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“And she is an ordinary woman, one would say; a common woman. That is
the mystery and the glory of it. I do not know that she is even
beautiful. There must be thousands of women like her; I can see it
plainly enough, that there must be thousands of women in the world like
_her_.” There was a reverent hush in his voice.
[Illustration: [Woman]]
Atkinson choked back an exclamation. Was D.’s head really turned? “A
common woman”—“not know whether she is beautiful?” A face rose before
him, unlike any face in all the world: eyes with the blue of Ascutney,
when you look at it through ten miles of autumn haze; hair brown as the
chestnut leaf in late October; mouth——
Philander trembled slightly, and rising to his feet, stood looking down
at Darnel, haggardly. It was quite over, that experience of two summers
before, but while it lasted he had at least never dreamed that there
were thousands of women in the world like _her_.
“Sit down, Phil, I am almost through. A woman like other women, and the
story, when I write it, a common story. It will be the commonest
possible story; common as a rose, common as a child. I am going back to
Vermont, where I was born, and where I have been born anew. There will
be plenty of time for the story—years, and years, and years. I have only
to close my eyes some day, and she will write down all I tell her, and I
shall call the story hers and mine.”
But Atkinson still stood, his hands in his pockets, his heavy figure
stooping, the lines hardening in his face, while he watched the rapt
gaze of Darnel, and drearily reflected how strange it was that a woman
should open all the gates of the wonder-world to one man’s imagination,
and that some other woman should close those secret gates, quietly,
inexorably, upon that man’s friend.
“Wait,” said Darnel. “Must you go back to your triolets? Let me show you
her picture first.” He turned the gas up to its fullest height, and held
out a photograph.
It was the same woman.
[Illustration: [Landscape]]
THE END OF THE BEGINNING
BY GEORGE A. HIBBARD
[Illustration: [Man]]
CITY OF NEW YORK,
April 10, 1887.
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