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Updated: June 6, 2025
Like some great foreign elemental, it was, until she was near to screaming, and perceived herself captive to madness a broken-nerved creature in a strange place, stifling among aliens, undone in the torment of strange stars.... And, another, the ancient terror to strong women, now fell upon her, to show Beth Truba how mighty she was to suffer.
Time came when she wished she had seen him at the studio, or at her mother's house, when he called before going away.... The sharp irony of her success brought tears and Beth Truba was rather choice of her tears. The portrait had made a stir at the Club, and the papers were discussing it gravely.
And now Bedient knelt upon the stones, uplifted his hands to the starlight, and cried in a low voice: "God bless Beth Truba, and help me to bless her at every turning of her life! God bless Beth Truba for the sensitizing sorrow she gave me, without which this hour could not have been revealed to me!"
She was like a wraith singing and communing with the tuneful tragedies of women world-wide. But there was gaiety in her heart.... Then the knocker, the scurrying of dreams away, and the voice of Marguerite Grey in the dark. "Most romantic song, hour and all," she said, while Beth turned on the lamps. "Beth Truba is naturally so romantic "
That's very clear to me, and you'll see it!... The result a clearer vision into clay and its possibilities, and an expanded conception of my subjects that's one point and a wonderful one. I'm grateful, but there's another.... Oh, Beth, I'm sick unto nausea with repression. Why, should I deny it; I want a real lover among men, and I want live dolls!" A trenchant moment to Beth Truba.
Picture after picture passed through the light of his mind, as from other lives, and the loves of many women; and then the whole story that he had told Beth Truba rushed by the mother's hand and the little boy the city, the parks, the ships the hours upon her arm, when she had made him over anew to face the long voyage alone the questions he had asked the last port with her, which he had never been able to find the last ride with Beth until he was shaken with the rush of visions.
She must hear the voice of Beth Truba lightly observing and answering, while she the heart of her was deathly ill. Her throat tightened; it seemed her breast must burst with old and new agonies. Once more she had given her full faith. This was clear now. She had been a weakling again, and tumultuously, in spite of an ugly warning! Had she not called at Wordling's apartment with the poster?
Back in her mind, a sentence of Cairns' was repeating, "His voice seemed to come from behind the intention of Fate."... Finally when Bedient told of reaching Equatoria, and of the morning when Captain Carreras nudged bashfully wanting his arm a last time Beth Truba exclaimed softly: "Oh, no, that really can't all be true, it's too good!" and her listening eyes stirred with ecstasy....
There was no service nor suffering that he would have hesitated to accept for Beth Truba.... This day amazed him in prospect, one of her beautiful gifts to him. It was almost as if she had come to his house, lovely, unafraid, and sat laughing before his fire. One of the loftiest emotions, this sense of companionship with her.
It had even stimulated her to an old dream of really great work. Beth Truba had long put that away. The rapt look in his eyes; the rapt smile upon his lips when he spoke of his great theme; just to paint that, would be greatness. Just to put it once upon the canvas, that would be enough. It would show that she had seen more than man deeper than flesh.
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