A nearly finished Faun, the head of a Niobe, the arm and hand of a Jove launching a thunderbolt, the torso of a dead sailor after shipwreck, lay amid fragments of shattered figures, grotesque images, some caricatures of his own works, and crude models of anatomy. The walls were scrawled with charcoal drawings of groups,--one day to be fashioned in sculpture,--with verses from Dante, or lines from Ta.s.so, inscribed beneath; proud resolves to a life of labor figured beside stanzas in praise of indolence and dreamy abandonment. There were pa.s.sages of Scripture, too, glorious bursts of the poetic rapture of the Psalms, intermingled with quaint remarks on life from Jean Paul or Herder. All that a discordant, incoherent nature consisted of was there in some shape or other depicted; and as Billy ran his eye over this curious journal,--for such it was,--he grieved over the spirit which had dictated it.
The whole object of all his teaching had been to give a purpose to this uncertain and wavering nature, and yet everything showed him now that he had failed. The blight which had destroyed the boy"s early fortunes still worked its evil influences, poisoning every healthful effort, and dashing with a sense of shame every successful step towards fame and honor.
"Maybe he"s right after all," muttered Billy to himself. "The New World is the only place for those who have not the roots of an ancient stock to hold them in the Old. Men can be there whatever is in them, and they can be judged without the prejudices of a cla.s.s."
Having summed up, as it were, his own doubts in this remark, he proceeded with his task. While he was thus occupied, Ma.s.sy entered, and threw himself into a chair.
"There, you may give it up, Traynor. Fate is ever against us, do and decide on what we will. Your confounded omen of a Friday was right this time."
"What do you mean? Have you altered your mind?"
"I expected you to say so," said the other, bitterly. "I knew that I should meet with this mockery of my resolution, but it is uncalled for.
It is not I that have changed!"
"What is it, then, has happened,--do they refuse your pa.s.sport?"
"Not that either; I never got so far as to ask for it. The misfortune is in this wise: on going to the bank to learn the sum that lay to my credit and draw for it, I was met by the reply that I had nothing there,--not a shilling. Before I could demand how this could be the case, the whole truth suddenly flashed across my memory, and I recalled to mind how one night, as I lay awake, the thought occurred to me that it was base and dishonorable in me, now that I was come to manhood, to accept of the means of life from one who felt shame in my connection with him. "Why," thought I, "is there to be the bond of dependence where there is no tie of affection to soften its severity?" And so I arose from my bed, and wrote to Sir Horace, saying that by the same post I should remit to his banker at Naples whatever remained of my last year"s allowance, and declined in future to accept of any further a.s.sistance.
This I did the same day, and never told you of it,--partly, lest you should try to oppose me in my resolve; partly," and here his voice faltered, "to spare myself the pain of revealing my motives. And now that I have buoyed my heart up with this project, I find myself without means to attempt it. Not that I regret my act, or would recall it,"
cried he, proudly, "but that the sudden disappointment is hard to bear.
I was feeding my hopes with such projects for the future when this stunning news met me, and the thought that I am now chained here by necessity has become a torture."
"What answer did Sir Horace give to your letter?" asked Billy.
"I forget; I believe he never replied to it, or if he did, I have no memory of what he said. Stay,--there was a letter of his taken from me when I was arrested at Carrara. The seal was unbroken at the time."
"I remember the letter was given to the Minister, who has it still in his keeping."
"What care I," cried Ma.s.sy, angrily, "in whose hands it may be?"
"The Minister is not here now," said Billy, half speaking to himself, "he is travelling with the Duke; but when he comes back--"
"When he comes back!" burst in Ma.s.sy, impatiently; "with what calm philosophy you look forward to a remote future. I tell you that this scheme is now a part and parcel of my very existence. I can turn to no other project, or journey no other road in life, till at least I shall have tried it!"
"Well, it is going to work in a more humble fashion," said Billy, calmly. "Leave me to dispose of all these odds and ends here--"
"This trash!" cried the youth, fiercely. "Who would accept it as a gift?"
"Don"t disparage it; there are signs of genius even in these things; but, above all, don"t meddle with me, but just leave me free to follow my own way. There now, go back and employ yourself preparing for the road; trust the rest to me."
Ma.s.sy obeyed without speaking. It was not, indeed, that he ventured to believe in Traynor"s resources, but he was indisposed to further discussion, and longed to be in solitude once more.
It was late at night when they met again. Charles Ma.s.sy was seated at a window of his room, looking out into the starry blue of a cloudless sky, when Traynor sat down beside him. "Well," said he, gently, "it"s all done and finished. I have sold off everything, and if you will only repair the hand of the Faun, which I broke in removing, there"s nothing more wanting."
"That much can be done by any one," said Ma.s.sy, haughtily. "I hope never to set eyes on the trumpery things again."
"But I have promised you would do it," said Traynor, eagerly.
"And how--by what right could you pledge yourself for my labor? Nay,"
cried he, suddenly changing the tone in which he spoke, "knowing my wilful nature, how could you answer for what I might or might not do?"
"I knew," said Billy, slowly, "that you had a great project in your head, and that to enable you to attempt it, you would scorn to throw all the toil upon another."
"I never said I was ashamed of labor," said the youth, reddening with shame.
"If you had, I would despair of you altogether," rejoined the other.
"Well, what is it that I have to do?" said Ma.s.sy, bluntly.
"It is to remodel the arm, for I don"t think you can mend it; but you "ll see it yourself."
"Where is the figure,--in the studio?"
"No; it is in a small pavilion of a villa just outside the gates. It was while I was conveying it there it met this misfortune. There"s the name of the villa on that card. You "ll find the garden gate open, and by taking the path through the olive wood you "ll be there in a few minutes; for I must go over to-morrow to Carrara with the Niobe; the Academy has bought it for a model."
A slight start of surprise and a faint flush bespoke the proud astonishment with which he heard of this triumph; but he never spoke a word.
"If you had any pride in your works, you"d be delighted to see where the Faun is to be placed. It is in a garden, handsomer even than this here, with terraces rising one over the other, and looking out on the blue sea, from the golden strand of Via Reggio down to the headlands above Spezia. The great olive wood in the vast plain lies at your feet, and the white cliffs of Serravezza behind you."
"What care I for all this?" said Ma.s.sy, gloomily. "Benvenuto could afford to be in love with his own works,--_I_ cannot!"
Traynor saw at once the mood of mind he was in, and stole noiselessly away to his room.
CHAPTER x.x.xII. THE PAVILION IN THE GARDEN
Charles Ma.s.sy, dressed in the blouse of his daily labor, and with the tools of his craft in his hand, set out early in search of the garden indicated by Billy Traynor. A sense of hope that it was for the last time he was to exercise his art, that a new and more stirring existence was now about to open before him, made his step lighter and his spirits higher as he went. "Once amid the deep woods, and on the wide plains of the New World, I shall dream no more of what judgment men may pa.s.s upon my efforts. There, if I suffice to myself, I have no other ordeal to meet. Perils may try me, but not the whims and tastes of other men."
Thus, fancying an existence of unbounded freedom and unfettered action, he speedily traversed the olive wood, and almost ere he knew it found himself within the garden. The gorgeous profusion of beautiful flowers, the graceful grouping of shrubs, the richly perfumed air, laden with a thousand odors, first awoke him from his day dream, and he stood amazed in the midst of a scene surpa.s.sing all that he had ever conceived of loveliness. From the terrace, where under a vine trellis he was standing, he could perceive others above him rising on the mountain side, while some beneath descended towards the sea, which, blue as a turquoise, lay basking and glittering below. A stray white sail or so was to be seen, but there was barely wind to shake the olive leaves, and waft the odors of the orange and the oleander. It was yet too early for the hum of insect life, and the tricklings of the tiny fountains that sprinkled the flower-beds were the only sounds in the stillness. It was in color, outline, effect, and shadow, a scene such as only Italy can present, and Ma.s.sy drank in all its influences with an eager delight.
"Were I a rich man," said he, "I would buy this paradise. What in all the splendor of man"s invention can compare with the gorgeous glory of this flowery carpet? What frescoed ceiling could vie with these wide-leaved palms, interlaced with these twining acacias, glimpses of the blue sky breaking through? And for a mirror, there lies Nature"s own,--the great blue ocean! What a life were it, to linger days and hours here, amid such objects of beauty, having one"s thoughts ever upwards, and making in imagination a world of which these should be the types. The faintest fancies that could float across the mind in such an existence would be pleasures more real, more tangible, than ever were felt in the tamer life of the actual world."
Loitering along, he at length came upon the little temple which served as a studio, on entering which, he found his own statue enshrined in the place of honor. Whether it was the frame of mind in which he chanced to be, or that place and light had some share in the result, for the first time the figure struck him as good, and he stood long gazing at his own work with the calm eye of a critic. At length, detecting, as he deemed, some defects in design, he drew nigh, and began to correct them.
There are moments in which the mind attains the highest and clearest perception,--seasons in which, whatever the nature of the mental operation, the faculties address themselves readily to the task, and labor becomes less a toil than an actual pleasure. This was such. Ma.s.sy worked on for hours; his conceptions grew rapidly under his hand into bold realities, and he saw that he was succeeding. It was not alone that he had imparted a more graceful and lighter beauty to his statue, but he felt within himself the promptings of a spirit that grew with each new suggestion of its own. Efforts that before had seemed above him he now essayed boldly; difficulties that once had appeared insurmountable he now encountered with courageous daring. Thus striving, he lost all sense of fatigue. Hunger and exhaustion were alike unremembered, and it was already late in the afternoon, as, overcome by continued toil, he threw himself heavily down, and sank off into a deep sleep.
It was nigh sunset as he awoke. The distant bell of a monastery was ringing the hour of evening prayer, the solemn chime of the "Venti quattro," as he leaned on his arm and gazed in astonishment around him. The whole seemed like a dream. On every side were objects new and strange to, his eyes,--casts and models he had never seen before busts and statues and studies all unknown to him. At last his eyes rested on the Faun, and he remembered at once where he was. The languor of excessive fatigue, however, still oppressed him, and he was about to lie back again in sleep, when, bending gently over him, a young girl, with a low, soft accent, asked if he felt ill, or only tired.
Ma.s.sy gazed, without speaking, at features regular as the most cla.s.sic model, and whose paleness almost gave them the calm beauty of the marble. His steady stare slightly colored her cheek, and made her voice falter a little as she repeated her question.
"I scarcely know," said he, sighing heavily. "I feel as though this were a dream, and I am afraid to awaken from it."
"Let me give you some wine," said she, bending down to hand him the gla.s.s; "you have over-fatigued yourself. The Faun is by your hand, is it not?"
He nodded a slow a.s.sent.
"Whence did you derive that knowledge of ancient art?" said she, eagerly. "Your figure has the light elasticity of the cla.s.sic models, and yet nothing strained or exaggerated in att.i.tude. Have you studied at Rome?"
"I could do better now," said the youth, as, rising on his elbow, he strained his eyes to examine her. "I could achieve a real success."