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Chapter27InTheGarden
Chapter27InTheGarden
Ineachcenturysincethebeginningoftheworldwonderfulthingshavebeendiscovered.Inthelastcenturymoreamazingthingswerefoundoutthaninanycenturybefore.
Inthisnewcenturyhundredsofthingsstillmoreastoundingwillbebroughttolight.Atfirstpeoplerefusetobelievethatastrangenewthingcanbedone,thentheybegintohopeitcanbedone,thentheyseeitcanbedone--thenitisdoneandalltheworldwonderswhyitwasnotdonecenturiesago.Oneofthenewthingspeoplebegantofindoutinthelastcenturywasthatthoughts--justmerethoughts--areaspowerfulaselectricbatteries--asgoodforoneassunlightis,orasbadforoneaspoison.Toletasadthoughtorabadonegetintoyourmindisasdangerousaslettingascarletfevergermgetintoyourbody.Ifyouletitstaythereafterithasgotinyoumaynevergetoveritaslongasyoulive.
SolongasMistressMary'smindwasfullofdisagreeablethoughtsaboutherdislikesandsouropinionsofpeopleandherdeterminationnottobepleasedbyorinterestedinanything,shewasayellow-faced,sickly,boredandwretchedchild.Circumstances,however,wereverykindtoher,thoughshewasnotatallawareofit.
Theybegantopushheraboutforherowngood.Whenhermindgraduallyfilleditselfwithrobins,andmoorlandcottagescrowdedwithchildren,withqueercrabbedoldgardenersandcommonlittleYorkshirehousemaids,withspringtimeandwithsecretgardenscomingalivedaybyday,andalsowithamoorboyandhis"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!
Archie!
"itsaid,andthenagain,sweeterandclearerthanbefore,"Archie!
Archie!
"Hethoughthesprangtohisfeetnotevenstartled.
It