implication which only now began to work through to her.
"You don't mean to say, Olivia, that you ... that you are not ... not a good woman?"
"Oh," I said again, "good ... good ... what does it all mean? I'm a successful actress."
"Olivia!"
"Well, no, if you insist on knowing, I'm not what you would call a good woman." I threw it at her as though it had been a peculiar96 kind of scorn heaped up on her for being what I had just denied myself to be. I saw myself for once with all my thwarted97 and misspent instincts toward the proper destiny of women, enmeshed and crippled, not by any propensity for sinning, but by the conditions of loving which women like Pauline set up for me. "And if you want to know," I said, "why I'm not a good woman, it is because women like you don't make it seem particularly worth while."
"Oh," she gasped98, "this is horrible ... horrible!" The word came out in a whisper. I saw at last that she was done with me, that the only thought that was left to her was to get away, to put as much space as possible between us. I got around with my hand on the door to prevent her.
"Pauline, Pauline!" I cried almost wildly, as if even at the last she could have helped me from myself. "Can't you remember that we grew up together, that we had the same training, the same ideals? Can't you remember that when we began I thought that the life you had chosen for yourself was the best, that I thought I had chosen it for myself too? Only—for heaven's sake, Pauline, try to understand me—there is something that chooses for us. Don't you know that I wouldn't have been any different from what you are if I hadn't been forced? Haven't you seen how I've been beaten back from all that I tried to be? All this"—I threw out my arms, as I stood against the door, to include all that had entered by implication in our conversation—"it had to come, and it came wrong because you won't understand that a Gift has its own way with us."
I could see, though, that she wasn't understanding in the least, that she was badly scared and even indignant at being forced to listen to a justification99 of what, by her code, could have no justification. She was standing8 not far from me, crushed against the wall, as though by the weight of opprobriousness that I heaped upon her, and her whole attention was centred on the door and the chance of getting out of it and away from what, in the mere18 despair of reaching her intelligence with it, I flung out from me now wildly.
"I suppose," I scoffed100, "that it never occurs to you that a gifted woman could be as delicate and feminine as anybody, if only you didn't make her right to fostering care and protection conditional101 on her giving up her gift altogether. You," I demanded, "who tie up all the moral values of living to your own little set of behaviours, what right have you to deny us the opportunity to be loved honestly because you can't at the same time make us over into replicas102 of yourselves?"
I was sick with all the shames and struggles of the women I had known. I forgot the door and went over to her.
"You," I said, "who fatten103 your moral superiority on the best of all we produce, how do you suppose you are going to make us value the standards you set up, when the price you despise us for paying, nine times out of ten we pay to the men who belong to you? What right have you to judge what we have done when you've neither help nor understanding to offer us in the doing? What right ... what right?" For the moment I had turned away in the vehemence104 of my indignation; I was pacing up and down. In the instant when my attention was distracted from the door, Pauline made a dart105 for it. I could hear her scurrying106 down the hall, but I went on walking up and down in my room and talking aloud to her. I was beside myself with the sum of all indignities107. Was it not this set of prejudices which for the moment had presented itself in the person of Pauline Mills, which at every turn of my life had been erected108 against the bourgeoning of my gift? Was it not in the process of combating the tradition of the preciousness of women as inherent in particular occupations, that I had lost the inestimable preciousness of myself? Was it for what came out of Pauline's frame of life—I thought of Cecelia Brune here—that I had sacrificed my public possession of the man I loved. And what came out of it that was more to the world than what I had to offer? Had I cut myself off from the comfort and stability of a home, simply because in my situation as famous tragedienne I didn't see my way to bring up Helmeth's children so as to make little Pauline Millses of them? I was still raging formlessly in this fashion when Miss Summers, our ingénue, came to tell me that the cab waited to take us to the theatre for the matinée.
All through the performance, which I was told went remarkably109 well, I was conscious of nothing but the seismic110 shudders111 and upheavals112 of my world too long subjected to strain. It came back on me in intervals113 through the evening performance; I was physically114 sick with it. But by degrees through its subsidence, new worlds began to rise. By the time I left the theatre that night I knew what I would do.
It had been a mistake, a natural but cruel mistake, for Helmeth and me to suppose that a way of living could at any time be worth the very sap and source of life. Love was the central fact around which all modes and occupations should arrange themselves. Let us but love then, and live as we may. In all the world there was no need like the need I had for his breast, his arm.
Always the point of our conclusions had been that I agreed with him, that I had thought that failing to repeat the pattern of their mother in his children, I had failed in all, that I didn't any more than he see my way to keeping on with my work and meeting him at the door every night when he came home, in the sort of garment that, in the ladies' journals, went by the name of house gown. I laughed to think that we had not seen before that it was ridiculous. I had no more doubt now, no more trepidation115. What burned in me was so clear a flame that he could not but be illuminated116. Only let me find him, let me go to him again. At the hotel desk where I paused for my key I asked them to send up telegraph blanks to my room. With them came letters forwarded from New York. I started, as one does at an unexpected presence, to find an envelope among them with his familiar superscription. For the first time I would rather not have had a letter from him; it would be interposing a fresher picture between me and my new resolution, to put him for the moment farther from me.
I saw then that the letter in my hand had been posted at Los Angeles; it was as though he had leaped suddenly all that distance nearer than his Chilicojote, Mexico. I noticed that it was a very thin letter. A thousand conjectures117 rushed upon me, not one of them with any relativity to what I would find, for when I tore it open there floated out a printed slip. It was a clipping from a Pasadena newspaper and announced his engagement to Edith Stanley.
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