Asitwas，heplayedatbeinganarchitect——andsucceededinbeingacharmingfellow。
　　MysisterJessicaneverlostanopportunityoflaughingathisendeavorsasanarchitect。
　　"Youcanbuildanenchantingvilla，butwhatwouldyoudowithacathedral？"
　　"Ishallneverhaveachanceatacathe-
　　dral，"hewouldreply。"And，besides，italwaysseemstomesomaterialandsoim-
　　pertinenttobuildalittlestructureofstoneandwoodinwhichtoworshipGod!"
　　Youseewhathewaslike？Hewasfrivo-
　　lous，yetonecouldnevertellwhenhewouldbecomeeloquentlyearnest。
　　BrainardwentoffsuddenlyWestwardoneday。IsuspectedthatJessicawasatthebottomofit，butIaskednoquestions；andIdidnothearfromhimformonths。ThenI
　　gotaletterfromColorado。
　　"Ihavemarriedamountainwoman，"hewrote。"Noneofyourpunybreedofmodernfemininity，butaremnantleftoverfromtheheroicages，——aprimitivewoman，grandandvastofspirit，capableoftrueandsteadfastwifehood。Nosophistryabouther；noknowledgeeventhatthereissophistry。
　　Heavens!man，doyouremembertheron-
　　deauxandtrioletsIusedtowritetothoseprettycreaturesbackEast？ItwouldtakeaSagamanoftheoldNorselandtowriteformymountainwoman。IfIwereanartist，Iwouldpaintherwiththenorthstarinherlocksandherfeetonpurplecloud。
　　IsupposeyouareatthePier。Iknowyouusuallyareatthisseason。Atanyrate，I
　　shalldirectthisletterthither，andwillfollowcloseafterit。Iwantmywifetoseesome-
　　thingoflife。AndIwanthertomeetyoursister。”
　　"Dearme!"criedJessica，whenIreadthelettertoher；"Idon'tknowthatIcaretomeetanythingquitesogiganticasthatmountainwoman。I'moneofthepunybreedofmodernfemininity，youknow。Idon'tthinkmynervescanstandtheencounter。”
　　"Why，Jessica!"Iprotested。Sheblushedalittle。
　　"Don'tthinkbadofme，Victor。But，yousee，I'vealittlescrap-bookofthosetrioletsupstairs。”Thensheburstintoapealofirresistiblelaughter。"I'mnotlaughingbecauseIampiqued，"shesaidfrankly。
　　"Thoughanyonewilladmitthatitisratherirritatingtohaveamanwholeftyouinablastedconditionrecoverwithsuchextraordinarypromptness。Asaphi-
　　lanthropist，oneofcourserejoices，butasawoman，Victor，itmustbeadmittedthatonehasarighttofeelannoyed。But，honestly，Iamnotungenerous，andIamgoingtodohimafavor。Ishallwrite，andurgehimnottobringhiswifehere。Aprimitivewoman，withthenorthstarinherhair，wouldlookwelldownthereintheCasinoeatingapineappleice，wouldn'tshe？It'sallverywelltohaveasoul，youknow；butitwon'tkeepyoufromlookinglikeaguyamongwomenwhohavegooddressmakers。
　　Ishudderatthethoughtofwhatthepoorthingwillsufferifhebringsherhere。”
　　Jessicawrote，asshesaidshewould；but，forallthat，afortnightlatershewaswalkingdownthewharfwiththe"mountainwoman，"
　　andIwassaunteringbesideLeroy。AtdinnerJessicagavemenochancetotalkwithourfriend'swife，andIonlycaughtthequietcontraltotonesofhervoicenowandthencontrastingwithJessica'svivacioussoprano。Adrizzlingraincameupfromtheeastwithnightfall。Littlegroupsofshiveringmenandwomensataboutintheparlorsatthecard-tables，andoneblondwomansanglovesongs。TheBrainardsweretiredwiththeirjourney，andleftusearly。Whentheyweregone，Jessicaburstintoeulogy。
　　"Thatisthefirstwoman，"shedeclared，"Ievermetwhowouldmakeafitheroineforabook。”
　　"Thenyouwillnotfeelunderobligationstoeducateher，asyouinsinuatedtheotherday？"
　　"Educateher!IonlyhopeshewillhelpmetounlearnsomeofthethingsI
　　know。Ineversawsuchsimplicity。Itisantique!"
　　"You'resureit'snotmerevacuity？"
　　"Victor!Howcanyou？Butyouhaven'ttalkedwithher。Youmustto-morrow。
　　Good-night。”Shegathereduphertrail-
　　ingskirtsandstarteddownthecorridor。
　　Suddenlysheturnedback。"ForHeaven'ssake!"shewhispered，inanawedtone，"Ineverevennoticedwhatshehadon!"
　　Thenextmorningearlywemadeuparidingparty，andIrodewithMrs。Brainard。
　　ShewasastallasI，andsatinhersaddleasifquiteunconsciousofheranimal。Theroadstretchedhardandinvitingunderourhorses'feet。Thewindsmelledsalt。Theskywasraggedwithgraymassesofcloudscuddingacrosstheblue。Iwasbeginningtoglowwithexhilaration，whensuddenlymycompaniondrewinherhorse。
　　"Ifyoudonotmind，wewillgoback，"
　　shesaid。
　　Hertonewasdejected。Ithoughtshewastired。
　　"Oh，no!"sheprotested，whenIapolo-
　　gizedformythoughtlessnessinbringinghersofar。"I'mnottired。Icanrideallday。
　　WhereIcomefrom，wehavetorideifwewanttogoanywhere；butherethereseemstobenoparticularplaceto——toreach。”
　　"Areyousoutilitarian？"Iasked，laugh-
　　ingly。"Mustyoualwayshavesomereasonforeverythingyoudo？Idosomanythingsjustforthemerepleasureofdoingthem，I'mafraidyouwillhaveaverypooropinionofme。”
　　"ThatisnotwhatImean，"shesaid，flushing，andturningherlargegrayeyesonme。"YoumustnotthinkIhaveareasonforeverythingIdo。”Shewasveryearnest，anditwasevidentthatshewasunacquaintedwiththeartofmakingconversation。"ButwhatImean，"shewenton，"isthatthereisnoplace——noend——toreach。”Shelookedbackoverhershouldertowardthewest，wherethetreesmarkedtheskyline，andanexpressionoflossanddissatisfactioncameoverherface。"Yousee，"shesaid，apolo-
　　getically，"I'musedtodifferentthings——tothemountains。IhaveneverbeenwhereI
　　couldnotseethembeforeinmylife。”
　　"Ah，Isee!Isupposeitisoddtolookupandfindthemnotthere。”
　　"It'slikebeinglost，thisnothavingany-
　　thingaroundyou。Atleast，Imean，"shecontinuedslowly，asifherthoughtcouldnoteasilyputitselfinwords，——"Imeanitseemsasifapartoftheworldhadbeentakendown。Itmakesyoufeellonesome，asifyouwerelivingaftertheworldhadbeguntodie。”
　　"You'llgetusedtoitinafewdays。Itseemsverybeautifultomehere。Andthenyouwillhavesomuchlifetodivertyou。”
　　"Life？Butthereisalwaysthatevery-
　　where。”
　　"Imeanmenandwomen。”
　　"Oh!Still，Iamnotusedtothem。I
　　thinkImightbenot——notveryhappywiththem。Theymightthinkmequeer。I
　　thinkIwouldliketoshowyoursisterthemountains。”
　　"Shehasseenthemoften。”
　　"Oh，shetoldme。ButIdon'tmeanthoseprettygreenhillssuchaswesawcom-
　　inghere。Theyarenotlikemymountains。
　　Ilikemountainsthatgobeyondtheclouds，withterribleshadowsinthehollows，andbeltsofsnowlyinginthegorgeswherethesuncannotreach，andthesnowisblueinthesunshine，orshiningtillyouthinkitissilver，andthemistsowonderfulallaboutit，changingeachmomentanddriftingupanddown，thatyoucannottellwhatnametogivethecolors。ThesemountainsofyourshereintheEastaresoquiet；mineareshoutingallthetime，withthepinesandtherivers。Theechoesaresoloudinthevalleythatsometimes，whenthewindisrising，wecanhardlyhearamantalkunlessheraiseshisvoice。TherearefourcataractsnearwhereIlive，andtheyallhavedifferentvoices，justaspeopledo；andoneofthemishappy——alittlewhitecataract——anditfallswherethesunshinesearliest，andtillnightitisshining。Buttheothersonlygetthesunnowandthen，andtheyaremorenoisyandcruel。Oneofthemisalwaysintheshadow，andthewaterlooksblack。Thatispartlybecausetherocksallunderneathitareblack。Itfallsdowntwentygreatledgesinagorgewithblacksides，andawhitemistdancesalloveritateveryleap。
　　Itellfatherthemististheghostofthewaters。Nomanevergoesthere；itistoocold。Thechillstrikesthroughone，andmakesyourheartfeelasifyouweredying。
　　Butalldownthesideofthemountain，towardthesouthandthewest，thesunshinesonthegraniteanddrawslongpointsoflightoutofit。Fathertellsmesoldiersmarchinglookthatwaywhenthesunstrikesontheirbayonets。ThosearethekindofmountainsImean，Mr。Grant。”
　　Shewaslookingatmewithherfacetrans-
　　figured，asifit，likethemountainsshetoldmeof，hadbeenlyinginshadow，andwait-
　　ingforthedazzlingdawn。
　　"Ihadaterribledreamonce，"shewenton；"themostterribledreameverIhad。
　　Idreamtthatthemountainshadallbeentakendown，andthatIstoodonaplaintowhichtherewasnoend。Theskywasburn-
　　ingup，andthegrassscorchedbrownfromtheheat，anditwastwistingasifitwereinpain。Andanimals，butnootherpersonsavemyself，onlywildthings，werecrouch-
　　ingandlookingupatthatsky。Theycouldnotrunbecausetherewasnoplacetowhichtogo。”
　　"Youwerehavingavisionofthelastman，"Isaid。"Iwondermyselfsometimeswhetherthisoldglobeofoursisgoingtocollapsesuddenlyandtakeuswithher，orwhetherwewilldisappearthroughslowdisastrousagesoffightingandcrushing，withhungerandblighttohelpustotheend。Andthen，atthelast，perhaps，somelucklessfellow，strongerthantherest，willstandamidtheribsoftherottingearthandgomad。”
　　Thewoman'seyeswerefixedonme，largeandluminous。"Yes，"shesaid；"hewouldgomadfromthelonesomenessofit。
　　HewouldbeafraidtobeleftalonelikethatwithGod。NoonewouldwanttobetakenintoGod'ssecrets。”
　　"Andourlastman，"Iwenton，"wouldhavetostandthereonthatswayingwrecktilleventhesoundofthecrumblingearthceased。Andhewouldtrytofindavoiceandwouldfail，becausesilencewouldhavecomeagain。Andthenthelightwouldgoout——"
　　Theshudderthatcreptoverhermademestop，ashamedofmyself。
　　"Youtalklikefather，"shesaid，withalong-drawnbreath。Thenshelookedupsuddenlyatthesunshiningthroughariftinthoserecklessgrayclouds，andputoutonehandasiftogetitfulloftheheadlongrollickingbreeze。"Buttheearthisnotdying，"shecried。"Itiswellandstrong，anditlikestogoroundandroundamongalltheotherworlds。Itlikesthesunandmoon；theyareallgoodfriends；anditlikesthepeoplewholiveonit。Maybeitistheyinsteadofthefirewithinwhokeepitwarm；ormaybeitiswarmjustfromalwaysgoing，aswearewhenwerun。Weareyoung，youandI，Mr。Grant，andLeroy，andyourbeautifulsister，andtheworldisyoungtoo!"Thenshelaughedastrongsplendidlaugh，whichhadneverhadthejoytakenoutofitwithdrawing-roomre-
　　strictions；andIlaughedtoo，andfeltthatwehadbecomeverygoodcompanionsindeed，andfoundmyselfwarmingtothejoyofcompanionshipasIhadnotsinceI
　　wasaboyatschool。
　　ThatafternoonthefourofussatatatableintheCasinotogether。TheCasino，aseveryoneknows，isaplacetoamuseyourself。Ifyouhaveaduty，amission，oranaspiration，youdonottakeittherewithyou，itwouldbesoobviouslyoutofplace；
　　ifpovertyisaheadofyou，youforgetit；ifyouhavebrains，youhastentoconcealthem；
　　theywouldbeaseriousencumbrance。
　　Therewasabubblingofconversation，arustleandfluttersuchastherealwaysiswheretherearemanywomen。Alltheplacewasgaywithflowersandwithgownsasbrightastheflowers。Irememberedtheapprehensionsofmysister，andstudiedLeroy'swifetoseehowshefittedintothishighlycoloredpicture。Shewastheonlywomanintheroomwhoseemedtoweardraperies。Thejauntyslashandcutoffashionableattireweremissinginthelongbrownfoldsofcloththatenvelopedherfigure。IfeltcertainthatevenfromJessica'sstandpointshecouldnotbecalledaguy。
　　Picturesqueshemightbe，pastthepointofconvention，butshewasnotridiculous。
　　"Judithtakesallthisveryseriously，"saidLeroy，laughingly。"IsupposeshewouldtakeevenParisseriously。”
　　Hiswifesmiledoverathim。"LeroysaysIammelancholy，"shesaid，softly；
　　"butIamalwaystellinghimthatIamhappy。HethinksIammelancholybe-
　　causeIdonotlaugh。Igotoutofthewayofitbybeingsomuchalone。Youonlylaughtoletsomeoneelseknowyouarepleased。Whenyouarealonethereisnouseinlaughing。Itwouldbelikeexplain-
　　ingsomethingtoyourself。”
　　"Youareaphilosopher，Judith。Mr。
　　MaxMü；llerwouldliketoknowyou。”
　　"Isheafriendofyours，dear？"
　　Leroyblushed，andIsawJessicacurlherlipasshenoticedtheblush。ShelaidherhandonMrs。Brainard'sarm。
　　"Haveyoualwaysbeenverymuchalone？"sheinquired。
　　"Iwasbornontheranch，youknow；
　　andfatherwasnotfondofleavingit。In-
　　deed，nowhesayshewillneveragaingooutofsightofit。Butyoucangoalongjourneywithoutdoingthat；foritliesonaplateauinthevalley，anditcanbeseenfromthreedifferentmountainpasses。
　　Motherdiedthere，andforthatreasonandothers——fatherhashadastrangelife——heneverwantedtogoaway。HebroughtaladyfromPennsylvaniatoteachme。Shehadwonderfullearning，butshedidn'tmakeverymuchuseofit。IthoughtifI
　　hadlearningIwouldnotwasteitreadingbooks。Iwoulduseitto——tolivewith。
　　Fatherhadalibrary，butInevercaredforit。Hewasforeveratbookstoo。Ofcourse，"shehastenedtoadd，noticingthelookofmortificationdeepenonherhus-
　　band'sface，"Ilikebooksverywellifthereisnothingbetterathand。ButIalwayssaidtoMrs。Windsor——itwasshewhotaughtme——whyreadwhatotherfolkhavebeenthinkingwhenyoucangooutandthinkyourself？Ofcourseoneprefersone'sownthoughts，justasoneprefersone'sownranch，orone'sownfather。”
　　"ThenyouaresuretolikeNewYorkwhenyougotheretolive，"criedJessica；
　　"forthereyouwillfindsomethingtomakelifeentertainingallthetime。Nooneneedfallbackonbooksthere。”
　　"I'mnotsure。I'mafraidtheremustbesuchdreadfulcrowdsofpeople。OfcourseIshouldtrytofeelthattheywerealllikeme，withjustthesamesortoffears，andthatitwasridiculousforustobeafraidofeachother，whenatheartweallmeanttobekind。”
　　Jessicafairlywrungherhands。"Hea-
　　vens!"shecried。"IsaidyouwouldlikeNewYork。Iamafraid，mydear，thatitwillbreakyourheart!"
　　"Oh，"saidMrs。Brainard，withwhatwasmeanttobeagentlejest，"noonecanbreakmyheartexceptLeroy。Ishouldnotcareenoughaboutanyoneelse，youknow。”
　　Thecomplimentwasanexquisiteone。
　　Ifeltthebloodcreeptomyownbraininasortofvicariousrapture，andIavoidedlookingatLeroylestheshoulddisliketohavemeseethehappinesshemustfeel。
　　Thesimplicityofthewomanseemedtoinvigoratemeasthecoolairofhermoun-
　　tainsmightifitblewtomeonsomebrightdawn，whenIhadcome，feveredandsickofsoul，fromthecity。
　　Whenwewerealone，Jessicasaidtome:
　　"Thatmanhastoomuchvanity，andhethinksitissensitiveness。Heisgoingtoimaginethathiswifemakeshimsuffer。
　　There'snoonesobrutallyselfishasyoursensitiveman。Hewantseveryonetoliveaccordingtohisideas，orheimmediatelybeginssuffering。Thatfriendofyourshasn'tthecourageofhisconvictions。Heisgoingtobeashamedoftheveryqualitiesthatmadehimlovehiswife。”
　　Therewasahopthatnightatthehotel，quiteanunusualaffairastoelegance，giveninhonorofawomanfromNewYork，whowroteanovelamonth。
　　Mrs。Brainardlookedsohappythatnightwhenshecameintheparlor，afterthemusichadbegun，thatIfeltamoisturegatherinmyeyesjustbecauseofthebeautyofherjoy，andtheforcedvivacityofthewomenaboutmeseemedsuddenlycoarseandinsincere。Somewonderfulredstones，brilliantasrubies，glitteredinamongthediaphanousblackdriftingsofherdress。
　　Sheaskedmeifthestoneswerenotverypretty，andsaidshegatheredtheminoneofhermountainriver-beds。
　　"Butthegown？"Isaid。"Surely，youdonotgathergownslikethatinriver-beds，orpickthemoffmountain-pines？"
　　"ButyoucangettheminDenver。FatheralwayssenttoDenverformyfinery。HewasveryparticularabouthowIlooked。
　　Yousee，Iwasallhehad——"Shebrokeoff，hervoicefaltering。
　　"Comeoverbythewindow，"Isaid，tochangeherthought。"Ihavesomethingtorepeattoyou。ItisasongofSydneyLanier's。IthinkhewasthegreatestpoetthateverlivedinAmerica，thoughnotmanyagreewithme。Butheismydearfriendanyway，thoughheisdead，andI
　　neversawhim；andIwantyoutohearsomeofhiswords。”
　　Iledheracrosstoanopenwindow。Thedancerswerewhirlingbyus。Thewaltzwasoneofthosemelancholyoneswhichspeakthespiritofthedancemoreelo-
　　quentlythananymerrymelodycan。Thesoundoftheseaboomingbeyondinthedarknesscametous，andlongpathsoflight，nowred，nowgreen，stretchedtowardthedistantlight-house。ThesewerethelinesIrepeated:——
　　"Whatheartache——ne'erahill!
　　Inexorable，vapid，vague，andchillThedrearsandlevelsdrainmyspiritlow。
　　Withonepoorwordtheytellmealltheyknow；
　　Whereattheirstupidtongues，toteasemypain，Dodrawlito'erando'eragain。
　　TheyhurtmyheartwithgriefsIcannotname；
　　Alwaysthesame——thesame。”
　　ButIgotnofurther。Ifeltmyselfmovedwithasortofpassionwhichdidnotseemtocomefromwithin，buttobecommunicatedtomefromher。Acertainunfamiliarhap-
　　pinessprickedthroughwithpainthrilledme，andIheardherwhispering，——
　　"Donotgoon，donotgoon!Icannotstanditto-night!"
　　"Hush，"Iwhisperedback；"comeoutforamoment!"Westoleintotheduskwithout，andstoodtheretrembling。I
　　swayedwithheremotion。Therewasalongsilence。Thenshesaid:"Fathermaybewalkingalonenowbytheblackcataract。
　　Thatiswherehegoeswhenheissad。I
　　canseehowlonelyhelooksamongthoselittletwistedpinesthatgrowfromtherock。
　　Andhewillberememberingalltheeveningswewalkedtheretogether，andallthethingswesaid。”Ididnotanswer。Hereyeswerestillonthesea。
　　"Whatwasthenameofthemanwhowrotethatverseyoujustsaidtome？"
　　Itoldher。
　　"Andheisdead？Didtheyburyhiminthemountains？No？IwishIcouldhaveputhimwherehecouldhaveheardthosefourvoicescallingdownthecanyon。”
　　"Comebackinthehouse，"Isaid；"youmustcome，indeed，"Isaid，assheshrankfromre-entering。
　　JessicawasdancinglikeafairywithLe-
　　roy。Theybothsawusandsmiledaswecamein，andamomentlatertheyjoinedus。
　　ImademyexcusesandleftmyfriendstoJessica'scare。Shewasasortofsocialtyrantwherevershewas，andIknewonewordfromherwouldinsurethepopularityofourfriends——notthattheyneededtheinterventionofanyone。Leroyhadbeenasortofdrawing-roompetsincebeforehestoppedwearingknickerbockers。
　　"Heisathisbestinadrawing-room，"
　　saidJessica，"becausetherehedealswiththeoryandnotwithaction。Andhehassuchbeautifultheoriesthatthewomen，whoareallidealists，adorehim。”
　　ThenextmorningIawokewithacon-
　　victionthatIhadbeenidlingtoolong。I
　　wentbacktothecityandbrushedthedustfrommydesk。Theneachmorning，I，asJessicaputit，"formedpublicopinion"
　　totheextentofonecolumnadayinthecolumnsofacertainenterprisingmorningjournal。
　　BrainardsaidIhadtreatedhimshabbilytoleaveupontheheelsofhiscoming。Butamanwhoworksforhisbreadandbuttermustputalimittohisholiday。Itisdif-
　　ferentwhenyouonlyworktoaddtoyourgeneralpicturesqueness。ThatiswhatI
　　wroteLeroy，anditwastheunkindestthingIeversaidtohim；andwhyIdiditIdonotknowtothisday。Iwasglad，though，whenhefailedtoanswertheletter。Itgavemeamorereasonableexcuseforfeelingoutofpatiencewithhim。
　　Thedaysthatfollowedwereverydull。
　　Itwashardtogetbackintothewayofworking。IwasgladwhenJessicacamehometosetupourlittleestablishmentandtojoinintheautumngayeties。Brainardbroughthiswifetothecitysoonafter，andwenttohousekeepinginanoddsortofaway。
　　"Icouldn'tseeanythingintheplacesavecurios，"Jessicareported，afterherfirstcallonthem。"Isupposethereisacooking-
　　stovesomewhere，andmaybeevenapantrywithpotsinit。ButallIsawwasAlaskatotemsandNavajoblankets。TheyhaveasmanyskinsaroundonthefloorandcouchesaswouldhavesatisfiedanancientBriton。Andeverybodywascallingthere。
　　YouknowMr。Brainardrunstocuriosinselectinghisfriendsaswellashisfurniture。
　　Theparlorswerefullthisafternoonofab-
　　normalpeople，thatistosay，withfolksonereadsabout。Iwastheonlyonetherewhohadn'tdonesomething。Iguessit'sbe-
　　causeIamtoohealthy。”
　　"HowdidMrs。Brainardlikesuchamotleycrew？"
　　"Shewaswonderful——perfectlywonder-
　　ful!Thoseinsultingcreatureswereallstudyingher，andsheknewit。Butherdignitywasperfect，andshelookedasproudasaSiouxchief。Shelistenedtoeveryone，andtheyallthoughthersobright。”
　　"Brainardmusthavebeentremendouslyproudofher。”
　　"Oh，hewas——ofherandhisChilcatportiè；res。”
　　Jessicawasthereoften，but——well，Iwasbusy。Atlength，however，Iwasforcedtogo。Jessicarefusedtomakeanyfurtherexcusesforme。Theroomswerefilledwithsmallcelebrities。
　　"Wearetheonlynonentities，"whisperedJessica，asshelookedaround；"itwillmakeusquitedistinguished。”
　　Wewenttospeaktoourhostess。Shestoodbesideherhusband，lookingtallerthanever；andherfacewaswhite。Herlongredgownofclingingsilkwassope-
　　culiarastogiveonetheimpressionthatshewasdressedincharacter。ItwaseasytotellthatitwasoneofLeroy'sfancies。I
　　hardlyheardwhatshesaid，butIknowshereproachedmegentlyfornothavingbeentoseethem。Ihadnofurtherwordwithhertillsomeoneledhertothepiano，andshepausedtosay，——
　　"Thatpoetyouspokeoftome——theoneyousaidwasafriendofyours——heismyfriendnowtoo，andIhavelearnedtosingsomeofhissongs。Iamgoingtosingonenow。”Sheseemedtohavenotimidityatall，butstoodquietly，withahalfsmile，whileayoungmanwithaRussiannameplayedastrangeminorprelude。Thenshesang，hervoiceawonderfulcontralto，coldattimes，andagainlitupwithgleamsofpas-
　　sion。Themusicitselfwasfitful，nowfullofjoy，nowtender，andnowsad:
　　"Lookoff，dearlove，acrossthesallowsands，Andmarkyonmeetingofthesunandsea，Howlongtheykissinsightofallthelands，Ah!longer，longerwe。”
　　"Shehasageniusforfeeling，hasn'tshe？"Leroywhisperedtome。
　　"Ageniusforfeeling!"Irepeated，angrily。"Man，shehasaheartandasoulandabrain，ifthatiswhatyoumean!I
　　shouldn'tthinkyouwouldbeabletolookatherfromthestandpointofacritic。”
　　Leroyshruggedhisshouldersandwentoff。ForamomentIalmosthatedhimfornotfeelingmoreresentful。Ifeltasifheowedittohiswifetotakeoffenceatmyfoolishspeech。
　　Itwasevidentthatthe"mountainwoman"
　　hadbecomethefashion。Ireadreportsinthepapersaboutheruniquereceptions。I
　　sawhernameprintedconspicuouslyamongthelistofthosewhoattendedallsortsofdinnersandmusicalesandeveningsamongthesetthataffectedintellectualpursuits。
　　Shejoinedanumberofwomen'sclubsofanexclusivekind。
　　"Sheisdoingwhateverherhusbandtellsherto，"saidJessica。"Why，theotherdayIheardherruininghervoiceon'Siegfried'!"
　　ButfromdaytodayInoticedadifferenceinher。Shedevelopedaterribleactivity。
　　Shetookpersonalchargeoftheaffairsofherhouse；sheunitedwithLeroyinkeep-
　　ingthehousefilledwithguests；shegotontheboardofahospitalforlittlechildren，andspentapartofeverydayamongthecotswherethesuffererslay。NowandthenwhenwespentaquieteveningalonewithherandLeroy，shesewedcontinuallyonlittlewhitenight-gownsforthesepoorbabies。
　　Sheusedhercarriagetotakethemostex-