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part　to…night。　　Best　thing　in　the　whole　play！　　Of　course；

you　are　in　to　see　it！　　If　you　haven't　reserved　seats；　you'd

better　start　pretty　soon；　for　the　high　school　auditorium

only　seats　a　thousand。　　It's　always　jammed　at　these　home…

talent　plays。　　All　of　us　want　to　see　how　our　children　perform。〃



〃Why　yes；　of　course；〃　said　the　bewildered　Wesley。　

Then　he　hurried　to　Margaret。　　〃Say；〃　he　said；　〃there　is

going　to　be　a　play　at　the　high　school　to…night；　and　Elnora

is　in　it。　　Why　hasn't　she　told　us？〃



〃I　don't　know；〃　said　Margaret；　〃but　I'm　going。〃



〃So　am　I；〃　said　Billy。



〃Me　too！〃　said　Wesley；　〃unless　you　think　for　some

reason　she　doesn't　want　us。　　Looks　like　she　would　have

told　us　if　she　had。　　I'm　going　to　ask　her　mother。〃



〃Yes；　that's　what's　she's　been　staying　in　town　for；〃　said

Mrs。　Comstock。　　〃It's　some　sort　of　a　swindle　to　raise

money　for　her　class　to　buy　some　silly　thing　to　stick　up　in

the　school　house　hall　to　remember　them　by。　　I　don't　know

whether　it's　now　or　next　week；　but　there's　something　of　the

kind　to　be　done。〃



〃Well；　it's　to…night；〃　said　Wesley；　〃and　we　are　going。　

It's　my　treat；　and　we've　got　to　hurry　or　we　won't　get　in。　

There　are　reserved　seats；　and　we　have　none；　so　it's　the

gallery　for　us；　but　I　don't　care　so　I　get　to　take　one　good

peep　at　Elnora。〃



〃S'pose　she　plays？〃　whispered　Margaret　in　his　ear。



〃Aw；　tush！　　She　couldn't！〃　said　Wesley。



〃Well；　she's　been　doing　it　three　years　in　the　orchestra；

and　working　like　a　slave　at　it。〃



〃Oh；　well　that's　different。　　She's　in　the　play　to…night。　

Brownlee　told　me　so。　　Come　on；　quick！　　We'll　drive　and

hitch　closest　place　we　can　find　to　the　building。〃



Margaret　went　in　the　excitement　of　the　moment；　but

she　was　troubled。



When　they　reached　the　building　Wesley　tied　the　team

to　a　railing　and　Billy　sprang　out　to　help　Margaret。　

Mrs。　Comstock　sat　still。



〃Come　on；　Kate；〃　said　Wesley；　reaching　his　hand。



〃I'm　not　going　anywhere；〃　said　Mrs。　Comstock；

settling　comfortably　back　against　the　cushions。



All　of　them　begged　and　pleaded；　but　it　was　no　use。　　Not　an

inch　would　Mrs。　Comstock　budge。　　The　night　was　warm　and

the　carriage　comfortable；　the　horses　were　securely　hitched。　

She　did　not　care　to　see　what　idiotic　thing　a　pack　of　school

children　were　doing；　she　would　wait　until　the　Sintons　returned。　

Wesley　told　her　it　might　be　two　hours；　and　she　said　she　did

not　care　if　it　were　four；　so　they　left　her。



〃Did　you　ever　see　such？〃



〃Cookies！〃　cried　Billy。



〃Such　blamed　stubbornness　in　all　your　life？〃　demanded　Wesley。　

〃Won't　come　to　see　as　fine　a　girl　as　Elnora　in　a

stage　performance。　　Why；　I　wouldn't　miss　it　for　fifty　dollars！



〃I　think　it's　a　blessing　she　didn't；〃　said　Margaret　placidly。　

〃I　begged　unusually　hard　so　she　wouldn't。　　I'm　scared　of　my

life　for　fear　Elnora　will　play。〃



They　found　seats　near　the　door　where　they　could　see

fairly　well。　　Billy　stood　at　the　back　of　the　hall　and　had　a

good　view。　　By　and　by；　a　great　volume　of　sound　welled

from　the　orchestra；　but　Elnora　was　not　playing。



〃Told　you　so！〃　said　Sinton。　　〃Got　a　notion　to　go　out

and　see　if　Kate　won't　come　now。　　She　can　take　my　seat；

and　I'll　stand　with　Billy。〃



〃You　sit　　still！〃　said　Margaret　emphatically。　　〃This　is

not　over　yet。〃



So　Wesley　remained　in　his　seat。　　The　play　opened　and

progressed　very　much　as　all　high　school　plays　have　gone

for　the　past　fifty　years。　　But　Elnora　did　not　appear　in　any

of　the　scenes。



Out　in　the　warm　summer　night　a　sour；　grim　woman

nursed　an　aching　heart　and　tried　to　justify　herself。　

The　effort　irritated　her　intensely。　　She　felt　that　she

could　not　afford　the　things　that　were　being　done。　

The　old　fear　of　losing　the　land　that　she　and　Robert

Comstock　had　purchased　and　started　clearing　was　strong

upon　her。　　She　was　thinking　of　him；　how　she　needed　him；

when　the　orchestra　music　poured　from　the　open　windows

near　her。　　Mrs。　Comstock　endured　it　as　long　as　she

could；　and　then　slipped　from　the　carriage　and　fled　down

the　street。



She　did　not　know　how　far　she　went　or　how　long　she　stayed；

but　everything　was　still；　save　an　occasional　raised

voice　when　she　wandered　back。　　She　stood　looking　at

the　building。　　Slowly　she　entered　the　wide　gates　and

followed　up　the　walk。　　Elnora　had　been　coming　here　for

almost　four　years。　　When　Mrs。　Comstock　reached　the　door　she

looked　inside。　　The　wide　hall　was　lighted　with　electricity；

and　the　statuary　and　the　decorations　of　the　walls　did　not

seem　like　pieces　of　foolishness。　　The　marble　appeared

pure；　white；　and　the　big　pictures　most　interesting。　

She　walked　the　length　of　the　hall　and　slowly　read　the　titles

of　the　statues　and　the　names　of　the　pupils　who　had　donated　them。　

She　speculated　on　where　the　piece　Elnora's　class　would　buy

could　be　placed　to　advantage。



Then　she　wondered　if　they　were　having　a　large　enough

audience　to　buy　marble。　　She　liked　it　better　than　the

bronze；　but　it　looked　as　if　it　cost　more。　　How　white　the

broad　stairway　was！　　Elnora　had　been　climbing　those

stairs　for　years　and　never　told　her　they　were　marble。　

Of　course；　she　thought　they　were　wood。　　Probably　the　upper

hall　was　even　grander　than　this。　　She　went　over　to　the

fountain；　took　a　drink；　climbed　to　the　first　landing　and

looked　around　her；　and　then　without　thought　to　the　second。　

There　she　came　opposite　the　wide…open　doors　and　the

entrance　to　the　auditorium　packed　with　people　and　a

crowd　standing　outside。　　When　they　noticed　a　tall

woman　with　white　face　and　hair　and　black　dress；　one　by

one　they　stepped　a　little　aside；　so　that　Mrs。　Comstock

could　see　the　stage。　　It　was　covered　with　curtains；　and　no

one　was　doing　anything。　　Just　as　she　turned　to　go　a　sound

so　faint　that　every　one　leaned　forward　and　listened；

drifted　down　the　auditorium。　　It　was　difficult　to　tell　just

what　it　was；　after　one　instant　half　the　audience　looked

toward　the　windows；　for　it　seemed　only　a　breath　of　wind

rustling　freshly　opened　leaves；　merely　a　hint　of　stirring　air。



Then　the　curtains　were　swept　aside　swiftly。　　The　stage

had　been　transformed　into　a　lovely　little　corner　of　creation；

where　trees　and　flowers　grew　and　moss　carpeted　the　earth。　

A　soft　wind　blew　and　it　was　the　gray　of　dawn。　　Suddenly　a

robin　began　to　sing；　then　a　song　sparrow　joined　him；　and

then　several　orioles　began　talking　at　once。　　The　light　grew

stronger；　the　dew　drops　trembled；　flower　perfume　began

to　creep　out　to　the　audience；　the　air　moved　the　branches

gently　and　a　rooster　crowed。　　Then　all　the　scene　was

shaken　with　a　babel　of　bird　notes　in　which　you　could　hear

a　cardinal　whistling；　and　a　blue　finch　piping。　　Back　somewhere

among　the　high　branches　a　dove　cooed　and　then　a　horse

neighed　shrilly。　　That　set　a　blackbird　crying；　〃T'check；〃

and　a　whole　flock　answered　it。　　The　crows　began　to　caw　and

a　lamb　bleated。　　Then　the　grosbeaks；　chats；　and　vireos

had　something　to　say；　and　the　sun　rose　higher；　the　light

grew　stronger　and　the　breeze　rustled　the　treetops

loudly；　a　cow　bawled　and　the　whole　barnyard　answered。　

The　guineas　were　clucking；　the　turkey　gobbler　strutting；

the　hens　calling；　the　chickens　cheeping；　the　light　streamed

down　straight　overhead　and　the　bees　began　to　hum。　　The　air

stirred　strongly；　and　away　in　an　unseen　field　a　reaper

clacked　and　rattled　through　ripening　wheat　while　the

driver　whistled。　　An　uneasy　mare　whickered　to　her　colt；

the　colt　answered；　and　the　light　began　to　decline。　

Miles　away　a　rooster　crowed　for　twilight；　and　dusk　was

coming　down。　　Then　a　catbird　and　a　brown　thrush　sang

against　a　grosbeak　and　a　hermit　thrush。　　The　air　was

tremulous　with　heavenly　notes；　the　lights　went　out　in　the

hall；　dusk　swept　across　the　stage；　a　cricket　sang　and　a

katydid　answered；　and　a　wood　pewee　wrung　the　heart　with

its　lonesome　cry。　　Then　a　night　hawk　screamed；　a　whip…

poor…will　complained；　a　belated　killdeer　swept　the　sky；

and　the　night　wind　sang　a　louder　song。　　A　little　screech　owl

tuned　up　in　the　distance；　a　barn　owl　replied；　and　a　great

horned　owl　drowned　both　their　voices。　　The　moon　shone　and　the

scene　was　warm　with　mellow　light。　　The　bird　voices　died

and　soft　exquisite　melody　began　to　swell　and　roll。　　In　the

centre　of　the　stage；　piece　by　piece　the　grasses；　mosses　and

leaves　dropped　from　an　embankment；　the　foliage　softly

blew　away；　while　plainer　and　plainer　came　the　outlines　of　a

lovely　girl　figure　draped　in　soft　clinging　green。　　In　her

shower　of　bright　hair　a　few　green　leaves　and　white　blossoms

clung；　and　they　fell　over　her　robe　down　to　her　feet。　　Her　white

throat　and　arms　were　bare；　she　leaned　forward　a　little　and

swayed　with　the　melody；　her　eyes　fast　on　the　clouds　above　her；

her　lips　parted；　a　pink　tinge　of　exercise　in　her　cheeks　as

she　drew　her　bow。　　She　played　as　only　a　peculiar　chain　of

circumstances　puts　it　in　the　power　of　a　very　few　to　play。　

All　nature　had　grown　still；　the　violin　sobbed；　sang；

danced　and　quavered　on　alone；　no　voice　in　particular；

the　soul　of　the　melody　of　all　nature　combined　in　one

great　outpouring。



At　the　doorway；　a　white…faced　woman　endured　it　as　long

as　she　could　and　then　fell　senseless。　　The　men　nearest

carried　her　down　the　hall　to　the　fountain；　revived　her；　and

then　placed　her　in　the　carriage　to　which　she　directed　them。　

The　girl　played　on　and　never　knew。　　When　she　finished；

the　uproar　of　applause　sounded　a　block　down　the　street；　but

the　half…senseless　woman　scarcely　realized　what　it　meant。　

Then　the　girl　came　to　the　front　of　the　stage；　bowed；　and

lifting　the　violin　she　played　her　conception　of　an　invitation

to　dance。　　Every　living　soul　within　sound　of　her　notes

strained　their　nerves　to　sit　still　and　let　only　their　hearts

dance　with　her。　　When　that　began　the　woman　ran　toward

the　country。　　She　never　stopped　until　the　carriage　overtook

her　half…way　to　her　cabin。　　She　said　she　had　grown

tired　of　sitting；　and　walked　on　ahead。　　That　night