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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