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The merry little girl was silent, having, she said, a headache. "You've had too much cathedral!" said Miss Hassard. "And the whole church is wretchedly out of drawing!" Jean Hassard had studied art at Pond City in Dakota, and her soul's hope had been to follow Marie Bashkirtseff's career in Paris. But her father had morally handcuffed her and put her into Clara's custody for a year. It was hard!
All the same, though the chief performer in Marie Bashkirtseff's "Confessions" interested her but little, the stage on which for a little while she had scolded and whimpered did interest her for should it not have been her stage too, and Henry's stage, and Dot's stage, father's and mother's stage too?
Gladstone once wrote a postcard about a little book of Marie Bashkirtseff's. Twenty nations read the little book. Every now and then one watches a man or sees a truth that would make a nation. One wishes one had some way of being the sort of person or being in the kind of place where one could make a nation out of it. One thinks it would be passing wonderful to be President of the United States.
How keen must be the struggle for life amid these shoals of "Lives." How futile and vain this aspiration for a "Life" beyond the grave! Vainer still the bid for immortality, when one's own hand raises the mendacious memorial. It is an open question whether even Marie Bashkirtseff's self-hewn shrine will stand she, who sacrificed her life to her "Life."
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