About this time I began to be more aware of the Something Without,
toward which my work tended, just after I had been asleep, as if the
self of me had gone on seeking more successfully in the silences. I
would arise very early with such a faint consciousness as a vine might
have toward the nearest wall, and get up in the blue of the morning to
go for long walks through the pleasant, empty streets, sometimes out to
the lake shore where the glint of the moving water under the mist,
struck faint sparkles from my stagnant surfaces. I would come back from
these excursions beginning to faint with the day's heat, to wear through
the afternoon with books and long drowses, and then in the cool of the
evening It would call me again, and I would seek It until late at night,
sometimes in the lit streets, fetid with the day's smells, sometimes on
a roof garden or at a park concert, where the lights, the gayety, and
the music served merely as a drug to my outer sense, which went on
busily at its absorbing quest. Sometimes men spoke to me in these lonely
wanderings; I would remember it afterward as one recalls little,
unnoticed incidents in the midst of great excitement; but for the most
part I was, except for the invisible presence, as unaccompanied as if
the city had been quite empty. If I could have laid the anxiety of my
diminishing bank account and the dread of not getting an engagement, I
should have been almost happy.
It was along early in August that Chicago was greatly stirred by the
visit of one of the Presidential candidates--for that was a Presidential
year--who was also a popular hero. It had come rather unexpectedly and
the preparations for it were of the hastiest. There was to be speaking
at Armory Hall, and a reception afterward, and I thought I would go and
clasp hands with the great man, as if, perhaps, I might find in it, as
many of his admirers did, a sort of king's touch for the lethargy of my
spirit. The meeting began early in the sweating afternoon and dragged
out three heavy hours. Nothing of any importance transpired there until
we were moving up the right side of the hall toward the receiving
committee. The hall was split lengthwise by a bank of chairs, and down
the left aisle the company of those who had already gripped the broad
palm of the candidate, had been elbowed to oblivion by the committee. It
was in the very beginning of the handshaking and there were not so many
of them as of us. They lingered in groups and talked with one another. I
was about midway of the aisles and several persons deep in the crush,
when I saw him. How well I knew the lock falling over his forehead, and
the quick unconscious motion of the head that tossed it back! There was
the indefinable air of the outdoor man about him, though he was quite
correctly dressed and had a lady's light wrap over his arm.
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