Flute and Violin, and Other Kentucky Tales and RomancesAllen, James Lane
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Flute and Violin, and Other Kentucky Tales and Romances
Allen, James Lane
Kentucky -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
Having formed this picture, he could not afterwards destroy it; and as
they resumed their walk he began very simply to describe his mother's
garden, she listening closely because of her love for flowers, which
had become companions to her, and merely saying dreamily, half to
herself and with guarded courtesy half to him, "It must be beautiful."
* * * * *
"The Mother Superior intends to make the garden larger next year, and
to have fine flowers in it, Ezra. It has been a prosperous year in the
school, and there will be money to spare. This row of lilacs is to be
dug up, and the fence set back so as to take in the onion patch over
there. When does he expect to go away?" The aged Sister had not made
rapid progress.
"I haven't heard him say," replied the old man.
"Perhaps Martha has heard him say."
Ezra only struck the toe of his stout boot with his staff.
"The Mother Superior will want _you_ to dig up the lilacs, Ezra. You
can do it better than any one else."
The old man shook his head threateningly at the bushes. "I can settle
them," he said.
"Better than any one else. Has Martha heard him say when he is going
away?"
"To-morrow," he replied, conceding something in return for the lilacs.
* * * * *
"These are the chrysanthemums. They are white, but some are perfect and
some are imperfect, you see. Those that are perfect are the ones to
feel proud of, but the others are the ones to love."
"If all were perfect would you no longer love them?" he said gently,
thinking how perfect she was and how easy it would be to love her.
"If all were perfect, I could love all alike, because none would need
to be loved more than others."
"And when the flowers in the garden are dead, what do you find to love
then?" he asked, laughing a little and trying to follow her mood.
"It would not be fair to forget them because they are dead. But they
are not dead; they go away for a season, and it would not be fair to
forget them because they have gone away." This she said simply and
seriously as though her conscience were dealing with human virtues and
duties.
"And are you satisfied to love things that are not present?" he asked,
looking at her with sudden earnestness.
* * * * *
"The Mother Superior will wish him to take away a favorable impression
of the convent," said the Sister. "Young ladies are sometimes sent to
us from that region." And now, having gotten from Ezra the information
she desired and turned their steps towards the others, she looked at
Helm with greater interest.
"Should you like to go upon the observatory?" she meekly asked,
pointing to the top of the adjacent building. "From there you can see
how far the convent lands extend. Besides, it is the only point that
commands a view of the whole country."
The scene of the temptation was to be transferred to the pinnacle of
the temple.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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