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creatures,"

therewasnoroomleftforthedisagreeablethoughtswhichaffectedherliverandherdigestionandmadeheryellowandtired.

　　SolongasColinshuthimselfupinhisroomandthoughtonlyofhisfearsandweaknessandhisdetestationofpeoplewholookedathimandreflectedhourlyonhumpsandearlydeath,hewasahystericalhalf-crazylittlehypochondriacwhoknewnothingofthesunshineandthespringandalsodidnotknowthathecouldgetwellandcouldstanduponhisfeetifhetriedtodoit.

　　Whennewbeautifulthoughtsbegantopushouttheoldhideousones,lifebegantocomebacktohim,hisbloodranhealthilythroughhisveinsandstrengthpouredintohimlikeaflood.Hisscientificexperimentwasquitepracticalandsimpleandtherewasnothingweirdaboutitatall.

　　Muchmoresurprisingthingscanhappentoanyonewho,whenadisagreeableordiscouragedthoughtcomesintohismind,justhasthesensetorememberintimeandpushitoutbyputtinginanagreeabledeterminedlycourageousone.

　　Twothingscannotbeinoneplace.

　　"

Where,youtendarose,mylad,Athistlecannotgrow."

Whilethesecretgardenwascomingaliveandtwochildrenwerecomingalivewithit,therewasamanwanderingaboutcertainfar-awaybeautifulplacesintheNorwegianfiordsandthevalleysandmountainsofSwitzerlandandhewasamanwhofortenyearshadkepthismindfilledwithdarkandheart-brokenthinking.Hehadnotbeencourageous;

hehadnevertriedtoputanyotherthoughtsintheplaceofthedarkones.Hehadwanderedbybluelakesandthoughtthem;

hehadlainonmountain-sideswithsheetsofdeepbluegentiansbloomingallabouthimandflowerbreathsfillingalltheairandhehadthoughtthem.Aterriblesorrowhadfallenuponhimwhenhehadbeenhappyandhehadlethissoulfillitselfwithblacknessandhadrefusedobstinatelytoallowanyriftoflighttopiercethrough.

　　Hehadforgottenanddesertedhishomeandhisduties.

　　Whenhetraveledabout,darknesssobroodedoverhimthatthesightofhimwasawrongdonetootherpeoplebecauseitwasasifhepoisonedtheairabouthimwithgloom.

　　Moststrangersthoughthemustbeeitherhalfmadoramanwithsomehiddencrimeonhissoul.He,wasatallmanwithadrawnfaceandcrookedshouldersandthenamehealwaysenteredonhotelregisterswas,"

ArchibaldCraven,MisselthwaiteManor,Yorkshire,England."

HehadtraveledfarandwidesincethedayhesawMistressMaryinhisstudyandtoldhershemighthaveher"

bitofearth."

HehadbeeninthemostbeautifulplacesinEurope,thoughhehadremainednowheremorethanafewdays.

　　Hehadchosenthequietestandremotestspots.

　　Hehadbeenonthetopsofmountainswhoseheadswereinthecloudsandhadlookeddownonothermountainswhenthesunroseandtouchedthemwithsuchlightasmadeitseemasiftheworldwerejustbeingborn.

　　Butthelighthadneverseemedtotouchhimselfuntilonedaywhenherealizedthatforthefirsttimeintenyearsastrangethinghadhappened.HewasinawonderfulvalleyintheAustrianTyrolandhehadbeenwalkingalonethroughsuchbeautyasmighthavelifted,anyman'

ssouloutofshadow.Hehadwalkedalongwayandithadnotliftedhis.Butatlasthehadfelttiredandhadthrownhimselfdowntorestonacarpetofmossbyastream.

　　Itwasaclearlittlestreamwhichranquitemerrilyalongonitsnarrowwaythroughthelusciousdampgreenness.

　　Sometimesitmadeasoundratherlikeverylowlaughterasitbubbledoverandroundstones.Hesawbirdscomeanddiptheirheadstodrinkinitandthenflicktheirwingsandflyaway.Itseemedlikeathingaliveandyetitstinyvoicemadethestillnessseemdeeper.

　　Thevalleywasvery,verystill.

　　Ashesatgazingintotheclearrunningofthewater,ArchibaldCravengraduallyfelthismindandbodybothgrowquiet,asquietasthevalleyitself.

　　Hewonderedifheweregoingtosleep,buthewasnot.

　　Hesatandgazedatthesunlitwaterandhiseyesbegantoseethingsgrowingatitsedge.Therewasonelovelymassofblueforget-me-notsgrowingsoclosetothestreamthatitsleaveswerewetandatthesehefoundhimselflookingasherememberedhehadlookedatsuchthingsyearsago.

　　Hewasactuallythinkingtenderlyhowlovelyitwasandwhatwondersofblueitshundredsoflittleblossomswere.

　　Hedidnotknowthatjustthatsimplethoughtwasslowlyfillinghismind--fillingandfillingituntilotherthingsweresoftlypushedaside.Itwasasifasweetclearspringhadbeguntoriseinastagnantpoolandhadrisenandrisenuntilatlastitsweptthedarkwateraway.

　　Butofcoursehedidnotthinkofthishimself.Heonlyknewthatthevalleyseemedtogrowquieterandquieterashesatandstaredatthebrightdelicateblueness.

　　Hedidnotknowhowlonghesatthereorwhatwashappeningtohim,butatlasthemovedasifhewereawakeningandhegotupslowlyandstoodonthemosscarpet,drawingalong,deep,softbreathandwonderingathimself.

　　Somethingseemedtohavebeenunboundandreleasedinhim,veryquietly.

Whatisit?

"

hesaid,almostinawhisper,andhepassedhishandoverhisforehead."

Ialmostfeelasif--Iwerealive!

Idonotknowenoughaboutthewonderfulnessofundiscoveredthingstobeabletoexplainhowthishadhappenedtohim.

　　Neitherdoesanyoneelseyet.Hedidnotunderstandatallhimself--butherememberedthisstrangehourmonthsafterwardwhenhewasatMisselthwaiteagainandhefoundoutquitebyaccidentthatonthisverydayColinhadcriedoutashewentintothesecretgarden:

Iamgoingtoliveforeverandeverandever!

Thesingularcalmnessremainedwithhimtherestoftheeveningandhesleptanewreposefulsleep;

butitwasnotwithhimverylong.Hedidnotknowthatitcouldbekept.Bythenextnighthehadopenedthedoorswidetohisdarkthoughtsandtheyhadcometroopingandrushingback.Heleftthevalleyandwentonhiswanderingwayagain.But,strangeasitseemedtohim,therewereminutes--sometimeshalf-hours--when,withouthisknowingwhy,theblackburdenseemedtoliftitselfagainandheknewhewasalivingmanandnotadeadone.

　　Slowly--slowly--fornoreasonthatheknewof--hewas"

comingalive"

withthegarden.

　　AsthegoldensummerchangedintothedeepgoldenautumnhewenttotheLakeofComo.Therehefoundthelovelinessofadream.Hespenthisdaysuponthecrystalbluenessofthelakeorhewalkedbackintothesoftthickverdureofthehillsandtrampeduntilhewastiredsothathemightsleep.Butbythistimehehadbeguntosleepbetter,heknew,andhisdreamshadceasedtobeaterrortohim.

Perhaps,"

hethought,"

mybodyisgrowingstronger."

Itwasgrowingstrongerbut--becauseoftherarepeacefulhourswhenhisthoughtswerechanged--hissoulwasslowlygrowingstronger,too.HebegantothinkofMisselthwaiteandwonderifheshouldnotgohome.

　　Nowandthenhewonderedvaguelyabouthisboyandaskedhimselfwhatheshouldfeelwhenhewentandstoodbythecarvedfour-postedbedagainandlookeddownatthesharplychiseledivory-whitefacewhileitsleptand,theblacklashesrimmedsostartlinglytheclose-shuteyes.

　　Heshrankfromit.

　　Onemarvelofadayhehadwalkedsofarthatwhenhereturnedthemoonwashighandfullandalltheworldwaspurpleshadowandsilver.Thestillnessoflakeandshoreandwoodwassowonderfulthathedidnotgointothevillahelivedin.Hewalkeddowntoalittleboweredterraceatthewater'

sedgeandsatuponaseatandbreathedinalltheheavenlyscentsofthenight.

　　Hefeltthestrangecalmnessstealingoverhimanditgrewdeeperanddeeperuntilhefellasleep.

　　Hedidnotknowwhenhefellasleepandwhenhebegantodream;

hisdreamwassorealthathedidnotfeelasifheweredreaming.Herememberedafterwardhowintenselywideawakeandalerthehadthoughthewas.

　　Hethoughtthatashesatandbreathedinthescentofthelaterosesandlistenedtothelappingofthewaterathisfeetheheardavoicecalling.Itwassweetandclearandhappyandfaraway.Itseemedveryfar,buthehearditasdistinctlyasifithadbeenathisveryside.

Archie!

Archie!

itsaid,andthenagain,sweeterandclearerthanbefore,"

Hethoughthesprangtohisfeetnotevenstartled.

　　It