That must have been at the very beginning."
"Yes, somewhere near the beginning. She sang one of the Rhine daughters." Fred paused and drew himself up again. "Sure, I knew it from the first note. I"d heard a good many young voices come up out of the Rhine, but, by gracious, I hadn"t heard one like that!" He fumbled for another cigarette. "Mahler was conducting that night. I met him as he was leaving the house and had a word with him. "Interesting voice you tried out this evening," I said. He stopped and smiled. "Miss Kronborg, you mean? Yes, very. She seems to sing for the idea. Unusual in a young singer." I"d never heard him admit before that a singer could have an idea. She not only had it, but she got it across. The Rhine music, that I"d known since I was a boy, was fresh to me, vocalized for the first time. You realized that she was beginning that long story, adequately, with the end in view. Every phrase she sang was basic. She simply WAS the idea of the Rhine music." Ottenburg rose and stood with his back to the fire. "And at the end, where you don"t see the maidens at all, the same thing again: two pretty voices AND the Rhine voice." Fred snapped his fingers and dropped his hand.
The doctor looked up at him enviously. "You see, all that would be lost on me," he said modestly. "I don"t know the dream nor the interpretation thereof. I"m out of it. It"s too bad that so few of her old friends can appreciate her."
"Take a try at it," Fred encouraged him. "You"ll get in deeper than you can explain to yourself. People with no personal interest do that."
"I suppose," said Archie diffidently, "that college German, gone to seed, wouldn"t help me out much. I used to be able to make my German patients understand me."
"Sure it would!" cried Ottenburg heartily. "Don"t be above knowing your libretto. That"s all very well for musicians, but common mortals like you and me have got to know what she"s singing about. Get out your dictionary and go at it as you would at any other proposition. Her diction is beautiful, and if you know the text you"ll get a great deal.
So long as you"re going to hear her, get all that"s coming to you. You bet in Germany people know their librettos by heart! You Americans are so afraid of stooping to learn anything."
"I AM a little ashamed," Archie admitted. "I guess that"s the way we mask our general ignorance. However, I"ll stoop this time; I"m more ashamed not to be able to follow her. The papers always say she"s such a fine actress." He took up the tongs and began to rearrange the logs that had burned through and fallen apart. "I suppose she has changed a great deal?" he asked absently.
"We"ve all changed, my dear Archie,--she more than most of us. Yes, and no. She"s all there, only there"s a great deal more of her. I"ve had only a few words with her in several years. It"s better not, when I"m tied up this way. The laws are barbarous, Archie."
"Your wife is--still the same?" the doctor asked sympathetically.
"Absolutely. Hasn"t been out of a sanitarium for seven years now. No prospect of her ever being out, and as long as she"s there I"m tied hand and foot. What does society get out of such a state of things, I"d like to know, except a tangle of irregularities? If you want to reform, there"s an opening for you!"
"It"s bad, oh, very bad; I agree with you!" Dr. Archie shook his head.
"But there would be complications under another system, too. The whole question of a young man"s marrying has looked pretty grave to me for a long while. How have they the courage to keep on doing it? It depresses me now to buy wedding presents." For some time the doctor watched his guest, who was sunk in bitter reflections. "Such things used to go better than they do now, I believe. Seems to me all the married people I knew when I was a boy were happy enough." He paused again and bit the end off a fresh cigar. "You never saw Thea"s mother, did you, Ottenburg?
That"s a pity. Mrs. Kronborg was a fine woman. I"ve always been afraid Thea made a mistake, not coming home when Mrs. Kronborg was ill, no matter what it cost her."
Ottenburg moved about restlessly. "She couldn"t, Archie, she positively couldn"t. I felt you never understood that, but I was in Dresden at the time, and though I wasn"t seeing much of her, I could size up the situation for myself. It was by just a lucky chance that she got to sing ELIZABETH that time at the Dresden Opera, a complication of circ.u.mstances. If she"d run away, for any reason, she might have waited years for such a chance to come again. She gave a wonderful performance and made a great impression. They offered her certain terms; she had to take them and follow it up then and there. In that game you can"t lose a single trick. She was ill herself, but she sang. Her mother was ill, and she sang. No, you mustn"t hold that against her, Archie. She did the right thing there." Ottenburg drew out his watch. "h.e.l.lo! I must be traveling. You hear from her regularly?"
"More or less regularly. She was never much of a letter-writer. She tells me about her engagements and contracts, but I know so little about that business that it doesn"t mean much to me beyond the figures, which seem very impressive. We"ve had a good deal of business correspondence, about putting up a stone to her father and mother, and, lately, about her youngest brother, Thor. He is with me now; he drives my car. To-day he"s up at the mine."
Ottenburg, who had picked up his overcoat, dropped it. "Drives your car?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes. Thea and I have had a good deal of bother about Thor. We tried a business college, and an engineering school, but it was no good. Thor was born a chauffeur before there were cars to drive. He was never good for anything else; lay around home and collected postage stamps and took bicycles to pieces, waiting for the automobile to be invented. He"s just as much a part of a car as the steering-gear. I can"t find out whether he likes his job with me or not, or whether he feels any curiosity about his sister. You can"t find anything out from a Kronborg nowadays. The mother was different."
Fred plunged into his coat. "Well, it"s a queer world, Archie. But you"ll think better of it, if you go to New York. Wish I were going with you. I"ll drop in on you in the morning at about eleven. I want a word with you about this Interstate Commerce Bill. Good-night."
Dr. Archie saw his guest to the motor which was waiting below, and then went back to his library, where he replenished the fire and sat down for a long smoke. A man of Archie"s modest and rather credulous nature develops late, and makes his largest gain between forty and fifty. At thirty, indeed, as we have seen, Archie was a soft-hearted boy under a manly exterior, still whistling to keep up his courage. Prosperity and large responsibilities--above all, getting free of poor Mrs. Archie--had brought out a good deal more than he knew was in him. He was thinking tonight as he sat before the fire, in the comfort he liked so well, that but for lucky chances, and lucky holes in the ground, he would still be a country pract.i.tioner, reading his old books by his office lamp. And yet, he was not so fresh and energetic as he ought to be. He was tired of business and of politics. Worse than that, he was tired of the men with whom he had to do and of the women who, as he said, had been kind to him. He felt as if he were still hunting for something, like old Jasper Flight. He knew that this was an unbecoming and ungrateful state of mind, and he reproached himself for it. But he could not help wondering why it was that life, even when it gave so much, after all gave so little. What was it that he had expected and missed? Why was he, more than he was anything else, disappointed?
He fell to looking back over his life and asking himself which years of it he would like to live over again,--just as they had been,--and they were not many. His college years he would live again, gladly. After them there was nothing he would care to repeat until he came to Thea Kronborg. There had been something stirring about those years in Moonstone, when he was a restless young man on the verge of breaking into larger enterprises, and when she was a restless child on the verge of growing up into something unknown. He realized now that she had counted for a great deal more to him than he knew at the time. It was a continuous sort of relationship. He was always on the lookout for her as he went about the town, always vaguely expecting her as he sat in his office at night. He had never asked himself then if it was strange that he should find a child of twelve the most interesting and companionable person in Moonstone. It had seemed a pleasant, natural kind of solicitude. He explained it then by the fact that he had no children of his own. But now, as he looked back at those years, the other interests were faded and inanimate. The thought of them was heavy. But wherever his life had touched Thea Kronborg"s, there was still a little warmth left, a little sparkle. Their friendship seemed to run over those discontented years like a leafy pattern, still bright and fresh when the other patterns had faded into the dull background. Their walks and drives and confidences, the night they watched the rabbit in the moonlight,--why were these things stirring to remember? Whenever he thought of them, they were distinctly different from the other memories of his life; always seemed humorous, gay, with a little thrill of antic.i.p.ation and mystery about them. They came nearer to being tender secrets than any others he possessed. Nearer than anything else they corresponded to what he had hoped to find in the world, and had not found. It came over him now that the unexpected favors of fortune, no matter how dazzling, do not mean very much to us. They may excite or divert us for a time, but when we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.
III
FOR the first four years after Thea went to Germany things went on as usual with the Kronborg family. Mrs. Kronborg"s land in Nebraska increased in value and brought her in a good rental. The family drifted into an easier way of living, half without realizing it, as families will. Then Mr. Kronborg, who had never been ill, died suddenly of cancer of the liver, and after his death Mrs. Kronborg went, as her neighbors said, into a decline. Hearing discouraging reports of her from the physician who had taken over his practice, Dr. Archie went up from Denver to see her. He found her in bed, in the room where he had more than once attended her, a handsome woman of sixty with a body still firm and white, her hair, faded now to a very pale primrose, in two thick braids down her back, her eyes clear and calm. When the doctor arrived, she was sitting up in her bed, knitting. He felt at once how glad she was to see him, but he soon gathered that she had made no determination to get well. She told him, indeed, that she could not very well get along without Mr. Kronborg. The doctor looked at her with astonishment.
Was it possible that she could miss the foolish old man so much? He reminded her of her children.
"Yes," she replied; "the children are all very well, but they are not father. We were married young."
The doctor watched her wonderingly as she went on knitting, thinking how much she looked like Thea. The difference was one of degree rather than of kind. The daughter had a compelling enthusiasm, the mother had none.
But their framework, their foundation, was very much the same.
In a moment Mrs. Kronborg spoke again. "Have you heard anything from Thea lately?"
During his talk with her, the doctor gathered that what Mrs. Kronborg really wanted was to see her daughter Thea. Lying there day after day, she wanted it calmly and continuously. He told her that, since she felt so, he thought they might ask Thea to come home.
"I"ve thought a good deal about it," said Mrs. Kronborg slowly. "I hate to interrupt her, now that she"s begun to get advancement. I expect she"s seen some pretty hard times, though she was never one to complain.
Perhaps she"d feel that she would like to come. It would be hard, losing both of us while she"s off there."
When Dr. Archie got back to Denver he wrote a long letter to Thea, explaining her mother"s condition and how much she wished to see her, and asking Thea to come, if only for a few weeks. Thea had repaid the money she had borrowed from him, and he a.s.sured her that if she happened to be short of funds for the journey, she had only to cable him.
A month later he got a frantic sort of reply from Thea. Complications in the opera at Dresden had given her an unhoped-for opportunity to go on in a big part. Before this letter reached the doctor, she would have made her debut as ELIZABETH, in "Tannhauser." She wanted to go to her mother more than she wanted anything else in the world, but, unless she failed,--which she would not,--she absolutely could not leave Dresden for six months. It was not that she chose to stay; she had to stay--or lose everything. The next few months would put her five years ahead, or would put her back so far that it would be of no use to struggle further. As soon as she was free, she would go to Moonstone and take her mother back to Germany with her. Her mother, she was sure, could live for years yet, and she would like German people and German ways, and could be hearing music all the time. Thea said she was writing her mother and begging her to help her one last time; to get strength and to wait for her six months, and then she (Thea) would do everything. Her mother would never have to make an effort again.
Dr. Archie went up to Moonstone at once. He had great confidence in Mrs.
Kronborg"s power of will, and if Thea"s appeal took hold of her enough, he believed she might get better. But when he was shown into the familiar room off the parlor, his heart sank. Mrs. Kronborg was lying serene and fateful on her pillows. On the dresser at the foot of her bed there was a large photograph of Thea in the character in which she was to make her debut. Mrs. Kronborg pointed to it.
"Isn"t she lovely, doctor? It"s nice that she hasn"t changed much. I"ve seen her look like that many a time."
They talked for a while about Thea"s good fortune. Mrs. Kronborg had had a cablegram saying, "First performance well received. Great relief." In her letter Thea said; "If you"ll only get better, dear mother, there"s nothing I can"t do. I will make a really great success, if you"ll try with me. You shall have everything you want, and we will always be together. I have a little house all picked out where we are to live."
"Bringing up a family is not all it"s cracked up to be," said Mrs.
Kronborg with a flicker of irony, as she tucked the letter back under her pillow. "The children you don"t especially need, you have always with you, like the poor. But the bright ones get away from you. They have their own way to make in the world. Seems like the brighter they are, the farther they go. I used to feel sorry that you had no family, doctor, but maybe you"re as well off."
"Thea"s plan seems sound to me, Mrs. Kronborg. There"s no reason I can see why you shouldn"t pull up and live for years yet, under proper care.
You"d have the best doctors in the world over there, and it would be wonderful to live with anybody who looks like that." He nodded at the photograph of the young woman who must have been singing "DICH, THEURE HALLE, GRUSS" ICH WIEDER," her eyes looking up, her beautiful hands outspread with pleasure.
Mrs. Kronborg laughed quite cheerfully. "Yes, wouldn"t it? If father were here, I might rouse myself. But sometimes it"s hard to come back.
Or if she were in trouble, maybe I could rouse myself."
"But, dear Mrs. Kronborg, she is in trouble," her old friend expostulated. "As she says, she"s never needed you as she needs you now.
I make my guess that she"s never begged anybody to help her before."
Mrs. Kronborg smiled. "Yes, it"s pretty of her. But that will pa.s.s. When these things happen far away they don"t make such a mark; especially if your hands are full and you"ve duties of your own to think about. My own father died in Nebraska when Gunner was born,--we were living in Iowa then,--and I was sorry, but the baby made it up to me. I was father"s favorite, too. That"s the way it goes, you see."
The doctor took out Thea"s letter to him, and read it over to Mrs.
Kronborg. She seemed to listen, and not to listen.
When he finished, she said thoughtfully: "I"d counted on hearing her sing again. But I always took my pleasures as they come. I always enjoyed her singing when she was here about the house. While she was practicing I often used to leave my work and sit down in a rocker and give myself up to it, the same as if I"d been at an entertainment. I was never one of these housekeepers that let their work drive them to death.
And when she had the Mexicans over here, I always took it in. First and last,"--she glanced judicially at the photograph,--"I guess I got about as much out of Thea"s voice as anybody will ever get."
"I guess you did!" the doctor a.s.sented heartily; "and I got a good deal myself. You remember how she used to sing those Scotch songs for me, and lead us with her head, her hair bobbing?"
""Flow Gently, Sweet Afton,"--I can hear it now," said Mrs. Kronborg; "and poor father never knew when he sang sharp! He used to say, "Mother, how do you always know when they make mistakes practicing?"" Mrs.
Kronborg chuckled.
Dr. Archie took her hand, still firm like the hand of a young woman. "It was lucky for her that you did know. I always thought she got more from you than from any of her teachers."
"Except Wunsch; he was a real musician," said Mrs. Kronborg respectfully. "I gave her what chance I could, in a crowded house. I kept the other children out of the parlor for her. That was about all I could do. If she wasn"t disturbed, she needed no watching. She went after it like a terrier after rats from the first, poor child. She was downright afraid of it. That"s why I always encouraged her taking Thor off to outlandish places. When she was out of the house, then she was rid of it."
After they had recalled many pleasant memories together, Mrs. Kronborg said suddenly: "I always understood about her going off without coming to see us that time. Oh, I know! You had to keep your own counsel. You were a good friend to her. I"ve never forgot that." She patted the doctor"s sleeve and went on absently. "There was something she didn"t want to tell me, and that"s why she didn"t come. Something happened when she was with those people in Mexico. I worried for a good while, but I guess she"s come out of it all right. She"d had a pretty hard time, scratching along alone like that when she was so young, and my farms in Nebraska were down so low that I couldn"t help her none. That"s no way to send a girl out. But I guess, whatever there was, she wouldn"t be afraid to tell me now." Mrs. Kronborg looked up at the photograph with a smile. "She doesn"t look like she was beholding to anybody, does she?"