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Starting point is 00:00:00 Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. Chapter 1 Talk, Talk, Talk, Good lines and no action, said all, Not even promising first act. Eight failure and season more than half over. Rather be a playwright and fail than a critic compelled to listen to has-beens and would-bees, trying to put over bad plays.

Starting point is 00:00:27 Oh, for just one more great first-ness. night. If there's a spirit world, why don't the ghosts of dead artists get together and inhibit bad playwrights from tormenting first-nighters? Astral board of immortals sitting in unconscious tweaking

Starting point is 00:00:44 strings until gobbets of slurotics become gibbering idiots every time they put pen to paper. Few are first nights, but more joy. Also joy of sending producer back to cigar stands. Thank God no longer a critic. don't need to come to first nights unless i want can't keep away habit too strong of a columnist must forage why did i become a columnist more money money and i once a rubecent socialist best parlour type

Starting point is 00:01:18 lord i wish some one would die and leave me a million clavering opened his weary eyes and glanced over the darkened auditorium visualizing a mass of bored resent for discs, a few hopeful, perhaps, the greater number too educated in the theatre, not to have recognised the heavy note of incompetence that had boomed like a muffled fog-horn since the rise of the curtain. It was a typical first-night audience, assembled to welcome a favourite actress in a new play. All the sophisticates, as Clavering had named them, abandoning intellectuals and intelligentsia to the parlour socialists, were present. authors, playwrights, editors and young editors, columnists, dramatic critics, young publishers, the fashionable illustrators and cartoonists, a few actors, artists, sculptors, hostesses of

Starting point is 00:02:15 the eminent, and a sprinkling of Greenwich Village to give a touch of old bohemia to what was otherwise almost as brilliant and standardised as a Monday night at the opera. 12 years ago, clavering, impelled irresistibly from a dilapidated colonial mansion in Louisiana, to the cerebrum of the Western world, had arrived in New York, and run the usual gamut of the high-powered man from reporter to special writer, although youth rose to eminence less rapidly then than now. Dramatic critic of his newspaper for three years, two years at the war, an envied, quoted, an omniscient columnist since his return from France.

Starting point is 00:03:01 Journalistically, he could rise no higher, and none of the frequent distinguished parties given by the sophisticates was complete without the long lou lounging body and saturnine countenance of Lee Clavering. As soon as he had set foot upon the ladder of prominence, Mr Clavering had realised the value of dramatising himself, and although he was as active of body as of mind, and of an amiable and genial disposition,

Starting point is 00:03:31 as his friends sometimes angrily protested. His world, that world of increasing importance in New York, knew him as a cynical, morose, mysterious creature, who, at a party, transferred himself from one woman's side to another's by sheer effort of will spurred by boredom. The unmarried women had given him up as a confirmed bachelor, but a few still followed his dark face with longing eyes. He sometimes wondered what role he would have adopted if he had been a blonde. As a matter of fact, he was intensely romantic, even after ten years of newspaper work in New York, and two of war.

Starting point is 00:04:14 And when his steel-blue, half-closed eyes roved over a gathering at the moment of entrance, it was with the ever-greased. in hope of discovering the consummate woman. There was no affectation in his idealistic fastidiousness, nor of late in his general boredom, not that he did not still like his work, or possibly pontificating every morning over his famous name to an admiring public, but he was tired of the crowd, the same old faces,

Starting point is 00:04:46 tired of the steady grind of bad plays, he who had such a passionate love of the drama somewhat tired of himself he would have liked to tramp the world for a year but although he had money enough saved he dare not drop out of new york one was forgotten overnight and fashions especially since the war changed so quickly and yet so subtly that he might be another year readjusting himself on his return or find himself supplanted by some man young than himself, whose cursed audacity and dramatized youthfulness would have accustomed to the facile public to some new brand of pap flavored with red pepper. The world was marching to the tune of youth. Damn it. Mr. Clavering was beginning to feel elderly at 34, but it was hard to shake out the entrenched. He had his public hypnotised. He could sell ten copies of a book where a reviewer could sell one. His word on a play was final, or almost. Personal mention of any of the

Starting point is 00:05:57 sophisticates added a cubit to reputation. Three mentions made them household words. Neglect caused agonies and visions of extinction. Disbaragement was preferable. By publicity shall ye know them. Even public men with rhinocerine hides had been seen to shiver. causewomen courted him prize fighters on the dower morn after a triumphant night had howled between fury and tears as mr lee clavering once crack reporter of the gentle art wrote sadly of greater warriors lenin had mentioned him as an enemy of the new religion who dealt not with the truth until he grew dull no grinning skeleton as yet his public after hasty or solemn digestion of the new would turn over to his column with a sigh of relief but he must hang on no doubt of that fatal to give the public even a hint that it might learn to do without him he sighed and closed his eyes again it was not unpleasant to feel himself a slave a slave who had forged his own gilded chains but he sighed again for his lost simplicitys for his day-dreams under the magnolias when he had believed that if women of his class were not obliged to do their own housework they would all be young and beautiful and talk only of romance

Starting point is 00:07:28 when he had thought upon the intellectual woman and the woman who did things as an anomaly and a horror well the reality was more companionable he would say that for them then he grinned as he recalled the days of his passionate socialism when he had taken pains like every socialist he had ever met to let it be understood that he had been born in the best society well so he had and he was glad of it even if the best of it even if the best of the best society well so he had and he was glad of it even if the best society of his small southern town had little to live on but its vanished past he never alluded to his distinguished ancestry now that he was eminent and comfortable and he looked back with uneasy scorn upon his former breeches of taste but he never quite forgot it no southerner ever does the play droned on to an end of the interminable first act talk talk talk he'd go to sleep but we'd be sure to get a quick in his neck then he remembered a woman who had come down the aisle just as the lights were lowering and passed his seat he had not seen her face but her graceful figure had attracted his attention and the peculiar shade of her hair the color of warm ashes there was no woman of his acquaintance with that rare shade of blond hair he opened his eyes she was sitting two seats ahead of him and the lights of the stage gave a faint halo to a small well-shaped head defined by the low coil of hair she had a long throat apparently but although she had dropped her wrap over the back of the seat he had no more than a glimpse of a white neck and a suggestion of sloping shoulders

Starting point is 00:09:16 rather rare those nowadays they reminded him together with the haughty poise of the head of the family portraits in the old gallery at home being dark himself he admired fair women although since they had taken to bobbing their hair they looked as much alike as magazine covers. This woman wore her hair in no particular fashion. It was soft and abundant, brushed back from her face, and drawn merely over the tips of the ears. At least so he inferred. He had not seen even her profile as she passed. Profiles were out of date, but in an old-fashioned corner of his soul he admired them, and he was idly convinced that a woman with so perfectly shaped a head long and narrow, but not too narrow, must have a profile. Probably her full face would not be so attractive. Women with Sondje hair generally had light brows and lashes, and her eyes might be a washed-out blue, or prominent, or her mouth too small. He would bet on the

Starting point is 00:10:27 profile, however, and instead of rushing out when that blessed curtain went down, he would wait and look for it. Then he closed his eyes again and forgot her until he was roused by the clapping of many hands. First night has always applaud, no matter how perfunctorily. No bless oblige,

Starting point is 00:10:47 but the difference between the applause of the board but loyal and that of the enchanted and quickened is the difference between a rising breeze and a hurricane. The actors bowed on mass in threes, in twos, singly.

Starting point is 00:11:02 The curtain descended, the lights rose. The audience heaved. Men hurried up the aisle and climbed over patient women. People began to visit, and then the woman two seats ahead of Clavering did a singular thing. She rose slowly to her feet, turned her back to the stage, raised her opera glasses, and leisurely surveyed the audience. I knew it!

Starting point is 00:11:28 Clavering's tongue clipped, European. No American woman ever did. that unless to be sure she has lived too long abroad to remember our customs he gazed at her eagerly and felt a slight sensation of annoyance that the entire house was following his example the opera glasses concealed her eyes but they rested upon the bridge of an indubitably straight nose her forehead was perhaps too high but it was full and the thick hair was brushed back from a sharp point her eyebrows thank heaven were many shades darker than her hair they were also narrow and glossy decidedly they received attention possibly they were plucked and darkened life had made him sceptical of points however clavering was no lover of unamended nature holding nature except in rare moments of inspiration a bungler of the first water in spite of its smooth white skin and rounded contours above an undamaged throat it was subtly not a young face the mouth rather large although fresh and red possibly they had lip-sticks in europe that approximated nature had none of the girl's soft flexibility it was full in the centre and the red of the under lip was more than a visible line but it was straight at the corners ending in an almost abrupt sternness. Once she smiled, but it was little more than an amused flicker. The mouth did not

Starting point is 00:13:05 relax. The shape of the face bore out the promise of the head, but deflected from its oval at the chin which was almost square and indented. The figure was very slight, but as subtly mature as the face, possibly because she held it uncompromisingly erect. Apparently she had made no concession to the democratic absence of carriage, the indifferent, almost apologetic mean that had succeeded the limp curves of a few years ago. She wore a dress of white jet, made with the long lines of the present fashion. In dress she was evidently a stickler. The neck was cut in a low square, showing the rise of the bust. Her own lines were long, the arms and hands very slender in the long white gloves.

Starting point is 00:13:56 Probably she was the only woman in the house who wore gloves. Life was freer since the wall. She wore a triple string of pearls. He waited eagerly until she should drop her glasses. He heard two girls gasping and muttering behind him. There was a titter across the house. She lowered the opera glasses and glanced over the rows of upturned faces immediately before her,

Starting point is 00:14:21 scrutinizing them casually, as if they were fish in an aquarium. She had dropped her lid slightly before her eyes came to rest on clavering. He was leaning forward, his eyes hard and focal, doing his best to compel her notice. Her glance did linger on his for a moment

Starting point is 00:14:40 before it moved on indifferently, but in that brief interval he experienced a curious ripple along his nerves, almost a note of warning. There were very dark grey eyes, Greek in the curve of the lid and inconceivably wise,

Starting point is 00:14:56 cold, disillusioned. She did not look a day over 28. There were no marks of dissipation on her face, but for its cold regularity she would have looked younger, with her eyes closed. The eyes seemed to gaze down

Starting point is 00:15:12 out of an infinitely remote past. Suddenly she seemed to sense the concentrated attention of the audience. She swept it with a hasty glance, evidently appreciated the fact that she alone was standing and facing it, coloured slightly and sat down. But her repose was absolute. She made no little embarrassed gestures as another woman would have done.

Starting point is 00:15:36 She did not even affect to read her programme. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. chapter two clavering left his chair and wandered up the aisle he felt none of his usual impatience for the beneficent cigarette was he hit hardly inquisitive certainly but he had seen so many provocative shells vile trick of nature that poverty-stricken unoriginal creature that she was he glanced over the rows of people as he passed it was not the play that was animating them the woman was a godsend his gaze paused abruptly on the face of mr charles dinwiddie clavering's grand-aunt had married mr dinwiddie's father and the two men so far apart in years were more or less intimate the older man's inexhaustible gossip of the other man's inexhaustible gossip of the other man's

Starting point is 00:16:40 New York society, a muse-clavering, who in turn had initiated Mr. Dinwiddie into new and strange pleasures, including literary parties and first nights, ignored by the world of fashion. All New York men of the old regime, no matter what their individuality may have been 20 years earlier, look so much alike as they approach 60, and more particularly, after they have passed it, that they might be brothers in blood as in case. Their mustaches, and what little hair they have left, turns the same shade of well-bred white. Their fine old Nordic faces are generally lean and flat of cheek. Their expression calm, assured, not always smug. They are impeccably groomed and erect. Stout they may be, but seldom fat, and if not always handsome,

Starting point is 00:17:35 they are polished, distinguished, aloof. They no longer wear side-whiskers and look younger than their fathers did at the same age. Mr. Dimwydie's countenance as a rule was as formal and politely expressionless as became his dignified status, but tonight it was not. It was pallid. The rather prominent eyes were staring, the mouth was relaxed. He was seated next the aisle, and clavering hastened towards him in alarm. Ill, old chap, he asked, better come out. Mr. Dinwiddie focused his eyes, then stumbled to his feet and caught Clavering by the arm. Yes, he muttered, get me out of this and take me where I can get a drink.

Starting point is 00:18:19 Seen a ghost! Clavering guided him up the aisle, then out of a side exit into an alley, and produced a flask from his hip-pocket. Mr. Dinwiddie, without ceremony, raised it to his lips and swallowed twice. gasping a little. He had reached the age of the mild whiskey and soda. Then he stood erect and passed his hand over the shining curve of his head. Ever seen a ghostly? he asked. That woman was there, wasn't she? She was there all right. Clavering's face was no longer cynical and mysterious. It was alive with curiosity. Do you know who she is?

Starting point is 00:18:59 thirty-odd years ago any one of us old chaps would have told you she was mary ogden and like as not raised his hat she was the beauty and the bell of her day but she married a hungarian diplomat count zatiani when she was twenty-four and deserted us never been in the country since i never wanted to see her again too hard hit but i caught a glimpse of her at the opera in paris about ten years ago Faded. Always striking, of course, with that style. But withered, changed, skinny where she had been slim, her throat concealed by a dog-colour a yard long, her expression sad and apathetic. The dethroned idol of men. God, Mary Ogden. I left the house. It is her daughter, of course. Never had a child, positive of it. Zatiani title went to a nephew who was killed in the wall. no it must be must be his eyes began to glitter clavering knew the symptom his relative was about to impart interesting gossip well he asked impatiently there were many stories about mary ogden mary zatiani always a notable figure in the capitals of europe her husband was in the diplomatic service until he died some years before i saw her in paris she was far too clever damnably clever mary ogden and had a reputation for it in european society as well as for beauty to get herself compromised but there were stories that must be it she had a daughter and stowed her away some no two women could be as alike as that except mother and daughter don't see it too often at that why the very way she carries her head her style wonder where she kept her that girl has been educated and has all the air of the best society must have got her friends to adopt her gad what a secret chapter but why on earth does she let the girl run round loose i shouldn't say she was a day under twenty-eight no doubt she looked younger from where you were sitting twenty-eight mary must have begun sooner than we heard but-well we never felt that we knew mary that was one of her charms she kept us guessing as you young fellows say and she had the devil's own light in her eyes sometimes

Starting point is 00:21:35 His own orb lit up again. Wonder if Mary is here. No doubt she's come over to get her property back. She never transferred her investments, and of course it was alienated during the war. But not a soul has heard from her. I am sure of that. We were discussing her the other night at dinner,

Starting point is 00:21:55 and wondering if her fortune had been turned over. It was that Jane Oglethorpe's. Jane and a good many of the other women have seen her from time to time abroad, stayed at her castle in Hungary during the first years of her marriage but then drifted apart as friends do she must be a wreck poor thing

Starting point is 00:22:14 she ran a hospital during the war and was in Budapest for some time after the revolution broke out I hope she had the girl well hidden away perhaps she sent the girl over to look after her affairs that's it beyond a doubt and I'll find out Trent is Mary's attorney and trustee

Starting point is 00:22:34 I'll make him open up. And you call on her? Won't I? That is, I'll make Trent take me. I never want to look at poor Mary again, but I'd feel young. Hello, I believe you're hit. Mr. Dinwiddie, having solved his problems, was quite himself again, and alert for one of the little dramas that savoured his rather tasteless days.

Starting point is 00:23:00 I'd like that. I'd introduce you, and give you my blessing. "'Rong side of the blanket, though. "'Don't care a hang. "'That's right. Who cares about anything these days?' "'And you can only be young once,' he sighed. "'And if she's like her mother, only halfway like her inside, "'she'll be worth it.

Starting point is 00:23:20 "'Is that a promise? We'll shake on it. "'I'll see Trent in the morning. "'Dine with me at the club at eight. "'Rather.' "'Eend of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton This Librevox recording is in the public domain Recording by Lynn Thompson

Starting point is 00:23:41 Chapter 3 The critics left after the second act to damn the play at leisure Clavering remained in his seat 40 minutes later While the performers were responding to faint call And amiable friends were demanding the author of the doomed play The Lady of Mystery who, Clavering reflected cynically,

Starting point is 00:24:02 was doubtless merely an unusual-looking person with a commonplace history. Most explanations, after wild guesses, were commonplace, left her seat and passed up the aisle. Irresistibly, Clavering followed her. As she stood for a moment under the glare of the electric lights at the entrance, he observed her critically.

Starting point is 00:24:25 She survived the test. A small car drew up to the curb. She entered it, and he stood in the softly falling snow, feeling somewhat of a fool. As he walked slowly to his rooms in Madison Square, he came definitely to the conclusion that it was merely his old reporter's instinct that burned so fiercely, even when he had prodded in middy and shaken hands in a glow of anticipation. Certainly there was no fire in his blood. His imagination had not toyed for a moment with the hope that here at last, He did not feel in the least romantic. But what man, especially after Dinwiddie's revelations, wouldn't feel a bit curious, a bit excited?

Starting point is 00:25:11 Thank heaven he was young enough for that. He must know who she was. Certainly he would like to talk to her. She knew the world, no doubt of it. With those eyes, European women, given the opportunity, could cram more of life into ten years than a an American woman into 40. She had had her experiences in spite of that Madonna face. He'd bet on it. Well, he wasn't falling in love with a woman who had too heavily underscored in the book of life.

Starting point is 00:25:44 But he enjoyed talking to European women of the world. New York had been overrun of late, with Russian princesses and other ladies of title come over in the hope of milking the good old American cow, and when he could divert them from their grievances, he found them clever, subtle and interesting. It was likely that this woman had a grievance of that sort, or was looking for a chance to get at the generous but elusive udder. Her pearls might not be real, but her gown was superlatively expensive, her evening wrap of mould velvet lined with ermine,

Starting point is 00:26:21 and her little car perfectly turned out. He looked like a fortune hunter with his salary of fifteen thousand a year and a few thousands in bonds. Not if he knew it. But find out who she was. Know her. Talk to her. Learn what he felt was an interesting history.

Starting point is 00:26:42 Quite another matter. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 4. The next evening. when he arrived at the club he found Mr. Dinwiddie fuming.

Starting point is 00:27:03 What do you think? he exclaimed as he led his guest to his favourite table in the corner. That old rascal bluffed me, bluffed me, said there was no relative of Countess Satyani in the country that he knew of. Looked blank as a post when I told him of the extraordinary resemblance of that girl to Mary Ogden. Said he never heard of her. laughed at the idea of a sub-roza daughter pretended to be angry at such an aspersion on mary's fair fame was in love with her himself like the rest of us but he was lying and he knew that i knew he was lying what'll you have anything go ahead i know by the glitter of your eye that you haven't finished you're right i haven't he gave his order and leaned forward i've done a little prospecting on my own account mary inherited the old ogden house over on murray hill i happened to know that the lease ran out last year and that it hasn't been rented since well i've walked past there to-day and some one is living in it boarding off windows open fresh curtains a servant receiving a parcel at the area door she's there mark my words not a doubt of it why didn't you walk boldly up and send in your card hadn't a courage besides that girl never heard of me i hadn't the ghost of an excuse

Starting point is 00:28:31 why not put mrs oglethorpe on the scent she could call women are always fertile in excuses i can't see what pretext she could trump up. She'd be keen enough all right, but she hardly could tell this haughty creature, with the unmistakable stamp of the great world on her, that she knows she must be the left-handed daughter of Mary Ogden. Even Jane hasn't assurance enough for that. She might assume that this young woman is a member of the Countess Satyani's family, daughter of a cousin or something. Those extraordinary resemblances do recur in families. That indeed may be the explanation. Not a bit of it. That girl is Mary's daughter. I'm inclined to agree with you, but it is understood that you can't hurl it at her.

Starting point is 00:29:21 Mrs. Oglethorpe, however, could invent a pretty pretense, saw her at the theatre, struck by her likeness to her old friend, discovered she was living in the family mansion, felt she must seek her out. Hmm, that's not quite the sort of thing the New York woman does, and you know it. True, the war has upset them, as it's how it's. has everyone else. They are still restless. I have met two opera singers, two actresses, three of these juvenile editors, and columnists at dinners and musical evenings during the last month alone. I believe they'd lionise Charlie Chaplin if he'd let them, but I understand he's

Starting point is 00:30:00 more exclusive than we are. God, what is New York society coming to? You like straying outside the sacred preserve yourself occasionally? I do. But, but But I'm a man. We always did stray a bit. But when I think of the exclusiveness of only a few years ago, why New York Society was a club, the most exclusive club in the world. London Society was bohemia compared to it. It's the democratic flu. That's what aristocracy's done for. I'm not so sure. The reaction may be devastating, but it's a sign of grace that they've at last discovered sufficient intelligence to be bored with their somewhat monotonous selves, and Mrs. Oglethorpe always that exactly as she pleases. Better drop her a hint. Well, I'll try it, but while Jane may be high-handed, she has certain

Starting point is 00:30:54 rigid ideas when it comes to society, and who shall enter its gates. So far, she's made no concessions. She, and a few others still keep a tight rein. Their daughters, though, and granddaughters, Jane's girls are replicas of herself with every atom of her personality. And she's girls, left out. But Jim's daughter, Janet, is her grandmother over again, plus modern bad manners, bad habits, and a defiance of every known convention. Wretched little flapper. God, what are we coming to? Never mind, Janet. Why don't you suggest it to Jane? She thinks more of you than of anyone else. I doubt if you could ask her anything, not much, she'd twig at once. I've had several hints lately

Starting point is 00:31:39 that she has her eye on somebody she wants me to marry. You must do it yourself, and you must. Well, if she won't, Mrs. Jim might. The younger women would know this girl like a shot if they thought there was any fun in it. Then drop her if she didn't measure up. I don't know that I care to place her in such a position. I've an idea the fair unknown can take care of herself.

Starting point is 00:32:06 I don't see her picked up and dropped probably it would be the deuce and all to meet her i think my plan is best you can rouse any woman's curiosity and no one has more than mrs oglethorpe that would be the wedge you'd meet her and then you could give her a dinner and invite me all right i'll try it something must happen soon my arteries won't stand the strain end of chapter four chapter v of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter five madam is not at home ma'am is she not then i'll wait for her mrs oglethorpe swept by the butler and he had the sensation of chaff scattering before a strong wind in truth mrs oglethorpe was an impressive figure and quite two inches taller than himself he could only stare at her in helpless awe the more so as he had recognised her at once leadership might be extinct but mrs oglethorpe was still a power in new york society with her terrible outspokenness her uncompromised her uncompromised standards, her sardonic humour, her great wealth, and her eagle eye for subterfuge. How could a mere servant hope to oppose that formidable will, when his betters trembled at her

Starting point is 00:33:45 nod? Mrs. Oglethorpe had made her usual careful toilet, her full, long dress of heavy pile black velvet, almost covered with a sable cape, swept the floor. Changing skirts meant nothing to her. Like all women of the old-ray-yred. regime in New York. She wore her hair dressed very high, and it was surmounted by a small black hat covered with feathers, ruthlessly exposing her large square face with its small, snapping black eyes and prominent nose. A high-boned collar of net supported what was left of her throat.

Starting point is 00:34:22 She wore no jewels, as she clung to the rigorous law of her youth, which had tabooed the vulgar display of anything but pearls in the daytime. As she was too much. old and yellow for pearls, she compromised on jet earrings and necklace. She carried a cane. Mr. Dinwiddie, to his surprise, had found no difficulty in persuading her to investigate the mysteries of the Ogden Mansion, for she had leapt at once to the conclusion that the friend of her youth was in some way menaced by this presumptuous stranger of the fantastic resemblance. There had been a time when, while indignantly repudiating the stories of so prevalent for many years after Mary Ogden's marriage to Count Zatiani, she had secretly believed

Starting point is 00:35:08 and condoned them, not only because she had loved her devotedly, and known something of her heavy disillusionment, but because the wild secret life the exalted Countess Satyani was believed to be leading, fed her own suppressed longings for romance and adventure. With the passage of years, which had taken their toll of Mary's beauty and fascination, and brought complete disillusionment to herself, she had almost forgotten that old phase. Moreover, it was many years since she had visited Europe, and correspondence between the two friends, once so intimate, had almost ceased before the war.

Starting point is 00:35:50 During that long interval, she had heard nothing of her except that she was running a hospital in Budapest. but shortly after the close of the war she had been distressed to learn from a member of one of the various commissions to vienna that countess satyani was ill in a sanitarium she had written at once but received no reply now she feared that some adventuress had taken advantage of a superficial resemblance she dismissed mr dimwydie's protestations of the exactness of the resemblance as the mongerings of a weakened memory playing about among the ghosts of the of his youth, to scheme for the Ogden fortune. When told that Judge Trent was evidently shielding the woman, her suspicions were redoubled. She had consistently hated Judge Trent for fifty years. If, on the other hand, the creature were really Mary's daughter, and could prove it, well, she would make up her mind what course to take when she met her. I'll wait in the library, she announced, and moved majestically down the horse.

Starting point is 00:36:56 ball. Then, at a sound, she paused and glanced towards the stair which rose on the left opposite the library. A woman was descending, a woman only an inch or two shorter than herself, and no less stately, with ashen blonde hair coiled low on her graceful neck, and wearing a loose gown of pale green crape with a silver girdle. "'My God!' exclaimed Mrs. Oglethorpe in a loud, imperious voice, as if commanding you almighty to leap from his throne and fly to her assistance. Then she leaned heavily on her cane. The lady came quickly down the stairs and made a peremptory signal to the butler. As he disappeared, she walked forward more slowly and paused within a few feet of her agitated guest. Her eyebrows

Starting point is 00:37:47 was slightly raised, her face impassive. Not even those sharp old eyes staring at her, guessed that she had been completely taken by surprise and was inwardly quaking mrs oglethorpe could not speak for a moment the years had dropped from her she was once more a young woman come to spend the day with her favourite friend or to attend a reception in the stately formal house on murray hill high rooms filled with women wearing tight basques bustles full sweeping skirts small hats or bonnets perched on puffs and braids, Mary, the most radiant and beautiful and enchanting girl in the world, coming forward with hands outstretched, while her more formal mother frowned a little at her enthusiasm, or were they both risen to haunt the old house? But confusion could reign for only a few seconds in Mrs. Oglethorpe's indomitable soul. She drew herself up to her imposing height, and her voice was harsher than usual as she addressed the vision that had confounded her.

Starting point is 00:38:55 Pardon me, your likeness to my old friend, Camtest Atiani, startled me. Who are you, may I ask? Does it really matter? And once more Mrs. Oglethorpe started, although the accent was foreign. Yes, it does matter, she said grimly. This is what I have come to find out. Oh, again there was a slight lift of the eyebrows. I had always heard that America.

Starting point is 00:39:20 were unconventional but hardly that they carried their independence of the conventions so far as to invade the house of a stranger i'll not be put off are you mary zatiani's daughter for a second there was an expression of broad amusement on the beautiful cold face opposite but it passed with a slight shrug of the shoulders no she said evenly then who are you i do not choose to say at present? Her tone was as arrogant as her interlocutors, and Mrs. Oglethorpe bristled. What does Trent mean by lying about your presence in this house? Judge Trent respects my wishes. Your wishes! You've made a fool of him. But I am Countess Zetiani's oldest friend, and if she has been imposed upon, if she has come to any harm, if you are after her fortune by pretending on the strength of your singular likeness to be her heir. I shall know how to put a stop to it in spite of Judge Trent. I suppose you have never heard of me. My name is Oglethorpe. I have heard of Mrs. Oglethorpe

Starting point is 00:40:31 from Countess Satyani, but she failed to prepare me for your excessively bad manners. Manors be damned. I use what manners I choose and I've never done anything else. I repeat to you that Countess Ettyani was the most intimate friend of my youth and for many years after. If she has no one to protect her interests in this country, I shall protect them myself. Don't you suppose I am well aware that if you were in her confidence she would have sent you direct to me? It is the first thing she would have thought of. If you are not an imposter and an adventurous, present your credentials and I will ask your pardon. Judge Trent has my credentials. Now, if you will excuse me, I will not excuse you. I will not excuse you. I will

Starting point is 00:41:17 get to the depth of all this mystery. I abominate mystery. It is vulgar and stupid. You will tell me who you are, or I will set the newspapers on your track. They'll soon ferret it out. I've only to say the word. Ah, the lady seemed to falter for a moment. She looked speculatively at the indignant old face opposite. They made a vague little gesture toward her hair and dropped her eyes. No, she said softly, don't. Please. She raised her eyes once more and looked straight into Mrs. Oglethorpe's. The two women stood staring at each other for several seconds. Mrs. Oglethorpe's eyes blinked. Her jaw fell, then she drew herself up in her most impressive manner.

Starting point is 00:42:05 Good day, she said, Your pardon for the intrusion. And although her voice had trembled, she swept majestically down the hall. The unwilling hostess touched a bell and a footman opened the door. End of Chapter 5 Chapter 6 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton This Libre Fox recording is in the public domain Recording by Lynn Thompson Chapter 6 Three weeks passed

Starting point is 00:42:40 There were almost twice as many first nights Mary Ogden, as Clavering called her for want of the truth, was a to each. She never rose in her seat again and, indeed, seemed to seek inconspicuousness, but she was always in the second or third row of the orchestra, and she wore a different gown on each occasion. As she entered after the curtain rose and stole out before it went down for the last time,

Starting point is 00:43:07 few but those in the adjacent seats and boxes were edified by any details of those charming creations, although it was noticeable that the visiting of both sexes was most active in her neighbourhood. For by this time she was the talk of the town, or of that important and excessively active-minded section of Greater New York represented at first nights. The columnists had commented on her. One had indicted ten lines of free verse in her honour. Another had soared on the wings of 17th century English into a panegyric on her beauty, and her halo of mystery. A poet, editor Witt, had clept her the silent drama.

Starting point is 00:43:52 Had it been wartime, she would inevitably have been set down as a spy, and as it was there were dark inferences that she was a Bolshevik agent who had smuggled vast sums of money into the country, and passed it on to the Reds. There were those who opined she was some rich man's mistress, recently imported, snatched from some victim of revolution who could no longer afford her. Blonde madonnas were always under suspicion, unless you knew all about them. Others, more practical, scoffed at these fancy theories and asserted roundly that she was either a Russian refugee who had sound American or English investments,

Starting point is 00:44:35 or some American woman educated abroad who knew no one in New York and amused herself at the theatre. Indeed? Why then should she be? an obviously wealthy young woman of as obviously good birth and breeding bring no letters. Something crooked, not a doubt of it. A European girl or young widow of position would never come to America without a chaperone, nor an American brought up abroad. A woman with that air knows what's what. She simply put herself beyond the pale and doesn't care.

Starting point is 00:45:10 Some impoverished woman of the noblesse who has taken up. with a rich man. The men would have liked to put a detective on the track of every millionaire in town. Clavering had confided in no one, and Mr. Dinwiddie, although he had attended a party given by one of the most hospitable of the sophisticates, where the unknown was discussed from cocktail to cocktail, and where, forgetting his arteries, he had befuddled himself at a generous fount, had guarded his tongue.

Starting point is 00:45:42 To Clavering, he had been unable to. able to extend either hope or information mrs oglethorpe had turned a bleak and rigid countenance upon the friend of her youth when he had called with an eager ear and forbidden him tartly ever to mention the subject to her again interview must have been devilish unpleasant to curdle poor old jane like that he had commented no doubt the girl showed her the door gad jane but mary's daughter could do it none better clavering was deeply disappointed he turned a scowling back on the gossips rending the topic to tatters new york must have a new topic every season this girl had arrived in a season of dearth and unless she were discovered to be living in an absolute flagrancy they would throw down the carpet some went even further after all what's about but there seemed to be not the remotest prospect of meeting her not even of solving the mystery she had been seen striding round the reservoir in a short skirt and high-laced boots of soft pale leather one triumphant woman had stood next to her at a glove counter and overheard her observed to the clerk in a sweet and rather deep voice with an ineluctibly refined and foreign accent that gloves were cheaper in new york than in paris she had been passed several times in her smart little car and once she had been seen going into the public library evidently she was no hermit several of the sophisticates had friends in society and questioned them eagerly

Starting point is 00:47:24 but were rewarded only by questions as eager in return on the sixth of these first nights when the unknown slipped quietly from her seat at the end of the last act she saw the aisle in front of her almost blocked one after another the rows of seats were hurriedly deserted clavering as usual was directly behind her but mr dimwyddy forced from his chair many aisles back was swept out with the crowd when she reached the foyer she found herself surrounded by men and women whose frank interest was of the same well-bred but artless essence as that afforded a famous actress or prima donna exhibiting herself before the footlights it was evident that she had a sense of humour for as she made her way slowly toward the entrance a smile twitched her mouth more than once clavering thought that she was on the point of laughing outright but he fumed damn them they'll scare her off she'll never come again one or two women had vowed they'd speak to her after all a first night was a club of sorts but their courage failed them the crowd made way for her and she crossed the pavement to wait for her car clavering always hoping that some drunken brute would give him the opportunity to succour her followed and stood as close as he dared her car drove up and she entered As it started, she turned her head and looked straight at him, and then clavering was sure that she laughed outright.

Starting point is 00:49:02 He started recklessly after the car, plunging between automobiles going in four different directions, and jumping on the running board of a taxi, told the man to drive like hell toward Park Avenue. There was amused recognition in that glance. She had, must have, noticed him before tonight. and then he had his chance to the brave belong the fair end of chapter six chapter seven of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter seven he dismissed the taxi at the corner of her street and walked rapidly toward the house he had no definite object but with the blood of romantic ancestors who

Starting point is 00:49:58 had serenaded beneath magnolia trees pounding in his veins he thought it likely he would take up his stand under the opposite lamp-posts and remain there all night the repertorial news sense died painlessly suddenly to his amazement he saw her run down the steps of her house and disappear into the area she was once more at the gate when he hurried up to her may i am i he stammered is anything the matter? For a moment she had shrunk back in alarm, but the narrow silent street between its ramparts of brown stone was bright with moonlight and she recognised him. Oh, it is you, she said with a faint

Starting point is 00:50:42 smile. I forgot my key and I cannot make anyone hear the bell. The servants sleep on the top floor, and of course like logs. Yes, you can do something. Are you willing to break a window, crawl in, and find your way up to the front door? Watch me. Clavering forgot that he was saturnine and remote and turning 34. He took the area steps at a bound. Iron gates guarded the basement doors, but the old bars on the windows were

Starting point is 00:51:12 easily wrenched out. He lifted his foot, kicked out a pane, found the catch, opened the window, and ran up the narrow dark stairs. There was a light in the spacious hall, and in another moment he had opened the door. He expected to be dismissed with a word of lofty thanks, but she said in a tone of casual hospitality, there are sandwiches in the library, and I can give you a whiskey and soda. She walked with a light, swift step down the hall, the narrow tail of her black velvet gown wriggling after her. Clavering followed in a daze, but his trained eye took note of the fine old rugs and carved Italian furniture, two splendid tapestries and great vases of flowers that filled the air with a drowsy perfume. He had heard of the Ogden

Starting point is 00:52:03 house built and furnished some fifty years ago. The couple that had leased it had been childless and it showed little wear. The stairs curving on the left had evidently been recarpeted, but in a very dull red that harmonised with the mellow tints of the old house. she opened a door at the end of the hall on the right and he found himself in a large library whose walls were covered with books to the ceiling dinwiddie had told him that the ogdens were bookish people and that mary's grandfather had been an eminent jurist the room was as dark in tone as the hall but the worn chairs and sofas looked very comfortable a log was burning in the hearth she took a key from a drawer and handed it to him you will find whisky and a siphon in that cabinet mr clavering i keep them for judge trent mr cler he came out of his days you know who i am then but certainly i am not as reckless as all that her accent was slight but in dubious yet impossible to place it might be that of a european who spoke many languages or of an american with a susceptible ear who had lived the greater part of her life abroad i was driving one day with judge trent and saw you walking with mr dim whitty trent ah he had his first full look into those wise unfathomable eyes standing close to her she seemed somewhat older than he had guessed her to be although her face was unlined

Starting point is 00:53:40 probably it was her remarkable poise her air of power and security and those eyes what had they not looked upon she smiled and poured broth from a thermos bottle you are forgetting your whisky and soda she reminded him he filled his glass took a sandwich and sank into the depths of a leather chair she had seated herself on an upright throne-like chair opposite her black velvet gown was like a vase supported her black velvet gown was like a vase supported a subtly moulded flower of dazzling fairness she wore the three rows of pearls that had excited almost as much speculation as her mysterious self as she drank her mild beverage she looked at him over the brim of her cup and once more appeared to be on the verge of laughter will you tell me who you are asked clavering bluntly this is hardly fair you know mr dim whitty really managed to coax nothing from judge trent he called three times i understand not a word he had my orders she said coolly i am obliged to pass some time in new york and i have my reasons for remaining obscure then you should have avoided first nights but i understood that society did not attend first nights. So Judge Trent informed me. I loved the play. Judge Trent told me the first nights were very amusing, and that I would be sure to be seen by no one I had ever met in European society. Probably not, he said dryly, and feeling decidedly nettled at her calm assumption

Starting point is 00:55:19 that nothing but the society of fashion counted. But the people who do attend them are alongside more distinguished in the only way that counts these days, and the women are often as well dressed as any in the sacrosanct preserves. Oh, I noticed that, she said quickly, charming, intelligent faces, a great variety of types, and many, but many, quite admirable gowns. But who are they, may I ask? I thought there was nothing between New York society and the poor, but, well, the bourgeoisie. He informed. her. Ah, you see, well, I always heard that your people of the artistic and intellectual class were rather eccentric, rather cultivated a pose. Once, maybe, they all make too much money these days.

Starting point is 00:56:11 But there are freaks, if you care to look for them. Some of the suddenly prosperous authors and dramatists have rather dizzy-looking wives, and I suppose you saw those two girls from Greenwich Village that sat across the aisle from you tonight. She shuddered. One merely looked like a hottentot, but the other. With that thin upper layer of her short black hair dyed a greenish white and her haggard degenerate green face. What do they do in Greenwich Village? Is it an isolation camp for defectives? It was once a colony of real artists, but the big fish left and the minnows swim slim slimily about, giving off nothing but their own sickly phosphorescence. How interesting!

Starting point is 00:56:57 A sort of Latin quarter, although I never saw anything in Paris quite like those dreadful girls. Probably not. As a race we are prone to exaggeration. But are you not going to tell me your name? She had finished her supper and was leaning against the high back of her chair. Her long, slender but oddly powerful-looking hands folded lightly on the black velvet of her her lap. Once more he was struck by her absolute repose. But certainly, I am the Countess Satyani. The Countess Satyani? The Countess Joseph Satyani, to be exact, I went to Europe when I was a child, and when I finished school visited my cousin, Mary Satyiani. I belong to the Virginian branch of her mother's family, at her palace in Vienna, and married her cousin's nephew.

Starting point is 00:57:48 you. Ah, that accounts for the resemblance, exclaimed clavering. And then, quite abruptly, he did not believe a word of it. Resembrance? Yes, poor old dumb whitty was completely bowled over when you stood up and surveyed the house that night, thought he had seen a ghost of his old flame. I had to take him out in the alley and give him a drink. She met his eyes calmly. That was the cause of his interest? Cousin Mary always said that the likeness to herself as a young woman was rather remarkable, that we might be mother and daughter instead of only third cousins. Ah, yes, exactly. Is she with you? No, alas, she is in a sanitarium in Vienna, and likely to remain there for a long time. When Judge Trent wrote that it would be well for her interests if she came to New York,

Starting point is 00:58:42 she asked me to come instead and gave me her power of attorney as my husband was killed in the first year of the war and i had no other ties i can assure you i was glad to come she shivered slightly oh yes vienna to see so much misery and to be able to give so little help but now that mary's and my own fortune are restored i can assure you it gives me the greatest satisfaction of my life to send a large share of our incomes to our agent in Vienna. This time there was an unmistakable ring of truth in her deep tones, and she was human. Clavering had begun to doubt it, notwithstanding her powerful, disturbing magnetism. But was he falling in love with her? He was attracted, dazzled, and he still felt romantic, but love. In spite of his suspicions, she seemed to move on a plane infinitely remote. Shall you stay here? Oh, for a time. yes i cannot see cousin mary and even paris is spoiled besides judge trent wishes me to learn something of business he is growing old and says that women nowadays take an interest in their investments i certainly find it highly diverting

Starting point is 00:59:59 no doubt but surely you will not continue to shut yourself up you could know anyone you choose judge trent has only to give you a dinner unfortunately most of his respectable friends are a great many years older than yourself. I have no desire to know them. In Paris, off and on, I met many of those elderly New York ladies of position. They all have that built-up look, with hats too small and high for their bony old faces, which they do not even soften with powder or the charming accessories of the toilet known to every European woman of fashion. And feathers? Why are they so fond of feathers? not charming drooping feathers but a sort of clipped hedge all of a size like a garden plot sometimes oblong sometimes round and why do they never look a la mud in spite of their expensive furs and materials that is the sign manual of their intense respectability the old regime would not compromise with fashion in all its extravagant changes for the world moreover it is their serene belief that they are the same belief that the old regime would not compromise with fashion in all its extravagant changes for the world moreover it is their serene belief that they may dress exactly as they choose, and they choose to keep an old tradition alive,

Starting point is 01:01:16 are not English duchesses much the same? So, well, I do not bore myself. But the younger women, they are the smartest in the world. There is not the least necessity you should bore yourself with the elders. Surely you must long for the society of women of your age. She moved restlessly for the first time. They were always in Europe before the war. i met many of them they do not interest me i hardly knew what they were talking about but men surely a woman as young and beautiful oh men clavering had never heard as profound disillusion in any woman's tones and then a curious expression of fear flitted through her eyes and she seemed to draw herself together what has some brute of a man done to her thought clavering with furious indignation and feeling feeling more romantic than ever. Could it have been her husband? For a moment he regretted that Count Joseph Zetiani had gone beyond human vengeance. "'You are too young to hate men,' he stammered,

Starting point is 01:02:23 and then he went on with complete banality. "'You have never met the right man.' "'I am older than you perhaps think,' she said dryly, "'and I have known a great many men, and of a variety. But,' she added gracious I shall be glad if you will come and see me sometimes. I enjoy your column, and I am sure we shall find a great deal to talk about. Clavering glowed with pride that almost convinced him. He was not as blasé as he had hoped. He rose, however, I'll come as often as you will let me.

Starting point is 01:02:59 Make no mistake about that, but I should not have stayed so long. It is very late, and you are—well, rather unprotected, you know. I think you should have a chaperone. I certainly shall not. And if I find you interesting enough to talk with until two in the morning, I shall do so. Dine with me tomorrow night, if you have nothing better to do. And—' she hesitated a moment, then added with a curious smile, "'Bring Mr. Dinwiddie.

Starting point is 01:03:28 It is always charitable to lay a ghost. At half after eight?' She walked with him to the front door, and when he held out his hand, she lifted hers absently. He was a quick-witted young man, and he understood. He raised it lightly to his lips, then let himself out. As he was walking rapidly toward Park Avenue, wondering if he should tramp for hours, he had never felt less like sleeping. He remembered the broken window.

Starting point is 01:03:58 The crime wave was terrorised in New York. There was no policeman in sight. To leave her unprotected was unthinkable. He walked back slowly until he reached the lamppost opposite her hand. house. Finally, grinning, he folded his arms and leaned against it. There he stood until a policeman came strolling along some two hours later. He stated the case and told the officer that if anything happened to the house, he would hold him responsible. The man was inclined to be intensely suspicious until Clavering mentioned his newspaper and followed the threat with a bill. Then he promised to

Starting point is 01:04:35 watch the house like a hawk, and clavering, tired, stiff and very cold, went home to bed. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 8. Tommy Rot, don't believe a word of it.

Starting point is 01:05:06 Mary's mother was one of the Thornhills. Don't believe there ever was a Virginia branch, but I'll soon find out. Also about this Joseph Zatiani, that girl is. Mary Ogden's daughter. They were seated in a corner of Mr. Dinwiddie's favourite club, where they had met by appointment. Clavering shudged his shoulders. He had no intention of communicating his own doubts. But you'll dine there tonight? Won't I? And I'll keep my ears open. Clavering privately thought that the Countess Joseph Satyani would be more than a match for him,

Starting point is 01:05:40 but replied, After all, what does it matter? She is a beautiful and charming woman. She is a beautiful and charming woman, and no doubt you'll have a very good dinner. That's all very well as far as it goes, but I've never been so interested in my life. Of course, if she's Mary's daughter, I'll do anything to befriend her, that is, if she'll be honest enough to admit it, but I don't like all this lying and pretense. I think your terms are too strong. There have been extraordinary resemblances before in the history of the world, doubles, for instance, where there was no known relationship.

Starting point is 01:06:18 Rather remarkable there are enough faces to go round, and she confesses to be of the same family. At all events, you must admit that she has not made use of her alibi to force her way into society. Probably knows her alibi won't stand the strain. The women would soon ferret out the truth. What I'm afraid of is that she's got this power of attorney out of Mary

Starting point is 01:06:40 when the poor girl was too weak to resist, and is over here to corral the ill. entire fortune. But surely Judge Trent. Oh, Trent, he's a fool where women are concerned, always was, and now he's got to the stage where he can't sit beside a girl without pouring her. They won't have him in the house. Of course, this lovely creature's got him under her thumb. I'll see him today and give him a piece of my mind for the lies he's told me. And if this girl has inherited her mother's brains, she's equal to anything. I thought that your Mary was composite perfection. Never said anything of the sort. Didn't I tell you she always kept us

Starting point is 01:07:21 guessing? I sometimes used to think that if it hadn't been for her breeding and the standards that involves, and her wealth and position, she'd have made a first-class adventurous. Was she a good liar? She was insolently truthful, but I'm certain she wouldn't have hesitated at a whopping lie if it would have served her purpose. She was certainly Roussay. Well, the dinner should be highly interesting with all these undercurrents, I'll call for you at a quarter-past eight. I must run now and do my column. Clavering, often satirical and ironic, was positively brutal that afternoon. The latest play, book, Moving Picture, the inefficiency of the New York police,

Starting point is 01:08:04 his afflicting correspondence, were hacked to the bone. When he had finished, his jangling nerves were unaccountably soothed. Other nerves would shriek, next morning letham he'd been honest enough and if he chose to use a battle-axe instead of Toledo's steel that was his privilege he called down for a messenger boy and strolled to the window to soothe his nerves still further dusk had fallen every window of the high stone building surrounding madison square was an oblong of light it was a symphony of grey and gold of which he never tired it invested business with romance and beauty. The men behind those radiant panels, thinking of nothing less,

Starting point is 01:08:51 made their brief contribution to the beauty of the world, transported the rapt spectator to a realm of pure loveliness. A lightfall of snow lay on the grass and benches, the statues and trees of the square. Motors were flashing and honking below and over on Fifth Avenue.

Starting point is 01:09:10 The roar of the great city came up to him, like a flood over a broken down. black masses were pouring toward the subways life new york was the epitome of life he enjoyed forcing his way through those moving masses but it interested him even more to feel above aloof as he did this evening those tides swept on as unconscious of the watchers so high above them as of the soaring beauty of the metropolitan tower groundhogs most of them but part of the ever-changing ever-fascinating metropolitan pageant the arcade of madison square garden was already packed with men and he knew that a triple line reached down twenty-sixth street to fourth avenue there was to be a prize fight to-night and the men had stood there since noon buying apples and peanuts from peddlers this was tuesday and there was no half-holiday these men appeared to have unbounded leisure while the rest of the city toiled or demanded work but they were always warmly dressed and indubitably well fed they belonged to what is vaguely known as the sporting fraternity and were invariably in funds although they must have existed with the minimum of work the army of unemployed was hardly larger and certainly no bread-line was ever half as long mounted police rode up and down to avert any anticipation of the night's battle a loud barking murmur rose and mingled with the roar of the avenues

Starting point is 01:10:43 the great clock of the metropolitan tower began to play those sad and sweetly ominous notes preliminary to booming out the hour they always reminded him of the warning bell and the wild and roared and the wild and roared to the wild and roared to the night of the night of the night of the night and the wild and rocky coast with something of the laurelite in its cadences like a heartless woman's subtle allure poignantly difficult to resist there was a knock on the door clavering gave his daily stint to the messenger boy he was hunting for change when he recaptured his column sat down at his desk and running it over hastily inserted the word authentic new york must have its word even as its topic authentic loosed upon the world by arnold bennet was the rage at present the little writers hardly dared use it it was as it were the trademark of the sophisticates the boy superior indifferent and chewing gum accepted his tip and departed clavering returned to the window gone was the symphony of gold and grey the buildings surrounding the square were a dark and formless mass in the heavy dusk only the street lights below shone like globular phosphorescence on a dark and turbulent sea two hours later he left his hotel and walked up madison avenue twenty sixth street was deserted and as littered with papers peanut shells and various other debris as a picnic train the mounted police had disappeared from the great building came the first roar of the thousands assembled whether in approval or the reverse it would be difficult to determine They roared upon the slightest pretext, and they would roar steadily, until half-past ten or eleven,

Starting point is 01:12:32 when they were burst out of every exit, rending the night with their yells, while a congested mass of motors and taxi-cabs shrieked and honked and squealed and coughed, and then abruptly the silence of death would fall upon what is now a business quarter, where only an occasional hotel, or little old brownstone house, sole reminder of a vanished past when madison square was the centre of fashion lingered between the towering masses of concrete and steel end of chapter eight chapter nine of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter nine when clavering and din whiddy arrived at the ogden house judge trent was already there and mixing cox-tails in the library he was a large man who must have had a superb figure before it grew heavy he wore the moustache of his generation and in common with what was left of his hair it glistened like crystal his black eyes were still very bright and his full loose mouth wore the slight smirk peculiar to old men whose sex vanity perishes only in the gray beside him stood a man some ten years younger who was in the graying period which gave him a somewhat dried and dusty look but whose figure was still slender and whose hard outlines

Starting point is 01:14:08 of face were as yet unblurred by flesh. They were, of course, faultlessly groomed, but if met in the wilds of Africa, clad in rags and bearded like the jungle, to the initiate, they still would have been New Yorkers. Come in, come in, cried the judge heartily. Madame Zatiani will be down in a minute. She prefers to be called Madame Zatiani, by the way, thinks titles in America are absurd, unless wearers were born to them, more particularly since continental titles today are worth about as much as rubles and marks. Mr. Clavering, you know Mr. Osborne? Madame Zatiani kindly permitted me to bring him, as she was having a little party. Family's old friends. Clavaring placed two fingers in the limp hand extended, and met the cold, appraising eye calmly. The New York assumption that all other

Starting point is 01:15:05 Americans are rank outsiders, that, in short, not to have been born in New York, is a social and irremediable crime, had often annoyed him, but never caused him to feel the slightest sense of inferiority. He had his own ancestors, as important in their day as any bewitched old Dutchman, all of whom, he reminded himself, had been but honest burgers in Holland. But he admired their consistency. The rest of the country had been commenting bitterly on the New York attitude since the 18th century. And when you got under their protective armour, they were an honourable and loyal lot. Meanwhile, it paid to be as rude as themselves. I am delighted that Madame Zatiani has decided to come out of her shell at last, said Judge Trent, shaking vigorously. I've been

Starting point is 01:15:56 urging it for some time, but she has had a long and harrowing experience and seemed to want only to rest. I think the stir she made at your first night's clavering had something to do with it. There was a time, you know, when she never appeared without making a sensation, like poor Mary before her. But young as she is, all that seems almost too remote to recall. Of course, if she had been able to live in London or Paris after the war, it would have been different, but she was stuck in Budapest and Vienna. Ah! Madame Zatiani had entered the room. She wore pale green chiffon. She wore pale green chiffon with floating sleeves that left her arms bare. In the subdued light she looked like a girl playing at Undine.

Starting point is 01:16:40 Clavering heard Dunwoody give a sharp hiss. Gah, more like Mary than ever. Nile Green was her favourite colour. She greeted the judge and clavering with her slight flickering smile and then turned to the other two men. This must be Mr. Osborne, as Judge Trent pointed out Mr. Dinwiddie to me one day on Fifth Avenue. It was kind of you both to come, in this informal manner. I appreciate it very much.

Starting point is 01:17:07 Her manner was a little like that of a princess giving audience, Clavering reflected, a manner enhanced by her slight accent and profound repose, the negligent lifting of her hand to be kissed, and as she stood graciously accepting their expressions of unhoped-for felicity, she looked less American, more European than ever. But Clavering wondered for the first, time if that perfect repose were merely the expression of a profound indifference almost apathy but no she was too young for that however the wall may have seared her

Starting point is 01:17:43 and she was smiling spontaneously there was a genuine note of pleasure in her voice as she turned to him it was more than kind of you to watch my house until the policeman came she said in a lower key i was really alarmed when i remembered that broken window and all those dreadful stories in the newspaper but you kept watch beneath my windows like a pras chevalier and i felt safe i felt rather a fool of the truth be told her eyes had a curious exploring look and clavering felt unaccountably irritated in spite of all that her words implied i'd have done the same if you had been old and withered served me right i should have thought before i left the house to telephone for a watchman ah quite so american men are famous for their gallantry are they not myself i have always liked them the smile rose to her wise penetrating eyes and clavering coloured like a schoolboy then it faded and her face looked suddenly rigid i wonder she muttered then turned her back abruptly you must not forget your cocktail and dinner has been announced mr dim whitty made a pretext of sipping his cocktail as the three raised their glasses simultaneously to their hostess she had declined to join them with a little grimace perhaps in time i may become american enough to like your strange concoctions but so far i think cocktails have a really horrid taste shall we go in the judge offered his arm with the formal gallant air he could assume at will and the other men followed at a discreet distance her shimmering gown had a long tail mr dimwydie's eyes seemed to bore into that graceful swaying back but he was not the man to discuss his hostess until he had left her house and clavering could only wonder what conclusions were forming in that avid cynical old brain

Starting point is 01:19:42 the dining-room long and narrow was at the back of the hall and extended along the entire width of the large house like the hall it was panelled and dark and the hall it was panelled and dark and the room and the room long and narrow and the back of the hall it was panelled and dark an imposing room hung with family portraits a small table at the end looked like a fairy oasis it glittered and gleamed and the flowers were more matching the tall wand-like candles i do hope madame zatiani said mr osborne as he took a seat at her left that you won't succumb to the prevailing mania for white and paint out this beautiful old walnut too many of our houses look entirely too sanitary one feels as if he were about to be shown up to a ward to be received by a hospital nurse with a warning not to speak too loud there was no chill formality in his mean as he bent over his young and beautiful hostess ah you forget this is countess atiani's house she said smiling but i will admit that if it were mine i should make few changes why twas quite a la mod in london long before the wall but myself i never liked it judge trent sat opposite his hostess at the round table she had placed mr dim whitty and mr osborne on either side of her smiling at clavering i am sorry i do not know any young ladies she said gracious although there was a twinkle in her eye. You look rather lonesome. Why should he? growled Dimridi. He is young and you are young. The rest of us are the ones to feel out of it.

Starting point is 01:21:20 Not a bit of it, not a bit of it, exclaimed Judge Trent. You forget that Madame Zatiani has lived in Europe since infancy. She talked to elderly statesmen all her life. Well, we're not statesmen, the Lord knows. Dindredi could always be relied on to make the obvious retort thought clavering although it must be admitted that he was seldom with none at all but you must have seen more young men than old during the war madame i understand that mary turned her palace in budapest into a hospital and that you were her chief assistant that is quite true and i have by no means confined myself before that to elderly statesmen but i had almost forgotten what a young man on his feet looked like before the first the war finished. Or society, for that matter, my one temptation to enter society here will be the hope of forming a relief organisation. Drive, do you call it, for the starving children of Austria. Russian children are not the only pitiful objects in Europe, and, after all, the children of civilised countries are of more value to the future of the world. Another drive, Judge Trent groaned.

Starting point is 01:22:33 New York flees the cover at the word. Enter society by all. means, but to give your youth its rights. You have been deprived of them too long. I shall never feel as young as that again, nor will any girl, who was merely sixteen at the beginning of the war, be the same as your carefree young ladies here. I sit in the restaurants and watch them with amazement, often with anger. What right have they? However, as for myself, I shall not re-enter the world for any but the object I have just mentioned. Lunchions, dinners, balls i was surfeited before the wall and i have forgotten perciflage small talk i am told that americans avoid serious topics in society i alas have become very serious she swept her favoured guests with a disarming smile they understood there was no sting in her words for them clavering spoke up eagerly why should you bore yourself with social functions if you want to raise money for the children i will not only start a drive for the children i will not only start a drive for

Starting point is 01:23:37 in my column, but take you to call on several powerful editors, or bring them here,' he added hastily at the look of amazement in her eyes, and they will be more than willing to help you. They have only to meet you.' "'That is all very well,' interrupted Judge Trent, who, like the other elderly gentleman, was glaring at the famous young columnist, who daily laid down the law to his admiring readers. But to raise money in large amounts, you've got to have a committee, and and no committee is of any use for this sort of thing without the names of fashionable women who are as well known to our democratic public that daily devours the society columns as the queens of the movies well well i do not know i must think it is not a step to take lightly clavering intercepted a flash between her eyes and judge trents and the old gentleman tightened his lips in a self-conscious smirk as he bent over his fish damn him thought clavering he knows the whole truth and is laughing at us in his sleeve madame zatiani had turned the subject gracefully to european politics

Starting point is 01:24:50 and he watched her with a detached air trent's attitude toward her amused him it was more deferential and admiring than infatuated whatever her charm she was no longer in her first youth and only unripe fruit could sting that senescent palate but the other two clavering smiled sardonically dinwiddie hanging on her every word was hardly eating he was a very handsome man in spite of his shining pate and heavy white moustache his features were fine and regular his eyes if rather prominent were clear and blue his skin clean and his figure but little amplified he was only sixty-two osborne who looked barely fifty was personable and clever enough to attract any woman he too was astonishingly indifferent to the excellent dinner and both these gentlemen had reached an age where if wary of excess for reasons of vanity and interior comfort they derived their sincerest enjoyment at the table that she possessed sex magnetism in a superlative degree in spite of her deliberate aloofness clavering had of course been conscious from the first had not every male first-nighter been conscious from the first had not every male first-nighter been conscious of it there was a surfeit of beauty in new york a stranger even if invested with mystery must possess the one irresistible magnet combined with some unusual quality of looks to capture and hold the interest of weary new yorkers as she had done even the dramatic critics who looked as if they hated everybody had been seen to gaze upon her with rare approval but to-night clavering had a glimpse of something more than magnetism for which she was not responsible and to which she had seemed singularly indifferent.

Starting point is 01:26:43 It was quite evident that he was watching charm in action. She was sparkling and exerting herself, talking brilliantly and illuminatingly upon the chaos still known as Europe, and it was patent that her knowledge was not derived from newspapers or drawing-room gossip. Her personal acquaintance of public men had evidently been extensive before the war, and she had as manifestly continued to see those in, and out of office in Vienna and Budapest throughout all the later fluctuations. Her detestation of the old German militaristic party was unmitigated,

Starting point is 01:27:20 and she spoke of the late ruler of the dual empire and of his yearning heir, with no respect whatever. With other intelligent people, she believed Bolshevism to be an inevitable faith in a country as backward and ignorant as Russia. But to his surprise, she regarded the republican ideal, of government, as the highest that had yet been evolved from finite minds, still far from their last and highest stages of development. She believed that the only hope of the present civilization was to avert at any cost the successful rise of the proletariat to power, until the governing

Starting point is 01:27:58 and employing classes had learned sufficient wisdom to conciliate it and treat it with the same impartial justice they now reserved for themselves. and to educate themselves along the lines laid down in the mind in the making interpolated clavering otherwise any victory the masses might achieve would be followed by the same hideous results as in russia in other words the same results that had followed all servile uprising since the dawn of history when the underdog who has never felt anything but the underdog with all the misery and black injustice the word implies finds himself on top he will inevitably torture and murder his former oppressors he hasn't the intelligence to foresee the ultimate folly of his acts or that the only hope of the world is equal justice for all classes he merely gratifies his primitive instincts for vengeance precisely the same to-day as during the first sovile uprising of rome he butchers and slaughters and wrecks and then sinks with his own weight while what brains are left reconstruct civilization out of the ruins. The trouble is that the reconstructing brains are never quite good enough, and after a time it is all to do over again. This was by no means a monologue,

Starting point is 01:29:22 but evoked in the given take of argument with Mr. Osborne, who believed in never yielding an inch to the demands of labour, and with Mr. Dinwiddie, who, since his association with the sophisticates, was looking forward vaguely towards some idealistic regeneration of the social order, although socialism was rather out of date among them, and Bolshevism long since relegated to the attic. But clavering was not particularly interested in her political views, sound as they were. Foreign women of her class, if not as liberal, always talked intelligently of politics. What interested him keenly was her deliberate, a quite conscious attempt to enslave the two men beside her, and her complete success.

Starting point is 01:30:10 Occasionally she threw him a word, and once he fancied she favoured him with a glance of secret amused understanding. But he was thankful to be on the outer edge of that glamorous crescent. It was enough to watch at a comparatively safe distance. Would his turn come next, or was she merely bent on so befuddling these old chaps that there could be no place left in their enraptured minds for suspicion or criticism. No doubt he was too rank and outsider. She shot him another glance. Was his to be the role of the sympathetic friend?

Starting point is 01:30:45 Then she began to draw Dimwyddy and Osborne out, and it struck him that her attitude was not merely that of the accomplished hostess. They both talked well. They were intelligent and well informed, and he was himself interested in what they had to sail. the subject of national politics. The judge, who had an unimpaired digestion, was attending strictly to his champagne and his dinner. There was something of anxiety, almost of wistfulness in her expression, as she listened to one or the other doing his admirable best to entertain her. They had the charm

Starting point is 01:31:21 of crisp, well-modulated voices, these two men of her own class. She had met no better-bred men in Europe, and their air was as gallant as it had been in their youth. He had a fleeting vision of what gay dogs they must have been. Neither had married, but they had been ardent lovers once, and aging women still spoke of them with tender amusement. And yet only the shell had changed. They had led decent enough lives, and no doubt could fall honestly and romantically in love today. In fact, they appeared to be demonstrating the possibility. with the eternal ingenuousness of the male. And yet nature had played them this scurvy trip,

Starting point is 01:32:05 the young heart in the old shell, grown-up boys with a foot in the grave, dependent upon mind and a dress alone to win a woman's regard, while the woman dreamed of the man with a thick thatch over his brains and the responsive magnetism of her own years. Poor old fighting cocks! What a jade nature was! Or was it merely the tyranny of the tyranny of?

Starting point is 01:32:28 an idea, carefully inculcated at the nativity of the social group, with the arbitrary laws in behalf of the race. The fetish of the body, stark materialism, however it was not as hard on men as on women outgrown their primary function. There's at least the privilege of approach, and their deathless masculine conceit, when all was said. Nature's supreme gift of compensation never faltered. It crossed Clavering's mind that she was experimenting on her own account, not merely bewildering and enthralling these estimable gentlemen of her mother's generation. But why? Joining casually in the conversation or quite withdrawn, he watched her with increasing and now quite impersonal interest. He almost fancied she was making an effort to be something

Starting point is 01:33:20 more than the polite and amiable hostess, that she was deliberately striving to see them, as men who had a perfect right to fascinate a woman of her age and loveliness well it had happened before elderly men of charm and character had won and kept women fully thirty years their junior possibly she belonged to that distinguished minority who refused to be enslaved by the ancient idea that iron code devised by forethinking men when earth was young and scantily people still why this curious eagerness this It was indecipherable. No doubt his lively imagination was playing him tricks. Probably she was merely sympathetic. And then, toward the end of the dinner, her manner changed, although too subtly for any but the detached observer to notice.

Starting point is 01:34:12 To clavering, she seemed to go dead under her still animated face. He saw her eyes wander from Dinwiddie's bold head, to Osbourne's flattened cheek. Her lip curled. A look of fierce contempt flashed in her eyes before she hastily lowered the lids. He fancied she was glad to rise from the table. End of Chapter 9 Chapter 10 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton.

Starting point is 01:34:45 This Librefoch's recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 10 Well, he asked as he and Dunwydie were walking away from the house, Osbourne had driven off with Judge Trent. Do you still think her a base imposter? Don't know what I think. And don't much care.

Starting point is 01:35:07 She can pack me in her trunk, as we boys used to say. She's a great lady and a charming woman. As little doubt about the first as the last. She's like Mary Ogden, and she isn't. I suppose she might be merely a member of the same family, with several thousand ancestors where types must have reappeared again and again. if she wants new york society especially if she wants money for those starving children i'll go the limit but i'm going to find out about her all the same i'll hunt up harry thornhill to-morrow he's a recluse but he'll see me and i'll get on the track of some hungarian refugee she can't be the usual rank impostor that's positive she has the same blood as mary in her veins and if she's mary's daughter and wishes to keep it dark that's her business i'll never give her away

Starting point is 01:35:57 way. Well, good luck. Glad it went off so well. They parted at the door of Mr. Dimwyddy's rooms, and clavering walked slowly home in an extremely thoughtful mood. He felt an uneasy distrust of the Countess Joseph Zatiani, and he was not even sure that he liked her. On the following Monday night, however, he was by no means averse from making a notable personal score. As Abbott, a dramatic critic, who happened to sit next to Madame Zatiani made his usual hurried exit at the falling of the first curtain, clavering slipped into the vacant chair. She smiled a welcome, but it was impossible to talk in the noise. This was a great first night. One of the leading actresses of America had returned in an excellent play, and her admirers, who appeared to be a unit, were clapping and stamping and shouting.

Starting point is 01:36:52 Handkerchiefs fluttered all over the house. When the curtain did, descended after the 15th recall and the lights went up and demonstration gave place to excited chatter madame zatiani held out her hand toward clavering see i have split my glove i caught the enthusiasm how generous your people are i never heard such whole-souled such ah unself-conscious response oh we like to let go sometimes and the theatre is a safe place one of the best things that can be said for new york by the way, is its loyalty to two or three actresses no longer young? The whole country has gone crazy over youth. The most astonishingly bad books created for Roar, because from end to end they glorify post-war youth at its worst, and the stage is almost as bad. But New Yorkers are too old and wise

Starting point is 01:37:44 in the theatre, not to have a very deep appreciation for its art, and they will render tribute to old favourites as long as they produce good plays. But that is very very fond. But that is very fine. I go to the matinee a good deal and I am often very bored. And I have been reading your current novels with the desire to learn as well as to be amuse. I wish so much to understand the country in which I was born. I have received much illumination. It is quite remarkable how well most of your authors write, but merely well, that is. So few have individuality of style, and even in the best authors I find nearly all of the heroines too young. i had read many american novels before the war they came to us in tachnitz and even then i found this quite remarkable preoccupation with youth

Starting point is 01:38:37 well youth is a beautiful thing is it not he smiled into her own beautiful face but if you will notice many of our novelists capable of real psychology carry their heroines over into their second youth and you can almost hear their sigh of relief when they get them there yes but they are still behind the european novelists who find women interesting at any age and their intelligent readers agree with them young women have little psychology they are too fluid quite right but i am afraid we are too young a country to tolerate middle-aged heroines we are steeped in conventionalism for all our fads we have certain cast iron formulae for life and associate love with youth alone i think we have a vague idea that autumnal love is rather indecent and you yourself she looked at him speculatively are you too obsessed i good lord no i was in love with a woman of forty when i was seventeen his eyes were glowing into hers and she demanded abruptly do you think i am forty rather not well i am young she said with a deep sigh of content but look i see nothing but i see everything but i see everything but i see everything thing clavering glanced about him every neck in the boxes and neighboring seats was quained it was evident that the people in front and no doubt behind were listening intently although they could have caught no more than an occasional word of the murmured conversation eyes across the aisle when not distended with surprise glared at him he laughed softly i am the best hated man in new york to-night then he asked abruptly if you wish to avoid fashion fashionable society why not see something of this it would be quite a new experience and vary the monotony of books and plays i may sometime if you will kindly arrange it but i am not a stranger to the cognizente

Starting point is 01:40:38 in london of course they are received sought after in paris not so much but one still meets them the most distinguished in berlin the men might go to court but not women in vienna well genius will not give quarterings. But alas, so many gifted people seem to come out of the bourgeoisie, or lower down still, whether they are received or not depends largely on their table manners. Oh, I assure you, our cognoscenti have very good table manners indeed. I am sure of it, she said graciously. I have an idea that American table manners are the best in the world. Is it true that one never sees toothpicks on the table here? Good Lord, yes. Well, you see. You see. see them on every aristocratic table in Europe, royalty not accepted. One more reason for revolution. Oh, hang it. The lights had gone out, clavering half-rose,

Starting point is 01:41:35 then settled himself back and folded his arms. A man stood over him. Just take my seat, Billy, will you? He asked casually of the eminent critic. It's only too bad. The eminent critic gave him a look of hate, emitted a noise that resembled a hiss, hesitated long enough, to suggest violence. Then, with the air of a bloodhound, with his tail between his legs, slunk up the aisle. "'Will you tell me how you always manage to get one of these prize seats?' asked Clavering at the fall of the second curtain. Nothing in New York is more difficult of attainment than a good seat, any seat, for a first night. All these people, including myself, have a pull of some sort. Know the author, star, manager. Some of us receive notifications long in

Starting point is 01:42:23 advance. Judge Trent has a pull, as you call it. That explains it. There has been almost as much speculation on that point as about your own mysterious self. Well, this time I suppose I must. But I'm coming back. He gave Mr. Dinwiddie his seat and went out for a cigarette. The foyer was full of people and he was surrounded at once. Who was she? Where had he met her? Dog that he was to keep her to himself. traitor. He satisfied their curiosity briefly. He happened to know Judge Trent, who was her trustee. His acquaintance with the lady was only a week old. Well, he hadn't thought to mention it to such friends as he had happened to meet. Been too busy digging up matter for that infernal column.

Starting point is 01:43:11 Yes, he thought he could manage to introduce them to her later. She had brought no letters, and as she was a Virginian by birth, and had gone abroad in her childhood and married a foreigner as soon as she grew up. She knew practically no one in New York and didn't seem to wish to know anyone, but he fancied she was getting rather bored. She had been here for a month, resting, before she even went to the theatre. Oh yes, she could be quite animated, was interested in everything one would expect of a woman of her intelligence, but the war had tired her out. She had seen no one but Judge Trent until the past week. He kept one eye on the still resentful abbot, who refused to enhance his triumph by joining his temporary court, and slipped away before the

Starting point is 01:43:54 beginning of the last act. Dinwiddie resigned his seat with a sigh, but looked flushed and happy. Poor old codger, thought clavering as he received, a welcoming smile, and then he told her of the excitement in the foyer. But that is amusing, she said, how naive people are, after all, even in a great city like New York. Oh, people as active mentally of cis crab never grow blazee however they may affect it but surely you had your triumphs in europe oh yes once an entire house twas at the opera rose as i entered my box at the end of the first act but that was a thousand years ago like everything else before the war that must be an experience a woman never forgets it is sometimes sad to remember it dinwiddie tells me that your cousin who was mary ogden once had a similar experience it certainly must be a sad memory for her yes mary was one of the great beauties of europe in her day and of a fascination men went mad over her but mad she took growing old very hard her husband was handsome and attractive but well fortunately he preferred other women and was soon too indifferent to mary to be jealous it was the sort of man no woman could hold but mary soon cared as little about him

Starting point is 01:45:15 and she had her consolations she could pick and choose it was a sad day for mary when the men left her for younger women but i thought that european men were not such blind worshippers of youth as we are yes within reason mary was too intellectual too brilliant too well informed on every subject that is discussed in salons not to attract men always but with a difference quite elderly women in europe have liaisons but alas they can no longer send men off their heads it is technique meeting technique intellectual companionship blowing on old ashes or creating passion with the imagination life is very sad for the women who have made a cult of men and the cult of men is the european woman's supreme achievement the delayed curtain rose and the house was silent first-nighters unlike less distinguished audiences never did disgrace themselves by whispering and chattering while the actors are on the stage. At the end of this, the last act, while the audience now on their feet, were wildly applauding and fairly howling for the author of the first authentic success of the season, clavering and Madame Zatiani went swiftly up the aisle.

Starting point is 01:46:35 A few others also hastened out, less interested in authors than in taxi cabs. He handed her into her car and she invited him to enter and return with her. for a sandwich and a whiskey and soda. He hesitated a moment. I'll go with pleasure, he said, but I think I'll walk. It would be better. Oh, a curious expression

Starting point is 01:46:59 that for the second it lasted seemed to banish both youth and loveliness spread even to her nostrils. Sardonic amusement hardly described it. Then it vanished, and she said sweetly, You are very considerate, I shall expect you. he did not walk he took a taxi end of chapter ten chapter eleven of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter eleven

Starting point is 01:47:38 She opened the door as he ran up the steps. I never asked my servants to sit up, she said. Judge Trent warned me that the American servant is as difficult to keep as to get and must be humoured. When I think of the wages I pay these pampered creatures and the amount of food they consume, and then of my half-starved friends in Austria, it makes me sick. Sick! There being no reply to the axiomatic truth involved in these words, Clavering followed her silently into the library.

Starting point is 01:48:15 The log fire was still burning, and he hastily replenished it. They took their little supper standing, and then seated themselves in easy chairs on either side of the hearth. Why don't you bring over your own servants, he asked. Time and democracy might ruin them, but meanwhile you would have comfort. surely you brought your maid. I've had no maid until now since the beginning of the war. I rarely left the hospital.

Starting point is 01:48:43 Heaven knows where my other servants are. The young men were mobilized, and those that returned alive were either killed in the revolution or turned revolutionists themselves. No doubt the new government would have turned Mary's palace in Budapest into a tenement house if it had not still been a hospital. We left during the revolution. and lived in Vienna.

Starting point is 01:49:06 Servants with the virus of Bolshevism in their veins would be worse than these. Were you ever in danger? Oh, many times, she said indifferently. Who was not? Was that what broke your cousin down? That and the hard work in Vienna trying to relieve the distress, while half starved herself. Of course we had almost no money until the United States government restored our properties.

Starting point is 01:49:33 Was she join you here when she was. as well? No, Mary Zatiyani will never be seen again. Ah, as bad as that? Her friends will be distressed. I understand they saw her abroad from time to time before the war, particularly Mrs. Oglethorpe. That old set is very loyal. Loyal? Oh yes, they are loyal. Mrs. Oglethorpe was ready to give me over to the police. She seemed to think that I have murdered Mary, no doubt during the revolution, when it would have been quite easy, and she seemed to resent quite bitterly my resemblance to Mary in her youth, as if I had committed a theft. Probably it made her feel her age. I wonder you saw her. I was coming down the stairs as she crossed the hall. Be sure I would not have seen her, if I could have avoided it. Why? He left his seat restlessly, and leaned against the mantelshelf.

Starting point is 01:50:29 That sounds impertinent. All my questions have been impertinent. but I should warn you. I gather that both Mr. Dimm Whitty and Mrs. Oglethorpe think there is something wrong. That is unexplained. Really? She looked intensely amused. But that is interesting. Of course I knew of Mr. Dimm Whitty's curiosity from Judge Trent,

Starting point is 01:50:55 but I rather thought— Oh yes, you have flawed him completely. But I fancy he's more curious than ever. I—I wish he was. would confide in me, I might be able to defend you if the necessity arose. Don't you believe I am what I represent myself to be? It is a terrible thing to say to a woman like you, but—' He expected her to rise in Her Majesty and order him to leave the house,

Starting point is 01:51:24 but she merely smiled again and said, You forget, Judge Trent. Do you think if I were an imposter he would vouch for me? i believe you could make any man believe what you wished him to believe except yourself remember that a newspaper man however i'll only speak for myself he thrust his hands into his pockets and tried to summon his saturnine expression but he had an uncomfortable feeling that he looked merely wistful and boyish and that this highly accomplished woman of the world was laughing at him for my own sake i want to know he blurted out i haven't any idea why i suspect you and it is possible that you are what you say you are certainly you are far too clever not to have an alibi if it would be difficult to puncture but i sensed something that first night something beyond the fact that you were a european and did a curious thing which however i understood immediately it was something more i don't think i can put it into words you were there and yet you were not there somebody else seemed to be looking out of your eyes even when dimwyddy thought he had explained the matter

Starting point is 01:52:43 you mean when he assumed that i was the illegitimate daughter of mary's attiani poor mary she always wanted a daughter that is when your own when her own youth was over that is the reason she was so fond of me do you think i am mary's bastard i did i don't now i don't know what to think i have never lost that first impression wholly she stirred slightly was it a movement of uneasiness He was horribly embarrassed, but determined to hold his ground, and he kept his eyes on her face, which retained its expression of mocking amusement. But you think I am an adventurous of some sort? The word does not apply to you. There is no question that you are a great lady. Of course I might be an actress, she said coolly.

Starting point is 01:53:35 I may have been on the stage in Vienna when the war broke out, become accidentally associated with Countess Atyani. won her confidence owing to the extraordinary resemblance our blood may have met and mingled in cromanian days stolen her papers let her talk of her youth of course every one knew countess satiani's record in european society forged her power of attorney with the aid of an infatuated clerk poisoned her and here i am he laughed bully plot for the movies that is a new angle as they say i hadn't thought of it and a good actress can put over anything i once heard a movie queen who was the best young aristocrat in looks and manner i ever saw on the screen say to her director repeating a telephone conversation i says and he says and then i seen he hadn't heard me for the first time since he had known her she threw back her head and laughed heartily even her eyes looked young and her laugh was musical and thrilling then she demanded and do you think i am an actress who got an education somehow? I think you are an actress, but not that sort.

Starting point is 01:54:53 Your imaginative flight leaves me cold. Perhaps you think I have Mary's personality transferred, and that it exists side by side with my own here in this accidental shell. There are great scientists in Vienna. Ah, he looked at her sharply. Button, button, button, I feel a sensation of warmth somewhere. She laughed again, but I. but her eyes contracted and almost closed i fear you are a very romantic young man as well as a very curious one i deserved that well i am curious but not so curious as interested

Starting point is 01:55:32 i hope you are not falling in love with me her deep voice had risen to a higher register and was light and gay i am half in love with you i don't know what is going to happen and you want to protect yourself by disenchantment perhaps and you think it is my duty possibly i'd fall in love with you anyway but i'd like to know where i stand i have a constitutional hatred of mystery outside of fiction and a drama ah she gazed into the fire mr dim whitty no doubt is making investigations if he verified my story would you still disbelieve i should know there was something back of it all you must have been a good reporter one of the best i suppose it is that partly i don't think that if you were not just what you are i'd care a hang other people's affairs don't excite me i've outgrown mere inquisitiveness. That is rather beside the point, isn't it? It all comes back to this, that you are afraid of falling in love with me. You don't look as if it would do me any good if I did. Why not let it go at that? I think the best thing I can do is to get out altogether. She rose swiftly and came close to him. Oh no, I am not going to let you go. You are the only

Starting point is 01:56:58 person on this continent who interest me. I shall have your friendship. and you must admit that I have done nothing. Oh, no, you have done nothing. You've only to be. He wondered that he felt no desire to touch her. She looked lovely and appealing and very young. But she radiated power, and that chin could not melt. He asked abruptly,

Starting point is 01:57:21 How many men have you had in love with you? Oh, she spread out her hands vaguely. How can one remember? And that look he most disliked, that look of ancient wisdom, disillusioned and contemptuous, came into her eyes. You are too young to have had so very many, and the war took a good slice out of your life. I don't suppose you were infatuating smashed-up men, or even doctors and surgeons. Certainly not, but when one marriage young, and one begins to live early in Europe,

Starting point is 01:57:55 how often have you loved yourself? That question I could answer specifically, but i shall not he calculated rapidly four years of war assuming that you are thirty-two although sometimes you look older and sometimes younger and that you married at seventeen that would leave you well eleven years before the war began i suppose you didn't fall in love once a year oh no i am a faithful soul say three years and a third to each attack you talk at times singularly like an american for one who left here at the age of two remember that my family went with me moreover mary and i always talked english together american if you like she was intensely proud of being an american we read all the american novels as i told you they are an education in the idiom permanent and passing moreover i was intensely proud of being an american we read all the american novels as i told you they are an education in the idiom permanent and passing moreover i was a was always meeting Americans. Were you? Well, the greater number of them must be in New York at the present moment. No doubt they would be glad to relieve your loneliness. I am not in the least lonely, and I have not the least desire to see any of them. Only one thing would induce me,

Starting point is 01:59:08 if I thought it would be possible to raise a large amount of money for the women and children of Austria. Ah, you would take the risk then? Risk! They were the most casual acquaintance. They were the most casual acquaintances. They probably have forgotten me long since. I had not left Hungary for a year before the war, and one rarely meets an American in pest society. Two or three other American women have married Hungarians, but they preferred Vienna, and I preferred Europeans. I knew them only slightly. Moreover, there are many Zatiani's. It is an immense connection. You mean you believe you would be safe? He caught her up. mon dieu you make me feel as if i were on the stand but yes quite safe and you really believe that any one could ever forget you i am not as vain as you seem to think

Starting point is 02:00:03 you have every right to be suppose suppose that something should occur to rouse the suspicions of the countess satyani's old friends and they should start investigations in vienna they would not see her nor her emissaries dr steinac sanitarium is inviolate steinac steinac where have i heard that name lately her eyes flew open but she lowered the lids immediately her voice shook slightly as she replied he is a very good doctor he will keep poor mary's secret as long as she lives and nobody in vienna would doubt his word investigations would be useless she is there then i suppose you mean that she is dying of an incurable disease or has lost her mind but do not imagine that i care to pry further into that i never had the least idea that you had oh i don't know what to believe won't you ever tell me i wonder no i think not no no there is something then do you know why you still harp on that absurd idea that i am what i am and still am not do you know what it is the simple explanation no i do not it is merely that european women the women who have been raised to the intrigues of courts and the artificialities of what we call the world who learn the technique of gallantry as soon as they are lancel say, when men make a definite cult of women and women of men, where sincerity in such an atmosphere is more baffling than subtlety and guile, that is the reason your American girl is never understood

Starting point is 02:01:46 by foreign men, where naturalness is despised as gauche, and art commands homage, where, in short, the game is everything, that most aristocratic and enthralling of all games, the game of chess, with men and women as kings queens pawns there you have the whole explanation of my apparent riddle you have never met anyone like me before there are a good many women of your class here now yes with avowed objects is it not and they do not happen to possess the combination of qualities that commands your interest that is true enough perhaps your explanation is the real one there is certainly something in it well i'll go now now i have kept you up long enough he was about to raise her hand to his lips when she surprised him by shaking his warmly i must get over that habit it is rather absurd in this country where you have not the custom but will you come again oh yes i'll come again end of chapter eleven chapter twelve of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by in thompson chapter twelve madame zatiani adjusted the chain on the front door and returned very slowly to the library that broad placid brow not the least of her physical charms was drawn in a puzzled frown instead of turning out the lights she sat down and stared into the dying fire suddenly she began to laugh a laugh of intense and ironic amusement but she stopped in mid-course and her eyes expanded with an expression of consternation, almost of panic. She was not alarmed for the peace of mind of the man

Starting point is 02:03:43 who was more in love with her than he had so far admitted to himself. She had been loved by too many men and had regarded their heartaches and balked desires with too profound and indifference to worry over the possible harm she might be inflicting upon the brilliant and ambitious young man who had precipitated himself into her life. That might come later, but not. But not, but not, but not, but But at this moment, when she was shaken and appalled. She had dismissed from her mind long ago the hope or the desire that she could ever again feel anything, but a keen mental response to the most provocative of men.

Starting point is 02:04:20 No woman had ever lived, who was more completely disillusioned, more satiated, more scornful of that age-old dream of human happiness, which, stripped to its bones, was merely the blind instinct of the race to survive. Civilization had heaped its fictions over the bare fact of nature's original purpose, imagination lashing generic sexual impulse to impossible demands for the consummate union of mind and body and soul. Mutuality. When man was essentially polygamous and woman essentially the vehicle of the race. When the individual soul had been decreed by the embittered gods eternally to dwell alone, and never yet had been tricked beyond the moment of nervous exaltation

Starting point is 02:05:07 into the belief that it had fused into its mate, life itself was futile enough, but that dream of the perfect love between two beings, immemorially paired, was the most futile and ravaging of all the dream's civilization had imposed upon mankind. The curse of imagination. Only the savages and the ignorant masses understood love, for the transitory functional thing it was, and were undisturbed by spiritual unrest, by dreams, mild longings.

Starting point is 02:05:40 No one had ever surrendered to the illusion more completely than she. No one had ever hunted with a more passionate determination for that correlative soul that would submerge, exalt, and complete her own aspect. and what had she found? Men, merely men, satiety or disaster, weariness and disgust. She had not an illusion left. She had put all that behind her long since. It seemed to her, as she sat there staring into the last flickering of the charred log, that it had been countless years since any man had had the power to send a thrill along her nerves, to stir even the ghost of the

Starting point is 02:06:24 old fierce desires. No woman had ever had more cause to feel immune. Two contemptuous of life and the spurious illusions man had created for himself while destroying the even balance between matter and mind, even to be rebellious, she had felt a profound gratitude for her complete freedom from the thrall of sex when she had realized that with her gifts of mind and fortune she still had a work to do in the world that would resign her to the supreme boredom of living. During the war, man had been but a broken thing to be mended or eased out of life, and she knew that there were no better nurse in Europe. It had always been her pride to do nothing by halves,

Starting point is 02:07:11 and before that she had come to look upon men with a certain passive toleration when their minds were responsive to her own. whatever sex charm they possessed might better have been wasted on the Venus in the Louvre. And tonight she had realised that this young man, so unlike any she had ever known in her European experience, had been more or less in her thoughts since the night he had followed her out of the theatre and stood covertly observing her as she waited for her car. She had been conscious during subsequent nights at the play

Starting point is 02:07:43 of his powerful gaze as he sat watching for a turn of the head that would give him a glimpse of something more than the back of her neck, or as she passed him on her way to her seat. She had been even more acutely conscious of him as he left his own seat while the lights were still down and followed her up the aisle. But she had felt merely amusement at the time, possibly a thrill of gratified vanity,

Starting point is 02:08:08 accustomed as she was to admiration and homage. But on the night when he had hastened up to her in the deserted street and offered his assistant, standing with his hat in his hand and looking at her with a boyish and diffident gallantry in amusing contrast with his stern and cynical countenance, and she had realized that he had impulsively followed her. Something had stirred within her that she had attributed to a superficial recrudescence of her old love of adventure, of her keen desire for novelty at any cost. Amused at both herself and him, she had suddenly decided, while he was if,

Starting point is 02:08:47 affecting an entrance to her house to invite him into the library and take advantage of this break in the monotonous life she had decreed should be her portion while she remained in New York. She had found him more personally attractive than she had expected. Judge Trent, whom she had deftly drawn out, had told her that he was a young man of whom, according to Dinwiddie, great things were expected in the literary world. His newspaper career, brilliant as it was, being regarded merely as a phase in his progress. He had not yet found himself. After that she had read his column attentively. But she had not been prepared for a powerful and sympathetic personality, that curious mixture of naivety and hard sophistication, and she had ascribed her interests in him

Starting point is 02:09:35 to curiosity in exploring what to her was a completely foreign type. In her own naivety it had never occurred to her that men outside her class were gentlemen, as she understood the term, and she still supposed clavering to be an exception owing to his birth and breeding. It had given her a distinct satisfaction, the night of the dinner, to observe that he lost nothing by contact with men who were indubitably of her own world. There was no snobbery in her attitude. She had always been too secure in her own exalted state for snobbery, too protected from climbers to conceive the I will maintain impulse, and she had escaped at birth that overpowering sense of superiority, that carcs the souls of high and low alike. But it was the first time she had ever had the

Starting point is 02:10:26 opportunity to judge by any standards but those in which she had been born and passed her life. As for clavering, he was a gentleman, and that was the end of that phase of the matter as far as she was concerned. It was only to-night that she had been conscious of her. of a certain youthful eagerness as she paced up and down the hall waiting to hear him run up the steps. She had paused once and laughed at herself as she realized that she was acting like a girl, expecting her lover, when she was merely a coldly, no longer even bitterly, disillusioned woman, bored with this enforced in action in New York, welcoming a little adventure to distract her mind from its brooding on the misery she had left behind her in Europe,

Starting point is 02:11:10 and on the future to which she had committed herself. And a midnight adventure. She had shrugged her shoulders and laughed again, as she had admitted him. But she felt no disposition to laugh as she sat alone in the chilling room. She was both angry and appalled to remember that she had felt a quivering, almost a distension of her nerves, as she had sat there with him in the silence and solitude of the night,

Starting point is 02:11:36 that she had felt a warm pleasure in the interest that betrayed him into passive impertinence, and that a sick terror had shaken her when she saw that he was making up his mind not to see her again. She had not betrayed herself for a moment. She was too old a hand in the game of men and women for that, and she had let him go without a sign, secure in the confidence that he was at her back. But she knew now, and her hands clenched and her face distorted, as she admitted it, that if he had suddenly snatched her in his arms, she would have flamed into passion and felt herself the incarnation of youth and love. Incredible, unthinkable. She?

Starting point is 02:12:21 What should she do? Flee? She had come to New York for one purpose only to settle her financial affairs in the briefest possible time and return to the country where her work lay. but she had been detained beyond expectation for the slow reorganization of one of the companies in which a large portion of her fortune was invested would not be complete without her final signature. There were other important transfers to be made, and moreover Judge Trent had insisted that she become thoroughly acquainted with her business affairs and able to maintain an intelligent correspondence with her trustees when he himself had retired. She had shown a remarkable aptitude for finance, and he was merciless in his insistence, demanding an hour of her time every day.

Starting point is 02:13:12 Business, she hated the word. What did it matter? But she knew that it did matter, and supremely. She might have the beauty, the brains, and the sex domination, to win men to her way of thinking when she launched herself into the maelstrom of politics, but she was well aware that her large fortune, would be half the battle. It furnished the halo and the sinews, and it gave her the power to buy men who could not be persuaded. She had vowed that Austria should be saved at any cost. No, she could not go now. She must remain for another month, two months possibly. She was no longer

Starting point is 02:13:51 in that undisciplined stage of youth when flight from danger seems the only solution. To wreck the lives of others in order to secure her own peace of mind would make her both ridiculous and contemptible in her own eyes, and she had yet to despise herself. She would stick it out, see it through, to quote the vernacular of these curious American novels she had been reading, trusting that she had merely been suffering from a flurry of the senses. Not so remarkable, perhaps. But her mind drifted back to the past month. Senses?

Starting point is 02:14:26 And if it were not that alone, but merely the inevitable accompaniment of full, far stranger processes, if it were what she had once so long sought and with such disastrous results. She had believed for so many years that it existed somewhere, in some man, that it was every woman's right, even if it could not last forever, but while it lasted. After all, imagination had its uses. It helped to prolong as well as create. She sank back and closed her eyes, succumbing to the ineffable languor. It lasted but a moment. She started up with an exclamation of impatience and disgust, and she shivered from head to foot. The room was bitterly cold. There were only ashes on the half. End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librivox recording is in the

Starting point is 02:15:29 public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 13 Clavering turned hot and cold several times during his walk home. He had been atrociously rude, impertinent. If she hadn't ordered him out of the house, it must have been because she was a creature of moods, and he had merely amused her for an hour. No doubt she would wake up in a proper state of indignation,

Starting point is 02:15:54 and give her servant's orders. Or, was she sincere when she demanded his friendship, willing to put up with his abominable manners, trusting to her own wit to defeat him, lull his suspicions? Friendship? The best thing for him to do was to avoid her like the plague. He hated to admit it, but he was afraid of her, not so much of falling in love with her and going through tragedy, which was probably what it would come to, as of the terrible force so skillfully hidden in that white and delicate body, of a powerful personality fortified by an unimaginable past. She gave the impression of a woman who had been at grips with life and conquered it,

Starting point is 02:16:38 from first to last. Formidable creature. An extraordinary achievement, if true, but was it? Women, no matter how beautiful, wealthy, highly placed and powerfully organized, got the worst of it one way or another. When they fell in love, they were apt to lose their own. their heads and with that the game technique crumbled for a moment he imagined her in love dissolved helpless then hastily changed the subject he liked women to be strong having long since abandoned his earlier ideal of the supine adorant but not too strong certainly not stronger than himself he had met a good many strong women in the last twelve years swathed more often than not in disarming femininity A man hadn't a chance with them, man's strength as a rule being all on the outside.

Starting point is 02:17:32 Women grew up, and men didn't. That was the infernal truth. For the moment he hated all women, and felt only a cowardly but a decidedly boyish impulse to run away. He'd like to wander, Wander, lie out in the woods and dream as he had done in his boyhood, before he knew too much of life, reading Shelley and munching chestnuts. Then he remembered that woods were full of snow in winter and laughed. Well, he'd go and see Gora Dwight. She was in Washington at the moment, but would be home on Friday. She was a tonic, strong if you like, but making no bones about it. No soft feminine seductions there.

Starting point is 02:18:15 She, too, had fought life and conquered in a way, but she showed the scars. Must have had the devil of a time. At all events a man could spend hours in her stimulating company, and know exactly where he stood no damned sex nonsense about her at all he knew barely another woman who didn't trail round to sex sooner or later psychoanalysis had relieved them of whatever decent inhibitions they might have had in the past he hated the subject some day he'd let go in his column and tell women in general what he thought of them remind them that men were their superiors in this at least they kept sex in its proper place and were capable always of more than one idea at a time. So was Gora Dwight. He believed he'd make a confidant of her, to a certain extent. At all events he'd refresh his soul at that tranquil font.

Starting point is 02:19:11 End of Chapter 13 Chapter 14 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Libreux recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 14 Gora Dwight, after the fashion of other successful authors, had recently bought a house. It was in East 35th Street, not far from the one at present occupied by Madame Zatiani, but nearer Lexington Avenue. It was one of the old, monotonous brownstone houses, but with a southern exposure,

Starting point is 02:19:52 and the former owner had removed the front steps and remodeled the lower floor. The dining room on the left of the entrance was a long, admirably proportioned room, and the large room above which embraced the entire floor, Miss White had converted into a library both sumptuous and stately. She had bought her furniture at auction, that it might not look too new, and on the longer walls were bookcases seven feet high. She had collected a small library before the wall, and for the many other books, some of them rare and all highly valued by their present possessor,

Starting point is 02:20:29 she had haunted second-hand bookshops. The prevailing tone of the room was brown and gold, enlivened discreetly with red, and the chairs and lounges were deep and comfortable. A large Davenport stood before the fireplace, which had been rebuilt for logs. There was a victrola in one corner, for Miss Dwight was amenable if her guests were seized with a desire to jazz, and a grand piano stood near the lower windows. The only evidence of sheer femininity was a tea table furnished with old pieces of silver she had picked up in France. The dining room below was a trifle gaya in effect. The walls and curtains were a deep yellow, and there were always flowers on the table. New York knew so much about this new literary planet that it took for granted

Starting point is 02:21:20 there was nothing further to be discovered. There are always San Franciscans in the great city, and when she became famous, they were obliging with their biographical data. Life had been hard on her at first, for although she came of old revolutionary stock, she grew up in poverty and obscurity. Her father had been a failure,

Starting point is 02:21:42 and after the death of her parents, she had kept a lodging house for business women, taking courses at the University of California, while. Later she had studied nursing and made her mark with physicians and surgeons. Her brother, a good-looking chap with fine manners, but a sort of super-moron, had unexpectedly married into the old aristocracy of San Francisco, and Gora, through her sister-in-law, the lovely Alexina Groom, had seen something of the lighter side of life. During this period she had written a number of short stories that have been published in the best magazines, and one novel of distinction

Starting point is 02:22:23 that have made a howling success in San Francisco, owing to the unprecedented efforts of the fashionable people led by young Mrs. Mortimer Dwight, but had fallen flat in the east in spite of the reviews. Then had come a long intermission when fictionists were of small account in a world of awful facts. She was quite forgotten, for she must be made. made not even a casual contribution to the magazines. Shortly after the war broke out, she offered her services to England, and for long and weary years was one of the most valued nurses in the British armies. At the close of the war, she had returned to California, intending to write her new novel at Lake Tahoe, but finding the season in full swing she had gone to some small interior

Starting point is 02:23:12 town and written it there. When it was finished, she had brought it on to New York. When it was and had remained here ever since. So ended the brief biography, which was elaborated in many articles and interviews. As for the novel, it won her instant fame and a small fortune. It was gloomy, pessimistic, excoriating, merciless, drab, sordid, and hideously realistic. Its people hailed from that plebeian end of the vegetable garden devoted to turnips and cabbages.

Starting point is 02:23:47 they possessed all the mean vices and weaknesses that detestable humanity has so far begotten they were all failures and their pitiful aspirations were treated with biting irony futile futile world the scene was laid in a small town in california a microcosm of the stupidities of civilization and of the united states of america in particular the celebrated atmosphere of the state was The town and the types were American. It would seem that merely some unadmitted tenuous sentiment had set the scene in the state of the author's birth. But there the concession ended. Even the climate was treated with the scorn that all old cliches deserved. Her biographers might have contributed the information that the climate of a California interior town in summer is simply infernal. Naturally, the book created a forerore.

Starting point is 02:24:49 A few years before it would have expired at birth, even had a publisher be mad enough to offer it to a smug contented world. But the daily catalogue of the horrors and the obscenities of war, the violent dislocations that followed with the menaces of panic and revolution that affected the nerves and the pockets of the entire Commonwealth, the irritable reaction against the war itself, knocked romance optimism aspiration idealism the sane and balanced judgment of life to smithereens more cliches the world was rotten to the core and the human race so filthy the wonder was that any writer would handle it with tongs but they plunged to their necks the public whose urges inhibitions complexes were in a state of ferment but inarticulate found their release in these

Starting point is 02:25:44 novels and stories and wallowed in them. The more insulting, the more ruthless, the more one-sided the disclosure of their irremediable faults and meannesses, the more voluptuous the pleasure. There had been reactions after the Civil War, but on a higher plane. The population had not been maculated by inferior races. The young editors, critics, special writers were enchanted. This was life at last. Moreover, it was democracy. These young and able men, having renounced their earlier socialism, their sense of humour, recognising its disharmony with high salaries and pleasant living, were hot for democracy. Nothing paid like democracy in this heaving world. The democratic wave rose and soared. Symbolic was the violent eruption of small-town fiction,

Starting point is 02:26:41 as realistic as the kitchen, as pessimistic as Wall Street. All virtue, all hope, all idealism had gone out of the world. Romance, for that matter, never had existed, and it was high time the stupid world was forcibly purged of its immemorial illusion. Life was, and ever had been, sordid, commonplace, ignoble, vulgar, immedicable. Refinement was a cowardly vicarable. a veneer that was beneath any seeker after truth, and truth was all that mattered. Love was to laugh, happiness was hysteria, and content the delusion of morons, a word now hotly racing authentic.

Starting point is 02:27:28 As for those verbal criminals, loyalty, and patriotism, face it vomitire. Their success was colossal. Gora Dwight caught the crest of the wave and sold three hundred. hundred thousand copies of fools. She immediately signed a contract with one of the woman's magazines for the serial rights of her next novel for $30,000 and received a corresponding advance from her publisher. Her short stories sold for $2,000 apiece and her first novel was exhumed and had a heavy sale. It was difficult to be pessimistic with $100,000 in bonds and mortgages and the deed of a house in her house in her her strong box, but Gora Dwight was an artist and could always fall back on technique.

Starting point is 02:28:17 But although her book was the intellectual expression of wildly distorted complexes owing to the disillusionments of war, the humiliation of her ego in woman's most disastrous adventure and the consequent repression of all her dearest urges, she deserved her success far more than any of her adolescent rivals. She had formed her style in the days of complete. She had formed her normalcy and not only was that style distinguished vigorous and individual but she was able to convey her extremist realism so subtly and yet so unambiguously that she could afford her disdain the latrities of the younger school a marvellous feat most of them used the frank vocabulary of the humble home as alone synonymous with truth never before had such words invaded the sacrosanct pages of american language letters. Little they rept, as Mr. Lee Clavering, who took the entire school as an obscene joke, pointed out, that they were but taking the shortest cut, advantage of the post-war license

Starting point is 02:29:25 affecting all classes, to save themselves the exhausting effort of acquiring a vocabulary and forming a style. The spade as a symbol vanished from fiction. Miss Dwight had her own ideals, little as she permitted her unfortunate characters to have any, and not only was she a consummate master of words and of the art of suggestion, but she had been brought up by finicky parents who held that certain words were not to be used in refined society. The impressions received in plastic years were not to be obliterated by any fad of the hour. No one knew, not even her fellow Californians, that she had had a disastrous love affair which had culminated in an attempt to murder her beautiful sister-in-law. Her book had been a wild revulsion from every standard of her youth,

Starting point is 02:30:20 and she loathed love and the bare idea of mutual happiness in fellow mortals, as she recently had loathed blood and filth and war and Germans. Success is a great healer. Moreover, she was a woman of strong and indomitable character, and very proud she consigned the man who after all was the author of her phenomenal success to nethermost oblivion you cannot sell three hundred thousand copies of a book receive hundreds of letters from unknown admirers telling you that you are the greatest novelist living see your name constantly in the news be besieged by editors and publishers and become a popular favorite with sophisticates and carry around a lacerated heart the past fades the present reigns the future is rosy as the dawn gora dwight was far too arrogant at this period of her career to love any man even had there been anything left of her heart but a pump her life was full to the brim she was quite aware that the present rage for stark and dour realism would pass the indications were to be seen in the more moderate but pronounced success of several novels by authors impervious to crazes

Starting point is 02:31:43 but she was too fertile for apprehension on that score she had many and quite different themes wandering like luminous ghosts about the corridors of a brain singularly free from labyrinths ready to emerge full-bodied when the world was ready for them the last time clavering had sat opposite a woman by a log fire both had enjoyed the deep luxury of easy chairs and his hostess had seemed to melt into the depths until they enfolded her but miss dwight never lounged her backbone appeared to be made of cast iron she sat erect to-day on a hassock while he reclined in a chair that exactly fitted his spine and enjoyed contrasting her with the other woman. Gora Dwight had no beauty, but she never passed unnoticed in a crowd, even if unrecognised. Her oval eyes were a pale, clear grey, cold, almost sinister, and she wore her mass of rich brown hair on top of her head and down to her heavy eyebrows. Her mouth was straight and sharply cut, but mobile and capable of relaxing into a charming smile, and she had beautiful teeth.

Starting point is 02:32:58 The nose was short and emphatic, the jawbones salient. It was altogether a disharmonic type, for the head was long and the face short, broad across the high cheekbones, and her large light eyes set in her small dark face produced a disconcerting effect on sensitive people, but more often fascinated them. Clavering had been told that in her California days

Starting point is 02:33:24 she had possessed a superb bust, but long years of unremitting work in France and England had taken toll of her flesh, and it had never returned. She was very thin, and the squareness of her frame was emphasised by the strong, uncompromising bones. But her feet and her brown hands were long and narrow, and the straight lines of the present fashion were very becoming to her. She wore today a gown of dark red velvet trimmed with brown fur and a touch of gold in the region of the waist. It was known that she got her clothes at the best houses. She was a curious mixture, clavering reflected, and not the least contradictory thing about her, was the way in which her rather sullen face could light up, exactly as if some inner flame leapt suddenly behind those uncanny eyes and shed its light

Starting point is 02:34:18 over the very muscles of her cheeks and under her skin. The oddest of her traits was her apparent pleasure in seeing a man comfortable, while she looked like a ramrod herself, and she was the easiest of mortals to talk to when she was in the right mood. She was morose at times, but her favourites were seldom inflicted with her moods, and of all her favouring reign supreme. This he knew, and took advantage of after the fashion of his self. sex. He told her all his troubles, his ambitions, which he believed to be futile. He had written plays

Starting point is 02:34:56 which his own criticism had damned, and no eye but his own and Gora Dwight's had ever seen. And she refreshed and stimulated his mind when his daily column must be written, and his brain was stagnant. She also knew of his secret quest of the one woman, and had been the repository of several fleeting hopes. And never for a moment had she thought him saturnine or disillusioned. Not she. Gora Dwight had an extraordinary knowledge of men for a woman to whom men did not make love. But if she had neither beauty nor allure, she had genius. And a father-confessor hardly knows more about women than a nurse about men. Moreover, she had her arts, little as men suspected it long ago she had read an appraisement of madame recamier by saint-beauve she listened with seduction gora had no intention of practising seduction in any of its forms but she listened and she never betrayed

Starting point is 02:36:03 and her reward was that men sound and whole and full of man's inherent and technical peculiarities had confided in her altogether she was she was well equipped for fiction end of chapter fourteen chapter fifteen of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter fifteen she was listening now as clavering told her of his adventurous meeting with madame zattiani of their subsequent conversations and of his doubts are you sure she is not playing a part deliberately she asked having her little fun after those horrible years, she looks quite equal to it and a personal drama would have its attractions after an experience during which a nurse felt about as personal, as an amputated limb. And while one is still young and beautiful, what a lark. No, I don't believe anything of the sort. I fancy that if she didn't happen to be so fond of the theatre, she'd have come and gone, and none of us being the wiser. Her secret is,

Starting point is 02:37:20 Sui generis, whatever it is, I've racked my mind in vain. I don't believe she is the Countess Satyani's daughter, nor a third cousin, nor the Countess Joseph Satyani. I've tried to recall every mystery story I ever read that would bear on the case, but I'm as much in the dark as ever. And you've thought of nothing else. Your column has fallen off. Do you think that? He sat up. I've not been too satisfied myself. You've been filling up with letters from your correspondence after the fashion of more jaded columnists. Even your comments on them have been flat.

Starting point is 02:38:02 And as for your description of that prize fight last night, it was about as thrilling as an account of a flower show. He laughed and dropped back. You are as refreshing as a cold shower, Gora. But after all, even a poor columnist must be allowed to slumber. occasionally. However, I'll turn her off hereafter when I sit down to my typewriter. Lord knows a typewriter is no Vagnarian orchestra, and should be warranted to banish sentiment. Sentiment is not the word, though. It is plain, raging, curiosity. Oh, no, it is not, said Miss Dwight coolly, lighting another cigarette, which she carefully fitted into a pair of small gold tongs.

Starting point is 02:38:47 neither ink nor nicotine was ever seen on those long aristocratic fingers you are in love with her my child i am not oh yes you are i've never been misled for a moment by your other brief rhapsodies the classic anne the demoniac marion but you're landed high and dry this time the mystery may have something to do with it but the woman has far more she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld, and she looks intelligent and keen in spite of that monumental repose. And what a great lady! Gora sighed, how she once had longed to be a great lady. She no longer cared a fig about it, and would not have changed her present state for that of a princess in a stable world. But old dreams die hard. There was no one of Madame Zatiani's abundant manifestations of high fortune that she admired more. Go in and win, Clavy, and without too much loss of time, she'll be drawn into her own world here sooner or later.

Starting point is 02:39:58 She confesses to being a widow, so you needn't get tangled up in an intrigue. You forget she's also a very rich woman. I'd look like a fortune hunter. How old-fashioned of you! And you'd feel like nothing of the sort. the only thing that worries you at present is that you are trying to hide from yourself that you are in love with her.

Starting point is 02:40:20 I wonder, I don't feel any raging desire for her. That I can swear. You simply haven't got that far. The mystery has possessed your mind and your doubts have acted as a censor, but once you let yourself go... And suppose she turned me down,

Starting point is 02:40:38 which no doubt she would do. I'm not hunting for tragedy. I've an idea she won't. While you've been talking, I've written out the whole story in my mind. For that matter, I began it last Monday night when I saw you two whispering together. I was in the box just above, if you noticed, and I watched her face. It was something more than politely interested. Oh, she looked the same when she was talking to Din and Osborne that night at dinner.

Starting point is 02:41:08 She's merely a woman of the world who has had scores of men in love with her, and is young enough to be interested in any young man who doesn't bore her, to say nothing of keeping her hand in. But there is something else. He moved restlessly. She seems to me to be compounded of strength, force, power. She emanates, exudes it. I'm afraid of being afraid of her.

Starting point is 02:41:32 I prefer to be stronger than my wife. Don't flatter yourself. Women are always stronger than their husbands unless they are the complete idiot or man crazy. Neither type would appeal to you. The average woman, or the millions of her, has a moral force and strength of character and certain shrewd mental qualities, however unintellectual, that dominate a man every time. This woman has all that and more, a thousand times more. A mighty good thing if she would take you in hand. She'd be the making of you, for you'd learn things about men and women and life and yourself that you've never so much as guessed and then you'd write a play that would set the town on fire that's all you need even if she treated you badly the result would be the same

Starting point is 02:42:24 life has been much too kind to you clavy and your little disappointments have been so purely romantic that only your facile emotions have played about like amiable puppies on the roof of your passions It's time the lava began to boil and the lid blew off. Your creative tract will get a ploughing up and a fertilising as a natural sequence. Your plays would no longer be mere models of architecture. I am not an amiable altruist. I don't long to see you happy. I'm rather inclined to hate this woman, who will end by infatuating you, for of course that would be the last I'd ever see of you.

Starting point is 02:43:03 But I'm an artist, and I believe that art is really all. that is worth living for. I want you to do great work, and I want you to be a really great figure in New York, instead of a merely notable one. You've both taken the conceit out of me and bucked me up, but I want you to meet her, and I don't know how to bring it about. I have an idea that your instinct would get somewhere near the truth. Suppose I give a party, and a day or two before, you ask her casually if she would like to come, or put it to her anyway, you think best. Nobody calls these days, but I have an idea she would. People of that type rarely renounce the formalities. Then, if I'm really clever, I'll make her think she'd like to see me

Starting point is 02:43:49 again, and she will be at home when I return her call. Do you think you could work it? It's possible. I've roused her curiosity about our crowd, and I'll plant a few more seeds. Yes, I think she'll come. When will you have it? A week from Saturday. Good, you're a brick, Gora, and don't imagine you'll ever get rid of me. If she is unique, so are you. This fireside will always be a magnet. Miss Dwight merely smiled.

Starting point is 02:44:25 End of Chapter 15. Chapter 16 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Lynn Thompson. Chapter 16 Clavering walked rapidly toward Mr. Dinwiddy's club. He was in no haste to be alone with himself, although he should have been at his desk an hour ago. But it was time Dinwiddie had some news for him. The club was deserted as far as he was concerned, and he went on to Mr. Dinwiddie's rooms on 48th Street. There he found his friend in dressing-gown and slippers,

Starting point is 02:45:09 one bandaged foot on a stool. Gout? he asked with the callousness of youth. Wondered why I hadn't heard from you. I've tried to get you no less than four times on the telephone. When I'm at work I leave orders downstairs to let my telephone alone, and I've been walking a lot. Well, sit down and smoke. Standing around makes me nervous.

Starting point is 02:45:33 You look nervous yourself. Been working too hard? Yes. Think of taking you. a run down to Florida. Perhaps I'll go with you, but I've something to tell you. That's the reason I called you up. Well, don't snap my head off.

Starting point is 02:45:50 Got a touch of dyspepsia? No, I haven't. If you had to turn out a column a day, you'd be nervous too. Well, take a vacation. What have you found out? It took me a week to get in touch with Harry Thornhill, but he finally consented to see me. He's lived buried among books.

Starting point is 02:46:09 for the last twenty years. His wife and two children were killed in a railway collision. What the devil do I care about Harry Thornhill? You're a selfish young beggar, but I would have cared as little at your age. Well, a cousin of his, Maynard Thornhill, did move to Virginia some 35 years ago, married and had a family, and moved on to Paris, and remained there until both he and his wife died. Beyond that, he could tell me nothing. They weren't on particularly cordial terms, and he never looked the family up when he went over. Has Madame Zatiani ever said anything about brothers and sisters? Not a word. Probably married and settled in Europe somewhere, or wiped out. You might ask her. I'll ask her no more questions. I've been snubbing you? On the contrary, she's been uncommonly decent. I got

Starting point is 02:47:05 rather strung up the last time I was there, and asked her so many leading questions that she'd have been justified in showing me out of the house. You impertinent young scamp, but manners have changed since my day. What did she tell you? Nothing. I'm as much in the dark as ever. What have you found out about Joseph Daciani? Something, but not quite enough.

Starting point is 02:47:29 I met an Austrian, Countess Loyos, at dinner the other night, and asked her about the satyani's. She said the family was a large one, with many branches, but she had a vague idea that a Joso Satyani was killed in the wall. Whether he was married or not, she had no idea. Clavering stood up, suddenly, and looked down on Mr. Dinwiddie, who was smiling less triumphantly than ruefully. Well, he asked sharply, well? I see you've caught it. It's rather odd, isn't it, that this Austrian lady who has lived her life in Viennese society knows nothing apparently of any young and beautiful Countess Satyani. I didn't give her a hint of the truth, for I certainly shall not be the one to lose the bloodhounds on this charming young woman, whoever she may be, told her that I recalled having met a very young and handsome countess of that name in Europe, before the war,

Starting point is 02:48:26 and wondered what had become of her. But somebody else may let them loose any moment. A good many people are interested in her already. Well, they can't do anything to her. She's a right to call herself whatever she likes, and she asks no favours. But I'd like to hypnotise Judge Trent and get the truth out of him.

Starting point is 02:48:46 He knows, damn him. He's laying up trouble for himself if he's passing off an imposter, letting her get possession of Mary's money. I cannot understand Trent. He's a fool about women, but he's the soul of honour, and has one of the keenest legal minds in the state,

Starting point is 02:49:04 that she has fooled him is unthinkable. He knows, and is in some way justified. Madame Zatiani must have your friend's power of attorney. That's positive, and there is no doubt that Countess Zatiani, Mary Ogden, is in some sanitarium in Vienna, hopelessly ill. She let that out. Poor Mary, is that true? I'm afraid it is.

Starting point is 02:49:30 perhaps that may be it what are you talking about when she was mocking my curiosity she suggested that she might have been an actress and won the confidence of countess satyani owing to the resemblance it struck me as fantastic but who knows still why should she use the name zatiyani even if your friend did give her the power of attorney unless he recalled gora's suggestion She is out for a lark. Lark? She hasn't tried to meet people. I can't see any point in your idea. Absurd. And that woman is no actress.

Starting point is 02:50:10 She is Gronde dame, born and bred. I've met some actresses that had very fine manners indeed, and also the entree. Well, they don't measure up according to my notion. This girl is the real thing. Then why, in heaven's name, doesn't your countess lawyers know anything about her. If Madame Zatiani is what she says she is,

Starting point is 02:50:35 they must have met in Viennese society a hundred times. In fact, she would have been one of the notable figures at court. The only explanation I can think of is that Madame Zatiani is all that she claims to be, but that for some reason or other she is not using her own name. Ah, that is an explanation. But why? Why?

Starting point is 02:51:03 There you have me. Unless... Ah! The familiar glitter came into his eyes and clavering waited expectantly. This old bird had a marvellous instinct. I have it. For some reason she had to get out of Europe.

Starting point is 02:51:20 Maybe she's hiding from a man, maybe from the government. Zatiani may be one of her husband's names or her mother's. Of course Mary, would be interested in her, with that resemblance, and help her out. She knew her well enough to trust her, and somebody had to represent her here. Of course Trent knows the truth, and naturally would keep her secret.

Starting point is 02:51:42 Another plot for the movies. Still, it's a plausible enough explanation. Yes, I shouldn't wonder. But from whom is she hiding? Possibly from her husband. Her... her like us not don't murder me i think you better go to florida and stay there better still marry anne goodrich and take her along clavering had flung himself out of the room end of chapter sixteen chapter seventeen of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter seventeen

Starting point is 02:52:31 he charged down madison avenue barely escaping disaster at the crossings in the frightful congestion of the hour he was not only intensely perturbed in mind but he was in a hurry his column was unfinished and an article on the authentic drama for one of the literary reviews must be delivered on the morrow in the normal course of events it would have been written a week since he was furious with himself passionate impulsive and often unreasonable his mind was singularly well balanced and never before had it succumbed to obsession he had taken the war as a normal episode in the history of a world dealing mainly in war not as a strictly personal experience designed by a malignant fate to deprive youth of its illusions imbitter and de-idealize it fill it with a cold and acrid contempt for militarism and governments converted to passion and launch it on a confused but strident groping after truth. It was incredible to him that anyone who had read history could be guilty of such adjudity, and he attributed it to the bruised but itching egos. After all, it had been a middle-aged man's war.

Starting point is 02:53:51 Not a single military reputation had been made by any one of the millions of young fighters, despite promotions, citations and medals. statesmen and military men long past their youth would alone be mentioned in history the youth of america was individualism rampant plus the national self-esteem and the mass of them to-day had no family traditions behind them sprung from god knew what their ego had been slapped in the face and compressed into a mould they were subconsciously trying to rebuild it to its original proportions by feeling older than their fathers and sherey their awful contempt upon those ancient and despicable lodestones, loyalty and patriotism. Writers who had remained safely at home had taken the cue and become mildly pacifist. It sounded intellectual, and it certainly was the fashion. Clavering, whose ancestors had fought in every war in American history, had enlisted in 1917,

Starting point is 02:54:54 with neither sentimentalism, enthusiasm, nor resentment. It was idle to vent one's wrath and contempt upon statesmen who could not settle their quarrels with their brains. For the centuries that stood between the present and utter barbarism were too few to have accomplished more than the initial stages of a true civilization. No doubt a thousand years hence these stages would appear as rudimentary as the age of the Neanderthals had seemed to the 20th century. And as man made progress, so did he rarely. outstrip it. So far he had done less for himself than for what passed for progress and the higher civilization. Naturally enough, when the Frankenstein monster heaved itself erect and began to run a mock with seven-legged boots, all the pygmies could do was to revert hysterically to

Starting point is 02:55:48 Neanderthal methods and use the limited amount of brains the intervening centuries had given them to scheme for victory. A thousand years hence the Frankenstein might be buried, and man's brain gigantic. Then only would civilization be perfected, and the savagery and assinity of war, a blot on the history of his race to which no man cared to refer. But that was a long way off. When a man's country was in danger, there was nothing to do but fight, noblese oblige, and a man. fight without growling and whining. Clavering had liked army discipline,

Starting point is 02:56:30 sitting in filthy trenches, wounds, hospitals, and killing his fellow men, as little as any decent man. But what had these surly grumblers expected? To fight when they felt like it, sleep in feather beds and shoot at targets? Disillusionment. Patriotism murdered by truth.

Starting point is 02:56:50 One would think they were fighting the first war in history. it was not the war they took seriously but themselves like other men of his class and traditions clavering had emerged from the war hoping it would be the last of his time but with his ego unbruised his point of view of life in general undistorted and a quick banishment of hideous memories his chief surviving memory was a hideous boredom one more war had gone into history that he had taken an infinitesimal part in it instead of reading an account of it by some accomplished historian was merely the accident of his years as far as he could see he was precisely the man he was before he was sent to france and he had only unmitigated contempt for these war reactions in men sound in limb and with no derangement of the duckless glands as for the women when they began to talk intellectual pacifism he told them that their new doctrine of non-resistance became them ill but as even the most advanced were still women consistency was not to be expected nor desired their pacificism however when not merely affectation civility to the fashion of the moment was due to an obscure fear of seeing the world depopulated of men or of repressed religious instinct or apology for being females and unable to fight. He was extremely rude. And now this

Starting point is 02:58:25 infernal woman had completely thrown him off his balance. He could think of nothing else. His work had been deplorable, the last week at all events, and although a month since nothing would have given him more exquisite satisfaction than to write a paper on the authentic drama, he would now be quite indifferent if censorship had closed every theatre on Broadway. way. Such an ass, such a cursed ass, had he become, in one short month. He had tramped half the nights and a good part of every day, trying to interest himself by the wayside and clear his brain. He might as well have sat by his fire and read a piffling novel. Nevertheless, until Gora Dwight had brought her detached analytical faculty to bear on his case, he had not admitted to himself

Starting point is 02:59:15 that he was in love with the woman. He had chosen to believe that, being unique and compact of mystery, she had hypnotised his interest and awakened all the latent chivalry of his nature. Something the modern woman called upon, precious seldom. He had felt the romantic night ready to break a lance, a dozen if necessary, in case the world rose against her, denounced her as an imposter. True, she seemed more than able to take care of. of herself, but she was very beautiful, very blonde, very unprotected, and in that wistful second youth he most admired. He had thought himself the chivalrous son of chivalrous southerners, excited and not too happy, but convinced at the height of his restlessness and absorption

Starting point is 03:00:05 that she was but a romantic and passing episode in his life. When Gora Dwight had ruthlessly led him into those unconsciously guarded secret chambers of his soul, and bidden him, behold, and ponder. He had turned as cold as if ice-water were running in his veins, although he had continued to smile indulgently, and had answered with some approach to jocularity. He was flawed at last. He'd got the infernal disease in its most virulent form, not a doubt of it. No wonder he had deluded himself, his ideal woman, whom, preferably, he would have wooed and won, in some sequestered spot beautified by nature, not made hideous by man, was not a woman at all, but a girl, 26 was an ideal age, who had read and studied and thought, and seen all of the world that a

Starting point is 03:01:02 girl decently may. He had dreamed of no man's leaving, certainly not a woman who had probably had more than one lover, and no doubt would not take the trouble to deny it. He hated as much as he loved her, and he felt that he would rather kill than possess her. It was half an hour after he reached his rooms before he finished striding up and down. Then, with a final anathema, he flung himself into a chair before his table. At last his brain felt clearer, now that he had faced the truth. Time and he had. enough to wrestle with his problem when he had won his leisure if he couldn't switch her off for one night at least and give his brain it's due he'd despise himself and that he vowed he'd never do he wrote steadily until two in the morning end of chapter seventeen chapter eighteen of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson

Starting point is 03:02:13 Chapter 18 He awoke at noon His first impression was that a large black bat Was sitting on his brain The darkened room seemed to contain a visible presence of disaster He sprang out of bed and took a hot and cold shower Hobgoblins fled, although he felt no inclination to sing He called down for his breakfast and opened his whole door

Starting point is 03:02:38 A pile of letters lay on his newspapers and the topmost one in a large envelope, addressed in a flowing meticulously fine hand, he knew, without speculation, to be from Madame Zatiani. He threw back the curtains, settled himself in an armchair, read his other letters deliberately,

Starting point is 03:02:59 and glanced at the headlines of the papers before he carefully slit the envelope that had seemed to press his eyeballs. The time had come for self-discipline, consistently exercised. moreover he was afraid of it what why had she written to him why hadn't she telephoned was this a tardy dismissal his breath was short and his hands shaking as he opened the letter it was sufficiently commonplace dear mr clavering i have been in atlantic city for a few days getting rid of a cold i hope you have not called will you dine with me to-morrow night at half after eight I shall not ask anyone else.

Starting point is 03:03:44 Sincerely, Marie Zatiani. So her name was Marie. It had struck him once or twice as humorous that he didn't know the first name of the woman who was demanding his every waking thought, and she had been out of town and unaware that he had deliberately avoided her, had taken for granted that he had been polite enough to call,

Starting point is 03:04:07 and had left his cards at home. Should he go? He'd have his breakfast first and do his thinking afterward. He did ample justice to the breakfast, which was also lunch, read his newspapers, cursed the printers of his own for two typographical errors he found in his column, then called up her house. Feeling as normal and unromantic as a man generally does when digesting a meal and the news, he concluded that to refuse her invitation, to attempt to avoid her, in short,

Starting point is 03:04:40 would not only be futile, as he was bound to respond to that magnet sooner or later, but would be a further confession of cowardice. Whatever his fate, he'd see it through. He gave his acceptance to the butler, went out and took a brisk walk, returned and wrote his column for the next day, then visited his club and talked with congenial souls until it was time to dress for dinner. No more thinking at present. nevertheless he ascended her steps at exactly half-past eight with the blood pounding in his ears

Starting point is 03:05:15 and his heart acting like a schoolboy's in his first attack of calf-love. But he managed to compose himself before the footman leisurely answered his ring. If there was one point upon which he was primarily determined it was to keep his head. If he gave her a hint that she had reduced him to a state of imbecility before his moment came, if it ever did, his chances would be done for, dished. He looked more saturnine than ever, as he strode into the hall. Dinner will be served in the library, sir, said the footman. Madame will be down in a moment.

Starting point is 03:05:53 Atet-a-tete by the fire, worse and worse. He had been fortified by the thought of the butler and footman. An hour under their supercilious eyes would mean the most impersonal kind of small talk, but they'd hardly stand round the library. However, the small table before the blazing logs looked very cosy and the imposing room was full of mellow light. Two Gothic chairs had been drawn to the table. They, at least, looked uncomfortable enough to avert sentiment.

Starting point is 03:06:25 Not that he felt sentimental. He was holding down something a good deal stronger than sentiment, but he flattered himself that he looked as saturnine as Satan as Satan himself, as he warmed his back at the fire. He hoped she had a cold in her head. But she had not. As she entered, dressed in a white teagown of chiffon and lace, she looked like a moonbeam,

Starting point is 03:06:49 and as if no mortal indisposition had ever brushed her in passing. Instead of her pearls, she wore a long, thin necklace of diamonds, that seemed to frost her gown. She was smiling and gracious and infinitely remote. The effect was as a small. cold and steadying as his morning's icy shower. He shook her hand firmly. Sorry you've been seedy. Hope it didn't lay you up. Oh no, I fancy I merely wanted an excuse to see Atlantic City. It was just a touch of bronchitis and fled at once. Like Atlantic City?

Starting point is 03:07:26 No, it is merely an interminable line of ostentatiously rich hotels on a boardwalk. None of the grace and dignity of Ostend. Poor Ostend as it used to be. The DIG was one of the most brilliant sights in Europe, but no doubt you have seen it, she added politely. Yes, I spent a week there once, but Bruges interested me more. I was very young at the time. You must have been. Don't you like to gamble? The Kursal could be very exciting. Oh yes, I like to gamble occasionally. God, but But now I'll talk. Gambling with life, however, is alongside more exciting. Yes, is it not? Atlantic City might do you good. You do not look at all well. Never felt better in my life, a bit tired, generally am at this time of the year,

Starting point is 03:08:18 may take a run down to Florida. I should, she said politely. Shall you say long? That depends. Presence of servants superfluous. Are you fond of the sea? I detest it. That boundless flat grey waste? A wild and rocky coast in a terrific storm, yes, but not that moving grey plain that comes in and falls down, comes in and falls down. It is the mountains I turn to when I can. I often long for the Austrian Alps, the Dolomites, the translucent green lakes like enormous emeralds, sparkling in the sun and set in straight white walls. a glimpse of pine forest beyond the roar of an avalanche in the night new york and atlantic city must seem prosaic he had never felt so polite i suppose you are eager to return why in hell don't those servants bring the dinner i have not seen the alps since two years before the war some day yes oh yes shall we sit down the two men entered with enormous dignity bearing plates of all the war and some day yes oh yes shall we sit down the two men entered with enormous dignity bearing plates of all

Starting point is 03:09:27 oysters as if offering the Holy Grail and the head of St. John the Baptist on a charger. Impossible to associate class consciousness with beings who looked as impersonal as fate, and would have regarded a fork out of alignment as a stain on their private sketchon. They performed the right of placing the oysters on the table and retired. Madame Zatiani and Clavering adjusted themselves to the Gothic period. The oysters were succulent. They discussed the weather. This was a happy thought, he said.

Starting point is 03:10:01 It feels like a blizzard outside. The radiator in the dining room is out of order. Oh, she was a woman of the world. Why in thunder didn't she make things easier? Had she asked him here, merely because she was too bored to eat alone? He hated small talk. There was nothing he wanted less than the personalities of their previous conversations. But she might have entertained him.

Starting point is 03:10:26 she was eating her oysters daintily and giving him the benefit of her dark brown lashes. Possibly she was merely in the mood for comfortable silences with an established friend. Well, he was not. Passion had subsided, but his nerves jangled. An inspiration came with the soup and some excellent sherry. By the way, do you remember I asked you at that first last night if you wouldn't like to see something of the sophisticates? The what? Some of them still like to call themselves intellectuals, but that title, Intelligensia, is now claimed by every white collar in Europe who has turned socialist or revolutionist.

Starting point is 03:11:09 He may have the intellect of a cabbage, but he wants a new order. We still have a few pseudo-socialists among our busy young brains, but youth must have its ideals, and they can originate nothing better. I thought I'd coin a new headline that would embrace all of us. It is comprehensive. Well, a friend of mine, Gora Dwight, at present, former woman author of America, is giving a party next Saturday night. I'd like enormously to take you.

Starting point is 03:11:39 But I do not know, Miss Dwight. She will call in due form. I assure you she understands the conventions. Of course, you need not see her, but she will leave a card. Not that it wouldn't be quite proper for me merely to take you. i should prefer that she called then yes i should like to go thank you the men arrived with the entree and departed with the soup-plates once more he had an inspiration poor old din whitties laid up with a gout really he called a day or two after the dinner and i enjoyed hearing him talk about the new york of his youth and of mary's unfortunately i was out when he called again but i have seen mr osborne twice These are his flowers. He also sent me several books.

Starting point is 03:12:29 What were they? growled clavering. He remembered with dismay that he hadn't even sent her the usual tribute of flowers. There had been no place in his mind for the small amenities. A verboten romance called Yergen. Why verboten? Because it is too good for the American public? Main Street. For me, it might as well have been written in Greek. The Doomsday Book, a great story. Seed of the Sun, to enlighten me on the Japanese question. Cytheria, wonderful English. Why is it not also verboten?

Starting point is 03:13:08 Even censors must sleep. Is that all he sent you? I am waiting for the chocolates, but possibly those are sent only by the very young men to the very young girls. He glowered at his plate. Do you like chocolates? I'll send some to my chocolates. i've been very remiss i'm afraid but i've lost the habit i detest chocolates squabs and green peas displaced the entree the burgundy was admirable once more he was permitted to gaze at her eyelashes he plunged desperately

Starting point is 03:13:41 the name marie doesn't suit you if ever i know you well enough i shall call you mary it suits your vast repose that is why ordinary mary's are nicknamed mamie or maim I was christened, Mary. She raised her eyes. They were no longer wise and unfathomable. They looked as young as his own, probably younger, he reflected. She looked appealing and girlish. Once more he longed to protect her.

Starting point is 03:14:09 Do you want to call me, Mary? She asked, smiling. I hardly know whether I do or not. It's something else I should tell you. I thought I'd never ask you more questions, but I—well, Dinwiddy kept on the scent until he was laid up. One of the Thornhills verified your story in so far as he remembered that a cousin had settled in Virginia and then moved on to Paris. There his information stopped, but

Starting point is 03:14:34 Dinwiddie met a Countess Loyors at dinner. Countess Loyors? Yes. Know her? Matild Lawyers? She is one of my oldest friends. No doubt you'd like to see her. I can get her address for you. there is nothing i want less than to see her nor anyone else from austria at present i think this could not have been your friend she emphatically said i am afraid of being horribly rude ah for the first time since he had known her the colour flooded her face then it receded leaving her more pale than white i understand of course it may be another countess lawyers like the zatiani's It may be a large family. As it happens, there is no other. Silence. He swore to himself. He had no desire to skate within a mile of her confounded mysteries,

Starting point is 03:15:34 and now, like a fool, he had precipitated himself into their midst again. But if she wouldn't talk— Suppose we talk of something else, he said hurriedly. I assure you that I have deliberately suppressed all curiosity. I am only too thankful to know you on any— terms. But you think I am in danger again? Yes, I do. That is, if you wish to keep your identity a secret, for your own good reasons. Of course, no harm can come to you. I assume that you are not a political refugee, in danger of assassination. I am not. What is Mr. Dimwyddy's

Starting point is 03:16:12 inference? She was looking at him eagerly. That you really are a friend of Countess Satyani, but for some motive or other you are using her name instead of your own. That, that's... You had your own reasons for escaping from Austria. Escaping? One was that you might have got into some political mess, restoration of Charles or something. She laughed out right.

Starting point is 03:16:39 The other was, well, that you are hiding from your husband. My husband is dead, she said emphatically. He had never known that clouds, unless... charged with thunder were noisy, but he heard a black and ominous cloud gather itself and roll off his brain. Had that, after all, been—nevertheless, he was annoyed to feel that he was smiling boyishly, and that he probably looked as saturnine as he felt. Whatever your current little comedy, it is quite within your rights to play it in your own way. It is not a comedy, she said grimly. "'Oh, not tragedy,' he's not. "'I—'

Starting point is 03:17:19 cried in alarm. No, not yet. I am beginning to wish that I had never come to America. Now I shall ask you why. And I shall not tell you. I have read your Miss Dwight's novel, by the way, and I think it quite hideous. So do I, but that is the reason of its success, and the conversation meanded along the safe by-paths of American fiction through the Isis and Coffee. End of Chapter 18. chapter nineteen of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter nineteen they sat beside the fire in chairs that had never felt softer he smoked a cigar she cigarettes in a long topaz holder ornamented with a tiny crown in diamonds and the letter z she had given it to him to examine when he exclaimed at its beauty. Z. But he banished both curiosity and possible confirmation. He was replete and comfortable

Starting point is 03:18:35 and almost happy. The occasional silences were now merely agreeable. She lay back in her deep chair as relaxed as himself, but although she said little, her aloofness had mysteriously departed. She looked companionable and serene. Only one narrow foot in its silvery slipper move. occasionally, and her white and beautiful hands, whose suggestion of ruthless power clavering had appreciated apprehensively from the first, seemed, although they were quiet, subtly to lack the repose of her body. Once, while he was gazing into the fire, he felt sure that she was examining his profile. He made no pretense to handsomeness, but he rather prided himself on his nose, the long, fine, straight nose of the claverings. His brow was also good, but although his

Starting point is 03:19:30 hair was black, his eyes were blue, and he would have preferred to have black eyes, as he liked consistent types. Otherwise, he was one of the black claverings. Northumbrian in origin and claiming descent from the Bretwolds, overlords of Britain, the claverings were almost as fair as their Anglian ancestors, but once in every two or three generations a completely dark member appeared, resurgence of the ancient Britain. Sometimes associated with the high stature of the stronger Nordic race, occasionally, particularly among the women, almost squat. Clavering had been spared the small stature and the small, too narrow head, but saving his steel blue eyes, trained to look keen and hard. He was as dark as any Mediterranean. His mouth was well shaped and closely set,

Starting point is 03:20:26 but capable of relaxation and looked as if it might once have been full and sensitive. It too had been severely trained. The long face was narrower than the long, admirably proportioned head. It was by no means as disharmonica type as Gorod Whites. The blending of the races was far more subtle, and when making one of his brief visits to Europe, he was generally taken for an Englishman, never for a member of the Latin peoples, except possibly in the north of France, where his type, among those Norman descendants of Norse and Danes, was not uncommon. Nevertheless, although his northern inheritance predominated, he was conscious at times of a certain affinity with the race that two thousand years ago, had met and mingled with his own. He turned his eyes swiftly and met hers.

Starting point is 03:21:22 She coloured faintly, and dropped her lids. Had she lowered those broad lids over a warm glow? Now I know what you look like, he exclaimed, and was surprised to find that his voice was not quite steady. A Nordic princess. Oh, that is the very most charming compliment ever paid me. You look a pretty unadulterated type for this late date. I don't mean in colour only, of course. There are millions of blondes. My mother was a brunette. Oh, yes, you are a case of atavism, no doubt.

Starting point is 03:21:58 If I were as good a poet as one of my brother columnists, I should have written a poem to you long since. I can see you sweeping northward over the steps of Russia as the ice caps retreated, re-embodied on the Baltic coast or the shore. shores of the North Sea, sleeping for ages in one of the Magaliths, to rise again a daughter of the Britons, or a Norse Viking, west into Anglia, to appear once more as a priestess of the Druids, chaunting in a sacred grove, or as Bodicea, who knows? But no prose can regenerate

Starting point is 03:22:34 that shadowy time. I see it, prehistory, as a swaying mass of ghostly multitudes, but always pressing on, on, as we shall appear no doubt ten thousand years hence, if all histories are destroyed, as no doubt they will be. If I were an epic poet, I may possibly find words and rhythm to fit that white vision, but it is wholly beyond the practical vocabulary and mental makeup of a newspaper man of the 20th century. Some of us write very good poetry indeed, but it is not precisely inspired, and it certainly is not epic. One would have to retire to a cave like Buddha and fast. You write singularly pure English in spite of what seems to be a marked individuality of style, and your apparent delight in slang. Her voice was quite even,

Starting point is 03:23:30 although her eyes had glowed and sparkled and melted at his poetic phantasm of her past, as what women's would not. I find a rather painful effort to be, what do you call it, highbrow, in some of your writers. The youngsters, I went through that phase. We all do, but we emerge. I mean, of course, when we have anything to express,

Starting point is 03:23:56 metaphysical verbosity is a friendly refuge, but as a rule, years and hard knocks drive us to directness of expression. But poets must begin young. and New York is not exactly a hotbed of romance. Do you think that romance is impossible in New York? She asked irresistibly. I, oh, well, what is romance?

Starting point is 03:24:20 Of course it is quite possible to fall in love in New York, although anything but the ideal setting. But romance? Surely the sense of mystery between a man and woman irresistibly attracted may be as provocative in a great city as in a feudal castle. surrounded by an ancient forest, or on one of my dolomite lakes? Is it not that which constitutes romance, the breathless trembling on the verge of the unexplored,

Starting point is 03:24:49 that isolates two human beings as authentically? I'm picking up your vocabulary, as if they were alone on a star in space. Is it not possible to dream here in New York, and surely dreams play their part in romance? Her fingertips, moving delicately on the surface of her lap, had a curious suggestion of playing with fire. One needs leisure for dreams. He stood up suddenly and leaned against the mantelpiece.

Starting point is 03:25:20 The atmosphere had become electric. A good thing, too, as far as some of us are concerned, the last thing for a columnist to indulge in is dreams. Fine hash he'd have for his readers next morning. Do you mean to say that none of you, clever young men fall in love? Every day in the week, some of them, they even marry, and tell fatuous yarns about their babies. No doubt some of them have even gloomed through brief periods of unrerecipricated passion, but they don't look very romantic to me. Romance is impossible

Starting point is 03:25:54 without imagination, I should think. Aking for what you cannot have, or falling in love reciprocally with a charming girl is hardly romance. That is a gift like the spark that goes to the making of art. Are you romantic? he asked harshly. You look as if bored to inspire romance, dreams, like a beautiful statue or painting. But mysterious as you make yourself, and, I believe, are in essence.

Starting point is 03:26:23 I should never have associated you with the romantic temperament. Your eyes, as they too often are, oh no, it is true that I have never had a romance. You married and very young. Oh, what is young love? The urge of the race. A blaze attends in babies or ashes. Romance.

Starting point is 03:26:45 You have other men have loved you. European men. The type my lot was cast with may be romantic in their extreme youth. I have never been attracted by men in that stage of development, so I may only suppose. But when a man has learned to adjust passion to technique, there is not much romance left in him. Are you waiting for your romance, then?

Starting point is 03:27:09 Have you come to this more primitive civilization to find it? She raised her head and looked him full in the eyes. No, I did not believe in the possibility, then. May I have a high ball? Certainly. He took his drink on the other side of the room. It was several minutes before he returned to the hearth. Then he asked without looking at her,

Starting point is 03:27:32 How do you expect to find romance if you shut yourself up? I wanted nothing less, as little as I wanted it to be known that I was here at all. That damnable mystery! Who are you? Nothing that you have imagined. It is far stranger. I fancy it would cure you.

Starting point is 03:27:54 Cure me? Yes, do you deny that you love me? No, by God, I don't. "'But you take a devilish advantage. "'You must know that I had meant to keep my head. "'Of course you are playing with me, "'with your curse technique. "'Unless—'

Starting point is 03:28:11 "'He reached her in a stride and stood over her. "'Is it possible? "'Do you—' "'You?' "'She pushed back her chair and stood behind it. "'Her cheeks were very pink, "'her eyes startled, but very soft. "'I do not admit that yet.

Starting point is 03:28:29 "'I have been too astounded. I went away to think by myself, where I was sure not to meet you, where I was sure not to see you, but my mind seemed to revolve in circles. I don't know. I don't know. You do know. You are not the woman to mistake a passing interest for the real thing. Oh, does a woman ever? I never wanted to be as young as that again. I should have believed it impossible if I had given the matter. a thought. It is so long. I have forgotten what love was like. There was nothing I had buried as deep,

Starting point is 03:29:08 and there are reasons. Reasons! I only follow you vaguely, but I think I understand, worse luck. I've hated you more than once. You must have known that. I believe you are deliberately leading me on to make a fool of myself. I'm not. Oh, I am not. Do you love me? I I want to be sure I have dreamed I have leisure you see This old house shuts out the world Europe the past The war might have cut my life in two

Starting point is 03:29:45 If it had not been for that That long selfless interval I'd like you to go now Will you marry me It may be I can't tell Not yet Are you content to watch wait. I am not, but I've no intention of taking you by force, although I don't feel particularly

Starting point is 03:30:05 civilised at the present moment, but I'll win you and have you if you love me. Make no doubt of that. You may have ten thousand strange reasons. They count for nothing with me, and I intend to see you every day. I'll call you up in the morning. Now I go, and as quickly as I can get out. End of Chapter 19 Chapter 20 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton This Librivox recording is in the public domain Recording by Lynn Thompson Chapter 20

Starting point is 03:30:45 He plunged down the steps into a snowstorm Even during his precipitate retreat He had realised the advisability of telephoning for a taxi But had seen incapable of the anti-climax He pulled his hat over his eyes, turned up the collar of his coat, and made his way hastily toward Park Avenue. There was not a cab in sight, nor was there a rumble in the tunnel. No doubt the cars were snowbound. He hesitated only a moment. It would hardly take him longer to walk to his hotel than to the Grand Central Station, but he crossed over to Madison Avenue at once, for it was bitter walking and there was a bare chance of picking up a cab,

Starting point is 03:31:29 returning from one of the hotels. By the narrow street between the high, dark walls looked like a deserted mountain pass, rapidly filling with snow. The tall street lamps shed a sad and ghostly bean. They might have been the hooded torches of cave dwellers sheltering from enemies and the storm in those perpendicular fastnesses.

Starting point is 03:31:53 Far down, a red sphere glowed dimly, exulting the illusion. He almost fancied he could see the outposts of primeval forests bending over the canyon and wondering why the poet of Manhattan had never immortalized a scene at once so sinister and so lovely. And no stillness of a high mountain solitude had ever been more intense, not even a muffled roar from trains on the distant ells. Clavering wondered if he really were in New York. The whole evening had been unreal enough.

Starting point is 03:32:29 certainly all that was prosaic and ugly and feverish had been obliterated by what it was no flight of fancy to call white magic that seething mass of humanity that so often looked as if rushing hither and thither with no definite purpose driven merely by the obsession of speed was a supine in its brief privacy as its dead in spite of the fever in him he felt curiously uplifted and glad to be alone there are moods and solitudes when a man wants no woman however much he may be wanting one particular woman but the mood was ephemeral he had been too close to her a moment before moreover she was still unpossessed she seemed to take shape slowly in the white whirling snow as white and imponderable a nordic princess drifting northward over her steps god would he ever get her if he did not it would be because one of them was qualifying for another incarnation he walked down the avenue as rapidly as possible his hands in his pockets his head bent to the wind no longer transported forcing his mind to dwell on the warmth of his rooms and his bed his head ate he'd go to the office to-morrow and write his column there then think things out how was he to win such a woman make her sure of herself convert her doubts into a passionate certainty she with her highly technical past make no mistakes if he made a precipitate ass of himself what comparisons his warm bed the complete and personal isolation of his rooms he had never given even a tea to women he gave his dinners in restaurants how many more blocks the snow was thicker he couldn't even see the arcade of madison square garden

Starting point is 03:34:28 although a faint diffused radiance high in the air was no doubt the crown of lights on the metropolitan tower had he made a wrong move in bolting his thoughts and counter-thoughts came to an abrupt end at the corner of thirtieth street he collided with a small figure in a fur coat and nearly knocked it over. He was for striding on, with a muttered apology, when a girl caught him by the arm with a light laugh. Lee Clavering, what luck, take me home! He was looking down into the dark, naughty little face of Janet Oglethorpe, granddaughter of the redoubtable Jane. "'What on earth are you doing here?' he asked stupidly. "'Perhaps I'll tell you, and perhaps I won't. On second thoughts, don't take me home. Take me to one of those all-night restaurants. That's just the one thing I haven't seen, and I'm hungry.

Starting point is 03:35:23 He subtly became an uncle. I'll do nothing of the sort. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, alone in the streets at this hour of the night. It must be one o'clock. I shall take you home. I suppose you have a latch key. But for two cents I'd ring the bell and hand you over to your mother. Mother went to Florida today, and Dad's duck hunting in South Carolina.

Starting point is 03:35:46 Aunt Molly's too deaf to hear doorbells and believes anything I tell her. I am ashamed that your mother left you behind to your own devices. I wouldn't go. She's given me up. Used to my devices. Besides, I've one or two on her and she doesn't dare give me away to Dad. He thinks I'm a darling, spoiled child. Not that I'd mind much if he didn't, but it's more convenient. You little wretch, I believe you've been drinking. So I have, so I have.

Starting point is 03:36:18 But I've got an asbestos lining and could stand another tall one. Ah, her eyes sparkled. Suppose you take me to your rooms. I'll take you home. You'll take me to one of those all-nighters. I shall not. Then, ta-ta, I'll go home by myself.

Starting point is 03:36:37 I've had too good a time to-night to bother with old fogies. She started up the street in clavering hesitated but a moment. her home was on East 65th Street. Heaven only knew what might happen to her. Moreover, although her mother was one of those women whose insatiable demand for admiration bored him, he had no more devoted friends than her father and her grandmother. Furthermore, his curiosity was roused.

Starting point is 03:37:04 What had the little devil been up to? He overtook the Oglethorpe flapper, and seizing her hand, drew it through his arm. I'll take you where you can get a sound. he said, but I'll not take you to a restaurant, too likely to meet newspaper men. Anything to drink? Ice cream soda. Good Lord. You needn't drink it, but you'll get nothing else. Come along, or I'll pick you up and carry you to the nearest garage. She trotted obediently beside him, a fragile, dainty figure, carried limply, however, and little more distinguished than flappers of

Starting point is 03:37:42 inferior origin. He led her to a rather luxurious delicatessen, not far from his hotel, kept by enterprising Italians, who never closed their doors. They seated themselves uncomfortably at the high counter, and the sleepy attendant served them with sandwiches, then retired to the back of the shop. He was settling himself to alert repose when Miss Oglethorpe suddenly changed her mind, and ordered a chocolate ice cream soda. Then she ordered another, and she ate at six sandwiches, a slice of cake, and two bananas. "'Great heaven!' exclaimed clavering. "'You must have the stomach of an ostrich.

Starting point is 03:38:21 "'Can eat nails and drink fire-water. "'Well, you won't two years hence, and you'll look it, too.' "'Oh, no, I won't. "'I'll marry when I'm nineteen and a half and settle down.' "'I should say you were heading the other way. "'Where have you been to-night?' "'Donnie Farron gave a party in his rooms and passed out, just as he was about to take me home.

Starting point is 03:38:43 I loosened his collar and put a pillow under his head, but I couldn't lift him, even to the sofa. Too fat. I suppose you pride yourself on being a good sport. Rather, if Donnie had been ill, I'd have stayed with him all night, but he was dead to the world. You say he had a party. Why didn't some of the others take you home?

Starting point is 03:39:06 Ever hear about three being a crowd? Donnie, naturally, was all for taking me home, and didn't show any signs of collapse till the last minute. But I should think that for decency's sake, you'd all have gone down together. Lord, how old-fashioned you are! I was finishing a cigarette and never thought of it. She opened a little gold mesh bag,

Starting point is 03:39:28 took out a cigarette, and lit it. Her cheeks were flushed under the rouge, and her large black eyes glittered in her fluid little face. She was one of the beauties of the season's debutants, but scornful of nature. Her olive complexion was thickly powdered, and there was a delicate smudge of black under her lower lashes, and even on her eyelids. He had never seen her quite so blatantly made up before, but then he had seen little of her since the beginning of her first season. He rarely went to parties, and she was almost as rarely in her own home, or her grandmothers.

Starting point is 03:40:04 Her short hair curled about her face. In spite of her paint, she looked like her. a child, a greedy child playing with life. Look here, he said. How far do you go? Wouldn't you like to know? I should, but not for personal reasons. For girls of your age bore me to extinction, but you've a certain sociological interest. I wonder if you are really any worse than your predecessors. I guess girls have always been human enough, but we have more opportunities. We've made them. This is our age and we're enjoying. We're in it to the limit. God, what stupid times girls must have had. Some of them do yet. They are

Starting point is 03:40:46 naturally goody-goody, or their parents are too much for them. Not many, though. Parents have taken a back seat. I don't quite see what you get out of it, guzzling and smoking your nerves out by the roots and making yourselves cheap with men little older than yourselves. You don't see, I suppose, why girls should have their fling, or—and her voice, wavered curiously. Why youth takes naturally to youth. I suppose you think that is a cruel thing for a girl to say. Not in the least, he answered cheerfully. Don't mind a bit. But what do you get out of it? That's what I'm curious to know. She tossed her head and blew a perfect ring. Don't you know that girls never really enjoyed life before? It depends upon the point of view,

Starting point is 03:41:34 I should think. No, there's a lot more in it than you guess. The girls used to sit round waiting for men to call and wondering if they'd condescend to show up at the next dance, while the men fairly raced after the girls with whom they could have a free and easy time. No company manners, no chaperones, no prudish affectations about kisses and things, no fear of shocking if they wanted to let go. The strain must have been awful. You know what men are. They like to call a spade a spade and be damned to it.

Starting point is 03:42:06 Our sort didn't have a chance. They couldn't compete. so we made up our minds to compete in the only way possible. We leave off our corsets at dances so that they can get a new thrill out of us, then sit out in an automobile and drink and have little petting parties of two, and we slip out and have an occasional lark like tonight. We're not to be worried about either. Why cryptic after your really admirable frankness,

Starting point is 03:42:34 but there's always a point beyond which women never will go when confessing their souls. I suppose you think you're as hard as nails. Do you really imagine that you will ever be able to fall in love and marry and want children? Don't men? Ancient standards are not annihilated in one generation. There's got to be a beginning to everything, hasn't there?

Starting point is 03:42:57 One would think the world stood still to hear you talk, but anything new always makes the fogies sick. Nothing makes me as sick as your bad manners. you and all your tribe. Men at least don't lose their breeding if they choose to sow wild oats, but women go the whole hog or none. Other times other manners, we make our own, and you have to put up with them, whether you like it or not. See? I see that you are even sillier than I thought. You need nothing so much as a sound spanking. Your own manners are none too good. You've handed me one insult after another. I've merely.

Starting point is 03:43:36 talk to you as your father would if he were not blind besides it would probably make you sick to be respected come along we'll go round to a garage and get a taxi why on earth didn't you ring for a taxi from farrens i tried to but it's an apartment house and there was no one downstairs to make the connection too late so i footed it she yawned prodigiously i'm ready at last for my little bunk hope you've enjoyed this more than i have you'd be a scream at a petting-part party clavering paid his small account and they issued into the storm once more it was impossible to talk in the taxi she went to sleep thank heaven he had had enough of her odious brat more than once he had a sudden vision of mary's atyani during that astonishing conversation at the counter the past she had suggested to his tormented mind was almost literary by contrast she herself a queen granting favors beside this little fashionable near strumpet they didn't breathe the same air nor walk on the same plain who even if this little fool were merely demi-viage would hesitate between them one played the game in the grand manner the other like a glorified guttersnipe but he was thankful for the diversion and when he reached his own bed he fell asleep immediately and did not turn over for seven hours end of chapter twenty chapter twenty one of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter twenty one he had informed madame zatiani's butler over the telephone that he would call that evening at half-past nine but he returned to his room after a day at the office with lagging steps he dreaded another evening in that

Starting point is 03:45:39 library by the fire it was beyond his imagination to foresee how she would treat him what role she would choose to play and although he was grimly determined to play whatever role she assigned to him for the present he hated the prospect he was in no mood for a game this wooing was like nothing his imagination had ever prefigured to be put on trial to sit with the woman in the great solitude of the house and the very air vibrating between them or frozen, self-conscious as a schoolboy up for inspection, afraid of making a false move. What in God's name would they talk about? Politics? Books? Art? Benalities. He'd half a mind to go to Florida after all, or join Jim Oglethorpe in South Carolina. He had a standing invitation. He'd returned by the next train. He'd felt as if existing in a vacuum all day. when he reached his rooms he found his problems solved for the moment possibly a telephone slip informed him that madame zatiani would be at home and a note from mrs oglethorpe enclosed tickets for her box at the opera that night if she was only go he called the house the butler answered and retired to summon madame zatiani her voice came clear and cool over the telephone he invited her to go to sherry's for dinner

Starting point is 03:47:08 and to hear farra in butterfly afterward i must tell you that we shall sit in a box he added mrs oglethorbs oh there was a pause that seemed eternal then she laughed suddenly a laugh of immense amusement that ended on a note of recklessness well why not yes i will go very many thanks good it means an early dinner i'll call for you at a quarter to seven i'm promptness itself au revoir so that was that one night's respite he'd leave her at the door he wondered if his voice had been as impersonal as her own he had almost barked into the telephone and had probably overdone it but was any man ever in such a ghastly position before well he'd lose the game before he'd make a fool of himself again ass he'd had the game in his own hands last night-and-and-and-one could have switched off any moment he'd let go and delivered himself into hers he took a cold shower and made a meticulous toilet when he arrived at the house he was shown into the drawing-room he had never seen it before and he glanced about him with some curiosity it was a period room louis cain's the furniture looked as if made of solid gold and madame du barry herself might have sat on the dainty brocades the general effect was airy and graceful gay frivolous and subtly vicious an emanation to which the chaste victorian had been impervious he understood why madame zattiani did not use it she might be subtly anything but assuredly she was neither airy nor frivolous then he realized that there was a painting of a girl over the mantle and that the girl was mary ogden he stepped forward eagerly

Starting point is 03:49:07 almost holding his breath. The portrait ended at the tiny waist, and the stiff satin of the cuirass-like bodice was softened with tulle, which seemed to float about the sloping shoulders. The soft ashen hair, growing in a deep point on the broad full brow, was brushed softly back and coiled low on the long white neck. The mouth was soft and pouting, with a humorous quirk at the corners, and the large, dark, grey eyes were full of a mocking light that seemed directed straight up into the depths of his puzzled brain, as he stood gazing at that presentment of a once potent and long-vanished beauty. Extraordinarily like, and yet so extraordinarily unlike, but the resemblance may have well been exact when Mary Zatiani was twenty.

Starting point is 03:50:00 How had Mary Ogden looked at thirty? that very lift of the strong chin, that long arch of nostril. Something began to beat in the back of his brain. What a beauty, poor Mary, must have been. No? He turned and forgot the portrait. Madame Satyani wore a gown of that subtle but unmistakable green that no light can turn blue,

Starting point is 03:50:24 thin, shimmering velvet to the knees, melting into satin embroidered with silver and veiled with tulle. On her head was a small diamond tiara. and her breast was a blaze of emeralds and diamonds. She carried a large fan of green feathers. He had believed he had measured the extent of her beauty, but the crown gave her a new radiance, and she looked as attainable as a queen on her throne.

Starting point is 03:50:51 He went forward and raised her hand to his lips. I insist, he said gallantly, anything else would be out of the picture. I need not tell you how wonderful you look, nor that after tonight you will have hardly remain obscure why do things half-way it has never been my method and mary told me once that nile green had been her favourite colour until she lost her complexion so as i am to exhibit myself in a box besides i wanted to go she smiled charmingly it was most kind of you to think of me would that all kind acts were as graciously rewarded i shall be insufferably conceited for the rest of you to think of me would that all kind acts were as graciously rewarded i shall be insufferably conceited for the rest of my life only it is doubtful if i shall be seen at all shall we go when they arrived at sherry's they found the large restaurant almost deserted it was barely seven after he had ordered the dinner and he thanked his stars that he knew how to order a dinner she said casually

Starting point is 03:51:53 i had a call from your friend miss dwight to-day yes you did not see her i suppose oh but i did we talked for two hours it was almost comical, the sheer delight in talking to a woman once more. I have never been what is called a woman's woman, but I always have my friends, and I suddenly realized that I have missed my own sex. I shouldn't fancy that you two would have much in common. You forget that we were both nurses. We compared experiences, methods of nursing, operations, doctors, surgeons, shell shock, plastic surgery, the various characteristics of wounded men, all the rest of it. It must have been an exciting conversation. You never could be brought to believe it, but it was. Afterward we talked of other things. She seems to me quite a remarkable woman. Entirely so. What is it she lacks that prevents men from

Starting point is 03:52:53 falling in love with her? Men flock there, and she is more discussed as a mind and a personality than any woman among us. But it is all above the collar, and yet those handsome, ugly women often captivate men. You ask one woman why another cannot fascinate men? I should say that it is for want of transmission. The heart and passions are there.

Starting point is 03:53:18 I will risk guessing that she has been tragically in love at least once, but there is something wrong with the conduit that carries sexual magnetism. It has been bent upward to the brain instead of directed straight to the sex for which it was designed. Moreover, she is too coldly and obviously analytical and lacks the tact to conceal it. Men do not mind being skewered when they are out for purely intellectual enjoyment, but they do not love it.

Starting point is 03:53:47 Clavering laughed. I fancy your own mind is quite as coldly analytical, but nature took care of your conduits, and you see to the tact. You cannot teach Gora how to redistribute her magnetism. but you might give her a few points they would be wasted it is merely that i am a woman of the world something she will never be and in my heyday i can assure you i was not analytical your hey day i was a good many years younger before the war remember heavens how rowdy those young people are a month ago i should have asked if they were ladies and gentlemen but i have been quite close to their kind in the tea-rooms and their accent is unmistakable although the girls talk and act like the means one of them seems to know you clavering had been conscious that the restaurant was filling with groups and couples bound no doubt for the opera or theatre he followed madame zatiani's eyes in the middle of the room was a large table surrounded by very young men and girls the latter as fragile and lovely as butterflies that pathetic and swiftly passing youth of the two too pampered American girl.

Starting point is 03:55:01 The youth of this generation promised to be briefer than ever. He gave them a cursory glance and then his chair turned to pins. Janet Oglethorpe sat at the head of the table. What would that brat do? She had been fond of him as a child, but as he had found her detestable in her flapperhood

Starting point is 03:55:21 and had been at no pains to conceal his attitude, she had taken a violent dislike to him. last night he had deliberately flicked her on the roar he was not long in doubt she had returned his perfunctory bow with a curt nod and after a brief interval during which she appeared to be making a communication that was received with joyous hilarity she left her seat and ran across the room she might have been in her own house for all the notice she took of the restaurant's other guests clavering rose and grimly awaited the onslaught even the waiters were staring but for the moment only of the flashing little figure whose cheeks matched to a shade the american beauty rose of her wisp of a gown her big black eyes was sparkling wickedly her vivid little mouth wore a twist that can only be described as a grin she had come for her revenge no doubt of that she bore down on him and shook his unresponsive hand heartily i've been telling them how dear and noble you were last night dear mr claverie just like a real uncle, or what anyone would expect of one's granny's pets. No doubt you saved my life and honour, and I want to tell the world.

Starting point is 03:56:37 Her crisp, clear voice was pitched in G. It carried from end to end of the silent room. Would that I were your uncle, when you sit down, I believe that you have not met Madame Zatiani. Miss Oglethorpe had not cast a glance at her victim's companion, assuming her to be some writing person, although he did once in a while take out Green Goodrich or Marion Lawrence, old girls being all of 24, in whom she took no interest whatever.

Starting point is 03:57:08 She half turned her head with a barely perceptible nod. The tail of her eye was arrested. She swung round and stared, her mouth open. For the moment she was abashed. Whatever else she may have submerged, her cased instinct remained intact, and for a second she had the unpleasant sensation of standing at the bar of her entire class but she recovered immediately grand dames were out of date even her mother had worn her skirts to her knees a short time since what fun to show this leftover and then her spiteful naughtiness was magnified by anger madame zatiani had inclined her head graciously but made no attempt to conceal her amusement

Starting point is 03:57:55 yes i'll sit down thanks she produced a cigarette and lit it granny's got a lot of ancient photographs of her girlhood friends she remarked with her insolent eyes on madame and one of them's enough like you to be you masquerading in the get-up of the eighties comes back to me just before mother left i heard her discussing you with a bunch of her friends isn't there some mystery or other about you yes indeed is it not so Madame Zatiani dressed her glowering host, her eyes twinkling. It was evident that she regarded this representative of the new order with a scientific interest, as if it were a new sort of bug and herself an entomologist. Probably, she added indulgently, the most mysterious woman in New York, what you would call an adventurous if you were not too young to be uncharitable. Mr. Clavering is kind enough to take me on trust.

Starting point is 03:58:54 Miss Oglethorpe's wrath waxed. This creature, of the obsolete order, had the temerity to laugh at her. Moreover, she flashed a glance from Clavering's angry, anxious face to the beautiful woman opposite, and a real colour blazed in her cheeks, but she summoned a sneer. Noble again! Has he told you of our little adventure last night? Last night! A flicker crossed the serenity of Madame Zatiani's face, But no, I do not fancy Mr. Clavering is in the habit of telling his little adventurers. Oh, he wouldn't. Old standards, sudden chivalry, or the rest of it. That's why his grannies model young man.

Starting point is 03:59:38 Well, I'll tell you. You've been drinking again, his clavering. Of course. Cocktail party at Donnie's. Well, moderate your voice. It isn't necessary to take the entire room into your confidence. Better still, go back to your own table. she raised her voice you see madame d'artyani i was running round loose at about one o'clock a m when whom should i run into but dear old uncle lee he looked all shot to pieces when he saw me girls in his day didn't stay out late unless they had a bow ten o'clock was the limit anyhow but did he take advantage of my unprotected maiden innocence not he he stood there in the snow and delivered a lecture on the error of my way then took me to a delicatessen shop afraid of compromising himself in a restaurant and stuffed me with sandwiches and bananas even there while we were perched on two high stalls he didn't make love to me as any human man would have done

Starting point is 04:00:39 he just ate sandwiches and lectured god life must have been dull for girls in his day people about them were tittering one young man burst into a guffaw madame zatiani was calmly eating her her dinner. The tirade might have fallen on deaf ears. Klavering skin had turned almost black. His eyes looked murderous, but he did not raise his voice. Go back to your table, he said peremptorily. You've accomplished your revenge, and I've had all I propose to stand. By God, if you don't get out this minute, I'll pick you up and carry you out, and straight to your grandmother. her. Yes, you would, make a scene. The scene could hardly be improved. Will you go?

Starting point is 04:01:31 He half rose. Even Madame Zatiani glanced at him apprehensively. Miss Oglethorpe laughed uncertainly. Oh, very well. At least we never furnished material for your newspapers. That's just one thing we think beneath us. She rose and extended her hand. Good night, Madame Zatiani, she said, with a real thing. really comical assumption of the grand manner it has been a great pleasure to meet you madame zatiani took the prophet hand good-night she said sweetly your little comedy has been most amusing many thanks miss oglethorpe jerked her shoulders well console dear unkey he'd like the floor to open and swallow him ta-tah she ran back to her table and its hilarity was shortly augmented madame zatiani looked at clavering aghast but it is worse than i supposed she exclaimed it is really a tragedy poor mrs oglethorpe then she laughed silently but with intense amusement i wish she had been here after all nevertheless it is a tragedy an oglethorpe a mere child intoxicated and truly atrocious manners why don't her people put her in a sanitarium

Starting point is 04:02:54 parents count about as much to-day as women counted in the cave era but it is abominable that you should be made conspicuous oh that i have been conspicuous all my life and you must admit that she had the centre of the stage if any one is to be commiserated it is you but you really behaved admirably i could only admire your restraint clavering's ferment subsided and he returned her smile i hope i didn't express all i felt murder would have been too good for her but you are an angel and for all her bravado you must have made her feel like the little vulgarian she is heavens but the civilization varnish is thin and when they deliberately rub it off tell me of this adventure it was such a welcome adventure after leaving you she told practically the whole of it she had been to a party and her host was too drunk to take her home she couldn't get a taxi so started to walk after i had fed the little pig i took her home of course i had no intention of mentioning it to any one but i hardly feel that i am compromising my honour as a gentleman but will society permit this state of things to last new york it seems incredible heaven knows it might as well try to curb the lightning as these little fools their own children if they have any will probably be worse i wonder reformed rakes are not generally indulgent to adventurous youth there will probably be a violent revulsion to the rigors of the nineteenth century hope so thank heaven we can get out of this they left the table as he followed her down the long room and noted the many eyes that focused on the regal and beautiful figure in its long wrap of white velvet and fox

Starting point is 04:04:54 he set his lips grimly another ordeal before him for a moment he wished that he had fallen in love with a woman incapable of focusing eyes he hated being conspicuous as he hated paupiscuous as he hated populous as he hated poverty and ugliness and failure and death then he gave an impatient laugh if he could win her he cared little if the entire town followed her every time she appeared on the street and she had been very sweet after that odious flapper had taken herself off he had ceased to feel at arm's length end of chapter twenty one chapter twenty two of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recordings in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter twenty two they entered the box during the nuptial hymn pharaoh almost supine in the arms of the seducer was singing with the voluptuous abandon that makes this scene the most explicit in modern opera she had sung it a thousand times but she was still the beautiful young creature exalted by passion and her voice seemed to have regained its pristine freshness she had done many things to irritate new yorkers but in this scene whether they forgave her or not they surrendered and those to whom love and passion were lost memories felt a dim resurgence under that golden tide clavering had no desire to surrender in fact he endeavoured to close his ears he had received a cold douche and a hot one in the course of the past hour and he felt that his equilibrium was satisfactorily established he had forgotten to warn madame

Starting point is 04:06:49 of the step at the front of the box down which so many novices had stumbled but she had taken it and settled herself with the nonchalance of custom odd once more something beat in the back of his brain but he dismissed it impatiently no doubt many boxes in Europe were constructed in the same fashion he had seated himself a little to the right and behind her he saw her lids droop and her hands moved restlessly then as the curtain went down and farrow was accepting the customary plaudits her eyes opened and moved over the rich and beautiful auditorium with a look of hungu yearning this was too much for clavering and he demanded abruptly why do you look like that have you ever been here before she turned to him with a smile what a question but opera both the silliest and the most exulting of the arts is the youth of life its perpetual and final expression and when the house is dark i always imagine it haunted by the ghosts of dead opera singers or of those whose fate is sadder still does it never affect you in that way can't say it does but-ixt it does but-ixt you-ixt you-i can't say it does but-ixt you i vaguely remember some ten years ago a young singer with a remarkable voice sang marguerite once on that stage and then disappeared over night lost her voice it was said she gave a low choking laugh and you think i am she really i think nothing but that i am here with you and that in another moment i shall want to sit on the floor oh lord the house was a blaze of light it looked like a vast gold and red jewel box built to exhibit in the fulness of their splendor the most luxurious and extravagant women in the world and it was filled to-night from quaffed and jewelled orchestra to highest balcony where plainer people with possibly jewelled souls clung like flies not a box was empty clavering's glance swept the parterre hoping it would be occupied for the most part by the

Starting point is 04:09:00 by the youngest set, less likely to be startled by the resemblance of his guest to the girl who had sat among their grandmothers when the opera house was new. But there were few of the very young in the boxes. They found their entertainment where traditions were in the making, and dismissed the opera as an old superstition, far too long-winged and boring for enterprising young radicals. Against the red backgrounds, he saw the austere and homely faces of women who represented all that was oldest and best in New York society, and they wore their haughty bones unchastened by powder. There were many more of the succeeding generation, of course many more whose ancestry derived from gold and blood, and they made up in style and ritual what they lacked impulcritude.

Starting point is 04:09:51 lack of beauty in the parterre boxes was as notorious as the horseshoe itself dame nature and dame fortune rivals always having been at each other's throat some century and three-quarters ago and little more friendly when the new aristocracy of mere wealth was founded all the new york society beauties were historical the few who had survived the mere prettiness of youth entering a private hall of fame while still still alive. It had begun. Clavering fell back, folded his arms, and set his teeth. First one pair of opera glasses in the parterre, then another, then practically all, were levelled at Mrs. Oglethorpe's box. Young men and old in the omnibus box remained in their seats. Very soon white shoulders and black in the orchestra chairs began to change their angle, attracted by the stir in the boxes. That comment was flowing freely he made no doubt in the boxes on either side of him the occupants were staring less openly but with frequent amazed side glances and much whispering madame sat like an idol she neither sought to relieve what embarrassment she may have felt if she felt any thought clavering by talking to her escort nor by gazing idly about the house comparing other women's gowns and crowns with her own she might have been a masterpiece in the museum a diversion occurred for which clavering at least was grateful the door opened and mr dinwiddie entered limping and leaning on a cane he looked pale and worried

Starting point is 04:11:36 clavering resigned his seat and took one still further in the rear but the low-pitched dialogue came to him distinctly is this prudent murmured dinwiddie as he sat himself heavily beside her there will be nothing else talked of in new york to-morrow so far there have only been rumours but here you look like mary ogden risen from the dead there's a rumour by the way that she is dead she was alive the last time i heard from vienna but why imprudent mr clavering told me of your kind concern but i assure you that i am neither a political nor a martial refugee but you have a secret you wish to keep believe me you can do so much so much to keep believe me you can do so no longer. The sophisticates are generous and casual. They take you on your face value, and their curiosity is merely human and good-natured. But this? In Jane Oglethorpe's box? It is in the nature of an invasion. You hardly could have done more if you had forced yourself into a drawing-room uninvited. You must either come out tomorrow and tell them who you are. Establish yourself, or—or—well, Madame Zatiani was smiling.

Starting point is 04:12:50 and probably the most serene person in the house i-i think you had better go back to europe i must be frank anything less would be cowardly you interest me too much but i can only suppose your secret is of the sort that if discovered and they will discover it will cause you grave embarrassment you mean if i am mary zatiani's illegitimate daughter i don't think they would have minded that if you had brought letters to them from mary asking them to be kind to you and if you have made a good marriage but to have it flung in their faces like this they will never forgive you and you think i am mary zatiani's daughter i-yes i think i have gone back to my original theory but there must be something behind she never would have let you come over here with a letter only to trent she knew that she could rely on many of her her old friends. No people in the world are more loyal to their own than these old New Yorkers. And suppose she did give me letters, and that I have not been interested enough to present them. I knew it, but I am afraid it's too late now. They not only will resent your indifference, but they are extremely averse to anything like sensational drama in private life,

Starting point is 04:14:09 and your appearance here tonight is extremely dramatic. They'll never forgive you, he reiterated. solemnly. Really? Well, let us enjoy the next act, she added indulgently. I hope you will remain here. The curtain had gone up. The audience, balked of the private drama in which they had manifested no aversion whatever from playing their own role, transferred their attention to the stage, although claverings saw more than one glance wander across the house, and those in the adjoining boxes felt themselves free to peer persistently. Farah had not finished. Farah had not finished, bowing and kissing her hands before the next curtain when the door of the box opened once more and mr osborne entered after a few words with madame satyani he went out and returned almost immediately with three other men two of his own generation and a tall dark extremely good-looking young man whose easy negligent air was set askew by the eager expression of his eyes clavering not waiting to be introduced fled to the smoking-room and took a seat in a corner with his back to the other occupants lest some one recognize and speak to him

Starting point is 04:15:22 a hideous fear had invaded his soul if this world so indisputably her own did accept her as he had not a doubt it would if she demanded it he made light of dinwiddie's fears knowing her as he did where would he come in sheer luck supplemented by his own initiative had given him a clear field for a few weeks but what chance would he have not only if her house were overrun with people but if she were pursued by men with so much more to offer with whom she must have so much more in common he might be the equal of the best of them in blood and the superior of many but his life had not been of the order to equip him with those minor but essential and armorial arts that assured ease and deceit but his life had not been of the order to equip him with those minor but essential and armorial arts that assured ease and disson. distinction, possessed by men not only born into the best society, but bred in it, and who had lived on their background, not on their nerves. To be born is not enough. It is long association that counts, and the air may be acquired by men of inferior birth, but the supreme opportunity. He had managed to interest her because he had no rival, and he was young, and his mind in tune with hers. That alone, no doubt, was the secret of her imaginative flight in his direction.

Starting point is 04:16:43 For the first time in his life he felt a sense of inferiority, and for the moment he made no attempt to shake it off. He was in the depths of despair. He did not even light a cigarette. He could hear a group of young men discussing her, as one of their own kind, with no lack of respect. Some new friend of Mrs. Oglethorpe's, they were too young to remember Mary Oliver. she would have many nights on the morrow he felt on the far side of a rapidly widening gulf and he had once sought to dig a golf disapproved questioned tried to forget her he wished he had abducted her a bell rang the men moved toward the foyer in a few moments he followed the attendant opened the oglethorpe door and as he entered the ante-room he saw that the box was still filled with men they had evidently taken root he was possessed by a dull anger and as it spread upward his sense of inferiority took flight he drew out them all damn them after all he had more brains than any man in the house and his manners could be as good and as bad as their own moreover he was probably more strongly endowed in other ways than the youngest of them the wise thing for him to do was to let her find it out the next time

Starting point is 04:18:06 they were alone end of chapter twenty two chapter twenty three of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter twenty three but it was some time before he saw her alone again and meanwhile many things happened she took mr dinwiddie home in her car for supper clavering following with osborne in a taxi and as the abundant repast was spread in the dining-room, it was patent that she had gone to the opera with the intention of bringing back willing guests. She knew that both Dinwiddie and Osborne subscribed to the omnibus box, and no doubt if they had failed to put in an appearance, she would have dropped, with one of her infernally ready excuses, himself at his own door. She might as well have announced, without bothering to feed these damned old bores, that she did not intend to see him alone again, until she had made up her royal mind he ground his teeth but he was master of himself again and had no intention to make the mistake of sulking the situation put him on his metal he led the conversation and did practically all the talking as if the vital youth in him stimulated by music and champagne which the older men were forced to imbibe sparingly must needs pour forth irresistibly and impersonally he was not jealous of dinwiddie or osborne although the black frown on the latter's brow was sufficient evidence of a deeply personal resentment and although he did not flash madame zattiani a meaning glance might indeed have sat on her board for the first time he knew that he had never made a better impression her eyes which had been heavy and troubled as they took their seats at the table and as old as eyes could be in that perfect setting began to look like a grey landscape illumined by distant flashes of lightning before long they were full of life and response and laughter and pride there was something very like pride in those expressive

Starting point is 04:20:26 not always as subject to her will as she fancied as they dwelt on the brilliant young journalist whose mind darted hither and thither on every subject he could summon that would afford the opportunity of witty comment he even quoted himself skipping the past two months and what had been evolved with much deliberation and rewriting sounded spontaneous and pertinent but in truth he was so genuinely stimulated before the brief hour was over, that when he returned to his rooms he wrote his column before turning in. He felt as if fiery swords were playing about his mind, flashing out words and phrases that would make his brother columnists, no sluggards in words and phrases themselves, green on the morrow. For the moment he was quite happy, as he always was when his mind was abnormally quickened, and he dismissed women and their infernal whims to limbo. When he awoke at two of a o'clock in the afternoon his brain felt like the ashes of a bonfire and his spirits were a leaden weight he knew what was to be expected of reaction however and after his punch-bag and showers he felt better he'd see her to-day and forced some sort of understanding but when he opened his door and saw a letter in her handwriting and evidently delivered by a servant as it was unstamped his hand shook and his half-recovered confidence fled This time he made no attempt at the farce of self-discipline. He opened it at once. When he saw that it began without formality, he drew a longer breath.

Starting point is 04:22:07 I am not going to see you until Saturday, it read, when I hope you will take me to Miss Dwight's party. Meanwhile, I shall ask you not to see Mr. Dinwiddie, nor anyone else likely to discuss me. I shall not care to stay long at the party, and if you will return here with me, I will tell you my secret, such as it is. i shall only say here that i had no intention of making a mystery of myself for i did not expect to exchange a word with any one in america but judge trent and his business associates

Starting point is 04:22:38 i came to america for one purpose only to settle my affairs which would have dragged on interminably if i had not been here to receive my alienated properties in person i know many people in new york but i had no idea of seeing any of them although tempted on account of the money they might help me to collect for the children of austria but i had decided to leave that until the last minute i not only was no longer interested in these old friends of mine but i disliked the explanations i should be forced to give them the comments the curiosity the endless questions what i mean by this you will know on saturday night but it is not the first time in my life that i have discovered the futility of making plans my meeting with you and the profound interest you have awakened has upset all calculations i expected nothing less if i had i should have told you the truth the night we met but it never occurred to me for an instant that i could love any man again i had done with all that years ago and my intention was to give my life and my fortune to certain problems in europe which i shall not bore you with here possibly if i had met you casually with judge trent or if i had not chosen to avoid my old friends and met you at one of their houses as i might easily have done i should have made no mystery of myself if indeed you did not know the truth already but not only the curious circumstances of our meeting after your weeks of silent devotion but your own personality quickened to life a flicker of youthful romance so long moribund that i have forgotten in your own personality quickened to life a flicker of youthful romance so long moribund that i have forgotten in your own it had ever been one of my lost inheritances. I was also both amused and interested,

Starting point is 04:24:27 and to play a little comedy with you was irresistible. It did not occur to me for a moment that you would fall in love with me. It was not until the second time you came here after the theatre that I realised what was happening in those submerged cells of mine, but I could not make up my mind to tell you that night, nor the next. By that time I was frightened, I feared there could be only one result. I suppose all women are coward, when in love. But I knew that this could not last, and when you asked me to sit in Mrs. Oglethorpe's box,

Starting point is 04:25:02 I thought the time had come to precipitate matters. After a decisive step like that, I could not retreat. But I wish to tell you myself, and for that reason I have asked you to discuss me with no one until we meet. It will probably be the last time I shall see you, but I am prepared for that. i shall see jane oglethorpe to-day she has been very loyal and i think she will forgive me it would not matter much if she did not and possibly would save me a good deal of boredom but after last night an explanation is due her and after saturday night mon ami matters will be entirely in your hands you will realize whether you have merely been dazzled and fascinated or whether there is really between us that mysterious bond that no circumstances can alter such things have happened to men and women

Starting point is 04:25:53 if we may believe history but i have had too good reason to believe that it is not for me however at least for a brief time you have given me back something of the hopes and illusions of youths this in itself is so astonishing that whatever the result i shall never be able to forget you until saturday m clavering's immediate act was to dash off a love-letter more impassioned than any he had ever dreamed himself capable of writing vowing that he was dazzled and fascinated god knew but that he loved her with the love of his life and would marry her if she would have him no matter what her revelations and with what patience he could muster and with no grace whatever he would make no attempt to see her until saturday night but she must believe that he loved her and she must write at once and tell him so he could not exist throughout that interminable interval unless she wrote him at once that she believed in the existence and the indissolubility of that bond and that he had given her the highest and deepest and most passionate love of which man was capable and which no woman but she could inspire, for no woman like her had ever lived. He dared not read it over. He had never let himself go before, and he had written too much for print, not to be self-conscious and critical of even a love-letter intended only for concordant eyes. Nevertheless,

Starting point is 04:27:24 he was aware even in his excitement that the more reckless it was, the surer its effect. No edited love-letter ever yet hit its mark. He remembered Parnell's love letters, however, and devoutly hoped his own would never see the light. The waiter entered at the moment, and he gave him the missive, hastily addressed and sealed, and asked him to tell the desk, to send it immediately and give the boy's orders to wait for an answer. He drank his coffee, but ate nothing, nor did he open his newspapers. He strode up and down his rooms, or stood at the window, watching the hurrying throngs, the lumbering green buses, the thousand automobiles and taxis over on Fifth Avenue.

Starting point is 04:28:11 They were as real as a cinema. He had the delusion common to lovers that Earth was inhabited by two people only. That brief extension of the soul which in its common acceptance of eternal loneliness looks out upon the world as upon a projected vision in which no reality exists. For man the dreamer is but a dream in self. Phantasmagoria. He glanced at the clock every time he passed it. It seemed incredible that me and minutes were passing. But she was merciful. She kept him in suspense but 35 minutes. The messenger boys stared at the celebrated journalist, with whose appearance he was reasonably

Starting point is 04:28:53 familiar, as if regarding a phase of masculine aberration with which he was even more familiar. He grinned sympathetically, and clavering was not too distraught to detect the point of view of the young philosopher. He had been running his hands through his hair, and no doubt his eyes were injected with blood. He told him to wait and went into his bedroom, but the note was brief and required no answer. I believe you, that was all, and it was enough. He gave the astonished philosopher a five-dollar bill, an automatic American reaction. Then he sat down to puzzle over those parts of her letter, which he had barely skimmed, faded into insignific. for the moment, before the outstanding confession that she really loved him.

Starting point is 04:29:40 But they loomed larger and larger, more and more puzzling and ominous, as he read and reread them. Finally, he thrust the pages into his desk and went out for a tramp. End of Chapter 23 Chapter 24 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Lintompson Chapter 24 It was a cold, bright day.

Starting point is 04:30:16 The ice on the trees of Central Park was a diamond iridescence. Nurse-mates were leading children, bits of muffled wealth along the alleys. Horses pounded on the bridle paths. Automobiles and taxis that must have looked to airmen above like aimless black planes drifting in a crystal sea were carrying people to a thousand. destinies. Towering on all sides was the irregular concrete mass of New York. As dusk fell, lights in those high buildings began to appear, first intermittently, then as long necklaces of brilliance strung against the sky. Silence fell on the park. Clavering walked until he could walk no farther,

Starting point is 04:31:03 then took a bus at 110th Street for Claremont. When he reached the restaurant he could think of only three men whose companionship would be endurable, and failing to get any of them on the telephone, resigned himself to a solitary dinner. But still restless, he wandered over to a window and stared out across the Hudson at the dark palisades on the opposite shore. Battleships were at anchor,

Starting point is 04:31:30 for there had been no ice in the Hudson this winter, and a steamboat with its double chain of lights swam gracefully up the river. The cold winter of the winter, stars winked down indifferently upon seething human hearts. He still refused to admit that the source of his uneasiness was that revelation set for Saturday night. Nothing but death itself could halt his marriage with this woman, for she herself had unequivocally stated that, after Saturday night, the future would be

Starting point is 04:32:02 in his hands. His! Her secret? Not that she had had lovers, for he had accepted that fact already, and for him the past had ceased to exist. Her husband was dead. Nothing else mattered. Nevertheless, the vague, prescient chill he had experienced the night he first met her eyes, and once or twice since, accompanied as it was by a curious sense that just below his consciousness lay the key to the mystery, rattling now and again, but sinking deeper every time he made a dart at it, had defied further evasion since the receipt of her cryptic letter he was the more uneasy as she seemed far more certain of mrs oglethorpe than of himself once more he heard the key rattle but higher almost in his consciousness for the first time it seemed to sound a double note of warning he had a sudden vision of a locked door and not a door locked on a mere secret he swung about impatiently the explanation of his mood was this hideous interval to be got through heaven alone knew how no wonder he had felt a sensation of terror

Starting point is 04:33:22 when a man is in the unsatisfied stages of love he must expect occasional attacks of green sickness thallum passions intensified by unreasoning fear and he was luckier than most he had been the confident of men in love with hope deferred or blasted, and although he had been sympathetic enough, and convinced that men in a far deeper capacity for suffering than women, still had his pity been tempered by a certain contempt. Those had been the times when he had flouted the idea that he was basically romantic, and that he had never made a jackass of himself over any woman, had induced a feeling of superiority that had expanded his ego. now he was convinced that his capacity for love put theirs to shame and he was filled with pride at the thought still he wished it was saturday night he was crossing the room to his solitary table when he saw jim oglethorpe enter his first impulse was to avoid him

Starting point is 04:34:30 the restaurant was well filled and he could easily take a table in a corner with his back to the room but dining alone was a melancholy business at best and he could easily take a table in a corner with his back to the room but dining alone was a melancholy business at best and to-night if oglethorpe brought up madame zatiani's name he could change the subject or state bluntly that he had his reasons for not wishing to discuss her As he stood hesitating, Oglethorpe caught sight of him and almost ran across the room, his face, which had looked heavy and worried, glowing with pleasure. "'Jove, this is luck!' he exclaimed. "'Alone? So am I. Got in this morning and found Janet had a dinner on for those infernally noisy friends of hers. Got something to think over, so thought I'd come out here.

Starting point is 04:35:16 This is really luck, as I was going to hunt you up to-morrow. Let's sit here, I want to talk. He had led the way to a table in a remote corner, secluded so far. He beckoned the head waiter, who agreed that it should remain secluded. Then he asked clavering to order the dinner, and, folding his arms, stared out of the window, his face sagging once more. He was still a young man, no more than forty-five,

Starting point is 04:35:44 but in spite of his love of outdoor sport, he showed a more consistent love of eating and drinking, in flabby muscles and pouches under the eyes it was an amiable rather weak but stubborn face that had been handsome in youth when his eyes were bright and clear skin covered firm muscles and it would be handsome again when years had compelled him to diet and his already faded hair had turned white his features were regular and his figure well knit under its premature accumulations he produced a flask from his pocket when the waiter had discreetly turned his back and their ice-water might have passed for cold tea think i'll come to the point he said you know me well enough not to mind anything i say clavering glanced up from his oysters in alarm there's just one question i won't discuss he said sharply oglethorpe stared you don't mean to say you're interested in her so much the better and it strikes me you can't have any objection to discussing her with me i'm her father ain't i her father are you talking of janet who else i'm worried as the devil have been a father ever since I got in this morning.

Starting point is 04:37:05 I telegraphed I was coming, and when I got to the house, Molly told me that Mother wanted to see me at once, and I posted down there. It was about Janet, and you know more about it than I do. I suppose I know what you mean, but it turned out all right.

Starting point is 04:37:21 She happened to meet me, not some man who might have annoyed her. Of course, she shouldn't have taken such a risk. But what can you do with these flappers? They're all in league together. and you might as well let them go their little pace. It won't last. They'll soon be older,

Starting point is 04:37:38 and I don't suppose you intend to play the heavy father and lock her up. No, but I'd like damn well to get her married. Mother told me a pretty tale. It seems she'd made a row at Sherry's last night, making you and some lady you have with you as conspicuous as herself. Mrs. Vane was there and carried it straight to Mother. Mother's no fool, and had already got on to this younger generation business, and given Janney one or two tongue-lashings.

Starting point is 04:38:05 But she never dreamed it had gone as far as it looks. Roaming the streets alone at one in the morning? She undoubtedly been drinking last night. God, I have a notion to take a switch to her. And I suppose she was pretty well lit the night you picked her up. I've never seen a hint of it. Janie spoiled enough. Her mother never had the slightest control over her,

Starting point is 04:38:27 and she could always get round me. But she won't in the future. I'll get top hands somehow. God, my daughter, tell me your side of it, will you? It is possible that she had had a cocktail or two, he concluded, but you must expect that. If the flapper should adopt a coat of arms, no doubt it would be a cocktail rampant with three cigarettes,

Starting point is 04:38:50 Argent on a field de rouge. However, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you took her in hand. That is, if you can. I'll do it all right. "'Do you mean to tell me she was at Farrans without a chaperone?' "'There may have been a chaperon to each couple for all I know.' "'No, damn well there wasn't. No chaperone would have left her alone.' "'But surely, Jim, you know that chaperones are practically obsolete.

Starting point is 04:39:19 "'They don't gee with cocktails and petting parties. "'The new freedom, the reign of youth!' "'Damn nonsense. No, I didn't know it. I supposed she was properly chaperoned, as girls of her class always have been. You know how much I care for society, and I haven't got to this chicken stage either, took it for granted that certain cast-iron conventions were still observed in our set at least. Of course I've seen her drink cocktails at home and thought it rather cute. And I've rubbed the paint off her cheeks and lips once or twice.

Starting point is 04:39:53 Girls are making up nowadays as if they were strumpets, but some little fool started it, and you know the old saying, what one monkey does the other monkey must do. It never worried me. Of course, I've heard more or less about these young idiots. They're always being discussed and written up. But somehow you never think these things can happen in your own family. I went straight home and blew up Molly.

Starting point is 04:40:18 Haven't had a sight of Janet yet. And of course she bawled. Always does. When I told her that Janet had been at Farron's alone, she protested that Janet had told her she was going to bed early that night. Even last night, when she had a theatre party, she understood that some young married woman was along. But Molly's a fool.

Starting point is 04:40:37 What on earth am I to do with Janet? There were no such girls in my young days. Some of them were bad uns, but as discreet as you make them. Didn't disgrace their families. Some of them used to drink right enough, but they were as smooth as silk in public, and went to a sanitarium to sober up when it got, the best of them. But these girls appear to be about as discreet as streetwalkers. You don't think

Starting point is 04:41:03 they kick over the traces, do you? I'm dead sure that Janet hasn't. She put on the cap and bells, partly because it's a fashion, partly because she thinks girls are alive in having their fun for the first time. But she's no fool. She nearly flawed me once or twice. She'll take care of herself. Girls don't take care of themselves when they're drunk, but I have an idea there's something else the matter with her. At least mother has. Something else? In love. Well, there's your chance to marry her off. The sooner the better. But why should it drive her to drink? If she's fixed her affections on any of those chaps that dance at her bet, she hasn't. She's in love with you. What? Clavering dropped his fork. When the waiter had rushed to present him with

Starting point is 04:41:53 another and retired, he still stared at Oglethorpe, as if he had been stunned by a blow between the eyes. Whatever! What an earth put such an idea into Mrs. Oglethorpe's head. The child can't endure me. She's pretty well proved it last night, and I've always known she disliked me, since she grew up, that is, to be perfectly frank, aside from the fact that I don't care for young girls, she always irritates me like the juice, and I've never made any secret of it. Night before last, I couldn't well have made myself more disagreeable if I'd rehearse for the part. Oglethorpe grinned. Lott you know about girls. Just the way to make them crazy about you. Like all idealists, you don't know a thing about women. Being a rank materialist myself,

Starting point is 04:42:44 I know I'm like a book. The emancipated flapper is just plain female under her paint and outside her cocktails, more so, for she's more stimulated. Where girls used to be merely romantic, she's romantic, callow romance of youth, perhaps, but still romantic, plus sex instinct rampant. At least that's the way I size them up and it's logic.

Starting point is 04:43:10 There's no virginity of mind left, mauled as they must be and half-stewed all the time, and they're wild to get rid of the other. But they're too young yet to be promiscuous, at least those of Janet's sort, and they want to fall in love and get him quick. See the point? No doubt you're right,

Starting point is 04:43:30 but I'm not the object of Janet's young affections. She's either led your mother to believe it for purposes of her own, or Mrs. Oglethorpe has merely jumped at that conclusion. Well, heaven only knows why. you know why because she'd like it so would i good lord jim i'm nearly old enough to be her father barely ten years younger than yourself you'll never be as old as i am this minute and i'll give my eyes to see you married to her moreover i'm convinced mother's right janny let out something broke down i fancy although mother wouldn't give her away any further and you used to be fond of her when she was a child she sat on your lap a hundred times my dear jim said clavering dryly you've just pronounced yourself a man of consummate experience need i remind you that when a man has held a girl in his lap as a child she is generally the last girl he wants on his lap later on man loves the shock of novelty the spice of surprise it's hard to get that out of a girl you have spanked as i did janet on two different occasions she was a fascinating youngster but a little devil if there ever was one

Starting point is 04:44:50 she's full of fascination yet i can see that if i am her father a year or two from now when she comes to her senses oh cut it out jim i won't listen even if it were true And I'd stake my life it isn't. I... Well... Do you mean there's some other woman? I don't care to talk about it. But let it go at that. Sorry, I'd have liked it.

Starting point is 04:45:19 You could have made a fine woman out of Janney. She has it in her. Clavering did not express his doubts on this point aloud. He was in truth horribly embarrassed and hardly knew what to say. Not for a moment did he. believed that the minks was in love with him, nor would he have taken the trouble to find out, even to please Jim Oglethorpe, and his mother, had Mary Zatiani never crossed his horizon,

Starting point is 04:45:46 but he felt sorry for his friend and would have liked to banish his brooding distress. "'Look here,' he exclaimed, "'you'll have to buck up and take her in hand. After all, you're her father, and she respects you. No girl respects her mother these days, apparently, but the father has her father has the advantage of being male. Give her a talking to. Tell her how cut up you are. She's too young to be as hard as she likes to think. Don't preach. That would make matters worse. Appeal to her. Tell her she's making you miserable. If that doesn't work, well, your idea of taking a switch to her isn't bad. The sound

Starting point is 04:46:26 spanking is what they all need, and it certainly would take the starch out of them. Make them feel so damned young, they'd forget just how blasé they're trying to be. She might run away, mumbled Oglethorpe. I believe I'll try it, though, if worse comes to worst. I'll have no filthy scandals in my family. Why not collect all the fathers and plan a regular campaign? Without their allowances, they'd soon be helpless. It would be a battle royal and might make history.

Starting point is 04:46:57 Might also get hold of the fathers of these young chaps. few have independent incomes. Oglethorpe laughed for the first time. Not a bad idea for a bachelor, Lee. Maybe I'll try it. Let's get out of this. How about the follies? End of Chapter 24.

Starting point is 04:47:23 Chapter 25 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Libre Fox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 25. When a man has covered. cultivated a practical and methodical habit of mind and body. He pursues the accustomed tenor of his way, whatever the ferment of his spirit.

Starting point is 04:47:47 Clavering spirit was mercurial, but long since subject to his will, and it would no more have occurred to him to neglect his regular work because he was in love, and a state of suspense, than to put on petticoats and walk up Fifth Avenue. It might be better or worse under foreign impact, but it would be done. and all else banished for the hour there were times when he wrote better surrounded by the stimulations of the office when he was neither fagged nor disturbed he worked at home

Starting point is 04:48:18 during this week of incertitudes he rose late lunched with friends at the sign of the indian chief a restaurant where the cleverest of them and those who were so excitedly sure of their cleverness that for the moment they convinced others as well as themselves foregathered daily then he went to the office and wrote or talked to other men until it was time to dine he could always be sure of companionship for the evening on his day off he took a train out into the country and walked for hours there was a great deal of scintillating talk in his group on the significant books and tendencies of the day and if the talk of french youth in their clubs before the revolution may possibly have been profounder and more far in its philosophy, more formulative in its plan of action owing to a still deeper necessity for change in the social order, the very fact that these brilliant young Americans had no personal grievance but merely sharpened their wits on matters in which they were intelligent enough to take an interest, served their cleverness from becoming mordant or distorted by passion. It was an excellent forcing-house for ideas and vocabulary.

Starting point is 04:49:36 but their most solemn causaries were upon the vital theme of the American reputation in letters, past, present, future. This was the age of youth. Should any of the old reputations be permitted to live on, save in the favour of the negligible public? If so, which? All the recent reputations they would have liked to pronounce equally great, merely on account of their commendable newness, but they were too conscientious for that. They appraised, debated, rejected, finally placed the seal of their august approval upon a favoured few. Clacks were arranged if the public were obtuse.

Starting point is 04:50:22 The future? A few, a very few, were selected from the older group, many more from the younger, and ordained to survive and shed their undying beams for posterity. from these judicial pronouncements there was no appeal and the pleasant spaces of the sign of the indian chief so innocuous to the uninitiated eye was a veritable charnel-house that stank in the nostrils of the rejected but inconsistent even as life itself those melancholy graves was danced over by the sprightly young feet of the elect sometimes there was a terrifying upheaval in one of those graves a dismal figure fought his way out, tore off his serenance, and stalked forth muttering, But I stride on, or steer, no hope I have, no fear, leaving a puzzled uneasiness behind him.

Starting point is 04:51:20 But for good or ill, it was a matter for congratulation that criticism was at last being taken seriously in the United States. There was a jazz party at the studio of a hospitable girl artist where clavering dance with several of the prettiest young actresses of recent Broadway fame until dawn and drank enough to make him as wild as the rest of the party had it not been for the seasoned apparatus inherited from hard-drinking southern ancestors. Altogether, he gave himself little time for thought and if he felt at times an inclination to dream,

Starting point is 04:51:58 he thrust it from him with an almost superstitious fear. He would speculate no longer, but neither would he run the risk of invoking the laughter of cynical gods. If unimaginable disaster awaited him, at least he would not weaken his defences by a sojourn in the paradise of fools. He avoided Oglethorpe and Dinwiddie, and although he had engaged himself to dine at the Goodriches on Thursday night, he sent an excuse.

Starting point is 04:52:28 On Thursday morning, as he was turning over the pages of one of the newspapers, his eye was arrested by the name Zatiani. He never read society paragraphs, but that name would leap to his eyes anywhere. The announcement was as brief as social notes always are in the daily editions of the morning papers. Mrs. Oglethorpe gives a luncheon tomorrow at her house in Grammassy Park to the Countess Satyani of Vienna. So she had satisfied Mrs. Oglethorpe. That was one on Dinwiddie. On the following night, he bought himself an admission ticket to the Metropolitan Opera House and entered at the close of the second act.

Starting point is 04:53:12 As he had half expected, she was in Mrs. Oglethorpe's box, and it was crowded with men. He fancied that his older friend looked both glum and amused. As for Dinwiddie, his expression was half-witted. He went home. and took a bromide. Sleep, being a function, is outside the domain of the will, and he had had little of it since Tuesday, and sleep he must, if he was to be in alert command of his faculties on the following night. End of Chapter 25. Chapter 26 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 04:53:59 recording by lynn thompson chapter twenty six madame zatiani stood before the long old-fashioned pier-glass in her bedroom a large cheerful room recently done over in white chintz sprayed with violets the bright winter sun streamed in on a scene of confusion gowns were thrown over every chair and hats covered the bed they all had the air of being tossed aside impatiently as indeed they had had the air of being tossed aside impatiently as indeed they had had had been, and the maid, with a last comprehensive look at her mistress, began to gather them up and carry them to the large wardrobes in the dressing-room. Mary regarded herself critically. She had wished, not without malice, to emphasise her youthful appearance, but not at the expense of dignity, and she felt that she had achieved the subtle combination in the frock of soft black velvet cut with long, sweeping lines, and of an excessive simplicity, and a black velvet hat of medium size with a drooping brim that almost covered one eye. The long white gloves disappeared

Starting point is 04:55:09 into her sleeves somewhere above the elbow, and she wore a single string of pearls. She looked very Parisian, very elegant, as Mrs. Oglethorpe would have expressed it, and very assured. In spite of the mocking gleaming the one visible eye her face was serene and proud. She had felt some trepidation on Tuesday when she had sought out Mrs. Oglethorpe and made her explanations, but she felt none whatever at the prospect of meeting those other twelve old friends, whether they approved or resented, were indulgent or elevated their respectable noses and intimated, you are no longer one of us, was a matter of profound indifference to Mary's satiani she would have avoided them all if it had been possible but since she had deliberately permitted her hand to be forced she would take the situation humorously and amuse herself with whatever drama it might afford

Starting point is 04:56:09 eleanor goodrich mabel lawrence polly vane isabel riler ellen delacey louise preface she had been so intimate with all of them not only in the schoolroom but when they were all in society together. Now only her somewhat cynical sense of anticipation mitigated utter boredom at the thought of meeting them again. Of the other six she had still vaguer memories, although she recalled having heard that the beauty of her own last season, Lily Armstrong,

Starting point is 04:56:44 had married one of the traces. She also was to be at the luncheon. What on earth was she to talk to them about at the table? She could hardly tell them the story they expected before the servants. That would be for the later hour in the drawing-room. Or would it be in that absurd old room of Jane's upstairs? She recalled Eleanor Tracy, Goodrich, and her enthusiastic admiration, which she had accepted as a matter of course,

Starting point is 04:57:15 and given little beyond amiable tolerance in return. As she had told Clavering, she was not a woman's woman. she hoped nelly had outgrown gush for some ten years after her marriage she had met her from time to time abroad but she had not seen her for so long that she doubted if she would recognize her if they passed on the street the only one of her old friends for whom she retained either interest or affection was jane oglethorpe who ten years older than herself with a commanding personality unfolding rapidly at the dawn of their intimacy had attracted deeply but subtly her own unchied force of character and ruthless will. Embarrassment over, she had enjoyed their long hour together, and was glad to renew the intimacy, to find that her old friend's warm affection had lost nothing with the years, and she had found her more interesting than in her youth.

Starting point is 04:58:17 She sighed a little as she looked back on her long hours of almost unbroken solitude in this old house. she had been comparatively happy at first a blessed interval of rest and peace and this marvellously wealthy and prosperous city where the poor were kept out of sight at least where all the men were whole and where one never saw a gaunt woman's appealing eyes or emaciated ragged children Those untroubled hours had fled for ever and astonishment, impotent fury, and dire mental conflict had followed. But nevertheless she had dreamed, dreamed, and being glad of her freedom from social and all other duties. Now, probably these women, and many more, would swarm here. Her mouth twisted as her maid helped her into the soft grey coat trimmed with blue fox. Ordeal! would come on Saturday night. No wonder she was merely amused and totally indifferent today.

Starting point is 04:59:21 When she arrived at the house in Gramercy Park, purposely late, to give her entrance the effect Mrs. Oglethorpe had commanded, she heard an excited buzz of voices in the drawing-room as she was being relieved of her rap. As she entered, it ceased abruptly, and she heard several hardly perceptible gasps. But the pause, before they all crowded about her, was too brief to be noticeable, and they shook her hand heartily or kissed her warmly. If their eyes were perhaps too studiously expressionless, their words and manner might have been those of old friends welcoming back one who had been long absent, and nothing more. Conflicting emotions, born of undying femininity, were not evident for the moment. Mrs. Goodrich cried.

Starting point is 05:00:09 out at once how wonderfully well she looked mrs lawrence asked if she had stopped in paris for her clothes and mrs vane if she found new york much changed nothing could have gone off better mrs oglethorpe in old pile black velvet as usual with a front and high-boned collar of yellow rose-point lace stood in the background watching the comedy with a frank sod on it grin if her guests had been faithless to the traditions in which they had been bred she would have felt angry and ashamed but the automatic manner in which they rose to the occasion and took the blows standing mrs oglethorpe often indulged in the vernacular of her son her janet and her lee made her rock with silent mirth she knew exactly how they felt they were a fine-looking set of women and handsomely dressed but they indisputably belonged to the old regime and even mrs tracy the youngest of them had something of what mary's atyani calls that built-up look they were fashionable but not smart they carried themselves with a certain conscious rigidity and aloofness which even their daughters had abandoned and was a source of disrespectful amusement to their iniquitous granddaughters although Mrs. Goodrich, Mrs. Lawrence and Mrs. Tracy were more up to date in their general appearance, wearing slightly larger hats and fewer feathers, with narrow dog collars instead of whale-boned net, they were as disdainful as the others of every art that aims to preserve something of the effect of youth, although they were spickingly groomed. they accepted life as it was and they had accepted it at every successive stage serene in the knowledge that in this as in other things they were above the necessity of compromise and subterfuge they were the fixed quantities in a world of shifting values

Starting point is 05:02:15 in age they ranged from fifty-six to sixty two with the exception of mrs tracy who was a mere fifty-two a few were stout the others bony and gaunt their hair was white or grey only mrs tracy with her fresh complexion and soft brown hair her plump little figure encased in modern corsets had got on the blind side of nature as mrs oglethorpe had told mary the others were frankly elderly or young but of great dignity and distinction some charm and considerable honesty and simplicity and their loyalty never failed them the luncheon was by no means easy and informal mary by racking her memory recalled the first names of most of them and never in all her varied life had she been more sweetly amiable made so determined an effort to please she might not care what they thought of her but she was sorry for them they had behaved very decently and for jane oglethorpe's sake alone the occasion must be a success she was ably seconded by mrs goodrich who stared at her in wide-eyed admiration and rattled off the gossip of new york and by mrs tracy who had an insatiable interest in diplomatic society when she had satisfied the latter's curiosity she led the conversation by a straight path to the sufferings of the children of austria and begged them to join her in forming a relief committee they received this philanthropic suggestion with no apparent fervor but it served to relieve the stiffness and tension until they retired to the drawing-room for coffee

Starting point is 05:04:05 they stood about for a few moments mary looking up at the portrait of jane oglethorpe in her flaming youth but the hostess ordered them all to sit down and exclaimed peremptorily now mary tell them all about it or i'll have a lot of fainting hysterical women on my hands we're still human if we are old and ugly go to it as janet would say i believe you have met that estimable exponent of the later new york manner you are no more extraordinary yourself than some of the changes here at home but you're more picturesque and that's harder to swallow put them out of their misery the ladies smiled or frowned according to what humor the almighty niggardly in his bestowal of humor had allotted them At all events they were used to Jane. Mrs. Goodrich, who had led Mary to a sofa and seated herself beside her, took her hand and pressed it affectionately, as if she were encouraging her on the way to the operating room. Yes, tell us the story, darling.

Starting point is 05:05:11 It is all too wonderful. Do you really mean that you have never heard of this treatment? asked Madame Zatiani, who knew quite well that they had not. few things are better known in Europe. We have never heard of it, said Mrs. Vane or stearly. We were totally unprepared. Madame Zatiani shrugged her graceful shoulders. I have been told that America never takes up anything new in science

Starting point is 05:05:42 until it has become stale in Europe, but women as well as men have been flocking to Vienna. Russian princesses have pledged their jewels. How romantic! exclaimed Mrs. Goodrich, who was one of those women in whom a certain spurious sense of romance increases with age. But Mrs. Vane mumbled something less complimentary. She had never been romantic in her life, and she was beginning to feel the strain. Well, said Madame Zatiani, I suppose I must begin. At the beginning. I dislike holding forth, but if you will have to be a it. Don't leave out a word, exclaimed Mrs. Tracy. We want every detail. You made us feel both as young as yourself and as old as Methuselah. Madame Zatiani smiled amiably at the one woman in the room who had

Starting point is 05:06:39 lingered in the pleasant spaces of middle age. Very well. I'll be as little technical as possible. As you know, I ran a hospital in Budapest during the war. after the revolution broke out i was forced to leave in secret to escape being murdered i was on bella coon's list there was a sympathetic rustle in the group this at least they could grasp on the wing mrs delacy interrupted to beg for exciting details but mrs goodrich and mrs tracy cried simultaneously no no go on please quite right said mrs oglethorpe who was prepared to enjoy herself we can have that later i naturally went to vienna not only because i had some money invested there but because i could live in the zatiani palace the old house was difficult to keep warm and as i was too tired and nervous to struggle with any new problems i went at a friend's suggestion into a sanitarium the doctor in charge soon began to pay me something more than perfunctory visits when he found that intelligent conversation after my long dearth did me more good than harm finally he told me of a method of treatment that might restore my youth and begged me to undertake it there were sharp indrawn breaths mrs vane drew herself up figuratively for she could hardly be more perpendicular with her unyielding spine her long neck encased in whale-boned net and her lofty head topped off with feathers

Starting point is 05:08:18 a look of hostility dawned in several pairs of eyes while frank distaste overspread mrs ryler's mahogany visage madame zattiani went on unperturbed may relieve your minds to hear that I was at first as indifferent as all of you, no doubt, would have been. The war, and many other things, have made me profoundly tired of life, something of course that I do not expect you to understand. And now that the war was over, and my usefulness at an end, I had nothing to look forward to but the alleviation of poverty by means of my wealth when it was restored, and this could be done by trustees. life had seemed to me to consist mainly of repetitions. I had run the gamut, but I began to be interested, at first by the fact that science might be able to accomplish a miracle, where centuries of women's wit had failed. Witt, snorted Mrs. Vane, ignoble vanity. Well, call it that if you like, but the desire to be young again, or to achieve its simulacrum, in both men and women, has something of the dignity which the centuries

Starting point is 05:09:28 give to all antiques. However, at the time, you will also be glad to know, I was far more interested in the prospect of re-energizing my worn-out mind and body. I was so mortally tired, and if I had to live on, and no doubt with still much work to do in distracted Europe, but what did they do to you? cried Mrs. Tracy. I'd have done it in your place. Yes, I would, she said defiantly as she met the August disgusted eye of Mrs. Vane. I think Countess Satyani was quite right. What is science for, anyhow? Go on, go on, murmured Mrs. Goodrich.

Starting point is 05:10:09 She was too fat and comfortable to have any desire to return to youth with its tiresome activities, but all her old romantic affection for Mary Ogden had revived, and she was even more interested than curious. I am trying to. well, I must tell you that the explanation of my condition, as of others of my age, was that the endocrines—' The what? The demand was simultaneous. The ductless glands.

Starting point is 05:10:40 Oh, said Mrs. Prevus vaguely. I've seen something. It's all Greek to me, said Mrs. Vane, who felt that unreasoning resentment common to the minor informed, for the major informed. you promise to avoid technical terms. Madame Zatiani explained in the simplest language she could command the meaning and the function of the ductless glands. The more intelligent among them looked gratified, for the painless achievement of fresh knowledge is a pleasant thing.

Starting point is 05:11:15 Madame Zatiani went on patiently. These glands, in my case, had undergone a natural process of exhaustion. In women, the slower function, functioning of the endocrines is coincident with the climacteric, as they have been dependent for stimulation upon certain ovarian cells. The idea involved is that the stimulation of these exhausted cells would cause the other glands to function once more at full strength, and a certain rejuvenation ensue as a matter of course, unless, of course, they had withered beyond the power of science. I was a promising subject, for examination proved that my organs were

Starting point is 05:11:54 healthy. My artery is soft, and I was not yet 60. Only experimentation could reveal whether or not there were still any life left in the cells, although I responded favourably to the preliminary tests. The upshot was that I consented to the treatment. Yes, yes! Every woman in the room now sat forward, no longer old friends or rivals, affectionate or resentful. nor the victims of convention solidified into sharp black and white by the years. They were composite female. It consisted of the concentration of powerful wrenchen, what you call x-rays, on that portion of the body covering the ovaries.

Starting point is 05:12:42 How horrible! Did you feel as if you were being electrocuted? Are you terribly scarred? Not at all. I felt nothing whatever, and there was nothing to be. cause scars. But I thought that the x-rays—oh, do be quiet, Louisa, exclaimed Mrs. Tracy impatiently. Please go on, Countess Satyani. As I said, the application was painless, and if no benefit results, neither will any harm be done when the rays are administered by a conscientious expert.

Starting point is 05:13:18 My final consent, as I told you, was due to the desire to regain my old willpower and vitality. I was extremely skeptical about any effect on my personal appearance. During the first month, I felt so heavy and dull that, in spite of assurances that these were favourable symptoms, I was secretly convinced that I had forfeited what little mental health I had retained, but was consoled by the fact that I slept all night and a part of the day. I had suffered from insomnia since my duties at the hospital had ended. But surely, you must have been nervous and terrified. All of these women had seen and suffered illness, but all from time-honoured visitations, even if under new and technical names, and they had

Starting point is 05:14:08 suffered in common with millions of others, which, if it offended their sense of exclusiveness, at least held the safeguard of normalcy. They felt a chill of terror, in some cases of revulsion as Madame Zatiani went on to picture this abnormal renaissance going on in the body unseen and unfelt, in the body of one who had been cast in the common mould, subject to the common fate, and whom they had visioned, when they thought about her at all, as growing old with themselves, as any natural Christian woman would. It was not only mysterious and terrifying, but subtly indecent. Mrs. Veil. drew back from her eager poise.

Starting point is 05:14:54 Almost it seemed to the amused Mrs. Oglethorpe that she withdrew her skirts. Drama was for the stage, or the movies. At all events, drama in private life among the elect was objective, external, and however offensive, particularly when screamed in the divorce court, it was, at least, like the old diseases, remarkably normal. But the interior drama, not to put to the... too fine a point on it, a drama of one's insides, and especially one that dealt with the raising

Starting point is 05:15:28 from the dead, of that section which refined women ceased to discuss after they had got rid of it. It was positively ghoulish. Drama of any sort in this respectable old drawing-room, which might have been photographed as the sarcophagus of all the respectabilities, was extremely offensive. And what a drama! never had these old walls listened to such a tale. Mrs. Vane and others like her had long since outgrown the prudery of their mothers,

Starting point is 05:15:59 who had alluded in the most distant manner to the most decent of their internal organs and called a leg a limb, but the commonplace was their rock, and they had a sense of sinking foundations. Madame Zatiani, who knew exactly what was passing in their minds, continued placidly. Almost suddenly at the end of the fourth or fifth week

Starting point is 05:16:23 it seemed to me that an actual physical weight that had depressed my brain, lifted, and I experienced a decided activity of mind and body foreign to both for many years. Nevertheless, the complete re-energizing of both was very slow, the rejuvenation of appearance slower still. Worn-out cells do not expand rapidly. The mental change.

Starting point is 05:16:48 change was pronounced long before the physical, except that I rarely felt fatigue, although I spent many hours a day at the relief stations. She paused and let her cool, ironic glance, wander over the intent faces before her. Not only, she went on with slow emphasis, which made them prick up their ears, was the renewed power manifest in mental activity, in concentration, in memory, but that distaste for new ideas, for reorientation, had entirely disappeared. People growing old are condemned for prejudice, smugness, hostility to progress, to the purposes and enthusiasms of youth. But this attitude is due to aging glands alone. All things being equal, they cannot dig up the sunken trap from the ruts in their brain and lay them elsewhere,

Starting point is 05:17:44 and may instinctively protect themselves by an affectation of calm and scornful superiority, of righteous conservatism, which deceives themselves, much as I had assumed and learned to feel, an attitude of profound indifference to my vanished youth, and refused to attempt any transparent disguise with cosmetics. Intentness relaxed once more. Twelve pairs of eyes expressed at least half as many, sentiments. Mrs. Vane gazed at Mary Ogden, whose insolence she had never forgotten, with indignant

Starting point is 05:18:21 hostility. Mrs. Poole, who always dressed as if she had a tumour, but whose remnants of a once-lovely complexion indicated perfect health, maintained her slight, tolerant smile. Its effect somewhat abridged by the fact that the small turban of bright blue feathers topping her large face had slipped to one side. Mrs. Goodrich looked startled and gazed deprecatingly at her friends. Mrs. Lawrence's eyes snapped, and Mrs. Delacey looked thoughtful.

Starting point is 05:18:54 Only Mrs. Tracy spoke. Wonderful! I feel more like Methusilla than ever, but it certainly is a relief to know what is the matter with me. Do go on, Mary. I may call you Mary? I only came out the year you were married,

Starting point is 05:19:10 and you cannot imagine what a satisfaction it is to know that I am younger than you, were once. I've never done any of those things one reads about to keep looking young, except cold cream my face at night, but I've often felt as if I'd like to— "'Do stop babbling, Lily Tracy!' exclaimed Mrs. Vane, who, however disgusted, was quite as curious as the others to hear the rest of the tale. And Mrs. Goodrich said softly, "'Yes, go on Mary, darling.

Starting point is 05:19:42 "'I am sure the most thrilling part is yet to come. "'You see how interested your old friends all are?' "'Madame Zatiani moved her cool, insolent eyes, "'to Mrs. Vane's set visage. "'The time came when I knew that youth was returning to my face "'as well as to the hidden processes of my body, "'and I can assure you that it excited me far more "'than the renewed functioning of my brain.

Starting point is 05:20:07 The treatment induces flesh, and as I have been excessively thin, my skin, as flesh accumulated, grew taut and lines disappeared. My eyes, which had long been dull, had regained something of their old brilliancy, under the Renaissance of brain and blood. And that was accentuated. My hair! Do you mean to say that it restores hair to its natural colour? demanded Mrs. Tracy, who had been plucking. out bleached hairs for the past year. That would... It does not, but my hair is the shade that never turns grey, and of course my teeth had always been kept in perfect order. I should never

Starting point is 05:20:51 in any circumstances be a fat woman, but the active functioning of the glands gave me just enough flesh to complete the outer renovation. My complexion, after so many years of neglect, naturally needed scientific treatment of another sort, but that was still to be had in Vienna. Ah! the exclamation was sharp. Here at least was something they knew all about and systematically discontinenced. Do you mean to say that you had your skin ripped off? asked Mrs. Ryla. Certainly not. The skin was simply softened and reinvigorated by massage and the proper

Starting point is 05:21:29 applications. They were too proud to ask for details, and Mrs. Delacey, who was stout, glanced triumphantly at Mrs. Reiler, who was stouter. You mean, Mary, that one has to be thin for this treatment to be a success? That, I cannot say. I really do not know what the treatment would do for a stout woman of middle or old age. The internal change would be the same, but although additional flesh can be kept down by medicaments and diet, I doubt if there would be complete restoration of the outlines of face and neck.

Starting point is 05:22:05 A woman of 60 with sagging flesh and distended skin might once more look 40 if the treatment were successful, but hardly as young as I do. I was particularly fortunate in having withered. Still, I cannot say. As I told you, many women of all ages and sizes took the treatment while I was in Vienna, but they are too scattered for me at least to obtain any data on the results.

Starting point is 05:22:32 I knew none of them personally, and I was too busy to. to seek them out and compare notes. But with me? She leaned back and lit a cigarette, looking over her audience with mischievous eyes. With me, it has been a complete success. Mentally? Physically.

Starting point is 05:22:53 Yes, and how long will it last? Shot out, Mrs. Reiler, who was as strong as a horse and as alert mentally as she had ever been, and her complete indifference to rejuvenation in any of its forms gave her a feeling of superior contempt for all those European women who had swarmed to Vienna like greedy flies of the scent of molasses.

Starting point is 05:23:16 No doubt to undergo terrible torment that Mary Zatiani would not admit. But her objective curiosity on the subject of youth was insatiable and she read everything that appeared in the newspapers and magazines about it, not neglecting the advertisements if she had sent for a facial mathurs she would have felt that she had planted a worm in the root of the family tree but the subject was unaccountably interesting mary zatiani who understand her complex perfectly shrugged her graceful shoulders it is too soon to reply with assurance the method was only discovered some six years ago but the eminent biologist who have given profound study to the subject, estimate that it will last for ten years, at least, when it can be renewed once at all events. Of course the end must come. It was not intended that man should live for ever. And who would wish it? Not I, certainly, said Mrs. Reiler,

Starting point is 05:24:23 sententiously. Well, I must admit it has been a complete success in your case. That is not saying I approve of what you have done. You know how we have always regarded such things. If you had lived your life in New York instead of in Europe, notoriously loose in such matters, I feel convinced that you would never have done such a thing, exhausted or not. Moreover, I am a religious woman,

Starting point is 05:24:50 and I do not believe in interfering with the will of the Almighty. Then why have a doctor when you are ill? Are not illnesses, the act of God? They certainly are, of nature. I have always believed in letting nature take her course, said Mrs. Ryla firmly, but of course, when one is ill, that is another matter. Is it?

Starting point is 05:25:12 Madame Zatiani's eye showed a militant spark. Or is it merely that you are so accustomed to the convention of calling in a doctor that you have never wasted thought on the subject? But is not medicine a science? When you are ill, you invoke the aid of science in the old way. precisely as I did in the new one. The time will come when this treatment I have undergone will be so much a matter of course

Starting point is 05:25:37 that it will cause no more discussion than going under the knife for cancer or for far less serious ailments. I understand that you, Polly, had an operation two years ago for gastriculsa, an operation called by the very long and very unfamiliar name gastroenterostomy. Do you feel, for I assume,

Starting point is 05:26:00 that you agree with Isabel in most things, that you were flying in the face of the Almighty, or were you only too glad to take advantage of the progress of science? Mrs. Vane merely grunted. Mrs. Rylew exclaimed crossly, Oh, no one ever could argue with you, Mary Ogden. The truth is, she added, in a sudden burst of enlightenment that astonished herself, I don't suppose any of us would mind if you didn't look younger than our daughters. That sticks in our craw. Why not admit it?

Starting point is 05:26:34 Mrs. Oglethorpe chuckled. She and Isabel Rylis snapped at each other like two belligerent old cats every time they crossed each other's path. But, with the exception of Mary Ogden, whom she loved, she liked her better than any of her old friends. But once more Mrs. Vane drew herself up figuratively. Speak for yourself. It may be that I am too old to accept new ideas, but this one certainly seems to me, downright immoral and indecent. This is not intended to reflect on you personally, Mary, and of course you were more or less demoralised by your close contact with the war. I mean the idea, the thing itself. We may call in doctors and surgeons when we were in bodily

Starting point is 05:27:16 discomfort, and be thankful that they are more advanced than in our mother's time, when people died of appendicitis every day of the week, and called it inflammation of the bowels. But no one can tell me that rejuvenation is. not against the laws of nature. What are you going to do with this new youth? I never saw anyone look less indifferent to life. Make fools of men again, of our sons? Who can tell? asked Mary maliciously.

Starting point is 05:27:45 Could anything be more amusing than to come back to New York after 34 years and be a bell again, with the sons and grandsons of my old friends proposing to me? Do you really mean that? Mrs. Vane almost rose. She recalled that her youngest son had met Madame Zatiani in Mrs. Oglethorpe's box on Monday night, and had been mooning about the house ever since.

Starting point is 05:28:10 If I thought that, well, what would you do, Polly? Mary laughed outright. Your son, Harry is his name, is it not? Is remarkably good-looking and very charming? After all, where could you find a safer and more understanding wife for him? him than a woman who has had not only the opportunity to know the world and men like the primer but looks is so young that he is bound to forget it and be led like a lamb girls those uncharted seas are always a risk stop tormenting polly exclaimed mrs oglethor mary has no intention of marrying anyone she's only waiting for her estate to be settled in order to return to europe and devote herself to certain plans of reconstruction. Is that true? Quite true, said Madame Zatiani, smiling. Don't worry,

Starting point is 05:29:06 Polly. If I marry, it will be someone you are not interested in too personally, and it is doubtful if I ever marry at all. There's a tremendous work to be done in Europe, and so far as lies in my power, I shall do my share. If I marry, it will be someone who can help me. I can assure you I long since ceased to be susceptible, particularly to young men. Remember that while my brain has been rejuvenated with the rest of my physical structure, my mind is as old as it was before the treatment. She gave a slight, unnoticed shiver. My memory, that for years before the war was dull and inactive, is now as vigorous as ever. Several of the women recalled those old stories of Countess Zatiani's youth and looked at her sharply. There was a general atmosphere of

Starting point is 05:29:58 uneasiness in the large respectable room, but whether or not they gave her the benefit of the doubt, they had always given her due credit for neither being found out nor embarrassing her virtuous friends with confidences. Mrs. Tracy was the first to break the silence. But you will come to all of us as long as you do stay, will you not? I do so want to give you a dinner next week. I do so want to give you a dinner next week. Yes, yes, indeed, the chorus was eager and sincere enough. After all, nothing could alter the fact that she was one of them. Oh, I have enjoyed meeting you all again, and I am hoping to see more of you. Madame Zatiani felt that she could do no less than be gracious.

Starting point is 05:30:43 I have become a very quiet person, but I will go with pleasure. You must let us see you daily while you are with us, cried Mrs. Goodrich, her spirit soaring at the prospect. As Mary stood up and adjusted her hat before the mirror, she felt that she had successfully distracted their attention from a quick sigh of utter boredom. You are too kind, Nellie, she murmured, but then you always were.

Starting point is 05:31:11 Yes, go, Mary, said Mrs. Oglethorpe, peremptually, and rising also. Clear out, and let them talk you over. They'll burst if you don't. Human nature can stand just so much. and no more. Madame Zatiani took her leave amid much laughter, more or less perfunctory, and one and all, whatever their reactions, insisted that she must give her old friends the pleasure of entertaining her, and of seeing her as often as possible, as long as she remained in New York. She escaped at last. That was over. But to-morrow night. Tomorrow night. Every wheel and tire

Starting point is 05:31:51 seemed to be revolving out the words. Well, if he were repelled and revolted, no doubt it would be for the best. She had made up her mind to spare him nothing. He would hear far more than she had told those women. Certainly he should be given full opportunity to come to his senses. If he refused to take it, on his head be the consequences. She would have done her part. Chapter 27 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton This Libri Box recording is in the public domain Recording by Lynn Thompson Chapter 27

Starting point is 05:32:45 On Saturday afternoon as Clavering was walking up 44th Street He met Anne Goodrich coming out of the Belasco Theatre He saw her first and tried to avoid her For her family and the Oglethorps were as one But she caught sight of him and held out her hand I shouldn't speak to you after your base desertion the other night, she said, smiling. But you do look rather seedy, and I prefer to flatter myself that you really were ill. Well, sure I was coming down with the flu, Clavering mumbled.

Starting point is 05:33:18 Of course you know that nothing else. Oh, hostesses are too canny these days to take offence. All we are still haughty enough to demand is a decent excuse. But you really owe me something, and besides, I've been wanting to talk to you. take me to pierre's for tea she spoke in a light tone of command there had been a time when issuing commands to clavering had been her habit and he had responded with a certain palpitation convinced for nearly a month that anne goodrich was the clavering woman he had known her as an awkward schoolgirl and then as one of the prettiest and most light-hearted of the season's debutantes but she had never interested him until after her return from friday where she had done admirable work in the canteens. Then, sitting next to her at a dinner, and later for two hours in the conservatory,

Starting point is 05:34:12 he had thought her the finest girl he had ever met. He thought so still, but although she stimulated his mind, and they had many tastes in common, he had soon realised that when apart he forgot her, and that only novelty had inspired his brief desire. she might have everything for another man as exacting as himself, but that unanalyzable something his own peculiar essence demanded no woman had ever possessed until he met Mary Satyani. He had begun too ardently to cease his visits abruptly,

Starting point is 05:34:47 and moreover he still found her more companionable than any woman he knew. He continued to show her a frank and friendly devotion until an attack of influenza sent him to the hospital for a month, when he accepted the friendly intervention of fate, and thereafter timed his occasional calls to coincide with the hour of tea, when she was never alone. There were no more long morning walks, no more long rides in her car,

Starting point is 05:35:15 no more hastily arranged luncheons at the bohemian restaurants that interested her, no more dropping in and long telephone conversations. He still enjoyed a talk with her at a dinner, and she was always a pleasure to the eye, with her calm and regular features softened by a cloud of bright chestnut hair that matched her eyes to a shade, her serene brow, and her exquisite clothes. She did not carry herself well, according to his standard. Well, when she came out six years ago, had meant laxity of shoulders and pride of stomach, and in spite of her devotion to outdoor sports, she had fallen.

Starting point is 05:35:55 a prey to fashion. She so far disapproved of the new-fashioning girls, however, that she was making an effort to stand erect, and she had even banished powder from her clear, warm skin. Today she was becomingly dressed in top velvet, and stole a muff and turban of sable. But clavering had fancied that her fine face wore a weary, discontented expression, until she saw him, when it changed swiftly to a sort of imperious gladness. It made him vaguely uncomfortable. He had never flattered himself that she loved him, but he had believed in the possibility of winning her.

Starting point is 05:36:37 He had later chosen to believe that she had grown as indifferent as himself, and he wondered, as he stood plunging about in his mind for an excuse to avoid a tete-a-tete, why she had not married. well you see come now you don't go to tease men never call these days and you surely have done your column for to-morrow here is the car you can spare me an hour he had always avoided any appearance of rudeness and in his mind at least he had treated her badly he followed her without further hesitation trusting to his agile mind to keep her off the subject of madame zatiani this he would do at the cost of rudeness itself for he would not permit fiasco at the last moment the street was packed with automobiles and taxis and after a slow progress toward fifth avenue they arrived in time to see the traffic towers flash on the yellow light and were forced to halt for another three minutes he had started an immediate discussion of the play she had just witnessed knowing her love of argument but she suddenly broke off and laid her hand on his eyes arm. Look, she exclaimed, the famous Countess Satyani in that car with mother. Of course you know her. You were with her at the opera on the historic night, weren't you? Tell me, what is she like? Did you ever hear of anything so extraordinary? Never. I really know her very slightly. But as I had met her, and she had kindly asked me to dinner, I was glad to return the compliment when Mrs. Oglethorpe sent me her box.

Starting point is 05:38:18 she always does once or twice during the season, you know. But go on. What you said interested me immensely, although I don't agree with you, I have certain fixed standards when it comes to the drama. She picked him up, and the argument lasted until they were seated in Pierre's, and had ordered tea. I might have taken you home, she said then. We could have had tea in my den. No doubt Countess Zetiani was returning with mother, who, it seems, has always adored her. This is ever so much nicer, for we are far less likely to be interrupted. I haven't had a real talk with you for months. And he gave her a look of boyish pleasure, wholly insincere,

Starting point is 05:38:59 but so well done that she flushed slightly. Is that my fault? There was a time when you came almost every day, and then you never came in the same way again. It evidently cost her something to say this, for her flush deepened, but she managed a glance of dignified archness. or remember i had a villainous attack of the flu and after that there were arrears of work to make up moreover the dramatic critic came down with an even longer attack and they plied his work on me i don't know what it is to drop in these days

Starting point is 05:39:34 well are you always to be driven to death i read your column religiously and it runs so smoothly and spontaneously that it doesn't seem possible it can take you more than an hour to write it an hour little you know And subjects don't drop out of the clouds, dear Anne. I have to go through all the newspapers, read an endless number of books, not all fiction by a long sight, glance through the magazines, reviews, weekly publications and foreign newspapers, read my rivals columns,

Starting point is 05:40:06 go about among the sophisticates, attend first nights, pride fights, and even see the best of the movies. I assure you it's a dog's life. It sounds tremendous, "'Far, far more so than my own. "'I am so tired of that. "'I—that is one thing I wanted to talk to you about.

Starting point is 05:40:28 "'I meant to bring it up at my dinner. "'I wish you would introduce me to some of your sophisticates. "'Uncle Dyn says they are the most interesting people in New York "'and that he always feels young again when he is at one of their parties. "'Will you take me to one?' "'Of course I will. "'The novelty might amuse you.' It's not only novelty I want.

Starting point is 05:40:50 I want really to know people whose minds are constantly at work, who are doing the things we get the benefit of, when we are intelligent enough to appreciate them. I cannot go on in the old way any longer. I paint more or less and read a great deal, still on the lines you laid down, but one cannot paint and read and walk and motor and dance all the time. Even if I had not gone to France,

Starting point is 05:41:16 I should have become as bored and discuss. as I am now. You know that I have a mind. What has it to feed on? I don't mean, of course, that all the women I know are fools, some of them, no doubt, are cleverer than I am. But all the girls of my set, except Marion Lawrence, and we don't get on very well, are married, and some have babies, some have lovers, some are mad about bridge. A few have gone in for politics, which don't interest me, and those that the war made permanently serious devote themselves to charities and reform movements. The war spoilt me for mere charity worth, although I give a charity I founded one afternoon a week, and mother does enough for one family anyhow. I see no prospect of

Starting point is 05:42:03 marrying. I don't know a young man who wants to talk anything but sport and prohibition. You are an oasis. There you are. The sophisticates are an inspiration. I am sure that they will save my life. But have you reflected? Klavering was embarrassed. She had controlled her tones and spoken with her usual crisp deliberateness, but he knew that the words came from some profound emotional reaction. For Anne Goodrich, it was an outburst. You see, it is quite possible that when the novelty wore thin, you would not be much better off than you are now. All these people are intensely interested in their particular jobs. They are specialists. You mean, what have I to give them? Not exactly. You could give them a good deal, to say nothing of your own

Starting point is 05:42:56 high intelligence. They are by no means averse from taking an occasional flyer into the realm of fashion. Curiosity, partly, natural human snobbishness, perhaps. They will go to your house if you invite them, no doubt of that, and they may conceive an enthusiastic liking for you, but after all, you would not be one of them. Even though they genuinely appreciated your accomplishments, still you would be little more than an interesting incident. They are workers engaged in doing the things they think most worthwhile, which are worthwhile because they furnish what the intelligent public is demanding just now, and upon which the current market places a high value. And you are merely an intellectual young woman of leisure. They might think it a pity you

Starting point is 05:43:47 didn't have to work, but secretly, no matter what they regard, they'd consider you negligible because you belong to a class that is content to be, not to do. I assure you they consider themselves the most important group in New York, in America, at present, the life-giving group of suns round which far off planets humbly revolve. i see you mean that my novelty would wear thin long before theirs heaven knows i have little to give them i should feel rather ashamed sitting at the head of my table offering nothing but terrapin and goblins but don't you think i could make real friends of some of them surely we would find much in common to talk about and they certainly take time to play according to uncle din i think there would always be a barrier ah i have an idea Why don't you set up a studio and take your painting seriously? Cut yourself off from the old life and join the ranks of the real workers.

Starting point is 05:44:49 Then, by degrees, they would accept you as a matter of course. You could return their hospitality in your studio, which could be one of the largest. There is no danger of overwhelming them. They are too successful themselves. Thinking over. Miss Goodrich's face, which had looked melancholy, almost hopeless, lit up again her red mouth lifted at the corners light seemed to pour into her hazel eyes i'll do it she exclaimed i did a portrait of father last month and it really is good he is delighted with it and you know how easy he is to please i wonder i never thought of it before you certainly are the most resourceful man in the world lee by the way i hear there is a party at that wonderful gore dwight's to-night do take me

Starting point is 05:45:39 oh i'm so sorry it's quite impossible anne i wish i could i'll take you to one next week and meanwhile get to work be ready to meet them in the outer court at least you'll find it an immense advantage rob your advent of any suggestion of curiosity i'll look for a studio to-morrow that is the way i do things my father's daughter you see she spoke with gay determination but her face had fallen again in a moment she began to draw on her gloves now i'll have to run if i'm to dress and get over to old westbury for dinner at eight thank you so much lee you've been a godsend if i were a writer instead of a mere dabbler in paints i'd dedicate my first book to you i'm so sorry i haven't done you-i'm so sorry i haven't done you-you've been a godsend if i were a writer instead of a mere dabbler in paints i'd dedicate my first book to you i'm so sorry i haven't time to drive you down to Madison Square. Clavering, drawing a long breath, as if he had escaped from imminent danger, saw her into her car and then walked briskly home. He intended to dine alone tonight,

Starting point is 05:46:43 and in a moment he had forgotten Anne Goodrich, as completely as he had forgotten Janet Oglethorpe. End of Chapter 27 Chapter 28 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public. domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 28 He called for Madame Zatiani at ten o'clock. This time she was standing in the hall as the man opened the door, and she came out immediately. A lace scarf almost concealed her face.

Starting point is 05:47:25 I didn't order the car, she said. It is such a fine night, and she lives so near. Do you mind? I much prefer to walk, but your slippers "'They are dark and the heels not too high. "'I'm not going to make the slightest preliminary attempt at indifference tonight, "'nor wait for one of your leads. "'How long do you intend to stay at this party?' "'Oh, an hour possibly. "'One must not be rude.'

Starting point is 05:47:53 "'Her own tones were not even, but he could not see her face. "'But you'll keep your word and tell me everything to-night?' "'She gave a deep sigh. "'Yes, I'll keep my word. "'No more now, please. "'Tell me, what do they do at these parties besides talk? "'Dance? "'Not always.

Starting point is 05:48:16 "'They have charades, spelling matches, "'pick a word out of a hat and make impromptu speeches. "'But, mon dieu!' "'She stopped short and pushed back her scarf. "'Whatever expression she may have wished to conceal, "'there was nothing now in her face but dismay.' But you did not tell me this, or I should not have accepted. I never bore myself.

Starting point is 05:48:40 I understood these were your intellectuals. Sherrards? Spelling matches? Words in a hat? It sounds like a small town moved to New York. Well, a good many of them are from small towns, and they rather pride themselves on preserving some of the simplities of rural life and juvenanescence, while leading an exaggerated mental life for which nature did. designed no man. Perhaps it is merely owing to an obscure warning to preserve the balance,

Starting point is 05:49:11 or an innocent arrogance akin to Mrs. Oglethorpe's, when she is looking her dowdiest. But Gora often has good music. Still, if you don't want to go on, I'm sure I do not. No, she said hurriedly, I shall go, but I am still astonished. I do not know what I expected, but brilliant conversation probably, such as one hears in a European salon. Don't they relax their great minds at outdoor sports? I understand there are golf links and tennis courts near the city. A good many of them do, but they like to relax still further at night.

Starting point is 05:49:52 You see, we are not Europeans. Americans are as serious as children, but like children, they also love to play. Remember, we are a young name. and a very healthy one, and you will have conversation if you want it. The men, you may be sure, will be ready to give you anything you demand. I had rather hoped to listen. Is this the house?

Starting point is 05:50:18 Several taxis were arriving, and there were many cars parked along the block. When they entered the house, they were directed to dressing rooms on the second floor, and Clavering met Madame Zatiani at the head of the staircase. She wore a gown of emerald green velvet cut to reveal the sloping line of her shoulders, and an emerald comb thrust sideways in the low coil of her soft ashen hair. On the dazzling fairness of her neck lay a single unset emerald depending from a fine gold chain. Clavering stared at her helplessly. It was evident she had not made her toilette with an eye to softening a blow.

Starting point is 05:51:00 Am I overdressed? she murmured. I did not know. I thought I would dress as if, well, as if I had been invited by one of my own friends. Quite right. To dress down would have been fatal, and Gora must spend a small fortune on her clothes.

Starting point is 05:51:17 But you, you, I have never seen you. I'm fond of green, she said lightly. Coulard de Sperance. Shall we go down? He followed her down the stairs, and before they reached the crowded room below, he had managed to set his face, but his heart was pounding. He gave Gora, who came forward to meet them, a ferocious scowl,

Starting point is 05:51:40 but she was too much engaged with Madame Zatiani to notice him. And so, for that matter, was the rest of the company. Miss Dwight's gown was of black satin painted with flaming quonsettias, and clavering saw Madame Zatiani give it a swift, approving glance. Around her thin shoulders was a scarf of red tulle, that warmed her brown cheeks. She looked remarkably well, almost handsome, and her strange pale eyes were very bright.

Starting point is 05:52:10 It was evident that she was enjoying her triumphs. This, no doubt, was the crowning one, and she led Madame Zatiani into the room, leaving clavering to his own devices. It was certainly the distinguished party he had promised. There were some eight or ten of the best-known novelists and story-writers in the country, Two dramatists, several of the younger publishers, most of the young editors, critics, columnists and illustrators, famous in New York at least.

Starting point is 05:52:41 A few poets, artists, the more serious contributors to the magazines and reviews, an architect, an essayist, a sculptorist, a famous girl librarian of a great private library, three correspondence of foreign newspapers, and two visiting British authors. The men wore evening dress. The women, if not all patrons of the ranking houses and dressmakers, were correct. Even the artistic gowns stopped short of delirium. And if many of the women wore their hair short, so did all of the men. Everybody in the room was reasonably young, or had managed to preserve the appearance and spirit of youth. Clavering noticed at once that Mr. Dinwiddie was not present,

Starting point is 05:53:28 no doubt he had been ordered to keep out of the way. Miss Dwight led Madame Zatiani to the head of the room and enthroned her, but made no introductions at the moment. A young man stood by the piano, violin in hand, evidently waiting for the stir over the guest of honour to subside. The hostess gave the signal and the guests were polite, if restless. However, the playing was admirable, and Madame Zatiani, at least, gave it her undivided attention.

Starting point is 05:54:01 She was, as ever, apparently unconscious of glances veiled and open, but Clavering laid abet with himself that before the end of the encore, politely demanded, she knew what every woman in the room had on. The violinist retired. Cocktails were passed. There was a surge toward the head of the room. Clavering had dropped into a chair beside the wife of De Witt Turn. eminent novelists who however called herself in print and out susan forbes she was one of the founders of the lucy stone league stern advocates of the inalienable individuality of woman

Starting point is 05:54:42 whether you had one adored husband or many never should that individuality presumably derived from the male parent be sunk in any man's when susan's husband took his little family travelling the astonished hotel register read de witt turner susan forbes child and nurse sometimes explanations were wearisome and when travelling in europe they found it expedient to bow to prejudice several of the lucy stoners however had renounced europe for the present a reactionary government refusing to issue separate passports you took your husband's name at the altar didn't you you are legally married you are then you're no more miss than mister you go to europe as a respectable married woman or you stay at home so they stayed but they would win in the end they always did as for the husbands they were amenable whether they really approved of feministic's in extensor or were merely good-natured and indulgent after the fashion of american husbands they were at some pains to conceal or the bright young married women who were doing things however were not lucy stoners advanced as they might be in thought they were mildly sympathetic but rather liked the matronly and possessive prefix And after all, what did it matter? There were enough tiresome barriers to scale. Heaven knew. This was the age of woman, but man, heretofore predominant by right of brute strength and hallowed custom, was cultivating subtlety, and if he feminized while they masculinized, there would be the devil to pay before long. Miss Forbes was a tiny creature, wholly feminine in appearance, and in spite of her public activities,

Starting point is 05:56:39 her really brilliant and initiative mind was notoriously dependent upon her big burly husband for guidance and advice in all practical matters. When they took a holiday, the younger of his children gave him the least trouble, for she had a nurse. He dared not give his wife her ticket in a crowd lest she lose it, far less trust her to relieve his burdened mind of any of the details of travel, nor even to order a meal. Nevertheless, he invariably and with complete gravity introduced her and alluded to her as Susan Forbes, she even tabooed the miss, and he sent a check to the league when it was founded.

Starting point is 05:57:23 His novels had a quality of delicate irony, but he avowed that his motto was to live and let live. miss forbes was not pretty but she had an expressive original little face and her manners were charming janet oglethorpe was a boor beside her it was doubtful if she had ever been aggressive in manner or rude in her life although she never hesitated to give utterance to the extremest of her opinions or to maintain them to the bitter end when she sometimes sped home to have hysterics on her husband's broad chest she was one of clavering's favourites and the heroine of the comedy he so far rejected she lit a cigarette as the music finished and pinched it into a holder nearly as long as her face but even smoking never interfered with her pleasant rather deprecatory smile it must be wonderful to be an authentic beauty she said wistfully glancing at the solid falling of black backs and sleek heads at the other end of the room and she's ravishing of course the men are sleepless about her already do assure me that she is stupid nature would never treat the rest of us so unfairly as to spare brains for that enchanting skull when she hasn't enough to go round as it is i believe i'd give mine to look like that she's anything and everything but stupid ask gora they've already met well there's something she said wisely law of compensation although any woman who can look like that should have a special dispensation of providence are you interested in her clavy immensely but i want to talk to you about another friend of mine and he told her something of anne goodrich her ambitions her talents and her admiration of the new aristotle

Starting point is 05:59:20 "'Susan Forbes listened with smiling interest "'and bobbed her brown little head emphatically. "'Splendid! I'm having a party on Thursday night. "'Be sure to bring her. "'She'll need encouragement at first, poor thing, "'and I'll be only too glad to advise her. "'I'll tell Tommy Treadwell to find a studio for her. "'I've an idea there's one vacant in the Gainsborough,

Starting point is 05:59:44 "'and she'll love the outlook on the park. "'Witt can help her furnish. "'He's a wonder at picking up this. things. Mother can furnish the Kitchenette. Do you think she'll join the Lucy Stone League? No doubt. As she was brought up in the most conservative atmosphere in America, she'll leap most of the fences after she takes the first. But I don't think she's a marrying kind. I shall advise her to marry. Husbands are almost indispensable in a busy woman's life, and there are so many new ways of bringing up a baby. Do you like my gown? It was a charming,

Starting point is 06:00:20 but not extravagant slip of bright green chiffon and suited her elfishness admirably, as he told her. I paid for it myself. I paid for all my gowns, as I think it consistent, but I can't afford the expensive dressmakers yet. At least I think I've paid for it. Witt says I haven't, and that he expects the collector any day. But I must have, because I told her to send the bill at once, so that it wouldn't get lost among all the other bills on the first of the month. Your column's been simply spiffing lately, full of fire and go, but rather—what shall I call it? Explosive? What happened, Clavy? Good of you to encourage me, Susanna. I thought it's rotten. What are you working at? I've just finished a paper on John Dewey for the Atlantic. I was so proud when Witt said he hadn't a criticism to make.

Starting point is 06:01:13 I'm on a review for the Yale now, and the new century has asked me for a psychological analysis of the younger generation. I'm going to compare our post-war product with all that is known of young people and their manifestations straight back to the Stone Age. I've made a specialty of the subject. Witt has helped me a lot in research. Do you think he's gone off? Gone off? Certainly not. Every columnist in town had something to say about that last instalment of his novel. Best thing he's ever done. And that's saying all. He's strung as an ox, too. Why in Heaven's name should he go off? While baby's teething, and won't let anyone else hold her when she gets the fretting spell,

Starting point is 06:01:57 he's been up a lot lately. Clavering burst into a loud, delighted laugh. He had forgotten his personal affairs completely, as he always did when talking to this remarkable little paradox. God, that's good! And his public visualises him as a sort of Buddha, brooding, cross-legged in his library, receiving direct advice from the god of fiction. But I wouldn't have you otherwise. The 19th century blue stocking with 20th century trimming.

Starting point is 06:02:28 What now? Rollolander's Todd, the poet of Manhattan, had stalked in with a Prussian helmet on his head. His girth draped in a rich blue shawl, embroidered and fringed with white, a bit of frown on his jovial round face, and in his hand a long rod with a large blue bow on the mrs. metal point designed to shut refractory windows.

Starting point is 06:02:53 Helen Vane Baker, a contribution from society to the art of fiction, with flowing hair and arrayed in a long nightgown over her dress, fortunately white, was assisted to the top of the bookcase on the West Hall. Henry Church, a famous satirist, muffled in a fur coat, a small black silk handkerchief pinned about his lively face, stumped heavily into the room, fell in a heap on the floor against the opposite wall, and in a magnificent base growled out the resentment of Orteud. While a rising but not yet resilient pianist, with a long blonde wig from Miss Dwight's property chest,

Starting point is 06:03:34 threw his head back, shook his hands, adjusted a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and banged out the prelude to Lowengrin with amazing variations. Elsa, with her profile against the wall and her hands folded across her breast, sang what of Elsa's prayer she could remember, and with no apparent effort improvised the rest. Lowengrim pranced up and down the room,

Starting point is 06:03:59 barking out German phonetics. He did not know a word of the language, but his accent was as teutonic as his helmet. Demanding vengeance and threatening annihilation. He brandished his pole in the face of Ortrude, stamping and roaring, then, bending his nose, knees waddled across the room and prodded Elsa, who winced perceptibly, but continued to mingle her light soprano with the rolling bass of Mr. Church and the vociferations of the poet.

Starting point is 06:04:32 Finally, at the staccato command of Mr. Todd's horsoning voice, she toppled over into his arms, and they both fell on Ortrude. The nonsense was over. No one applauded more spontaneously than Madame Zatiani, and she even drank a cocktail. By this time, everyone in the room had been introduced to her, and she was chatting as if she hadn't a care in the world. As far as clavering could see, she had every intention of making a sophisticated night of it. The pianist, after a brief interval for recuperation, played with deafening vehemence, and then with excruciating sweetness. Once more, cocktails were passed, and then there was a charade. by Todd, Susan Forbes, and the handsome young English sculptress, which Madame Zatiani followed

Starting point is 06:05:23 with puzzled interest, and was so delighted with herself for getting the word before the climax, that she clapped her hand and laughed like a child. More music, more cocktails, a brief, impromptu play full of witty nonsense, caricaturing several of the distinguished company, whose appreciation was somewhat dubious, and Miss Dwight led the way down to some. upper clavering watched madame zattiani go out with the good-looking young editor of one of the staid old fiction magazines which he had recently levered out of its rut by the wayside cranked up and driven with a magnificent gesture into the front rank of youth she was talking with the greatest animation he hardly recognized her and it was apparent that she had entered into the spirit of the evening quite reconciled to any dearth of intellectual refreshment The supper of hot oysters chicken salad, every known variety of sandwich, icees and cakes, was taken standing for the most part. Madame Zatiani, however, once more enthroned at the head of the room,

Starting point is 06:06:31 women as well as men dancing attendance upon her. Prohibition, a dead letter to all who could afford to patronise the underground mart, had but added to the spice of life, and it was patent that Miss Dwight had a cellar. more cocktails high balls sherry were passed continuously and two enthusiastic guests made a punch fashionable young actors and actresses began to arrive hilarity waxed impromptu speeches were made songs rose on every key then suddenly some one ran up to the victola and turned on the jazz and in a twinkling the dining-room was deserted furniture in the large room upstairs was pushed to the the wall and the night entered on its last phase then only did madame zatiani signify her intention of retiring and clavering to whom such entertainments were too familiar to banish for more than a moment his heavy disquiet hastened to her side with a sigh of relief and a sinking sensation behind his ribs madame zatiani made her farewells not only with graciousness but with unmistakable sincerity in her protestations of having passed her her most interesting evening in New York.

Starting point is 06:07:52 Miss Dwight went up to the dressing-room with her, and clavering, retrieving hat and topcoat, waited for her at the front door. She came down radiant and talking animatedly to her hostess, but when they had parted and she was alone with clavering, her face seemed suddenly to turn to stone, and her lips drooped. As she was about to pass him, she shrank back,

Starting point is 06:08:16 and then raised her eyes to his. In that fleeting moment they looked as when he had met them first, inconceivably old, wise, disillusioned. Now for it, he thought grimly, as he closed the door, and followed her out to the pavement. The Lord have mercy,

Starting point is 06:08:40 and then he made a sudden resolution. End of Chapter 28. of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librefoch's recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 29 Madame Zatiani did not utter a word during the short walk to her house.

Starting point is 06:09:10 It was evident that she had dismissed the merry evening from her mind and was brooding on the coming hour. At the top of the steps, she handed him the latchkey, but still lingered outside for a moment. As he took her hand and drew her gently into the house, he felt that she was trembling. Come, he said, his own voice shaking.

Starting point is 06:09:32 Remember that you need to tell me nothing unless you wish. This idea of confession before marriage is infernal rot. I have not the least intention of making one of my own. Oh, she gave a short, harsh laugh. I should never dream of asking for any man's confession. They are all alike, and I must. tell you, I cannot leave you to hear it from others. He helped her out of her wrap, and she threw the lace scarf on a chair and proceeded him slowly down the hall. I am a coward, a coward, she thought heavily. Have I ever felt moral cowardice before? I don't remember, not toward any other man who loved me.

Starting point is 06:10:18 But, oh God, and I shall never see him again. How shall I begin? How shall I begin? She was totally unprepared for the beginning. She heard him shut the library door, and then it seemed to her that her entire body was encircled by flexible hot bars of iron, and her face, her mouth, were being flagellated. If he hadn't held her in that vice-like grip, she would have fallen. She lay back on his arm as he kissed her, and for the moment she forgot the past and the future.

Starting point is 06:10:53 and was happy, although she felt dimly that life was being drained out of her. She was passive in that fierce, possessive embrace. She had lost all sense of separateness. "'I won't listen to your story,' he muttered. "'This is no time for talk.' His voice, hoarse and shaking as it was, broke the spell. With a sudden lithe movement she twisted herself out of his arms, Before he realized what was happening,

Starting point is 06:11:24 she had run across the room, snatched the key from the door, and locked it on the other side. He heard her run up the stairs. Clavering did and said most of the things men do and say when bought in mid-flight, but in a moment he took the little key

Starting point is 06:11:41 from the drawer in the table and poured himself out of whiskey and soda. He had taken almost nothing at the party, lit a cigarette and threw himself into a chair. he had no desire to stride up and down he felt as if all the strength had gone out of him but he felt no apprehension that she had left him for the night nor should he take possession of her again until she had told her story he reflected with what humour was left in him that when a woman had something to say and was determined to say it the only thing to do was to let her talk words to a woman were as esteemed to say it words to a woman were as esteemed to a boiler and no man could control her mind until she had talked off the lid. She was giving him time to cool off, he reflected grimly, as he glanced at the clock.

Starting point is 06:12:36 Well, he felt heavy and inert enough, hideous reaction. He was in a condition to listen to anything. If she was determined to work her will on him, at least he had worked on her for a brief moment. She knew now that in the future She might as well try to resist death itself Let her have her last fling He rose as she entered And for the moment his heart failed him He had never seen even her look more like marble

Starting point is 06:13:08 And she did not meet his eyes As she crossed the room and seated herself So that her profile would be toward him As she talked As she had chosen the large high-back chair Clavering knowing her love of comfort hoped that her discourse was to be brief. When I finish, she said in her low, vital voice,

Starting point is 06:13:30 I shall leave the room immediately, and I must have your word that you will make no attempt to detain me, and that you will go at once and not return until Monday afternoon. I shall not wish to see you again until you have had time to deliberate calmly on what I shall tell you. I do not want any embarrassed protests from a gallant gentleman, whose confusion of mind is second only to his chivalrous dismay. Have I your word?

Starting point is 06:13:58 It never takes me long to make up my mind. That may be, but I intend to save you from an embarrassing situation. You need not come on Monday unless you wish. You may write. Or, for that matter, if I do not hear from you on Monday by four, I shall understand. I—for God's sake, Mary. You must do as I say. this time and and you could not overcome me again tonight I can turn myself to stone when I choose oh

Starting point is 06:14:31 he ground his teeth his own nerves might be lulled for the moment but he had anticipated reaction when she finished her story very well but it is for the last time my dear and why Monday why not this afternoon you must sleep and write your column is it not so? Moreover, and deliberately, I am lunching with Mrs. Reiler and dining at the Lawrence's. Very well, Monday, then.

Starting point is 06:15:01 You have set the stage. If I must be a puppet for once in my life, so be it. But I repeat, it's for the last time. Now, for heaven's sake, go ahead and get it off your chest. And you will let me go without a word, otherwise I shall not speak,

Starting point is 06:15:19 and I'll leave the room again, and not return. Very well, I promise. I told part of it the other day at Mrs. Oglethorpe's luncheon. I had told her before. But there's so much else. I hardly know how to begin with you, and I have not the habit of talking about myself,

Starting point is 06:15:39 but I suppose I should begin at the beginning. It is one of the formula. It is the most difficult of all that beginning, and although she had announced the torpidity of her, nerves, her hands clenched and her voice shook slightly. Let me remind you that to begin anywhere, you've got to begin somewhere. And then, as she continued silent, he burst out, For God's sake, say it.

Starting point is 06:16:08 Is, is it possible that the suspicion has never crossed your mind, that I am Mary Ogden? What? Mary Ogden, who married Count Zatiani, 34 years ago. I was 24 at the time. You may do your own arithmetic. But clavering made no answer. His cigarette was burning a hole in the carpet. He mechanically set his foot on it, but his faculties felt suspended.

Starting point is 06:16:40 His body immersed in ice water. And yet something in his unconscious rose and laughed, and tossed up a key. If he had not fallen in love with her, he would have found that key long since. His new sense rarely failed him. I've told a good many lies, I'm afraid, she went on, and her voice was even and cool. The worst was over. You'll have to forgive me that at least.

Starting point is 06:17:07 I disliked damn right lying, if only because concessions are foreign to my nature, and I quibbled when it was possible. But when cornered there was no other way out. I had no intention of being forced to tell you or anyone the truth until I chose to tell it. Well, you had your little comedy. It did amuse me for a time, but I think I explained all that in my letter. I also explained why I came to America, and that if I had not met you, I should probably have come and gone, and no one but Judge Trent being the wiser.

Starting point is 06:17:43 I have prepared him by letter, and to him, I suppose, it has been a huge comedy, with no tragic sequel. Be sure that I never entertained the thought that I could ever love any man again, but I have made up my mind to disenchance you as far as possible, not only for your sake, but my own. I wish you to know exactly whom you have fallen in love with. You grow more interesting every moment, said Claver and Gervoir. politely, and I have never been one half as interested in my life. Perhaps you have heard, Mrs. Oglethorpe, I should think, would be very much disposed to talk about old times,

Starting point is 06:18:27 that I was a great bell in New York. Bells were fashionable in those days of more marked individuality. I suppose no girl ever had more proposals. Naturally I grew to understand my power over men perfectly. I had that white and regular beauty combined with animation and great sex magnetism, which always convinces men that under the snow volcanic fires are burning. I was experienced, under the Frankist exterior, in all the subtle arts of the coquette. Men, to me, were a sort of musical instrument from which I could evoke any harmony or cacophony I chose.

Starting point is 06:19:07 What held the men I played with and rejected was my real gift for good. fellowship, my loyalty in friendship, and some natural sweetness of disposition. But such power makes a woman, particularly while young, somewhat heartless and callous, and I was convinced that I had no capacity for love myself, especially as I found all men rather ridiculous. I met Otto Zatiani in Paris, where he was attached to the embassy of the dual empire. He was an impetuous wooer, and very handsome. I did not love him. But I was fascinated. Moreover, I was tired of American men and American life. Diplomacy appealed to my ambition, my love of power and intrigue. He was also a nobleman with greatest states. There could be no suspicion that he was influenced by my

Starting point is 06:20:03 fortune. He followed me back to New York, and although my parents were opposed to all foreigners, I had my way. There was the usual wedding in St. Thomas's, and we sailed immediately for Europe. I hated him at once. I shall not go into the details of that marriage. Fortunately, he soon tired of me and returned to his mistresses.

Starting point is 06:20:27 To him, I was the galateer that no man could bring to life. But he was very proud of me and keenly aware of my value as the wife of an ambitious diplomatist. He treated me with courtesy and concerned himself not at all with my private life. He knew my pride and believed that where he had failed, no man could succeed. In short, that I would never consider divorce nor elopement,

Starting point is 06:20:54 nor even run the risk of less public scandals. I was not unhappy. I was rid of him. I had a great position, and there was everything to distract my mind. I was not so interested in the inner way. workings of diplomacy as I was later, but the comedy of jealousy and intrigue in a diplomatic set was amusing from the first. I was very beautiful, I entertained magnificently, I was called the best-dressed woman in Paris, I was besieged by men, men who were a good deal more difficult to manage

Starting point is 06:21:28 than chivalrous Americans, particularly as I was now married and the natural prey of the hunter. but it was several years before I could think of men without a shudder, little as I permitted them to suspect it. I learned to play the subtle and absorbing game of men and women, as it is played to perfection in the bolder civilizations. It was all that gave vitality to the general game of society. I had no children. My establishment was run by a major domo.

Starting point is 06:22:01 It bore little resemblance to a home. It was the brilliant artificial existence of a great lady, young, beautiful and wealthy, in Europe before 1914. Of course, that phase of life was suspended in Europe during the war. All the women I knew or heard of worked as hard as I did. Whether that terrible interregnum left its indelible seal on them, or whether they have rebounded to the old life, where conditions are less agonising than in Vienna, I do not know. She paused a moment and clavering unconsciously braced himself. Her initial revelation had left the deeper and more personal part of him stand,

Starting point is 06:22:44 and he was listening to her with a certain detachment. So far she had revealed little that Dimwidi had not told him already, and as he knew that this brief recapitulation of her earlier life was not prompted by vanity, he could only wonder if it were the suggestive preface to that secret volume at which Dinwiddie had hinted more than once. As she continued silent, he got suddenly to his feet. I'll walk up and down a bit if you don't mind, he muttered. I'm rather, getting rather cramped.

Starting point is 06:23:17 Do, she said indifferently. Please go on. I am deeply interested. She continued in a particularly level voice while he strode unevally up and down. Of course the time came when ugly memories faded, my buoyant youth asserted itself and I wanted love. But when a woman feels a crying need to love, as well as to be loved,

Starting point is 06:23:41 her whole being a peremptory demand. Unsatisfied romance quickening, she is not long finding the man. I had many to choose from. I made my choice and was happy for a time. Although I had been brought up in the severest respectability, just recall Jane Oglethorpe, Mrs. Bain, Mrs. Rila, and you will be able to reconstruct the atmosphere.

Starting point is 06:24:07 Several of the women I had known as a girl had lovers. It seemed to me that American women came to Europe for no other purpose, and I was now living at the fountainhead of polite license. Not that I made any apologies to myself. I should have taken a lover if I had wanted one, had virtue been the fashion, and the contract with my husband had been dissolved by mutiny. consent. The only thing that rebelled was my pride. I hated stepping down from my pedestal. Clavering gave a short, barking laugh. Your arrogance is the most magnificent thing about you,

Starting point is 06:24:47 and that is saying more than I could otherwise express. I'll fortify myself before you proceed further, if you will permit. He poured himself out a drink, and returned to his chair with the glass in his hand. Pray, go on. She had not turned her head and continued to look into the fire. She might have been posing to a sculptor for a bust that would hardly look more like marble when finished. I soon discovered that I had not found happiness. Men want, they rarely love. I realized that I had demanded in love far more than passion, and I received nothing else. I am not going to tell you how many lovers I have had. It is none of your business.

Starting point is 06:25:35 Clavering, staring at her, had forgotten his first shock. Everything but her living presence. Forgotten also that he had once apprehended something of the sort, then dismissed it from his mind. He spilt the whiskey over the arm of the chair, then sprang to his feet and began to pace the room once more. She went on calmly. disappointment does not mean the end of seeking they gave me little that i wanted they were clever and adroit enough in the prelude

Starting point is 06:26:08 they knew how to create the illusion that in them alone could be found the fulfilment of all aspiration and desire no doubt they satisfied many women but they could not satisfy me but they could not satisfy me they gave me little i did not find in the mere society of the many brilliant and accomplished men with whom i was surrounded i had a rapacious mind and there was ample satisfaction for it in the men who haunted my salon and were constantly to be met elsewhere european men are astri they are interested in every vital subject intellectual and political despite the itch of amour there did not deliberate cult of sex. They like to talk. Conversation is an art. My mind was never uncompanioned, but that deeper spiritual rapacity, one offspring of passion as it may be, they could not satisfy. For love with them is always too confused with animalism and is desiccated in the art of lovemaking. Fidelity is a virtue relegated to the bourgeois. What about Englishmen, demanded clavering sarcastically, I thought they were bad artists but real lovers.

Starting point is 06:27:30 I know little of Englishmen. Zatiani was never appointed to St. James's, and although, of course, I met many of them in the service on the continent, and even visited London several times, it must have happened that I was interested in someone else, or in a state of profound reaction from love at the time. At least so I infer. It is a long while ago. I remember only the fact. Those whom I tried to love would soon have tired of me had I not played the game as adroitly as themselves, and if I had permitted them to feel sure of me.

Starting point is 06:28:07 The last thing any of them wanted was depth of feeling, tragic passion. My most desperate affair was my last, after a long interval. I was in my early 40s. I had thought myself too utterly disillusioned ever to imagine myself in love again. Men are gross and ridiculous creatures in the main, and aside from my personal disappointments, I thought it was time for that chapter of my life to finish. I was amusing myself with diplomatic intrigue. I was in the Balkans at the time, that breeding ground of war microbes,

Starting point is 06:28:43 and I was interested in a very delicate situation in which I played a certain part. The awakening was violent. He was an Austrian, with an important place. place in the government. He came to Belgrade on a private mission. He was a very great person in many ways, and I think I really loved him, for he seemed to me entirely worthy of it. He certainly was mad enough about me for a time, for a year to be exact. When he returned to Vienna, it was not difficult for me to find an excuse to go also. Although Zatiani was a Hungarian, he never visited his Hungarian estates except for the boar hunting, and spent his time when on leave, or between appointments,

Starting point is 06:29:29 in Vienna, where he had inherited a palace. I must tell you that the city residence of a nobleman in the dual empire was always called a palace, however much it might look like a house. I shall always remember this man with a certain pleasure and respect, but he is the only man who ever made me suffer. A woman forgets the lovers she has dismissed as quickly as possible. Their memory is hateful to her, like the memory of all mistakes. But this man made me suffer horribly. He married a young girl out of duty to his house, and unexpectedly fell in love with her. Therefore, although I recovered, and completely, still do I sometimes dwell with a certain cynical pleasure on the memory of him.

Starting point is 06:30:16 Have you never seen him since? asked Claver and. sharply, he had returned to his chair. How long ago was that? Quite 16 years ago. I did not visit Vienna again for several years, in fact, not until after my husband's death, when I returned there to live, but by that time I had lost both youth and beauty. His wife had died, but left him an heir, and he showed no disposition to marry again. Certainly he was as indifferent to me as I to him. We often met, and as he respected my mind and my knowledge of European affairs, we talked politics together, and he sometimes asked my advice. But to go back, after that was over, I determined to put love definitely out of my life. I believed then, and finally, that I had not the gift of

Starting point is 06:31:09 inspiring love, nor would I ever risk humiliation and suffering again. I played the great game of life, and politics. I was still beautiful for a few years. I had an increasingly great position, or the advantages obvious and subtle, that money could procure. My maid was very clever. My gowns, as time went on, were of a magnificent simplicity, all frou-fus were renounced. I had no mind to invite the valuation I heard applied to certain American women in Paris, elderly and dressy. Clavering laughed for the first time. I wonder you ever made a mistake of any sort.

Starting point is 06:31:53 I also wonder if you are a type, as well as an individual. I have, I think, followed intelligently your psychological involutions and convolutions so far. I am only hoping you will not get beyond my death. What was your attitude toward your past mistakes beyond what you have told me? Did you suffer remorse, as I have. am told women do when they either voluntarily renounce or are permitted to sin no more. I neither regarded them as mistakes, nor did I suffer remorse. Every human being makes what are called mistakes, and those happened to be mine.

Starting point is 06:32:31 Therefore, I dismiss them to the limbo of the inevitable. As your world, I am told, looks upon you as the coming dramatist, it may appeal to your imagination to visualize that secret and vital and dramatic undercurrent of what was on the surface a proud and splendid life. Or, if there are regrets, it is for the weight of memories, the completeness of disillusion, the slaying of mental youth, which cannot survive brutal facts. I think that, for women of my type,

Starting point is 06:33:05 what may be called the intellectual siren, the lover phase, is inevitable. We are goaded not only, by the imperious demands of womanhood and the hope of the perfect companion, but by curiosity, love of adventure, ennui, possibly some more obscure complex, vengeance on the husband who has wrecked our first illusions, on life itself. Bringing up family and social traditions have nothing to do with it. Only opportunity counts. Moreover, we are not the product of our immediate forebears, but of a thousand,

Starting point is 06:33:43 thousand unknown ancestors. God, true enough! Unfortunately, these women who have wasted so much time on love never realize the tragic futility until time himself disposes of temptation, and then it is too late for

Starting point is 06:34:00 anything but regrets of another sort. The war may have solved the problem for many a desperate spirit. My own case has assumed an entirely different complexion. With my youth restored, I have the world at my feet once more, but safeguarded by the wisdom of experience, insofar as a mortal ever may be. The bare idea of that old game of prowling sex fills me with ennui and disgust. The body may be young again, but my mind,

Starting point is 06:34:32 re-energized though it is, is packed with memories, a very book of life. When I found that my beauty was restored, I thought of nothing. less than returning to the conquest of men in the old manner, although quite aware of its powerful aid in the work I have made up my mind to do in Austria. Of late, of course, I have thought of little else, but what this recrudescence of my youth means to you and to myself. But please do not interrupt. This I shall not discuss with you again until Monday, if then. But once more, I wish to impress you with the fact that I indulge in the nothing so futile as regrets for my past. Sackcloth and ashes provokes nothing but a smile from

Starting point is 06:35:18 women of my type and class. Moreover, I believe that my education would not be complete without that experience. Mine, understand. I am not speaking for women of other temperaments, opportunities, of less intellect, of humbler character, weaker will. And if I had persisted in virtue at that time, I should probably make a fool of myself today, an even more complete fool than women do when they feel youth slipping, but still are able with the aid of art and arts to fascinate younger men. That almost standardised chapter I renounce peremptorily. My pride was too great to permit me to be foolish even in the privacy of my mind over men half my age.

Starting point is 06:36:05 Nor did I make any of the usual frantic attempts to keep looking, young. I had seen too much of that, laughed at it too often. Nevertheless, I hated the approach of age, the decay of beauty, the death of magnetism, as bitterly as the silliest woman I had ever met. Some women merely fade, lose their complexions, the brightness of their eyes and hair, others grow heavy, solid, stout or flabby. The muscles of the face and neck loosen and sag, the features alter. I seemed slowly to dry up, whither. There was no flesh to hang or loose skin to wrinkle, but it seemed to me that I had ten thousand lines. I thought it a horrid fate. I could not know that nature, meaning to be cruel, had given me the best chance for the renewal

Starting point is 06:36:59 of the appearance, as well as the fact of youth. I suppose all this seems trivial to you, the mourning over lost youth? Not at all. It must have been held to a woman like you. As for women in general, they may make more fuss about it, but I fancy they hate it less than men. Yes, men are vainer than women, said Madame Zatiani, indifferently, but I have yet to waste any sympathy on men. I suppose I only fully realise that my youth, my beauty, my magnetic charm had gone when men ceased to make violent love to me. They still paid court, for I was a very important person. My great prestige was a sort of halo, and I had never neglected my mind. There was nothing of significance I had not read during all those years. I was as profoundly interested in the great political

Starting point is 06:37:53 currents of Europe, seen and unseen, as any man, or as any intelligent woman of European society. Moreover, I had the art of life down to a fine point, and I had not forgotten that even in friendship, men are drawn to the subtle woman who knows how to envelop herself in a certain mystery. And European men are always eager to talk with an accomplished woman, even if she has no longer the power to stir their facile passions. When I realized that my sex power had left me, I adopted an entirely new set of tactics. Never would I provoke a cynical smile on the faces I once had the power to distort. With no evidence of regret for my lost enchantment, I remained merely the alert and always interested woman of the world, to whom men, if sufficiently entertaining,

Starting point is 06:38:49 were welcome companions for the moment, nothing more. I cemented many friendships, I cultivated a cynical philosophy for my own private sucker, and although for a time there were moments of bewildered groping and of intense rebellion, or a sudden and hideous sense of inferiority, I twisted the necks of those noxious weeds, thrusting themselves upward into my consciousness, and threatening to strangle it, and trampled them under the heel of my will.

Starting point is 06:39:21 It was by no means the least happy interval of my life, For I was very healthy. I took a great deal of outdoor exercise, and there was a sense of freedom I never had experienced before. Love is slavery, and I was no longer a slave. After my husband's death, as I told you, I opened the Satyani Palace in Vienna once more. My nephew and his wife preferred Paris,

Starting point is 06:39:46 and I leased it from them, expecting to follow the life I have mapped out, until I was too old for interests of any sort. I had a brilliant salon, and I was something of a political power. Of course, I knew that the war was coming long before hatreds and ambitions reached their climax, and advised this man of whom I have spoken, Mathieu Loios, and other friends, to invest large sums of money in the United States. Judge Trent arranged a trusteeship in each case.

Starting point is 06:40:19 Where is this man? I do not know. He went down with the old regisier. of course, and would be a pauper but for these American investments and a small amount in Switzerland. He has occupied no position in the new government, although he was a liberal in politics. What he is doing, I have no idea. I have not seen him for years. Well, go on. It was only when I became aware of a growing mental assitude, a constant sense of effort in talking everlastingly on subjects that called for constant alertness, and often

Starting point is 06:40:54 reorientation, that I was really aghast and began to look toward the future, not only with a sense of helplessness, but of intolerable weariness. I used to feel an inclination to turn my head away with an actual physical gesture when concentration was imperative. I thought that my condition was psychological, that I had lived too much and too hard, that my memory was overburdened, and my sense of the futility and meaninglessness of life. too overwhelming. But I know now that the condition was physical, the result of the degeneration of certain cells. I spent the summer alone on my estate in Hungary, and when it was over, I determined to close the palace in Vienna and remain in the country. I could not go back to that

Starting point is 06:41:44 restless, high-pitched life, with its ceaseless gaiety on the one hand, and its feverish politics and portentous rumblings on the other. My tired, mind rebelled, and the long strain had told on my health. I lived an almost completely outdoor life, riding, walking, swimming in the lake, hunting, but careful not to overtax my returning strength. I was not in love with life, far from it, but I had no intention of adding invalidism to my other disintegrations. In the evening I played cards with my secretary or practiced at the piano, with some revival of my old interest in music. I read little, even in the newspapers.

Starting point is 06:42:29 I was become, save perhaps for my music, an automaton. But although I did not improve in appearance, my health was completely restored, and when the war came I was in perfect condition for the arduous task I immediately undertook. Moreover, my mind torpid for a year was free and refreshed for those practical details it must grapple with at once.

Starting point is 06:42:55 I turned the Zatiani Palace in Budapest into a hospital, and then for four years I was again an automaton, but this time a necessary and useful one. When I thought about myself at all, it seemed to me that this selfless and strenuous interval was the final severance from my old life. If society in Europe today were miraculously restored to its pre-war brilliancy,

Starting point is 06:43:20 indifferent to little but excitement and pleasure. There would be nothing in it for me. Now I come to the miracle, and while she recapitulated what she had told the women at Mrs. Oglethorpe's luncheon, clavering listened without chaos in his accompanying thoughts. Certainly man's span is too brief now, she concluded. He withers and dies at an age when, if he has lived sanely,

Starting point is 06:43:46 and when a man abuses his natural functions, he generally dies before old age anyhow. He is beginning to see life as a whole, with that detachment that comes when his personal hold on life and affairs is relaxing, when he has realised his mistakes and has attained a mental and moral orientation, which could be of inestimable service to his fellow men,

Starting point is 06:44:11 and to civilization in general. What you call crankiness in old people, so trying to the younger generations, does not arise from natural hatefulness of disposition and a released congenital selfishness, but from atrophying glands and, no doubt, a subtle rebellion against nature, for consigning men to ineptitude

Starting point is 06:44:33 when they should be entering upon their best period of usefulness and philosophical, as well as active enjoyment of life. Science has defeated nature at many points, the isolation of germs, the discovery, of toxins and serums, the triumph over diseases that once wasted whole nations and brought about the fall of empires, the arrest of infant mortality, the marvels of vivisection and surgery, the list is endless. It is entirely logical and no more marvellous that science should be able to arrest senescence. Put back the clock. The wonder is that it has not been done

Starting point is 06:45:15 before. She rose, still looking down at the fire, which clavering had replenished twice. I am going now, and I have no fear that you will not keep your promise, but remember this when thinking it over. I do not merely look young again. I am young. I am not the years I have passed in this world. I am the age of the rejuvenated glands in my body. Someday we shall have the proverb, A man is as old as his endocrines. Of course, I cannot have children. The treatment is identical with that for sterilisation. This consideration may influence you.

Starting point is 06:45:57 I shall use no argument nor seductions. You will have decided upon all that before we meet again. Good night. And she was gone. End of Chapter 29. Chapter 30 of Blot. Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson, Chapter 30. It seemed to clavering that he had run the gamut of emotions while

Starting point is 06:46:38 listening to that brief biography, so sterilely told, but there had also been times when he had felt as if suspended in a void, even while visited by flashes of acute consciousness, that he was being called upon to know himself for the first time in his life, and in such fashion as no man had ever been called upon to know himself before. There was no precedent in life or in fiction to guide him, and he had realised with a sensation of panic, even while she talked, that it was doubtful if anyone had ever understood himself since the dawn of time. Man had certain standards, fixed beliefs, ideals, above all habits, how often they scattered to the winds under some unheralded or teratogenic stress. He had seen it more than once, and not only in war. Every man had at least

Starting point is 06:47:34 two personalities that he was aware of, and he dimly guessed at others. Some were frank enough to admit that they had not an idea what they would do in a totally unfamiliar situation. Clavering had sometimes emblemized man, and his personalities with the old game of the ivory egg. A twist and the outer egg revealed an inner, another and one beheld a third, and so on to the inner, unmanipulatable sphere, which might stand for the always inscrutable soul. Like all intelligent men, he had a fair knowledge of these two outer layers of personality, and he had sometimes had a flashing glimpse of others too elusive to seize or put under the microscopic eye of the mind. What did he know of himself?

Starting point is 06:48:26 He asked the question again as he sat in his own deep chair in the early morning hours. The heat in the hotel had been turned off, and he had lit the gas logs in the grate, symbol of the artificialities of civilization that had played their insidious role in man's outer and more familiar. familiar personality. Perhaps they struck deeper, habit more often than not dominated original impulse. His own room, where he was nearly always alone, with its warm red curtains and rug, the low bookcases built under his direction and filled with his favourite books, the refectory table and other pieces of dark old English oak that he had brought from home, and several family portraits on the wall, restored his equilibrium, and his brain was abnormally clear.

Starting point is 06:49:18 He wondered if he would ever sleep again. Better think it over now. Mary Zatiani, as she talked, had never changed her expression. She might have been some ancient oracle reciting her credo, and she seemed to have narcotized that magnetic current that had always vibrated between them. nevertheless he had been fully aware that she felt like nothing less than an oracle or the marble bus she looked and that her soul was rapt and possibly fainting but mastered by her formidable will formidable did that word best express her was she one of the superwomen who could find no mate on earth and must look for her god on another star he certainly was no superman himself to breathe on her plane and mate that that incarnate will. Had she any human weakness? Even that subterranean sex life in her past

Starting point is 06:50:16 had not been due to weakness. She was far too arrogant for that. Life had been her footstool. She had kicked it about contemptuously. Even her readjustments had been for the dictates of her imperious will. And her pride. She was a female Lucifer in pride.

Starting point is 06:50:37 no doubt the men she had dismissed had been secretly relieved, stung for the only time in their lives, perhaps, with a sense of inferiority. It must have been like receiving the casual favours of the queen on her throne. Well, she had got it in the neck once. There was some satisfaction in that. He wished he knew the man's name. He'd hunt him up and thank him in behalf of his sex. For an hour he excoriated her, hated her, hated her. feared her, dissociating her from the vast army of womanhood, but congratulating himself upon having known her.

Starting point is 06:51:15 She was a unique, if crucifying, study. With restored youth superimposed upon that exhaustive knowledge of her life, every phase of it that counted in her calculations, the rejuvenation of all her great natural endowments, she'd probably go back and rule Europe. What do you could she possibly have for any man. He made himself a cup of coffee over his electric stove, turned off the malodrous gas, which affected his head, stood out on his balcony for a moment, then lit his pipe and felt in a more mellow mood.

Starting point is 06:51:54 After all, she had suffered as only a woman so liberally endowed could suffer, and over a long period of years. She had known despair and humiliation and bewilderment, lethargic hopelessness, and finally a complete sacrifice of self. His imagination, in spite of his rebellious soul, had furnished the background for that bold recital. And she must have an indomitable soul, some inner, superfine, spiritual essence,

Starting point is 06:52:25 with which arrogance and even pride had less to do than she imagined. Otherwise, after the life she had led, she would either have become an imperious, uncomfortable old woman, or one of those faltering non-entities, crowded into the backwaters of life by a generation which inspires them with nothing but timidity and disapproval. Towering individualities often go down to defeat in old age. And nothing could alter the fact that she was the most beautiful

Starting point is 06:52:57 and the most wholly desirable woman he had ever known, the one woman who had focused every aspiration of his mind, his soul and his body. He knew he must ask himself the inevitable question and face it without blinking. Was he appalled by her real age? Could he ever get away from the indubitious fact that whatever miracle science may have effect, her literal age was verging on sixty? If she were not an old woman, she had been. one, that beautiful body had withered, undesired of all men, that perfect face had been the battered

Starting point is 06:53:37 mirror of an aged ego. He did not ask himself if the metamorphosis would last, if the shell might not wither again tomorrow. He was abreast of the important scientific discoveries of his day and was not at all astonished that the problem of senescence should be solved. It was no more remarkable than wireless. The runcan ray, the properties of radium or any one of the beneficent contributions of science to the well-being of mankind

Starting point is 06:54:08 that were now too familiar for discussion he had heard a good deal of this particular discovery as applied to men no doubt Dimwidi and Osborne would soon be appearing as gay young sparks on her doorstep it might be the greatest discovery of all time

Starting point is 06:54:26 but it certainly would work both ways While its economic value might be indisputable, and even, as she had guessed, it's spiritual, it would be hard on the merely young. The mutual hatreds of capital and labour would sink into insignificance before the antagonism between authentic youth and age inverted. On the other hand, it might mean the millennium, the threat of overpopulation, for man's architectonic powers were restored, if not women. to say nothing of his prolonged sojourn. Would at last rouse the lawmakers

Starting point is 06:55:06 to the imperious necessity of eugenics, birth control, sterilization of the unfit, and the expulsion of undesirable races. It might even stimulate youth to a higher level than satisfied it at present. Human nature might attain perfection. However, he was in no mood for abstract speculation. his own problem was absorbing enough he might as well itemize the questions he had to face and examine them one by one and dispassionately he would never feel more emotionless than now and that mental state was very rare that enabled a man to think clearly and see further than a yard ahead of him

Starting point is 06:55:49 her real age could he ever forget it should he not always see the old face under the new mask as the x-rays revealed man's hint interior under its merciful covering of flesh but he knew that one of the most beneficent gifts bestowed upon mankind is the talent of forgetting particularly when one object had been displaced by another reiteration dulls the memory he might say to himself every hour in the day that she was sixty not thirty and the phrase would soon become as meaningless as absent-minded replies to remarks about the weather and he doubted if any man could look at mary zatiani for three consecutive minutes and recall that she had ever been old or imagine that she ever could be old again however prone man may be to dream he is unless one of the visionaries dominated by the present what he wants he wants now and he wants what he sees not what may be lurking in the future that is the secret of the early and often imprudent marriage the urge of the race and if a man is not deterred by mere financial considerations still less is he troubled by visions of what his enamorata will look like thirty years hence or what she might have looked like had disease prematurely withered her he sees what he sees and if he is satisfied at all he is as completely satisfied as a man may be he made no doubt that mary satyani would have if she chose as many suitors among men of his own age as among her former contemporaries they would discuss the phenomenon furiously joke about it try to imagine her as she had been backwater return out of curiosity hesitate speculate and then forget it.

Starting point is 06:57:50 No one would forget it sooner than himself. He had no doubt whatever, that when he went to her house tomorrow afternoon, he would remember as long as she kept him waiting, and no longer. So that was that. Did he want children? They charmed him, sometimes,

Starting point is 06:58:09 but he had never been conscious of any desire for a brood of his own. He knew that many men felt an even profound a need of offspring, than women. Men's ego is more strident, the desire to perpetuate itself more insistent. His foresight is more extended. Moreover, however subconsciously, his sense of duty to the race is stronger. But he doubted if any man would weigh the reputation of his ego against his ego's demand to mate with a woman like Mary Satyani. He certainly would not. That was final. What was it she demanded in love, that she had sought so ardently and ever missed? Could he give it to her?

Starting point is 06:58:54 Was she merely glamoured once more, caught up again in the delusions of youth, with her revived brain and reawakened senses, and this time only because the man was of a type novel in her cognizance of men? Useless to plead the urge of the race in her case, nevertheless many women denied the power of reproduction fell as mistakenly in love as the most fertile of their sisters but hardly a woman of mary zatiani's exhaustive experience she certainly should know her own mind her instincts by this time must be compounded of technical knowledge not the groping inherited flashes playing about the shallow soil of youth if her instincts had centred on him there must be some deeper meaning than passion or even intellectual homology after all their conversations if vital had been few in number perhaps she had found with her minds trained antenni some one of those hidden layers of personality which she alone could reveal to himself what was it she wanted far more than love-making and mental correspondence what was it

Starting point is 07:00:10 he wished he knew tenderness he could give her that in full measure sentiment he was no sentimentalist but he believed that he possessed the finer quality fidelity that was not worth consideration appreciation of the deepest and best in her, sympathetic understanding of all her mistakes, and of all that she had suffered? She knew the answer, as well as he did, the ability to meet her in many moods, never to weary her with monotony. He was a man of many moods himself. What had saved him from early matrimony was a certain monotony in women, the cleverest of them. But there must be something beyond, some subtle, spiritual demand developed throughout nearly twice as many years. as he had dwelt on earth, born not of an aspiring soul and terrible disenchantments,

Starting point is 07:01:02 but of a wisdom that only years of deep and living experience, no mere intelligence, however brilliant, could hope to assemble. He was 34. There was no possible question that at 58, if he lived sanely, and his intellectual faculties had progressed unimpaired, he would look back upon 34 as the non-age of life. when the future was a misty abyss of wisdom whose brink he had barely trod she herself was an abyss of wisdom how in god's name could he ever cross it her body might be young again but never her mind never her mind and then he had a flash of insight perhaps he alone could rejuvenate that mind certainly he could make her forget men and women would be aged at thirty but for this beneficent gift of forgetting he could make the present vivid enough he explored every nook of those personalities of his mind determined to discover if he felt any sense of inferiority to this woman who knew so much more had lived

Starting point is 07:02:12 and thought and felt so much more than himself, whom he still visioned on a plane above and apart. No woman was ever more erudite in the most brilliant and informing declensions of life, whatever the disenchantments, and for 30 years she had known in varying degrees of intimacy, the ablest and most distinguished men in Europe. She had been at no pains to conceal her opinion

Starting point is 07:02:39 of their intellectual superiority over American men, he concluded dispassionately that he never could feel inferior to any woman. Women might arrest the attention of the world with their talents, change laws and ring a better deal out of life than man had accorded them in the past. But whatever their gifts and whatever their achievements, they always have been and always would be, through their physical disabilities, their lack of ratiocination,

Starting point is 07:03:09 of constructive ability on the grand scale, the inferiors of men. The rare exceptions but proved the rule, and no doubt they had been cast in one mould and finished in another. In sheer masculine arrogance he was more than her match. Moreover, there were other ways of keeping a woman's subject. Did he love her? Comprehensibly and utterly? Clear thinking fled with the last of his doubts. and when a man detaches himself from the gross material surface of life and wings to the realm of the imagination where he glimpses immortality what matter the penalty any penalty few had the thrice blessed opportunity

Starting point is 07:03:55 if he were one of the chosen the very demi-gods jeering at mortals would hate him and then abruptly he fell asleep End of Chapter 30 Chapter 31 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton This Librevox recording is in the public domain Recording by Lynn Thompson Chapter 31 He went direct from the office that evening To Mrs Oglethorpe's house in Gramsue Park

Starting point is 07:04:33 During the morning he had received the following note from her And he had puzzled over it at intervals ever since Dearly, will you dine alone with an old woman tonight, a rather bewildered and upset old woman? I suppose to the young nothing is too new and strange for readjustment, but I have hardly known where I am these last few days. You are the only friend I care to talk to on the subject, for you always understand. I am probably older than your mother, and I look old enough to be your grandmother. but you are the only person living with whom I ever feel inclined to lay aside or reserve. Old men are fossils, and young men regard me as an ancient wreck preserved by family traditions.

Starting point is 07:05:21 As for women, I hate them, and always did. Do come and dine with a lonely, puzzled old woman, unless you have an engagement impossible to break. Don't bother to dress. Your affectionate old friend, Jane Oglethorpe. "'What's up?' Clavering had thought as he finished it. "'Mary or Janet?' "'It was an extraordinary letter to receive from Mrs. Oglethorpe "'the most fearsome old woman in New York.

Starting point is 07:05:50 "'To Clavering she had always shown the softer side of her nature "'and he knew her perhaps better, or at all events, more intimately, "'than any of her old friends, "'for she had not treated him as a negligible junior, even when he arrived in New York at the tender age of 22. His ingenuous precocity had amused her, and she had discovered a keen interest in the newspaper world of whose existence she had hardly been aware.

Starting point is 07:06:20 No interviewer had ever dared approach her, and as he grew older, developing rapidly, and more and more unlike her sons and her son's friends, they had fallen into an easy, Polish intimacy, were frank to rudeness, quarrelled furiously, but fed each other's wisdom and were deeply attached. During the war she had knitted him enough socks and sweaters to supply half the regiment, and when he had left the hospital after a serious attack of influenza, it had been for the house in Gramercy Park,

Starting point is 07:06:53 where he could have remained indefinitely had he wished. But in all the years of their intimacy never before had she broken, given a hint that she felt the long generation between them. He found her more interesting in talk than any girl, except when he was briefly in love, and her absence of vanity, her contempt for sentiment in any of its forms, filled him with a blessed sense of security, as he spent hours stretched out on the sofa in her upstairs sitting-room, smoking and discussing the universe. She was not an intellectual woman, but she was sharp and shrewd, a monument of common sense and worldly wisdom. It would be as easy to hoodwink her as the disembodied Minerva, and it was doubtful if anyone made even a tentative attempt.

Starting point is 07:07:47 Clavering wondered which of those inner secret personalities would be revealed tonight. As he stood in the drawing-room waiting for her to come down, he examined for the the first time in many years, the full-length picture of her painted shortly before her marriage to James Oglethorpe. She was even taller than Mary Zatiani, and in the portrait her waist was round and disconcertingly small to the modern therapeutic eye. But the whole effect of the figure was superb and dashing. The poise of the head was almost defiant, and the hands were long, slender and very white against the crimson satin of her gown she looked as if about to lead a charge of cavalry although oddly enough her full sensuous mouth with its slightly protruding lower lip was pouting beautiful she had never been the large bony structure of her face was too uncoverable her eyes too sharp and sardonic but handsome certainly and no doubt for many years after she had stood for this portrait in the

Starting point is 07:08:51 full insolence of her young womanhood. She retained not a trace of that handsomeness today. Her hands were skinny, large veined, discoloured by moth patches, and her large aquiline nose rose from her sunken cheeks like the beak of an old eagle, an indomitable old eagle. Many women of 68 had worn far better, but looks need to care, spurred by vanity, and she had a profound contempt for both. No doubt if she had made a few of the well-known feminine concessions would have looked at least ten years younger than her age, for she had never had a day's illness. Eight lyings-in were not, in, in her case, to be counted as exceptions. No doubt, thought labouring, as he turned to greet her, she had thought it quite enough to be

Starting point is 07:09:42 imposing. She certainly looked imposing to-night, in spite of her old-fashioned corsets. and her iron-grey hair arranged in flat rolls and puffs on the precise top of her head. For although flesh had accumulated lumpily on her back, her shoulders was still unbowed, her head as haughtily poised as in her youth, and the long black velvet gown with yellow old point about the square neck, the neck itself covered, like the throat with net, and falling over her hands became her style, if not the times.

Starting point is 07:10:18 "'Hilly,' she said dryly, "'I suppose when you got my notes you thought I had gone bug-house, "'as my fastidious granddaughter Janet would express it. "'But that is the way I felt, "'and that is the way I feel at the present moment. "'Dear Lady Jane, whatever it is, "'here I am to command, as you see. "'There is no engagement I wouldn't have broken.

Starting point is 07:10:40 "'You are a perfect dear, "'and if I were forty years younger I should marry you. "'However, we'll come to that later. "'I want to talk to you about, that damnable little Janet first. We'll have to go in now. When they were seated at a small table at one end of the immense dining room, she turned to the butler and said sharply, Get out, Hawkins, and stay out except when we can't get on without you. And Hawkins, whom a cataclysm would not have ruffled after forty-five years in Mrs. Oglethorpe's service, vanished.

Starting point is 07:11:12 Jim said he had a talk with you about Janet, and that you advised him to spank her, she said. "'Well, he did.' "'What?' Clavering gave a delighted grin. "'I never believed he'd do it, nor I. "'Thought his will have grown as flabby as his body, "'but when she stood up to him, and with a cool insolent, "'which she may or may not have inherited from me, "'or which may be merely part and parcel of the new manner,

Starting point is 07:11:38 "'and flung in his face a good deal more than he knew already, "'and asked him what he was going to do about it, "'he turned her over his knee and took a hair-brush, to her. It must have been a tussle. I suppose she kicked and scratched. She was so astonished that at first she merely ejaculated, oh, by Jiminy! Then she fought to get away, and when she found she couldn't, she began to blubber, exactly as she did when she was not so very much younger, and was spanked about once a day. That hurt his feelings, for he's as soft as mush, and he let her go, but he locked her up in her room and there she stays until she promises to behave herself, as girls did in his time.

Starting point is 07:12:20 I'm afraid it won't work. She hasn't promised yet, but merely hittses at him through the keyhole. Do you understand this new breed? I'm afraid none of the rest of us do. I can't say I've been interested enough to try. Janet informed me that they were going the pace because they couldn't hold the men any other way. But I fancy it's merely a part of the general unrest, which is the usual aftermath of war. This was a very long war, and the youngs seemed to have made up their minds that the old who permitted it are bunglers and criminals and idiots, and that it is up to them to demonstrate their contempt.

Starting point is 07:12:59 "'And what good do they think it will do them?' Mrs. Oglethorpe's face and inflection betrayed no sympathy with the younger generation. "'You don't suppose they worry their little heads with analysis, do you? somebody started the idea and the rest followed like sheep no doubt it had its real origin in the young men who did the fighting and saw their comrades do the dying and all the kudos carried off by the old men who ran their risks they are very bitter and women generally take their cues from men little as they suspect it however whatever the cause here it is and what to do about it i have no more idea than you but i should think it would be a good idea for jim to take her abroad for a year "'I don't see Jim giving up his clubs and sports "'and tagging round the world after a flapper. "'He never took himself very seriously as a parent.

Starting point is 07:13:51 "'Still, he is really alarmed. "'Are you going to marry Marion Lawrence?' "'Do you think I'd engage myself to anyone "'without telling you, first of all? "'Better not. Are you in love with her?' "'No. "'I'm told you were devoted to her at one time. "'That was one of the times when I saw little or nothing of you.

Starting point is 07:14:12 i've been devoted to quite a number of girls first and last but there's really nothing in it on either side i know what you're driving at shoot yes jim said he told you well i've changed my mind janet's a little fool perhaps worse not half good enough for you and would devil the life out of you before you got rid of her in self-defence let her ho her own row how about that writing person gora dwight you and din are always talking about never been the ghost of a flirtation she's all intellect and ambition i enjoy going there for i'm almost as much home with her as i am with you ha harmless i hope she's as flattered as i am there remains anne goodrich she's handsome true to her traditions in every way marian lawrence is a hussy unless i'm mistaken and i usually am not she has talent and she has cultivated her mind she will have a fortune and she will make an admirable wife in every way for an ambitious and gifted man more pliable than marian too you're as tyrannical and conceited as all your sex and would never get along with any woman who wasn't clever enough to pretend to be submissive while twisting you round her little finger i rather favour anne clavering was beginning to feel uneasy what was this leading up to who next but he replied with a humorous smile "'Dearest Lady Jane, why are you suddenly determined to marry me off? "'Are you anxious to get rid of me?

Starting point is 07:15:47 "'M Marriage plays the devil with friendships?' "'Only for a year or so, and I really think it is time you are settling yourself. "'To tell you the truth, I worry about you a good deal.' "'You're a sentimental boy at heart and chivalrous and impressionable, "'although I know you think you're a seasoned old rounder. "'Men are children, the cleverest of them, in a scheming woman's hands.' but i don't know any scheming women and i'm really not as irresistible as you seem to think besides i assure you i have fairly keen intuitions and should run from any unprincipled female who thought it worth while to cast her nets in my direction "'Intuitions be damned. They haven't a chance against beauty and finesse. Don't men as clever as yourself make fools of themselves over the wrong woman every day of the week? The cleverer man is, the less chance he has, for there's that much more to play on by a cleverer woman. It would be just like you to fall in love with a woman older than yourself, and marry her.'

Starting point is 07:16:48 "'For God's sake, Jane. Cut out my fascinating self. It's a subject that bores me to tears. Far away about Janet. How long she'll be you. How long she's. she'd been shut up. What will Jim do next? I'll do my best to persuade him to take around the world. He'd enjoy it himself, and there are clubs in every port, and some kind of sport. I'll look him up tomorrow. Mrs. Oglethorpe gave him a sharp look, but surrendered. When he shouted Jane at her in precisely the same tone as he often exploded Jim to her son, she found herself suddenly in a mood to deny him nothing end of chapter thirty one chapter thirty two of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter thirty two they went up to her sitting-room to spend the rest of the evening it was a large high room overlooking the park and furnished in massive walnut and blood-red brocade a room as old-fashioned and ugly as its mistress but comfortable with all. On a table in one corner was an immense family Bible, very old,

Starting point is 07:18:08 and recording the births, marriages and deaths of the van der Poles from the time they began their American adventures in the 17th century. On another small table, in another corner, was a pile of albums, the lowest containing the first presentiments of Mrs. Oglethorpe's family after the invention of callotype photography. These albums recorded fashion in all its stages from 1841, down to the sports suit, exposed legs, and rolled stockings of Janet Oglethorpe. A photograph her grandmother had sworn at, but admitted as a curiosity. One of the albums was devoted to friends of Mrs. Oglethorpe's youth, and Mary Ockdon occupied the place of honour. Clavering had once derived much amusement, looking over these old albums,

Starting point is 07:18:56 and listening to Mrs. Oglethorpe's running and often sarcastic comment. But although he had record to mind this photograph the night Mr. Dinwiddie had been so perturbed by the stranger's resemblance to the flame of his youth, he had himself been so little interested in Mary Ogden that it had not occurred to him to disinter that old photograph of the 80s, and examine it in detail. He turned his back squarely on it tonight, although he had a misgiving that it was not Janet, who had inspired Mrs. Ogilford's singular note. On one wall was a of daguerreotypes, hideous but rare and valuable. An oil painting of James Oglethorpe, long dead, hung over the fireplace, an amiable-looking gentleman,

Starting point is 07:19:43 with long side-whiskers sprouting out of plump cheeks, a florid complexion, and the expression of a New Yorker who never shirked his civic obligations, his chairmanship of benevolent institutions, nor his port. Opposite was another oil painting of young James, taken at the age of twelve wearing a sailor suit and the surly expression of an active boy detained within walls while other boys were shouting in the park beside it was a water-colour of janet at the age of two even then startlingly like her grandmother she had been mrs oglethorpe's favourite descendant until the resemblance had become too accentuated by modern divigations clavering did not extend himself on the sofa for tonight but drew a leather chair built for Mr. Oglethorpe to the small coal grate, which inadequately warmed to the large room. Mrs. Oglethorpe, like many women of her generation, never indulged her backbone saving bed, and she seated herself in her own massive upright chair,

Starting point is 07:20:48 not too close to the fire. She had made a concession to time in the rest of the house, which was lighted by electricity, but the gas remained in her own suite, and the room was lit by faintly. yellow flames struggling through the ground-glass globes of four side brackets. The light from the coals was stronger, and as it fell on her bony, austere old face with its projecting beak, clavering reflected that she needed only a broomstick. He really loved her, but a trained faculty works as impersonally as a camera. He smoked in silence, and Mrs. Oglethorpe stared into the fire. She, too, was fond of her cigar, but tonight she had shaken her head as Hawkins had offered the box after passing the coffee. Her face no longer looked sardonic,

Starting point is 07:21:36 but relaxed and sad. Clavering regarded her with uneasy sympathy. Would it be possible to divert her mind? Lady Jane, he began. I wish you would call me Jane tonight. I wouldn't feel so intolerably old. Of course I'll call you Jane, but you'll never be old. What skeleton have you been exhuming? He was in for it and might as well give her a lead. It's Mary Ogden, she said abruptly and harshly. Oh, I wondered how you felt about it. You certainly have been splendid. What else could I do?

Starting point is 07:22:15 She was the most intimate friend of my youth, the only woman I ever had any real affection for. I had already seen her and recognised her. I suppose she has told you that I went there, and that she treated me like an intruding strength. danger, but I knew she must have some good reason for it, possibly that she was here on some secret political mission, and had sworn to preserve her incognito. I knew she had been mixed up in politics more than once. I thought I was going mad when I saw her, but I never suspected

Starting point is 07:22:46 the truth. The light was dim, and I took for granted that some one of those beauty experts had made a mask for her, or ripped her skin off. I hardly knew what to think, so I concluded not to think about it at all, and succeeded fairly well in dismissing it from my mind. I was deeply hurt at her lack of confidence in me, but I dismissed that, too. After all, it was her right. I do as I choose. Why shouldn't she? And I remembered that she always did.

Starting point is 07:23:15 Here, clavering stirred uneasily. When she came to me here last Tuesday and told me the whole truth, I felt as if I were listening to a new chapter out of the Bible, but on the whole I was rather pleased than other. I had never been jealous of her when we were young, for I was married before she came out, and she was so lovely to look at, that I was rather grateful to her than otherwise. After her marriage, I used to meet her every few years in Europe, up to some three or four years before the outbreak of the war, and it often made me feel melancholy as I saw her beauty going, until there was nothing left but her style and her hair, but nothing else was to be expected.

Starting point is 07:23:54 Time is a brute to all women. while she sat here in this room so radiantly beauty and so exquisitely and becomingly dressed, and leaning toward me with that old pleading expression I remembered so well, when she wanted something, and knew exactly how to go to work to get it, and looking not a day over thirty, while eight times that morning, I could have boxed your ears. Well, while she was here I felt young again myself, and I loved her as much as ever, and I felt it a privilege to look at her. I arranged a luncheon promptly to meet several of her old friends and put a stop to the clacking that was going on.

Starting point is 07:24:32 I had been called up eight times that morning. I could have boxed your ears, but of course it was a natural enough thing to do, and you had no suspicion. Well, as soon as she had gone, I wrote to twelve women, giving them a bare sketch of the truth, and sent the notes off in the motor. And then I went and looked at myself in the glass. She paused and clavering rose involuntarily and put his hand on her shoulder. Never mind, Jane, he said awkwardly. What does it matter?

Starting point is 07:25:02 You are you, and there's only one of the kind. After all, it's only one more miracle of science. You could do it yourself if you liked. I? Ha! With twenty-three grandchildren, I may be a fool, but I'm not a damn fool, as James used to say. What good would it do me to look forty, I had some looks left at that age

Starting point is 07:25:24 But with no use for them as women go I'd have less now But Mary was always lucky A daughter of the gods It's just like her damned luck To have that discovery made in her time And while she is still young enough to profit by it Besides being as free as when she was Mary Ogden

Starting point is 07:25:41 God knows what devilment she'll be up to What she wants she'll have And the devil take the consequences She patted his hand Go sit down Lee I've a good deal more to say. Clavering returned to his seat with no sense of the old chair's comfort, and she went on in a moment.

Starting point is 07:26:02 The unfairness of it as I looked at that old witch in the glass that had reflected my magnificent youth seemed to me unendurable. I had lived a virtuous and upright life. I knew damned well she hadn't. I had done my duty by the race, am my own and my husband's people, and I had brought up my sons to be honourable and self-respecting men, whatever their failings, and my daughters, in the best traditions of American womanhood,

Starting point is 07:26:29 they are model wives and mothers, and they have made no weak-need concessions to these degenerate times. They bore me, but I'd rather they did that than disgrace me. Mary never had even one child, although her husband must have wanted an heir. I have lived a life of duty, duty to my family, traditions, my husband, my children, my country, and to society. She, one of self-indulgence and pleasure and excitement, although I'm not belittling the work she did during the war. But noblesse oblige. What else could she do? And now she'll be at it again. She'll have the pick of our young men. I don't know whether it's all tragic or grotesque. She'll waste no time on those men who loved her in her youth.

Starting point is 07:27:16 Small blame to her. Who wants to coddle old men? They've all got to. something the matter with him. But she'll have love, love. If not here, and thank God she's not remaining long, then elsewhere, and wherever she chooses, love. I, too, once took a fierce delight in making men love me, seems a thousand years ago. What if I should try to make a man fall in love with me today? I'd be rushed off by my terrified family to a padded cell. Well, Jane, don't well, Jane, me. You'd just jump. out of the window if I suddenly began to make eyes at you, I could rely on your manners. You wouldn't laugh until you struck the grass, and then you'd be arrested for disturbing the

Starting point is 07:28:00 peace. Well, don't worry. I'm not an old ass, but I'm a terribly bewildered old woman. It seems to me there has been a crashing in the air ever since she sat in that chair. Growing old always seemed to me a natural process that no arts or dodges could interrupt, and any attempt to arrest the processes of nature was an irreverent gesture in the face of Almighty God. It was immoral and irreverent, and above all it showed a lack of humour and of sound common sense. The world, my candid grandchild tells me,

Starting point is 07:28:34 laughs at the women of my generation for their old-fashioned cut, but we have our code and we have the courage to live up to it. That is one reason, perhaps, why growing old has never meant anything to me but reading spectacles, two false teeth, and weak ankles. It had seemed to me that my life had been pretty full. I never had much imagination. What with being as good a wife as ever lived, although James was a pompous bore, if there ever was one,

Starting point is 07:29:02 bringing eight children into the world, and not making a failure of one of them, never neglecting my charities or my social duties or my establishment. As I have grown older, I have often reflected upon a life well spent, and looked forward to dying when my town came, with no qualms whatever, particularly as there was precious little left for me to do, except give parties for my grandchildren, and blow them up occasionally. I never laboured under the delusion that I had an angelic disposition or a perfect character, but I had always had, and maintained certain standards, and according to my lights, it seemed to me that when I arrived at the foot of the throne the Lord would say to me, "'Well done, thou good and faithful servant. The only thing I ever regretted was that I wasn't a man.'

Starting point is 07:29:50 She paused and then went on in a voice that grew more raucous every moment. That was later. It's a long time since I've admitted even to myself that there was a period after my husband's death when I hated growing old with the best of them. I was fifty and I found myself with complete liberty for the first time in my life. For the elder children were all married and the younger in Europe. at school. I had already begun to look upon myself as an old woman, but I soon made the terrible discovery that the heart never grows old. I fell in love four times. They were all years younger than myself, and I'd have opened one of my veins before I'd have let them find it out. Even then I had

Starting point is 07:30:31 as little use for old men as old men have for old women. Whatever it may be in men is the young heart in women. I had no illusions. Fifty is fifty. My complexion was gone, my stomach high, and I had the face of an old war-horse. But—and here is the damned trick that nature plays on us. I hoped. I dreamed. And as ardently as I had dreamed in my youth, when I was on the lookout for the perfect night, and before I compromised on James Oglethorpe, who was handsome before he grew those whiskers and got fat,

Starting point is 07:31:07 yes, as ardently as in my youth, I dreamed that these clever, intelligent men would look through the old husk and see only the young heart and the wise brain. I knew that I could give them more than many a younger woman, but if beauty is only skin deep, the skin is all any man wants, the best of them. They treated me with the most impeccable respect. For the first time in my life I hated the word, and liked my society because I was an amusing, caustic old woman.

Starting point is 07:31:38 Of course they drifted off, either to marry or because I terrified them with my sharp tongue, when I loved them most, and felt as if I had poison in my veins. Well, I saved my pride at all events. By the time you came along, I had sworn at myself once for all, as an old fool,

Starting point is 07:31:58 and in any case I would hardly have been equal to falling in love with a brat of twenty-two. She seized the stick that always rested against her chair and thumped the floor with it. Nevertheless, she exclaimed with savage, contempt. My heart is as young today as Mary Ogdens. That is the appalling discovery I have made this week. I'd give my immortal soul to be 30 again. Or look at it. Why, in heaven's name, did nature play us this appalling dirty trick? But Jane! He felt like tearing his hair. What was Mary Zatiani's

Starting point is 07:32:31 tragedy to this? Benialities were the only refuge. Remember that at 30 you were in love with your husband and bent on having a family. I meant thirty, and all I know now, not so damn sure I'd have to make myself think I was in love with James, who had about as much imagination as a grasshopper, and the most infernal mannerisms. I'd have found out what love and life meant, that's what. And when I did, I'd have sent codes and traditions to the devil. Oh, no, you would not. If you'd had it in you, you'd have done it anyhow.

Starting point is 07:33:07 All women of your day were not virtuous, not by a long sight. I'll admit that your best possibilities have been wasted. I've always thought that. You have a terrific personality, and if you were at your maturity, in this traditionless era, you'd be a great national figure, not a mere social power. But nature, in a fit of spite, launched you too soon, and the cast-iron traditions were too strong for you.

Starting point is 07:33:33 It was the epoch of the submerged woman. Mary Ogden was brought up in those same cast-eye and traditions. Yes, but Madame Zatiani belongs to a class of women that derive less from immediate ancestors than from a legendary race of sirens, not so merely legendary, perhaps, as we think. Convention is only a flexible harness for such women, and plays no part whatever in their secret lives. You're in love with Mary.

Starting point is 07:34:01 Don't come back to me. I won't have it. For the moment I don't feel as if I had an... atom of personality left, I'm so utterly absorbed in you, and I'd give my immortal soul to help you. Yes, I know that. I wouldn't be turning myself inside out if I didn't. I've never talked to a living soul as I talked to you tonight, and I never shall again. She stared at him for a moment, and then she burst into a loud laugh. It was awe-inspiring that laugh, Lucifer in hell, holding his sides at the futilities of mankind could not have surpassed it. What a mess!

Starting point is 07:34:41 What a mess! Life! Begins nowhere, ends nowhere. She went on muttering to herself, and then, abruptly, she broke into the sarcastic speech, which her friends knew best. Lordly, I wish you could have been behind a screen at that luncheon.

Starting point is 07:34:59 Thirteen old tombstones in feathers and net collars. Seven or eight of them, anyhow. colonial profiles and lorgnettes, and all looking as if they've been hit in the stomach. I at one end of the table looking like the witch of Endor, Mary at the other looking like one of our granddaughters and trying to be animated and intimate. I forgot my own tragedy and ho-hawed three times. She looked almost apologetic when she called us by our first names, especially when she used the diminutive.

Starting point is 07:35:29 Polly Vane, who's got a head like a billiard ball, and has to wear a wig for decency's sake, drew herself up twice and then relaxed with a sickly grin. All the same I don't think Mary felt any more comfortable, or liked it much better than the rest of us. Too much like reading your own epitaph on a tombstone. I thought I saw her squirm. How did they take it eventually? Clavering hoped she was finally diverted. Were they jealous and resentful? Some, Eleanor Goodrich, had always been too besuttedly fond of her to mind. Others who had been merely admirers and liked her were,

Starting point is 07:36:08 well, it's too much to say they were enchanted to see Mary looking not a day over 30, but they were able to endure it. Isabel Lawrence sought it downright immoral, and Polly Vane looked as if she had fallen into a sinking morass, and only refrained from holding her nose out of consideration for her hostess. I think she feels that Mary, his return is an insult to New York. Lily Tracy was painfully excited.

Starting point is 07:36:33 No doubt she'll begin collecting for the Vienna poor at once and finding it necessary to go over and distribute the funds in person. Mary lost no time getting in her fine work for Vienna relief. But they'll all stand by her? Oh yes, she's Mary Ogden. We'd be as likely to desert New York itself because we didn't like the mayor. And she'll need us.

Starting point is 07:36:56 It's the young women she'll have to look out for. My God, how they'll hate her. As for Anne Goodrich and Marion Lawrence. Claverin sprang to his feet. Who's that? Jim! A man was running up the stairs. Janet! said Mrs. Agulthorpe grimly. She's out!

Starting point is 07:37:19 End of Chapter 32. Chapter 33 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. by Lynn Thompson Chapter 33 Don't be a flat tire, don't be a dumbbell, run from the dumb ducks, run from the plumbers, Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oglethorpe pounded on the door with his stick.

Starting point is 07:37:51 There was a sudden hush in the room, then a wild scurry and a slamming door. He rattled the knob and, to his surprise, for he had assumed that these wild parties of his young friends were soundly barricaded, the door opened. There were only four young men standing about a table covered with the remains of a chafing dish supper and many champagne bottles, but an excited whispering came through the partition. Young Farron was leaning against the table, his large moon faiths pallid with fright. As he recognized Oglethorpe in clavering, fright was wiped out by astonishment and relief. "'thought you were the police,' he muttered,

Starting point is 07:38:35 "'though they've got no business here. "'I've come for Janet. "'Go into that room and bring her out at once. "'Janet ain't here, haven't seen Janet for a week, "'tried to get her on the phone early this afternoon and couldn't. "'If you don't go into that room and fetch her, I will.' "'And he started for the inner door. "'Farren, with drunken dignity, opposed his broad,

Starting point is 07:39:02 bunk now mr oglethorpe you wouldn't do that ladies in there chorus girls that's a lie stand aside farron who was very young and very drunk but who had a rudimentary sense of responsibility where girls of his own class were concerned burst into tears you wouldn't mr oglethorpe i swear to god janet's not there but but some of her friends are they wouldn't want you to see them his mood changed to righteous indignation what right you got breaking into a gentleman's rooms like a damned policeman it's an outrage and if i had a gun i'd shoot you i'd and then he collapsed on a chair and was very sick oglethorpe turned to clavering who had thought it best to remain in the hall and watch other exits just stay there will you he turned to the three games youngsters. You dare make a move and I'll knock your heads together. Just remember that you're drunk and I'm sober. He went into the next room and immediately saw several forms under the bed. He reached down and jerked them out by their legs. They rolled over, covering their faces and sobbing with fright. Emancipated as they were, and disdainful of pre-war parents, when it came to late parties in a bachelor's rooms. They exercised strategy to slip out, not defiance.

Starting point is 07:40:38 Oh, Mr. Oglethorpe gasped one convulsively. Don't tell on us, please! I have no intention of telling on you. You can go to the devil in your own way for all I care. I'm after Janet. She's not here. That's what I'm going to find out. He opened the door of a wardrobe and another girl tumbled into his eyes. arms, shrieked, and flung herself face downward on the bed. But it was not Janet. He investigated every corner of the apartment, and then returned to clavering, slamming the door behind him. "'She's not there, Lee,' he said, leaning heavily against the wall. Where in God's name is she? I don't know where to look next. This is her particular gang. She has no other intimates that I know of.

Starting point is 07:41:28 but what do i know about her anyway you're sure she isn't hiding anywhere at home search the house from top to bottom i suppose it isn't likely that she's gone to any of her aunts good lord no she'd take a chance on mother but never with any of the rest of the family and she's got no money i sort of that do you suppose she's roaming the streets well she can't roam long legs will give out perhaps she's home but she's home by now or at Mrs. Oglethorpe's. Better telephone. They went out and found a public telephone. Janet had not been seen nor heard from. You don't think it's going to be another Dorothy Arnold case, gasped Oglethorpe, who seemed completely unnerved. Good heavens, no, Jim, and she's able to take care of herself. Nobody better. She'll give you a scare and then turn up, with her thumb at her nose like, "'Better come up to my rooms and have a drink. "'All right, I can't go home, and I don't want to be alone anywhere.'

Starting point is 07:42:36 "'I'd go out of my senses. Anything might happen to her, "'and I shan't call in the police until the last minute. "'Filthy scandal. "'Police? Certainly not. "'And as Janet is called sober, be sure she'll come to no harm.' "'A few moments later they were in the lift descending to Claverin's rooms. "'Hello,' he said, as he opened the front of her. door of his little hall, the full maid has left the light on, and as they entered the living

Starting point is 07:43:04 room, what the devil, cigarette smoke hung in the air. There was a wild shriek from a corner of the room, a slim girl leapt across the intervening space like a panther, and flinging herself upon Oglethorpe, beat his chest with her fists. You damned old plumber, you old dumb duck, shrieked his little daughter. What did you come here and spoil everything for? He'd have had to marry me tomorrow if you minded your own business. I'll claw your eyes out. But her hands were imprisoned in her father's hard fists, and she turned and spat at the petrified clavering. I hate you, I hate you, but I'm going to marry you all the same. One way or another, I'll get you. I meant to wait a while, for I hadn't had funny enough yet, and I'd have precious little with you, you old flat tire, but when I heard that

Starting point is 07:44:04 old Zatiani woman got hold of you, and then locked up, and not able to do a thing, I thought I'd go mad. I dropped my diamond bracelet out of the window, and one of the servants let me out. I won't tell which. You've been seen coming out of her house at all hours, but she's a thousand years old, and Nobody cares what she does. But I intended to rouse this whole house, and I'd have been so compromise, you'd have had to marry me. You're a gentleman, if you are a damned old leftover, and you're a friend of grannies and dads. I'd have had you tied up so tight, you'd have toddled straight down to the city hall. Clavering stared at her, wondering how women felt when they were going to have hysterics. What a night! And this

Starting point is 07:44:54 girl's resemblance to her grandmother was uncanny. He could see the Jane Oglethorpe of the portrait in just such a tantrum, and he had thought he knew both of them. He wanted to burst into wild laughter, but the girl was tragic in spite of her silly plot, and he merely continued to regard her stonily. How did you get in? he asked. That's not easy in this house. I just got in the lift and told the boy I was your sister just arrived from the south, and he let me in with the pass-key. He took me for sixteen and said that as you weren't one for chickens, he'd chance it. You'll get the sack in the morning. I don't care what happens to him. Suddenly she burst into tears, her face working like a baby's, and flung herself into her father's arms.

Starting point is 07:45:44 Make him marry me, daddy, make him, I want him, I want him. Oglethorpe put his arms about her. But his sympathies were equally divided, and he understood men far better than he did young girls. You wouldn't want to marry a man who doesn't love you, he said soothingly. Where's your pride? Who cares a damn about pride? I want him, and that's all there is to it.

Starting point is 07:46:11 She whirled round again. Do you think you're in love with that rejuvenated old dame, whose granny's age if she's a day? She's hypnotised. you, that's what. It isn't natural. It isn't. It isn't. I certainly shall marry Madame Zatiani if she will have me. Oh! Tears dried. She showed her teeth like a treeed cat. Her eyes blazed again, and she would have precipitated herself upon him, but her father held her fast. Oh, oh, whoa, it can't be. It can't be. It's as unnatural as if you marry.

Starting point is 07:46:50 granny. It isn't fair. How dare she come here with her whitewash and sneak young girls' lovers away from them? Really, Janet. Oh, I know you thought you didn't care for me, but you always did, and I'd have got you in time. I knew there was no chance for Marion and Anne. They're old maids, and I'm young. Young! If I'd cut out the fun and concentrated on you, I'd have got you. I wish I had. I wish I had. But you were such an old flat tire. I thought you were safe. What in heaven's name makes you think you're in love with me, exploded clavering. Your opinion of me is anything but complimentary, and I'm everything your chosen companions are not. You don't want me any more than I want you. You've simply been playing some

Starting point is 07:47:43 full game with yourself. It's not. It's not. It's the real thing. I've been in love with you since I was six? asked Daddy. Daddy, didn't I always say I was going to marry him? Yes, when you were a little more of a baby than you are now. Can you imagine how ashamed you'll be of such an undignified performance as this? I, ashamed? Not much. I always intend to do just as I please and damn the consequences. A fine wife you'll make for Lee or any other man. I'd make him the best wife in the world. i'd do everything he told me no i wouldn't yes i would sheer femaleness and the spirit of the age see-sought inconclusively anyhow i'd make you happy because i'd be happy myself she added naively much happier than your grandmother perhaps you will oblige me by making no further allusion to madame zatiani no i won't and the first time i see her when there's a lot of people round i'll tell her just what she is to her face

Starting point is 07:48:51 if you dare clavering advanced threateningly and she swung herself behind her father who however took her firmly by the arm and marched her to the door enough of this he said you come home and pack your trunk and to-morrow we take the first steamer out of new york if there isn't one we'll take the train for canada i won't go it's either that or a sanitarium for neurotics i'll have you strapped down and carried there in an ambulance you may take your choice good-night lee forget it if you can as clavering slammed the door behind him he envied men who could tear their hair he had wanted to spend a long evening alone thinking of mary zatiani dreaming of those vital hours before him, and he had been treated to a double nightmare. For the moment he hated everything in petticoats that walked, and he felt like taking a steamer to the ends of the earth himself. But he was more worn out than he knew, and was sound asleep fifteen minutes later. End of Chapter 33

Starting point is 07:50:01 Chapter 34 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Libravox recording is in the public domain, recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 34 Janet had her revenge. Words have a terrible power, and Janet's vocabulary might be as primitive as lightning, but unlike lightning, it never failed to strike. That old Zatiani woman, she's a thousand years old and nobody cares what she does. that rejuvenated old dame whose granny's age if she's a day.

Starting point is 07:50:43 Much happier than your grandmother. The phrases flashed into his mind when he awoke and echoed in his ears all day. No doubt similar phrases, less crude but equally scorching, were being tossed from one end of New York society to the other. If Janet knew of his devotion to Madame Zatiani, others must, for it could only have come to her on the week. of gossip. He was being ridiculed by people who grasped nothing beyond the fact that the woman was 58 and the man 34. Of course it would be but a nine days wonder, and like all other social

Starting point is 07:51:25 phenomena, grow too stale for comment. But meanwhile, he should feel as if he were frying on a gridiron. Anne Goodrich would merely exclaim, abominable. Marion Lawrence would draw in her nostrils and pear. Lee was always an erratic and impressionable boy, just like him to fall in love with an old woman, and she's really a beautiful blonde once more. Poor Lee! As for Gora and Susan Forbes, well, Gora would understand and impale them sympathetically in her next novel, and Susan would read up on endocrines, blend them adroitly with psychology, and write an article for the year. Yale Review. He avoided the office and wrote his column at home. Luckily, a favourite old comedian had died recently. He could fill up with reminiscence and anecdote. But it was soon done,

Starting point is 07:52:24 and he was back in his chair with his thoughts again. It had been his intention when he awakened on Sunday after a few hours of a refreshing sleep, to dispatch his work as quickly as possible, take a long walk and then return to his rooms and keep the hours that must intervene until Monday afternoon sacred to Mary Zatiani. But if man wishes to regulate his life and more particularly his meditations to suit himself, he would be wise to retire to the mountaintop. Civilized life is a vast woof and the shuttle pursues its weaving and counterweaving with no regard for the plans of men. It was impossible to ignore Mrs. Oglethorpe's appeal,

Starting point is 07:53:09 and it was equally impossible to refuse to aid in the hunt for that damnable Janet when her distracted father and his own intimate friend took his cooperation as a matter of course. And even if he had remained at home, no doubt she would have wiggled her way in before he could shut the door in her face. Then there would have been the devil to pay, for she would have seen to it that he was hopelessly compromised. No doubt she would have run out on the balcony and screamed for help. Her failure was the one saving grace in the whole wretched night. But she had planted her stings. He was in a fine frame of mind to make love to a woman. He had pictured that scene as one of the great moments of life, so subtly beautiful and dramatic, so exalted and exulting, so perfect, in its very incompleteness that not a lifetime of suffering and disappointment could blur it.

Starting point is 07:54:08 And he felt exactly like the flat tire of Janet's distinguished vernacular. Even his body was worn out, for he had had but nine hours sleep in two nights. What a dead cinch the playwrights had! A man might as well try to breathe without oxygen on Mount Everest as attempt to give his own life the proper dramatic values. He was a cursed puppet, and life itself was a curse. He excoriated himself for his susceptibility to mere words, he who juggled in words and often quite insincerely,

Starting point is 07:54:43 when it suited his purpose. But that rejuvenated old dame, and that old Zatiani woman, crawled like reeking vapours across some fair landscape a man had spent his life seeking, blotting out its loveliness, turning it to a noisome morass. He had used equally caustic phrases

Starting point is 07:55:04 when some young man he knew had married a woman only ten years older than himself, and when old men had taken to themselves young wives, and meant them, for he was fundamentally as conventional and conservative as all men. But he cared less that he would be the laughing stock of New York than that his own soul felt like boiling pitch and that he was ashamed of himself.

Starting point is 07:55:28 He looked at the clock. It was twenty minutes to fall. There was neither love nor desire in him, and he would have liked to throw himself on the divan and sleep. But he set his teeth and got to his feet. He would go through it, play up somehow. He felt better in the nipping air, and soon began to walk briskly, and then as he crossed Park Avenue and entered her street, he saw two men coming down her steps. They were Mr. Dinwiddie and the extremely good-looking young man, whom Osborne had brought to the box on Monday night. The young man was smiling fatuously. A wave of rage and jealousy swept clavouring from head to foot.

Starting point is 07:56:12 She at least could have kept these hours sacred, and she had not only received this grinning ape, but evidently given him a delectable morsel to chew on. He could have knocked both men down, but he was not even permitted to pass them by with a scowling nod. Another contreton. Dinwiddy hailed him delightedly. Good old Lee, haven't seen you in an age!

Starting point is 07:56:37 Where have you kept yourself? No vain! Mother's an old friend of Mary's. His head over heels like the rest of us. Who says we don't live in the age of miracles? Yeah, ain't life wonderful? Clavering's jocular faculty was enfeebled, but it came to the rescue.

Starting point is 07:56:56 He was staring at Vane. Evidently this young man was unimpressed by searing phrases, and he must have heard several, for, if he remembered a right, Polly Vane with her head like a billiard ball, who wore a wig for decency's sake, had been one of the most resentful women at the luncheon. For a moment he had a queer impression

Starting point is 07:57:17 that his stature had diminished until the top of his head stood level with this glowing young man's waistcoat. and then he shot up to seven feet something had turned over inside him and vomited forth the pitch and its vapours but he still felt angry and jealous he managed to reply however well i must be getting on have an engagement at four see you in a day or two din he nodded to young vain and in another moment he was taking madame satyani's front steps three at a time end of chapter thirty four chapter thirty five of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter thirty five when mary satyani had reached her bedroom on sunday morning she had leaned heavily on her dressing-table for a few moments staring into the mirror then she curled her lip and shrugged her shoulders well it was done she had been as bold and uncompromising as she knew how to be a picturesque softening of details pleased to understand and appeals to the man's sympathy might be for other women but not for her

Starting point is 07:58:40 life had given her a respect for hard facts and an utter contempt for the prevalent dodging of them she had told him that she was determined to relate her story in full as much for his sake as her own but she had told it far more for her own before going any farther she was determined to know this man who may only have intoxicated her as thoroughly as it was possible for a woman to know any man she had not lived with if he met the test she could be reasonably sure that for once she had made no mistake if he did not well perhaps so much the better surely she had had more than her share of love and she had something to do in the world of vastly greater importance than wasting time in a man's arms and did she really want passion in her life again she with her young body and her old mind did she she recalled those brief moments of complete and ecstatic surrender or tried to recall them she was very tired perhaps she might dream about them but at the moment they seemed as far away as her first youth she awoke the next day only in time to dress and go to mrs rylers for luncheon she attended a concert in the afternoon and she did not return home from the lawrences until midnight on monday she lunched with mrs vane and brought her to herrtle's for luncheon she attended a concert in the afternoon and she did not return home from the lawrence's until midnight on monday she lunched with mrs vane and brought her Harry and Mr. Dinwiddie home with her. She would give herself no time to think and brood. She was too wise to harden her heart against him by bitter fancies that might be as bitterly

Starting point is 08:00:20 unjust, and assuredly she had no intention of meeting disaster weakened by romantic castle building. Not she. Let events take their course. Whatever came, she had the strength to meet it. As Clavering entered the library, she was standing by the hearth, one hand on the mantel-shelf. Her repose was absolute, as she turned her head. In her eyes was an insolent expression, a little mocking, a little challenging. There was no trace of apprehension. As she saw Clavering's angry face, her brows lifted. "'What did you let those fellows in for?' he demanded, glaring at her from the door. You set this hour for our meeting, and I just missed finding them here in this room. I should have thought you would have wanted to be alone before I came.' And then for a moment,

Starting point is 08:01:14 Mary Satyani's mind felt as young as her body. It seemed to her that she heard ruins tumbling behind her, down and out of sight. Her head felt light, and she grasped the mantle for support. But she was not two days to realise that clavering was in anything but alone. love-making mood. And she managed to steady her voice and reply likely. I lunched with Polly Vane, and her devoted son was hanging round. Mr. Dinwiddy was also at the luncheon, and as they both walked home with me, I could do no less than ask them in for a moment, but I never have the least difficulty getting rid of people. Ah, he continued to stand staring at her, and, as she had anticipated, he saw only Mary Zatiani.

Starting point is 08:02:02 As far as he was concerned, Mary Ogden had never existed. But he still felt no immediate desire to touch her. He came over and stood opposite her on the hearthrug, his hands in his pockets. What have you been through? he asked abruptly. I've been through hell. So I imagined, she said dryly. I can't say I've been through hell. I've grown too philosophical for that.

Starting point is 08:02:30 I have thought as little as possible. I left it on the knees of the gods. There certainly was neither despair nor doubt, in that vital voice of hers as she looked at him, and she was smiling. He twitched his shoulders under those understanding eyes, and turned his own to the fire with a frown. I don't believe you had a moment of misgiving.

Starting point is 08:02:52 You were too sure of me. Oh, no, I was not. I know life too well to be sure of anything, Mon Emmy. Unlike that night, "'I think vain, boy, you have imagination, and I gave you some hard swallowing. "'Poor boy, I am afraid you've been choking ever since. "'Don't poor boy, me, I won't have it. I feel a thousand years old.' He glared at her once more.

Starting point is 08:03:17 "'You are sure of me now, and quite right, but I don't feel in the least like kissing you. "'I barely slept, and I feel like the devil.' "'For the first time in many days, she felt an inclination to throw back her head and give vent to a joyous laugh joyous but amused for she would always be mary zatiani but she merely said my dearly i could not stand being made love to at four in the afternoon it is not ascetic suppose we sit down tell me all about it i'll not tell you a thing but he took the chair and lit a cigarette i'm more in love with you than ever if you want to know when will you marry me shall we say two months from to-day two months why not to-morrow oh hardly in the first place i'd like it all to be quite perfect and i dreamed of spending our honeymoon in the dolomites i've a shooting-box there on the shore of a wonderful lake i used to stay there quite alone after my guests had left and then-well it would hardly be fair to give new york two shops in succession. They all take for granted I'll marry someone. I'm already engaged to Mr. Osborne,

Starting point is 08:04:32 although I have heard you alluded to, meaningly, but better let them talk the first sensation to rags. They will be angry enough with me for marrying a young man, but perhaps too relieved that I have not carried off one of their own sons. Polly is in agonies at the present moment. We'll have to live in New York, more or less, I suppose. More or less, altogether, My work is here. I believe there is more work for both of us in Europe. And do you imagine I'd live on your money? I have nothing but what I make. I could pull wires and get you into one of the embassies. I'm no diplomat, and don't want to be, rotten, lazy job. Couldn't you be a foreign correspondent for your newspaper?

Starting point is 08:05:18 We've good men in every European capital now. They've no use for more, and no excuse for displacing any of them. besides I have every intention of being a playwright. But playwriting isn't, not really, quite as important as poor Europe. And I know of several ways in which we could be of the greatest possible use, not only Austria, but you'll have to wait until I've made money on at least one play. I'll be only too glad to spend the honeymoon in the Dolomites, but then I return and go to work. You'll have to make up your mind to live here for a year or two at least.

Starting point is 08:05:55 and the sooner you marry me the sooner we can go to europe to live for a time i've no intention of living my life in europe but i'm only too willing to help you so better marry me to-morrow i can't get away for at least two months possibly not then ask judge trent and a honeymoon in new york would be too flat not better than nothing however here's an idea i'll get to work on my play at once and maybe i can finish it before i leave leave. If I went over big, I could stay longer. Besides, it'll be something to boil over into. I don't suppose I shall see any too much of you. What's your idea? To set all the young men off on their heads, and imagine you were Mary Ogden once more. It would be a triumph. I've an idea that's what you are up to. Certainly not, she said angrily. How trivial you must think me. I've not the least intention of going to dancing parties. I should be bored to death. I hardly knew what young Vane was talking about today.

Starting point is 08:06:59 He seems to speak a different language from the men of my time. But it is only decent that I bore myself at luncheons and dinners, for my old friends have behaved with the utmost loyalty and generosity. Jane Oglethorpe would have been quite justified in never speaking to me again, and I have violated the most sacred traditions of the others. But it has not made the least difference. Besides, I must keep them up to the mark. I have their promise to form a committee for the children of Austria.

Starting point is 08:07:30 Well, that's that. We'll marry in two months from today. I can finish my play in that time, and I won't wait a day longer. Very well. I met Marion Lawrence the other day. I'm told you were expected to marry her at one time. She is very beautiful, and has more subtlety than most American women. Why didn't you? Because she wasn't you, I suppose. Did she stick a little bedeweled gold pin into you?

Starting point is 08:07:57 Only with her eyes. She made me feel quite the age I had left behind me in Vienna. And then she asked irresistibly, Do you think you would have fallen in love with me after a much longer and better opportunity to know me if we have met in Vienna before that time? No, I should not. What a question.

Starting point is 08:08:18 I should have loved you in one way as I do now, with that part of me that worships you. but men are men and never will be demigods. This time she did laugh, and until tears were in her eyes. Oh, Lee, no wonder I fell in love with you. Any other man? Well, I couldn't have loved you.

Starting point is 08:08:40 My soul was too old. And then her eyes widened as she stared before her. Perhaps. He sprang to his feet and pulled her up from her chair. None of that. None of that. and now i do want to kiss you and as mary zatiani never did anything by halves she was completely happy and completely young end of chapter thirty five chapter thirty six of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter thirty six he left her at ten o'clock and the next morning rose at seven and went

Starting point is 08:09:29 to work at once on his play. He chose the one that had the greatest emotional possibilities. Gora Dwight had told him that he must learn to externalize his emotions, and he felt that here was the supreme opportunity. Never would he have more turgid, pent-up, tearing emotions to get rid of than now. He wrote until one o'clock, then after lunch and two hours on his column, went out and took a long walk. But lighter of heart than since he had,

Starting point is 08:09:59 met Mary Satyani. He also reflected with no little satisfaction that when writing on the play he had barely thought of her. All the fire in him had flown into his head and transported him to another plane. He wondered if any woman, save in brief moments, could rival the ecstasy of mental creation. That rotten spot in his brain, dislocation of particles, whatever it was that enabled a few men to do what the countless millions never dreamed of attempting, or a attempt only to fail, was, through its very abnormality, productive of a higher and more sustained delight. A more complete annihilation of prosaic life than any mere function bestowed on all men alike. It might bring suffering, disappointment, mortification, even despair in its train,

Starting point is 08:10:50 but the agitation of that uncharted tract in the brain compensated for any revenge that nature, through her byproduct, human nature, might visit on those who departed from her beloved formulae. Nevertheless, and before his walk was finished and he had returned home to dress for dinner with her, the play was on one plane and he on another, visioning himself alone with her in the Austrian Agapemone, and cursing the interminable weeks between.

Starting point is 08:11:21 He anathematized himself for consenting to the delay and vowed as she'd had her own way for the last, time. He foresaw many not unagreable tussles of will. She was far too accustomed to having her own way. Well, so was he. For two weeks he left his rooms only to walk or dine or spend an hour with her in the afternoon when she was alone. He rebelled less than he had expected. If he could not have her holy, the less he saw of her, the better. Dinners, luncheons, theatre parties, receptions were being given for her not only by her old friends, who seemed to her to grow more numerous daily, but by their daughters and by many others who made up for lack of tradition,

Starting point is 08:12:09 by that admirable sense of rightness, which makes fashionable society in America such a waste of efficiency and force. And whether the younger women privately hated her, or had fallen victims to that famous charm, was of little public consequence. It was as if she had a appeared in their midst, waved a sceptre, and announced, I am the fashion, always I have been, the fashion, that is my matié, bow down. At all events the fashion she became, and it was quite as patent that she took it as a matter of course. The radiant happiness that possessed her, refusing as she did to look into the future, with its menace to those high duties of her former dedication,

Starting point is 08:12:53 clear, sharp, ruthless children of her brain, not only enhanced both her beauty and magnetism, but enabled her to endure this social ordeal she had dreaded without Henri. She was too happy to be bored. She even plunged into it with youthful relish. For the first time in her life she was at peace with herself. She was not at peace when clavering made love to her, far from it, but she enjoyed with all the zest of a woman,

Starting point is 08:13:23 with her first lover and something of the timidity this tantalizing preliminary to fruition how could she ever have believed that her mind was old she turned her imagination from that lodge in the dolomites and believed it was because the present with its happiness and its excitements sufficed her moreover she was having one novel experience that afforded her much diversion the newspapers were full of her it took exactly five days after mrs oglethorpe's luncheon for the story she had told there to filter down to park row and although she would not consent to be interviewed there will be double-page stories in the sunday issues embellished with snapshots and a photograph of the mary ogden of the eighties a photographer who had had the honor to take her was still in existence and exhumed the plates doctors biologists endocrinologists were interviewed civil war threatened the medical fraternity upheld by a few doubting thomases among the more abstract followers of the science on one side of the field by far the greater number of those who peer into the human mechanism with mere scientific acumen on the other doctors notoriously as conservative as kings and as jealous as opera singers found themselves threatened with the loss of elderly patients, whose steady degeneration was a source of respectable income. When it was discovered that New York actually held a practicing physician

Starting point is 08:14:55 who had studied with the great endocrinologists of Vienna, the street in front of his house looked as if some ambitious hostess were holding a continual reception. Finally, Madame Zatiani consented to give a brief statement to the press through her lawyers. It was as impersonal as well. water, but technical enough to satisfy the medical journal. At the theatre and opera, people waited in solid phalanxes to see her pass. Her utter immobility on these occasions but heightened the feverish interest.

Starting point is 08:15:29 Women of thirty, dreaming of becoming flappers overnight and formidable rivals with the subtlety of experience behind the mask of seventeen, were desolated to learn that they must submit to the claws and teeth of time, until they had dreamed. reached the last milepost of their maturity. Beauty doctors gnashed their teeth and plastic surgeons looked forward to the day when they must play upon some other form of human credulity. As a subject for the press, it rivaled strikes, prohibition, German reparations, Lenin, prize fights, censorship and scandalous divorces in high life. Why isn't your head turned? Clavering asked her one day when the sensation was about a

Starting point is 08:16:13 month old and was beginning to expire journalistically for want of fresh fuel. Not a woman in New York could be induced to admit that she was taking the treatment. You are the most famous woman in America and the pioneer of a revolution that may have lasting

Starting point is 08:16:29 and momentous consequences on which we can only speculate vaguely today. I don't believe you are as unmoved as you look. It's not in woman's nature, in human nature. Publicity goes to the head, and then descends to the marrow of the bones.

Starting point is 08:16:47 I'm not unmoved. I've been tremendously interested and excited. I find that newspaper notoriety is the author of a distinctly new sensation. And then she felt her disposition to play with fire. Clavering was in one of his rare detached moods and had evidently come for an hour of agreeable companionship. I am beginning to get a little bored and tired. If it were not for this Vienna fund,

Starting point is 08:17:13 and to the newspapers for their assistance i am eternally grateful i believe i'd suggest that we leave for austria to-morrow and i wouldn't go clavering stood on the half-thrug smiling down at her with humorous defiance you switched me on to that play and there i stick until it's finished no chance for it in a honeymoon and no chance for undiluted happiness with that crashing round inside my head she shrank and turned cold but recovered herself sharply and dismissed the pang it was her first experience in her exhaustive knowledge of men of the writing temperament and after all it was part of the novelty of the man who had obliterated every other from her mind nor had she any intention of letting him see that he could hurt her she smiled sweetly and asked how is it coming on are you satisfied with it yes i am and so is gora dwight i finished two acts and i read them to her last night ah your egeria not a bit of it but she's a wise cold-blooded critic you can't blame me for not even talking about it to you i see so little of you that i've no intention of wasting any of the precious time but you might let me read it i'd rather wait until it's finished and as polished and perfect as i can make it i always want you to know me at my best oh my dear you forget that we are to be made one and remain twain do you really believe that we shall either of us always be at our best well to tell you the truth i don't care a hang whether we are or not i'll have you and or to myself and i won't say for a while at least do you imagine that when we return to new york i'm going to let society take possession of you again not only shall i work harder than i've ever worked before but i'd see little more of you than i do now

Starting point is 08:19:14 and that i'll never submit to again i'll write my next play inside this house and you'll be here when i want you not gadding about she felt a sudden pang of dismay apprehension new york she realized that not for a moment had she given up her original purpose but why disturbed the serenity of the present when she had him in the dolomites she answered him in the same light tone i'm having my last fling at new york society when we return we'll give our spare time to the sophisticates i see far less of them now than i like then with a further desire to investigate the literary temperament even if she were stabbed again in the process she looked at him with provocative eyes and said i've sometimes wondered why you haven't insisted upon a secret marriage i'm told it can be done with a reasonable prospect of success in certain states don't imagine i didn't think of it but-well i think the play would go flue you see i see and what about your next the next will be a comedy i'll never be able to write a tremendously emotional play again and meanwhile you will not deny that the artist has submerged the lover i admit nothing of the sort but you yourself let the artist loose and what in god's name should i be doing these cursed weeks if you hadn't you know you never would have consented to a secret marriage you've set your heart on the dolomites how about that interval of travel by the way liners and trains are not particularly conducive to illusions i thought i told you my plan is to be married there i should go on a preceding steamer and see that the lodge was in proper condition i want everything to be quite perfect and heaven only knows what has happened to it

Starting point is 08:21:12 oh this is a new one you've sprung but yes i like the idea i'd rather dreaded the prelude and then he made one of those abrupt vaultings out of one mood and into another which had fascinated her from the first god i wish we were there now when i'm not writing how many men have you got in love with you already but no i don't care when i'm here like this mary like this i don't care i don't care a hang if i never write another one-i don't care a-hang if i never write another line. End of Chapter 36. Chapter 37 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the Public Domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 37. During the following week she gave a dinner and insisted upon his attendance. She had given others to that increasing frong that had been young with her in the 80s, and to others who had stormed and conquered that once impregnable citadel. But she informed him, it was now time to entertain some of the younger women, and he must help her. He consented readily enough, for he was curious to see her surrounded by a

Starting point is 08:22:35 generation into which she had cruelly stepped, with no disadvantage to herself, and, from all he heard, considerable to them. He knew that not only vain, but other men in their late twenties and early thirties, were paying their devoted attentions. Dinwiddie, who met him in the park one day and dined with him in the casino, had spoken with modified enthusiasm of these conquests, but added that it was yet to be demonstrated whether the young men were egged by novelty or genuine coveting.

Starting point is 08:23:12 when he hinted that she may have appealed to that secret lust for the macabre that exists somewhere in all men clavering had scowled at him so ferociously that he had plunged into rhapsody and bewailed his own lost youth and then he had endeavored to sound the young man in whom he was most interested but in whose present relations with mary zatiani he had no inkling he had not inkling he had not yet yet he had not yet yet he had not yet yet he had not yet he had not seen them together, nor heard any fresh gossip since her second debut, but he was told to shut up and talk about the weather. Clavering, who knew that he would not always have a moment alone with her, went to the dinner in much the same mood as he went to a first night, in which he was reasonably sure of entertainment. It certainly would be good comedy, to the detached observer, and this he was quite careful. capable of being with nothing better in prospect. Nevertheless, he was utterly unprepared for the presence of Anne Goodrich and Marianne Lawrence,

Starting point is 08:24:23 for he understood that the dinner was given to the more important of the young married women, but they were the first persons he saw when he entered the drawing-room. They were standing together, shoulder to shoulder, he reflected cynically, and he knew that they privately detested each other, and not on his account only. How like Mary Satyani, with her superb confidence in herself, to ask these beautiful girls, who she had heard wanted to marry him themselves? Well, he understood women well enough to be indulgent to their little vanities.

Starting point is 08:25:02 He was almost the last of the guests, but he had time to observe the two girls before dinner was announced, in spite of the fact that he was claimed by other women. acquaintances before he could reach them. Anne stood regally handsome in gold-coloured tissue and payettes that gave a tawny light to her eyes and hair and to her skin and amber glow. She held her head very high and in spite of her mere five feet five looked little less stately than Madame Satyani, who wore a marvellous velvet gown the exact shade of her hair. marion lawrence was small but so perfectly made that her figure was always alluded to as her body and she carried her head not regally but with an insolent assurance that became her

Starting point is 08:25:56 she was very beautiful with a gleaming white skin that she never powdered nor coloured and hair like gold leaf parted and worn in smooth bands over her ears and knotted loosely on her neck in the fashion known as alabh her large greyish-green eyes were set far apart and her brows and lashes were black she had a straight innocent-looking nose with very thin nostrils into which she was capable of compressing the entire expression of a face. She generally wore the fashionable colours of the moment, but tonight her soft shimmering gown was of palest green, and Clavering wondered if this were a secret declaration of war. She too was of the siren class, and it was possible that she and Mary Zatiani derived from some common ancestors,

Starting point is 08:26:53 who had combed her hair on a rock or floated. northward over the steps of Russia. But there were abysmal differences between the two women, as clavering well knew. Marion Lawrence, with great natural intelligence, never read anything more serious than a novel, and preferred those that were not translated into English. She took no interest whatever in anything outside her inherited circumference, and had prided herself during the war upon ignoring its existence. She was as luxurious and as dainty as a cat, and one of the most ardent sportswoman in America.

Starting point is 08:27:35 She looked as if she had just stepped out of a stained glass window, and she was a hard, subtle, predatory flirt, too much in love with her beautiful body to give it wholly to any man. She had never really fallen in love with clavering until she had lost him, and he, his brief enthusiasm for her unique beauty, somewhat demoniac charm having subsided, had avoided her ever since, although they danced together at the few fashionable parties he attended. He knew her better now than when he had seen her daily, almost hourly, at a house party in the White Mountains, and almost as often for several

Starting point is 08:28:17 weeks after his return. This was shortly after his mistake with Anne, and her attraction had consisted largely in her complete difference from a really fine character toward whom he felt a certain resentment for having so much and still lacking the undefined essential. He had not deluded himself that he would find it in Marion Lawrence, but her paradoxes diverted him and he was quite willing to go as far as her technique permitted. It had never occurred to him for a moment that she was seriously in love with him,

Starting point is 08:28:53 but he had had more than one glimpse of her claws and he regarded her uneasily to-night and what was she and anne whispering about you will take in miss goodrich madame zatiani had said to him her eyes twinkling and he had merely shrugged his shoulders he did not care in the least whom he talked to it was the ensemble that interested him anne and marian were the only girls present the other women were between twenty-five and thirty-five or six madame satyani would seem to have chosen them all for their good looks and she looked younger than several of them mawold was the fashionable colour of the season there were three morph gowns at the table and the table was lit by very long very thin mauve candles above a long bank of all the table was lit by very thin mauve candles above a long bank of all orchids. Mrs. Rila had disinterred the family amethysts, but Mrs. Delacey and Mrs. Vane, Holly's daughter-in-law, wore the pearls. There were several tiaras, for they were going on to the opera and later to a ball. The company numbered 20, no, and there were three unmarried men besides Clavering, and including Harry Bain. Clavering found Marian Lawrence on his left, and

Starting point is 08:30:23 once more he caught a twinkle in Madame Zatiani's eyes as the guests surrounded the table. He had not seen Anne since the night of Susan's party, when they had varied the programme by sitting on the floor in front of the fire, roasting chestnuts and discussing philosophy, then playing poker until two o'clock in the morning. He asked her if she were comfortable and happy in her new life. Rather, she smiled with all her old, serene brightness, and her eyes dwelt on him in complete friendliness. I'd even sleep in the studio, but have made one concession to my poor family. They're not reconciled, but, after all, I am twenty-four, and spent two years in France. I have had three orders for portraits,

Starting point is 08:31:11 friends of the family, of course. I must be content to pull until I am taken seriously as an artist. If I can only exhibit at the National Academy, I shall feel full-fledged. and what of your new circle i've been to several parties and enjoyed myself hugely some of them get pretty tight but i've seen people tighter at house parties and not nearly so amusing and then gora and susan i've never liked any women as well this is the first dinner of the old sort i've been to since i started ah asked clavering absently why the exception well you see i am tremendously intrigue like every one else i'd met her several times at home and she came one day to my studio where the sophisticates made the most tremendous fuss over her but i was curious to see her in her own old home where she had rained so long ago as mary ogden mother told me that everything was unchanged except the stair carpet and her bedroom Her tone was slightly impersonal, and still more so, as she added, Why don't you write a novel about her, thee?

Starting point is 08:32:27 She must be the most remarkable psychological study of the age. Pancy living two lifetimes in the same body. It puts reincarnation to the blush. I suppose she'll bury us all. Clavering shot her a sharp, investigating glance, but replied suavely, Not necessarily. The same road is open to all of you. Miss Goodrich had never looked more the fine and dignified representative of her class as she lifted her candid eyes with an expression of disdain. My dear Lee, really, there are some women above that sort of thing.

Starting point is 08:33:06 Above? I don't think I follow you. But of course she's given hide-bound conservatism a pretty hard jolt. It's not that, really. But all women growing old and trying to be or looked young again, rather undignified, according to our standards, at least, and I have been brought up in the belief that they are at the highest in the world. And then one sense of humour. Humour? Is that what you call it? Damn all women for cats, the best of them. Anne? Why, yes, isn't it rather absurd, for more reasons than one? To my mind it is the compete Farse. She has regained the appearance and possibly the real feeling of youth, with all its capacity for enthusiasm and unawed emotions. It seems rather ludicrous. But still, it may be. Certainly the

Starting point is 08:34:01 interior should be in some degree a match for that marvellously restored face and body, but that whole thing is made farcicaled by the fact that she never can have children. And what else does youth in women really mean? Experience has taught me that it means quite a number of other things, and painting portraits is not fulfilling the first and highest duty of womanhood, dear Anne. Miss Goodrich flushed,

Starting point is 08:34:28 but accepted his score calmly. Oh, I shall marry, of course, but then, you see, I am young, really young. What are you two quarrelling about? broke in Miss Lawrence's husky voice. She had smoked steadily since taking her seat at the table, not so much because she had an irresistible passion for tobacco, as because it destroyed her appetite and preserved her figure.

Starting point is 08:34:54 I haven't seen Anne blush like that since she got back from France. I was just telling her how beautiful she looked tonight. And angry as he was, it amused him to hear Anne's little gasp of pleasure. Yes, doesn't she? Miss Lawrence blew a ring. and smiled sweetly. I've always been jealous of Anne. She's such a beautiful height.

Starting point is 08:35:18 I'm so glad the giraffes of the last generation seemed to have died out. Too bad when Madame Zatiani rejuvenated herself. She didn't slice off a few inches. She dwarfs even men of your height, although, of course, you are really taller. But then tall women,

Starting point is 08:35:36 she shrugged her shoulders, her crisp voice softened, and she went on as if thinking aloud. Do you know? to me she does not look young at all. I have a fancy she's hypnotised everyone but myself. I seem to see an old woman with a colossal will. But I'd like to know the name of that whitewash she uses.

Starting point is 08:35:56 It may come in handy someday. Not for another ten years, though. Oh, Lee, it's good to be really young and not have to be flattened out on a table under broiling X-rays and have your poor old feminine department cranked up. I wonder just how adventures men are. But clavering, although seething, Millie smiled. He knew himself to be like the man

Starting point is 08:36:20 who has had a virulent attack of smallpox and is immune for the rest of his life. Nevertheless, he would cheerfully have twisted her neck. She was holding that slim, lily-like throat up for his inspection, a cigarette between her thin scarlet lips as she looked at him over her shoulder. at sixteen she could not have been more outwardly unblemished and she emanated a heady essence her long green eyes met his keen satiric ones with melting languor but she said unexpectedly i hear she's going to marry mr osborne mother's old beau or is that mr dinwiddie how can one straighten out those old timers but it would be quite appropriate if she must marry and i suppose she's dying to but i know

Starting point is 08:37:10 she hasn't asked either of them tonight. I suppose it makes her feel younger to surround herself with young people. It certainly makes me feel frightfully young. I mean, she does. Do you think it good manners to discuss your hostess at her own table? Oh, manners, you'll always be a

Starting point is 08:37:28 Southerner Lee. New York has always prided itself on its bad manners. That is the real source of our strength. Pretty poor prop. It seems to me a sign. of congenital weakness. Oh, we never defend ourselves. By the way, I hear Jim Oglethorpe rushed poor little Janet off to Egypt, because he found her in your rooms and you refused to marry her. You're not such a gallant southerner, after all. What a lie! Who on earth started such a yarn?

Starting point is 08:38:01 But he turned cold, and his hand shook a little, as he raised his wine-glass. It's all over town, and people think you really ought to marry her. Of course those ridiculous little flappers don't care whether they are talked about or not, but their families do. I hear that old Mrs. Oglethorpe is quite ill over the scandal, and she always swore by you. Mrs. Oglethorpe, I happened to know,

Starting point is 08:38:28 as I dined there last night, was never better, and is delighted with the idea that Jim has taken Janet abroad to get her away from that rotten crowd. She looked non-plus, but returned to the charge. How stories do get about? They even say that he horsewipped you. Pray don't overtax your powers of invention.

Starting point is 08:38:50 You know there's no such story going about, or everybody here would have cut me dead. Try another tack. Well, I'll confess I made that up just to get a rise out of you. She looked at him speculatively. But about Janet, Well, you see, I know you for a gay deceiver. Mother is always using those old expressions that were in fashion in her and Mary Ogden's day.

Starting point is 08:39:17 I hear you even made love to our fair hostess until you found out the truth, and then you dropped her like a hot potato or a cold fish. I was surprised when she told me you were coming here tonight and asked her at once to seat us three together so that Anne and I could save you from feeling embarrassed. Not that I told her that, of course. I merely said, we were such old friends, we would naturally have a thousand things to talk about. She didn't turn her hair. I'll say that much for her.

Starting point is 08:39:48 But perhaps she thinks she's playing you on a long string. She's playing several poor fish who are here tonight. Should he tell her? He really could stand no more. He hadn't had doubt that the same rumour that had driven Janet to her crude attempt to compromise him and then blast her rival with naked words had reached these two older and cleverer but hardly subtler girls and they had joined forces to disenchant him

Starting point is 08:40:16 and make him feel the misguided young man they no doubt believed him to be he hated them both they had that for their pains he'd never willingly see one of them again he longed to blurt out the truth but this was not the right He glanced over at Madame Satyani, who sat in the middle of the table's length, receiving the intent homage of the men on either side of her, and looking more placid than any other woman in the room. It occurred to him that the rest were animated to excess,

Starting point is 08:40:52 even the wives of those two men, to whom it was patent, they were non-existent. He would have given his play at that moment to be able to stand up and ask the company to drink his health and hers. for a few moments he was left to himself both marian and anne being occupied with their neighbors and during those moments he sensed an atmosphere of hostility of impending danger he caught more than one malicious glance directed at mary and once a man in response to a whispered remark burst into uncontrollable laughter had these women come here but that was impossible even new york had its limits They might be icily rude to a pushing outsider, as indeed they had every right to be, but never to one of their own. Still, to this alarmed generation, possibly Madame Zatiani, was nothing more than a foreign woman

Starting point is 08:41:52 who had stormed the gates, and reduced them to a mere background. The fact that she had belonged to their mother's generation, and had abruptly descended to theirs, was enough to arouse every instinct of self-defence. He quite understood they must hate her, but in spite of that common enmity, his sensitive mind apprehended, they'd surely commit no overt act of hostility. Like all their kind, they were adepts in the art of freezing out. He had no doubt they had come here from mere curiosity, and that he would shortly hear they had ceased to entertain or receive her. but he wished the dinner were over. He was soon enlightened. Marion Lawrence leaned across the table.

Starting point is 08:42:42 Oh, Madame Zatiani, will you settle a dispute? Harry and I have been arguing about Disraeli. Your husband was an ambassador, wasn't he? Did you happen to be at the Berlin, what you call it? Oh, no, replied Madame Zatiani with open amusement. I was still Mary Ogden in 1878. "'Oh, the 70s and 80s are all one to me, I'm afraid. I'm shockingly ignorant. But we've all been saying that you ought to write your memoirs. Thirty-four years of diplomatic life in Europe.

Starting point is 08:43:18 You must have met everyone worth knowing, and it would be such a delightful way for us youngsters to learn history.' "'Oh, I kept a diary,' said Madame Zatiani likely. "'I may publish it some day.' and she turned pointedly to the man on her right why had she invited the little cat oh but madame zatiani exclaimed young mrs ryla whose black eyes were sparkling please don't wait i'm so interested in german history since the war you must have known four generations of hohenzollum too thrilling and bismarck and the empress elizabeth and crown prince rudolph do tell us the truth of that mysterious tragedy did you ever see marie i never heard of it until the other day when some of my mother's friends raked it up and i'd been excited ever since unfortunately my husband was a natasha in paris at the time and i never saw her i am afraid your curiosity will never be satisfied there will be there was a general impression that if vienna ever became the capital of a republic the archives would be opened in the truth of the mailing tragedy given to the world but all documents relating to private scandals must have been destroyed

Starting point is 08:44:39 she spoke with the utmost suavity the patient hostess with rather tiresome guests people in vienna i assure you take very little interest in that old scandal they are too busy and too uncomfortable marking his history of their own. Yes, it must be a hideously uncomfortable place to live in. Mrs. Leonard, another daughter-in-law of one of Mary's old friends, gave a little shudder. No wonder you got out. I was so glad to subscribe to your noble charity, dear Madame Zatiani. But—and she smiled winsomely.

Starting point is 08:45:15 I think we should get up a subscription for those wonderful scientists in Vienna. Every once in a while you hear the most harrowing stories of the starving scientists in Europe, and it would be too awful if those miracle men in Vienna should pass away from malnutrition before it is our turn to need them. "'Ah, dear Mrs. Reiler!' exclaimed Madame Zatiani with a smile as winsome as her own. "'You forget they will probably all be dead by that time, and that their pupils will be equally eminent and even more expert. For that matter, there will be experts in every city in the world.'

Starting point is 08:45:54 but clavering watching her anxiously had seen an expression of wonder drawn in her eyes quickly as she had banished it it was evident that whatever the secret spite of these women this was the first time they had given it open expression He glanced about the table. Young Vane's face was crimson, and he had turned his back pointedly on Marion Lawrence, who was smoking and grinning. She had started the ball, and was too indolent to take it out of hands that seemed to be equally efficient. Clavering leaned forward and caught Mary's eye with a peremptory expression, but she shook her head, although too imperceptibly for anyone else to catch the fleeting movement. and he sat back with a humiliating sense of impotence. He wished she were not so well able to take care of herself. This is abominable, murmured Anne Goodrich. It was possible that she was not in on the baiting.

Starting point is 08:46:56 Abominable, what must she think of us? Or perhaps they don't really mean to be horrid. They look innocent enough. After all, she could tell us many interesting things. Oh, they mean. it, said clavering bitterly. They mean it all right, and she knows it. You speak as if you were even more interested in her than poor Harry Vane. The indignation had faded from Miss Goodrich's lofty countenance.

Starting point is 08:47:25 Are you? Yes, I am, if you want the truth. I'd marry her tomorrow if she'd have me. This was as far as he could go. Oh! Her mouth trembled, but she did not look. wholly unprepared for the statement. But, Lee, you know how interested I have always been in you? How interested we all are in you? What is that to do with it? If you are so interested in me,

Starting point is 08:47:53 I should think I'd have your best wishes to carry off such a prize. Have you ever seen a more remarkable woman? Oh, remarkable, yes, but, well, and then she burst out. It seems to me unspeakably horrid. all I'd like to. Pray, don't. And suppose we change the subject. They're at it again, damn them. The men were looking very uncomfortable. The women were gazing at their hostess with round apologetic eyes. Mrs. Delacey, the youngest and prettiest of the married women, had clasped her hands as if worshipping at a shrine.

Starting point is 08:48:32 It seems too terrible. When we look back upon it, she exclaimed, and she infused her tones with a tragic ring of truth. Dear Madame Zatiani, that for even a little while we thought the most awful things about you. We'd heard of the wonderful things surgeons had done to mutilated faces during the war, and we were sure

Starting point is 08:48:54 that some one of them had taken one of your old photographs. How could we even guess the truth? How you must have hated us! How could I hate you? Madame Zatiani smiled charmingly. I had not been. the faintest idea you were discussing me.

Starting point is 08:49:12 But why, why did you shut yourself up so long after you came, when you must have known how mother and all your old friends longed to see you again? I was tired and resting. She frowned slightly. Such a question was a distinct liberty, and she had never either taken or permitted liberties. But she banished the frown and met her tormentor's eyes blandly. She had no intention of losing her poise for a moment.

Starting point is 08:49:39 "'Ah, I said it!' cried Mrs. Delacey. "'I knew it was not because you felt a natural hesitation in showing yourself. "'To me you seemed brave enough for anything. "'But it must have taken a lot of courage.' "'Courage?' "'Why, yes, fancy. "'Well, you see, I'm such a coward about what people say, "'especially if I thought they'd laugh at me,

Starting point is 08:50:05 "'that if I'd done it, I should have run off and hidden somewhere.' then what object in invoking the aid of science to defeat nature at one more point and i can assure you mrs delacey that when you are fifty-eight if you have not developed courage to face the world on every count it will merely be because you have indulged too frequently in unbridled passions ah yes but you didn't have any qualms at all certainly not i confess i am surprised that your rather strained view of what is really a rather simple matter simple why is the most extraordinary thing that's ever happened the world is equally astonished and resentful at every new discovery but in a short time accepts it as commonplace the layman resents all new ideas but the adjustment of the human mind is yet a human mind to the inevitable is common even among savages her slight affectation of pedantry was very well done and clavering could not detect the flicker of a lash as her eyes rested indulgently upon her tormentor well i don't see what that has to do with it anyhow it must make you feel terribly isolated madame zattiani shrugged her shoulders she could make this common gesture foreign and her access was a trifle more marked, as she answered. Here, possibly, but not in Europe,

Starting point is 08:51:35 where the treatment has been known and practiced for several years. It may interest you to hear that only yesterday I had a letter from a friend in Vienna telling me that an elderly countess, a great beauty some forty years ago, had announced triumphantly that once more men were following her on the street. Mrs. DeLacey burst into a peal of girlish laughter.

Starting point is 08:51:58 Pardon me, dear madame, that's "'We are used to it in your case now that we have got over the shock, but it does seem too funny. "'And Europe almost manless! "'What will the poor girls do?' "'Scratch their eyes out,' said Clavery, "'who could contain himself no longer.' "'Mrs. Delacey made no attempt to conceal the wicked sparkle in her eyes

Starting point is 08:52:23 "'as she turned to him. "'How crude! I suppose it was you who set those dreadful newspapers on poor Madame Zatiani. She turned back to her hostess. That has been a shocking ordeal for you. You know how we always avoid that sort of thing. We felt for you. I wanted to come and tell you.

Starting point is 08:52:44 You don't mind my telling you now. Your sympathy is very sweet, but I really have enjoyed it. You see, my dear child, when one has lived as long as I have, a new sensation is something to be grateful for. Oh, but... Mrs.

Starting point is 08:53:00 The Lacey's bright eyes were now charged with ingenuous curiosity. You don't really mean... We've had the most furious arguments. Couldn't you fall in love again? I don't mean like silly old women with boys, but really, like a young woman? Please let me have my little triumph. I've sworn you could. But then the poor men...

Starting point is 08:53:23 Upon my word, Madame Zatiani laughed at right. This one has gone far enough. I refuse to be the exclusive topic of conversation any longer. I am immensely flattered, but you are making me feel the rude her stess. And this time she turned, with an air of finality to the apologetic, almost purple, man at her side, and asked him to continue to enlighten her on municipal politics. One or two women shrugged their shoulders. A few looked crestfallen, others like Marion Lawrence, malignant.

Starting point is 08:53:58 She had marched off with the flag, no use blinking the fact, and it had been small satisfaction to make her admit what she had already told the world. The robbing in had evidently missed its mark, and the men, instead of looking cheap, were either infuriated or disgusted. Only clavering, who managed to look bored and remote, was attending strictly to his salad. One thing more they could do, however, and that was to make the dinner a failure.

Starting point is 08:54:29 They barely replied to the efforts of the men to make things go, and gloom settled over the table. Madame Zatiani continued to talk with placidity or animation to the men beside her, enclaveering started a running fire with Anne Goodrich, who, almost as angry as himself, loyally helped him on censorship, the latest books and plays,

Starting point is 08:54:52 even the situation in Washington, and they continued their painful efforts, until the signal was given to leave the table. End of Chapter 37. Chapter 38 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 38

Starting point is 08:55:26 The men did not linger in the dining room. The women protesting that they were later than usual for the opera, left immediately after they returned to the drawing room. there was a cool insolence in their good-byes and there was no doubt that they meant them to be final only anne goodrich shook the imperturbable hostess's hand warmly and asked if she might come some day to tea the husbands perforce went with their wives after farewells that sounded more like aurovois and so did the younger men except clavering and harry vane clavering planted himself on the hearthrug and vain scowling at him lingered uncertain He plunged his hands into his pockets, and, very red, stood in front of Madame Zatiani, who was leaning back in her chair and fanning herself leisurely. I feel like apologising for those beastly women, he blurted out.

Starting point is 08:56:24 Apologise? Madame Zatiani raised her eyebrows. Yes, can't you see they came here tonight with a deliberate intention of making New York too hot to hold you, so that you'd clear out? they've made up their minds that you changed yours about returning to Europe. They hate you. They're used to being jealous of one another, but this has knocked them silly and they can't get used to it. It's—it's—oh, it's too awful. I almost died of shame. I really do not understand. Do you mean to tell me? They meant to be rude? I thought they were rather naive and charming. Damned hypocrites. They hoped to make you say,

Starting point is 08:57:06 simply expire with embarrassment. But you were splendid. They must feel like naughty children that have been stood in a corner. Madame Zatiani laughed. Then I have unwittingly been playing my part in a little comedy. How stupid they must have thought me. But I really hope for their sakes that you are mistaken. She rose and held out her hand.

Starting point is 08:57:29 I am going to ask you to excuse me, Mr. Bame. I have a small commission for Mr. Clavering, who has kindly waited, and I am very tired. Vane's face fell, and he looked resentfully at Clavering, in whom he instantly recognised the rival. But there was nothing to do but go, and he went. When Madame Zatiani heard the front door close, she's told the footman on duty in the hall

Starting point is 08:57:55 to put out the lights and go to bed. Then she walked down the room to the library door. Will you put out these lights? she asked clavering. I believe we still have. a fire in here. Clavering, expecting to find her dissolved in tears and violent as his sympathy for her was, rejoicing that his was the part to comfort her, followed her precipitately. But she was standing by the table with scornful lips and eyes. I thought you'd be all broken up, he stammered. Tears of disappointment almost rose to

Starting point is 08:58:29 his own eyes. She laughed shortly. "'I? Do you suppose I will pay them so great? a compliment. But what a ridiculous exhibition they made of themselves. It seems incredible. But surely you must have been hurt, and stabbed. It isn't possible that you weren't. Oh yes, I was stabbed, but I think I was even more amused. I felt sorry for the poor things. I certainly never saw a more comically naked exhibition of human nature. It was worth coming to America for. Nor do I blame them. No doubt I should have felt the same at their age, although I hope I should even then have expressed myself in a fashion

Starting point is 08:59:11 a trifle more subtle, but a little less primeval. Good God, are you always so, so rational? She smiled slightly. If I deliberately unlearned the more valuable things a long life taught me, there would be no object beyond vanity in being young again. And don't you suppose I was grateful tonight for my years, those years so much, crowded with training and experience? Who better prepared than I to hold my own against a lot of raw Americans? That is the first human thing you've said. Raw? Wasn't it Darwin who said that we are all such a short distance in time removed from our common savage ancestors that it is a wonder

Starting point is 08:59:56 we don't revert oftener than we do? They were plain, unadulterated females. I believe men are more civilised than women. Oh no, but they revert on the ground. band scale. I cannot say I was totally unprepared, not for such a concerted and shocking exhibition, of course, but I felt their antagonism and expected to be dropped gradually from their set. Of course, this is the end, definitely. However, she shrugged her shoulders again. I have enjoyed the New York, which seems to have changed in so many ways since my day. And all dramas should have a proper curtain. Should they not? "'Is your own play finished, by the way?'

Starting point is 09:00:39 "'Oh!' he turned his back on her and leaned on the mantelpiece, dropping his head on his arms. He had never felt as far away from her, when he had been unable to learn even her name. "'What need has she, for him or any man?' Mary gave him a quick, comprehending glance, and came out of her isolation. She went over to him, turned him around,

Starting point is 09:01:03 and took his face between her hands. can't you imagine what it meant to me to have you there she asked softly it seemed to me that nothing else mattered we too are in a world of our own how could they seem more to me than a buzzing of so many brainless insects forget it and i shall but although he was consoled he wondered as he left the house if he would ever feel more depressed in his life she might love him but what else could he ever be to her but a lover his manhood rebelled if she had only flung herself weeping into his arms if for once he could have felt himself stronger than she indispensable end of chapter thirty eight chapter thirty nine of black oxen by gertrude atherton this libri box recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter thirty nine the dinner was on monday on wednesday morning she met him at the fort lee ferry at seven o'clock for one of their rare tramps she wore high-laced boots of soft leather a short skirt and jersey and a soft hat and if she had met any of her guests of that memorable dinner they would have looked profoundly thoughtful and renounced whatever hope of having seared her to the bone they may have cherished she strode through the woods above the palisades beside clavering with high head and sparkling eyes her arms swinging like a schoolboy's it was evident even to him who had waited for her anxiously that she had rubbed a sponge over her memory

Starting point is 09:02:56 she was in high spirits and looked as if she had not a care in the world there was a soft mist of green on the trees of the wood a few birds had already migrated northward their own world old wireless having warmed them of the early awakening of spring after an unusually mild winter and they were singing their matins she did not seem inclined for more than desultory conversation but she had the gift of making silence eloquent and clavering his fears banished although by no means at peace gave himself up to the pleasure of the moment they walked briskly for several miles then had their breakfast at a roadside inn and both were so hungry that they talked even less than before but there was little need for words between them the current was too strong and both were merely vital beings to whom companionship and healthy exercise were the highest good at the moment During the long walk back to the ferry she talked with a certain excitement, but it was all of the woods of Austria, the carefully tended woods with their leaping stags, their winding paths where no trolley cars overladen with commuters rushed streaking by, their enchanting vistas with a green lake at the end, or a monastery, or a castle on a lofty rock. She told him of the River Inn, roaring through its gorges, with its solitary mills, its clustered old villages huddled at the foot of the heavy, silent woods, and forgotten by the world. The millers were all old men now, no doubt, and the poor villages inhabited only by women and children,

Starting point is 09:04:39 or blinded and broken men, who had dragged themselves back from the war to exist where they had once given life and energy, to that quiet valley of the inn. If this made her sad for a moment it was purely an impersonal sadness and when they parted on the New York side of the ferry clavering had forgotten his doubts and went back to his work with a light heart and an untroubled mind.

Starting point is 09:05:04 The play was almost finished and its chances for swift production were far greater than is usually the case with the new adventurer into the most inhospitable of all fields of artistic endeavour. Adrian Hogarth, who had a play on Broadway every year, and Edwin's scores, who had recently exchanged the esteem of the few for the enthusiasm of the public, had read it act by act and given him the practical advice he needed. A dramatic critic always believes he knows more about plays than anyone else until he attempts to write one, but clavering at least, if not unduly modest, was too anxious to succeed, not to well. all the help he could get. They even sat in with him during the final revision, and the dispute was hot over the last act, an act so daring in technique, they were loath to believe that

Starting point is 09:05:58 even clavering, whose striking gifts they had always recognized, could put it over. Moreover, there was only one woman on the American stage who could act it, and that was Margaret Anglin. If it didn't appeal to her, he might as well dock it. younger actresses, clever as some of them were, had so far given no evidence of sustained emotional power. During the entire act, no one was on the stage but the woman, and she sat at a telephone talking with the man who controlled her destiny. Not only must that one-sided dialogue give as sharp and clear an idea of what the man was saying as if he had been present, with a vivid personality, the gestures and the mobile face he must have for the part, but the conversation,

Starting point is 09:06:48 beginning in happy confidence, ran the gamut of the emotions, portraying a war of wills and souls, and rising to inexorable spiritual tragedy. It was a scene whose like had never before been attempted without both protagonists on the stage, and it lasted 25 minutes. A scene as difficult to write as to act, but the two people were not. But the two people, Two playwrights admitted that in the deft use of words, which, without repetitions by the woman, left the audience in no doubt what the man was saying, made it almost possible to see him, and in the rising scale of emotion the act was a surpassingly brilliant piece of work. Clavering rewrote it fourteen times, and Hogarth and scores were finally almost as excited

Starting point is 09:07:36 as himself, although it was the last sort of thing he either would have tackled. whatever the originality of their own ideas they were careful to stick to the orthodox in treatment knowing the striking lack of originality in audiences gora dwight was more enthusiastic than he had ever known her to be over anything and one night he read the play to a select few at her house abbott was there and two other critics as well as susan forbes and her distinguished consort de wick turner the critics preserved their ferocious and frozen demeanour common to first nights and less common where cocktails were plentiful not for them to encourage a tyro and a confrere as if they were mere friends and well-wishers they left that to the others but after the last act had been discussed with fury abbot rose and said with a yawn oh well what's the use it's about the hardest play for actors ever written and the audience will either crack on that last act or pass away of their own emotions. It will be the former if anyone else had written the damn thing, but it'll go because it isn't time yet for the clavering luck to break.

Starting point is 09:08:54 You'll get it in the neck, old man, one of these days, and when you least expect it. You're one of Fate's pets, her pampered pup, and she'll purr over you until she had you besotted, and then she'll give you such a skinning that you'll wish you were little Jimmy Jones, cub reporter with a snub nose and freckles. I only hope to be in at the death to gloat. Then he shot out his hand. Good stuff, Clavey.

Starting point is 09:09:21 Congratulations you. Count on me. And he drank a high ball and waddled out. The others expressing their congratulations in various keys soon followed, and clavering was left alone with Gora. He was flushed and restless, but he doubted if he would feel happy. on the first night with the entire sophisticated body howling for author he had been more afraid of abbot and the two other critics than he a hardened critic himself had dared admit

Starting point is 09:09:54 gora watched him from her ottoman where she sat stark upright as usual and smoking calmly but her cold grey eyes were softer than usual she knew exactly how he felt and rejoiced with him but her expression in the lowly long silence grew more and more thoughtful. Finally she threw away her cigarette and said abruptly, "'Clavey!' "'Yes, Gora. He had been wandering about the room, but he halted in front of her, smiling. She smiled also. "'You do look so happy, but you're such a mercurial creature

Starting point is 09:10:30 "'that you'll probably wake up tomorrow morning "'with your soul steep in indigo.' "'Oh, no, I won't. "'It isn't as if I had nothing else in my life.' Gora alone knew of his engagement to marry Zatiani. That is it. I want to say something. I know you'll be angry with me, but just remember that I am not speaking as a friend, merely as an artist.

Starting point is 09:10:53 What are you driving at? Some of the exultation faded from Claverin's face. This, I no longer want you to marry Madame Zatiani. She served her purpose. Clavering stared, then laughed. Little you know about it. I know more about it than you think. Remember, it is my business to know people's mental insides down to the roots.

Starting point is 09:11:19 Not such a good metaphor that. Let it pass. I'm not to be diverted. I've seen her several times alone, you know. She lunched here the other day, and I purposely asked no one else. I believe I know her well enough to put her in a book, complex both naturally and artificially as she is maybe i shall some day you once told me that she had a character of formidable strength and the will to power something like that well i agree with you and i don't think you'd stand a chance of becoming a greater artist if you married her you're talking utter rot am i tell me that a year hence if you marry her if i'd tear the artist in me out by the roots before you're talking utter rot am i tell me that a year hence if you marry her if i'd tear the artist in me out by the roots before

Starting point is 09:12:05 before I'd give her up? You think so, I don't doubt it. But have you really projected your imagination into the future? I mean beyond the honeymoon. She tells me that she intends to live in Europe, that she has a great work to accomplish. Yes, and she needs my help. She doesn't need your help, not anybody's help.

Starting point is 09:12:27 For that matter, she'd be better off alone, for I don't doubt she will be in love with you longer than might be convenient. She has formidable powers of concentration, but you, what would become of your own career, you'd be absorbed, devoured, annihilated by that woman. You're no weakling, but you're an artist, and an artist's strength is not like the ordinary males. It's too messed up with temperament and imagination. You are strong enough to impress your personality on her, win her, make her love you

Starting point is 09:13:01 to the exclusion of everything else for the moment. and possibly hold her for a time. But you never could dominate her. What she needs is a statesman, if she must have marital partnership at all. Possibly not even a great executive brain could dominate her either. But at least it could force upon her a certain equality in personality, and that you never could do.

Starting point is 09:13:26 Not only would your own career be wrecked, but you'd end by being wretched and resentful, quite apart from your forfeited right to express your genius in your own way, because you've been accustomed all your life yourself to the dominating act. You've always been a star of some sort, and you've never discouraged yourself, except when in the dumps, out of the belief that a fixed position was waiting for you in the stellar firmament. To vary the metaphor, you've always been in the crack regiment,

Starting point is 09:13:58 even when the regiment was composed of Cub reporters, and you'd find yourself shrinking, shrinking, nothing but a famous woman's husband. Lover would be perhaps more like it. Here, Clavering swore and started down the room again. That interview in the library two weeks ago came back to him. He had banished its memory, and she had been feminine and exquisite and young ever since,

Starting point is 09:14:24 but that sudden vision of her standing by the table as he had rushed to her succour, calm and contemptupt. in her indomitable powers, weakened his muscles, and he walked unsteadily. Miss Dwight went on calmly, for she's going to be, a very famous woman make no doubt about that. It's quite on the cards that she may have a niche in history. You might be useful to her in many ways with that brain of yours, but it was given to you for another purpose, and you'd end by leaving her. You'd come home like a sick dog to its kennel, and become a hack.

Starting point is 09:15:01 Your genius would have shriveled to the roots. If you give her up now, your very unhappiness and baffled longings will make you do greater and greater things. Talent needs the pleasant pastures of content to browse on, but they sicken genius. If you married her, you wouldn't even have the pastures after the first dream was over and you certainly would have neither the independence of action nor the background of tragedy so necessary to your genius. that needs stones to bite on not husks believe me i know what i am talking about i have been through worse if personal happiness were brought to me on a gold platter with divine assurance that it would last

Starting point is 09:15:46 which it never does remember that clavey i should laugh in its face and if you let her go now you will one day say the same thing yourself but clavering had made a violent rebound he He threw himself into a chair and lit a cigarette, smiling at her indulgently. "'The trouble with you, Gora,' he said, "'is that you are, and probably always were, artists first and woman last. "'If you'd got the man you thought you wanted, "'you'd have chucked him in about six months, "'but I happen to be a man first and artist next.' "'Miss White shrugged her shoulders.

Starting point is 09:16:27 "'Will you deny that you have been completely happy while writing that play?' so happy and absorbed that you forgot everything else on earth and everybody that's true enough but if it's a mere question of happiness that's not the sort that lasts and the reaction is frightful i'm beginning to feel a hideous sense of loss and wish i had to do it all over again you can go to work on another i'll never feel to another play as i have to this that's what every artist has said to himself since the gods plucked out a ribbon invented the breed. Even if you do your comedy next, your submergence will be precisely the same. It's the creative pot boiling that does the business. I don't believe it. Well, don't then, and don't wake up as blue as paint tomorrow morning.

Starting point is 09:17:19 Reaction is the price we all have to pay for keeping the brain too long at a pitch so high above the normal. It's the downwash of blood from the organ it has kept at fever heat, and it's a long-sight less commonplace than reaction from too much love-making, especially when love-making has begun to pull, which it does sooner in artists than in ordinary men. Writers begin life all over again with each new release of the creative faculty, and each new work is as enthralling as the last. But love, she sighed.

Starting point is 09:17:52 You don't look as if I have made the slightest impression on you. You haven't. A man can combine both if a woman. woman cannot. You forget that we return here after two or three months in Austria, and here we remain for at least two years. Why are you so sure of that? Have you her actual promise? It is understood. I told her we should return, and she knew that I meant what I said. It is quite likely that she knew you meant it, but I'd like you to promise me that you will ask her to tell you exactly what she does intend to do when the honeymoon is over.

Starting point is 09:18:30 What do you mean? Klavering asked sharply. I mean that although she told me nothing of her plans, it was perfectly evident from her conversation that she intends to live her life in Europe and play a great role there. I infer that she is in constant correspondence with political friends in Austria. Do you mean that she has never told you this?

Starting point is 09:18:53 Clavering sat forward, frowning. No, we have had little time together, and have not wasted it on politics. Did she tell you this? Not she, but I got it. I can't tell you just how, but my intuitions are pretty good. Intuition's be hanged. Your creative tract is prepared for action, and has been doing a little stunt all by itself. Better get to work.

Starting point is 09:19:23 on it and plough up a new book. I don't doubt Mary has political friends in Austria and corresponds with them. Why shouldn't she? But she is not committed to any definite date or action. I'll swear to that. She'd have told me so honestly. Very well, I've said my say, but I wish— She fell silent and sat very still for several moments regarding the point of her

Starting point is 09:19:47 slipper. Then she looked up and said brightly, don't you think it's time to let the rest of them know what's going to happen it's hardly fair to your other friends and they are your friends clavy of course they are practically certain of it i don't think she'll mind particularly as the first sensation has pretty well run its course she thought she'd spare her own friends two shocks at once but i fancy she intends to go out among them less and less i'll ask her and if she agrees suppose you announce it miss white bent down and removed a pinch of ashes from her slipper do persuade her it would be a tremendous feather in my cap i'll give you both a dinner and announce it then settled well i'm off got my column to write he gathered up his manuscript and she went to the door with him as he held her hand he felt one of those subtle whispers along his nerves that had warned him of danger before he dropped her hand with a frown look here gora he said you haven't any mistaken idea of appealing to her have you what do you take me for demanded miss dwight angrily the father in camille well keep off the grass that's all ta-ta end of chapter thirty nine chapter forty-nine chapter forty of black oxen by gertrude atherton this libyvox recording is in the public domain recording by

Starting point is 09:21:28 Lynn Thompson Chapter 40 When Mary Zatiani returned home at 12 o'clock, after a tiresome morning in Judge Trent's office, she told the butler to send her luncheon upstairs, and ascended to the seclusion of her room, delighted with the prospect of a few hours she could call her own. These hours had been increasing during the past fortnight,

Starting point is 09:21:52 but were no less welcome. Not a word of that dinner was known to any, but those who had attended. it. People do not foul their own nest unless they are ready to desert it, and sometimes not then. Moreover, the women were too ashamed or too humiliated with their failure to invite the criticism of their friends, and although they avoided the subject among themselves, their agreement to bury it was no less final for being tacit. The men, with something of the deliberation of male guests at a diplomatic dinner, where there has been an unfortunate incident involving dangerous possibilities if known, called one another up on the telephone

Starting point is 09:22:34 the next day, and agreed to forget it. Even Dim Whitty never heard of it. As for Madame Zatiani, she could be trusted to dismiss it from her contemptuous mind. Nevertheless, these young women who had entertained her almost constantly, pointedly omitted her from their luncheons and dinners and parties, In her new, light-heartedness she had been induced to attend several parties during the past six weeks. And they had little difficulty in persuading others to follow their example.

Starting point is 09:23:08 The more amiable of the younger women might have looked upon their attack that night with horror if they had heard of it, as indeed several at the dinner had done. But they were no more enthusiastic over the foreign invasion than their militant sisters. The remonstrances of the men,

Starting point is 09:23:25 were unheeded, and when one or two tried to arrange theatre parties or dinners, in Madame Zatiani's honour, they received graceful regrets. Even the attitude of her older friends had changed, now that the dramatic novelty of her return to them and their first determined enthusiasm had worn off. They were betraying more and more their disapproval of what she had done. The more so, perhaps, as the majority of them being excessively thin, might have accomplished a like result had not their standards protected them. This naturally inspired them with a full realization of their superiority, which increased daily. If she had made the attempt and failed, it would have been bad enough, for such violations of the law of orthodoxy insulted the code in which she had been born

Starting point is 09:24:15 and reared, but triumphantly to have succeeded in making herself young again, while the rest of them were pursuing their unruffled way to the grave, was a deliberate insult both to themselves and a god. Moreover, they hardly knew what to talk to her about, and although this might still have been the case had she returned to them carrying a lot the crinkled and spotted flag of time, so far apart their lines had run, her scientific victory added an ever-increasing irritant. Also, she had never been a woman's woman, and it was patent that, as ever, she was far more animated in the company of men. Inevitably, old scandals were raped up. They had been frowned upon in the days when she was protected by her husband, and the great position he gave her,

Starting point is 09:25:04 and the rumours had been dismissed for more interesting scandals, both public and private at home. They no doubt would have remained in the limbo of history, had she returned looking no better than themselves, but her ridiculous defiance of nature revived them, and these ladies discovered that their memories were more lively than might have been expected of their years. It would be too much, as Mary told Clavering, to ask a violent contradiction of human nature from worn-out glands, and she bore them no malice. She only wondered that Jane Oglethorpe, Eleanor Goodrich, and Lily Tracy were still faithful in private. To the world all of them preserved a united front. They would not even discuss her with their children, much of

Starting point is 09:25:51 less their grandchildren, but they made up their minds that it would be for the good of her soul to let her see, with no flaw in their politeness, just what uncompromisingly sensible women of high moral and social responsibilities thought of her. Mary, being human, felt the pinprits, but was glad, on the whole, to be rid of them. Those first few weeks of almost girlish pleasure in what was to her a novel society had vanished forever on the night of her dinner. scornful and indifferent she might be but although they could not kill her youth they drove home to her what she had guessed in the beginning that the society and the companionship of young people fashionable young people at least were not for her their conversations interests shallow mental attitude to life bored her that curious brief period of mental rejuvencence had been due to the novelty and excitement of being in love again after long and arid years.

Starting point is 09:26:55 And now Judge Trent had told her that she would be free to leave in a fortnight. She had walked the three miles from Broad Street with a buoyant step, and she had vowed that never, not for any consideration whatever, would she set foot in America again. Vienna was the city of her heart, as well as of her future exploits. She would buy the old Zatiani Palace from her widowed niece-in-law, and make it the most famous rendez-boot in Europe.

Starting point is 09:27:24 But of all this, nothing to clavering, until they were in the Dolomites. She rang for her maid and exchanged her tweed walking suit for a teagown of violet velvet and snow-white chiffon, with stockings and slippers to match. She expected no one, but it was always a delight to her to be exquisitely and becomingly dressed.

Starting point is 09:27:45 Even in the seclusion of her Hungarian estate, she had arrayed herself as appropriately for outdoors, and as fastidiously for the house, as if she had been under the critical eye of the world, for daintiness and luxury, were as ingrained as ordinary cleanliness and refinement. During the war she had not rebelled at her hard and unremitting labours, but she had often indulged in a fleeting regret for the frequent luxury of the bath, the soft caress of delicate underwear, for charming toilettes, and she had sometimes scowled at her white cotton stockings with a feeling of positive hatred judge trent while she was still in austria had sent her a cheque for forty thousand dollars she had given half of it to relief organisations in vienna

Starting point is 09:28:33 and then gone to paris and indulged in an orgy of clothes she looked back upon that wholly feminine reversion when she had avoided every one she had ever known as one of the completely satisfactory episodes of her life even with unrestored youth and beauty and a soberer choice of costumes she would still have experienced a certain degree of excited pleasure in adorning herself she had always liked the light freshness of chintz in her bedroom leaving luxury to her boudoir but here she had furnished no boudoir her stay was to be short and her bedroom was as large as two ordinary rooms she spent many hours in it when its violet and white's simplicity's appealed to her mood. Today it was redolent of the lilacs clavering had sent her, and through the open windows came the singing of birds in the few trees still left in the old street. She loved comfort as much as she loved exercise, and after her careful toilette was finished and her maid had gone, she settled herself luxuriously in a deep chair before her desk, and opened one of the drawers. The European mail had arrived yesterday, and she had only glanced through half of it. But

Starting point is 09:29:47 she must read all of those letters today and answer some of them before the sailings on Saturday. The telephone on a little stand at her elbow rang, and she took the receiver from its spreading violet skirts, and raised it to her ear. As she had expected it was clavering. He told her that he had promised Gora Dwight the evening before to ask her permission to announce their engagement. For a moment she stared into the instrument, then she said hurriedly, almost breathlessly, No, I'd rather not. I hate the vulgarity of congratulations, publicity of my private affairs.

Starting point is 09:30:24 I've always said that when one marries a second time, the decent thing to do is to marry first and tell afterwards. But they guess it, you know. That is quite different. It was Madame Zatiani who spoke now, and her tones were deliberate and final. Quite a different thing from being congratulated and tormented by newspapers. She dismissed the subject.

Starting point is 09:30:45 I shall be free to be free to, weeks from today. What do you think of that?' Her voice was both gay and tender. Judge Trent will see it once about engaging my stateroom. Don't tell me that play of yours will prevent you from following shortly after. Not a bit of it. We shall only be gone two months, and even if Hogarth succeeds in placing it with his manager, as he expects, it might be several months before rehearsals. Then it all fits in quite charmingly. You are coming to dinner to-night. "'Well, rather—' "'Why do you come early? I have many things to tell you.'

Starting point is 09:31:21 "'It'll not be for that I'll come early.' Mary smiled and hung up the receiver. She would have to let him return to New York for a time, possibly, but herself she would go on to Vienna, no doubt about that. She returned to her letters. Those that required answers she placed in a separate heap with a penciled note on the back, for she was neat and methodical.

Starting point is 09:31:45 she even slipped the envelopes with a paper knife that was always at hand for the purpose and the envelopes were dropped at once into the waste-basket the contents for the most part were expected and related to her work in vienna the disposition of monies she had sent over and the usual clamouring for more but when she had read half-way through a long letter from baroness towersburg in whose capable hands she had left the most important of her charities she involuntarily stiffened and sat forward a little several pages of her friend's letters were always devoted to business the rest to gossip in return mary enlivened her own letters with many of her american adventures though she had made no mention of clavering i need not ask if you remember hohenhower continued frau von powersperg although i suppose like the rest of us you saw nothing of him after the war he was as you know not in bad standing with the new government like the reactionary nobles as he had always been a liberal in politics and had a good record as a generous and just landlord but they did not have intelligence enough to ask him to be a member of the cabinet or to send him to the peace conference where he had a good record as a generous and just landlord but they did not have intelligence enough to ask him to be a member of the cabinet or to send him to the peace conference where he alone, of all Austrians, perhaps, might have won some advantage for this wretched country. The present government seems to have appreciated that initial mistake of ignoring him, for they have invited him to return from his estate in Switzerland, where he has been staying,

Starting point is 09:33:21 and to act in some advisory capacity. That means, we think here, that he will soon have the whole thing in his hands. The first step he took was to pay a visit to Bavaria and have a conference with Count L. And no doubt you will surmise what that means. He went incognito, however, and few people even here in Vienna know of that visit, much less the rest of Europe. Very shortly he goes to America, whether for reasons connected with his sudden interest in Bavaria I have no means of knowing, but ostensibly because his New York lawyers demand his presence in regard to the large sum of money he invested in the United States. The government makes no objection to this journey, as you may imagine, for they know they can depend on him to spend it in the cause of Austria under his

Starting point is 09:34:12 leadership. Imagine what it will mean to have the income of several million American dollars rolling in to be exchanged for Austrian-Kronen, or the capital, if he thinks the end, justifies it. No doubt you will see him, for he always had the greatest respect for you, your opinion. Was it not you who advised him to sell out practically everything he possessed, except the land in Galicia, and invest it in America? I have no doubt he will confide in you and ask your advice. You have a wonderful flair for politics, dear Marie, and you know what we all expect of you. Hurry, hurry, hurry and come back to us. We need you in a thousand ways. But what a rest that sojourn in the gay and brilliant and rich city of New York must have given you.

Starting point is 09:34:59 it is both wonderful and saddening to read of the most unbelievable contrast to our poor vienna but they are generous the second cheque from your vienna fund came yesterday do leave the oev in reliable and sympathetic hands dear marie so that it may go on until well god only knows when mary read this portion of the letter over twice the serenity of her face routed by a frown of course she had expected to meet this man in the future, indeed, had had a very definite idea of playing his cards immediately upon her return to Vienna. But that he should come here, now, that was another matter. She had succeeded in dismissing the past, and she resented this dark reminder. Well, she could refuse to see him, and possibly he would not arrive until after her departure. And then she sighed again. The futility of attempting to travel through even one brief cross-section of life on a straight line. Her luncheon was brought up to her, and when it was finished, she answered her letters,

Starting point is 09:36:09 and settled down to the latest novel of one of her new friends. But Gora Dwight was announced, and she put the book aside with a sensation of pleasant anticipation. She liked no one better of her new American acquaintances, and had made no objection when Clavering had asked her to let him confide his engagement to Gora Dwight alone. He felt that he owed her the compliment. How he was to obtain the forgiveness of Mrs. Oglethorpe was a thought he dared not dwell on. And Mary, little disposed as she was to intimacies, had felt a certain release in speaking of her engagement to another woman. End of Chapter 40. Chapter 41 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librivox recording is in the

Starting point is 09:37:03 public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 41. Gora was looking her best in a smart spring frock of brown tweed with a drooping red feather on her hat, whose pointed brim almost, but not quite obscured one eye. The two women greeted each other with something like affection, and after the usual feminine preliminaries were over, Gora exclaimed with enthusiasm, I have come to tell you how really wonderful Lee's play is, and to say that I could have shaken him for not letting you hear it, but he seems determined that it shall burst upon you in the unmitigated glory of a first-night performance. Madame Zatiani smiled very slightly. Yes, he made a great point of that. I could only let him have his way. He is very fond of having his way, is he not? Well, we've spoiled him,

Starting point is 09:37:58 you see, and those of us who have heard the play are more excited than we have been over anything for a long time. Those that haven't are not far behind. I believe there is a dinner or a party in his honour projected for every night for weeks to come. Madame Vatiani raised her eyebrows in genuine surprise. Isn't it rather unusual that, to fate an author before he has made his debut? It is rather, but in this case it's different. We've waited since. so long for Clavy to do a big thing that we must let off steam at once. He certainly seems to be a tremendous favourite among you. Several of his friends were here at dinner the other night.

Starting point is 09:38:40 I was sorry you were unable to come. And really they seemed to be able to talk of nothing else. They are all very charming to me now, but I am wondering if they will be more than amiably interested in me when I am merely the wife of a famous playwright. Oh, you must do something yourself, said Miss Dwight. emphatically, I am sure you could write, and equally sure that you will try, for you could not live constantly with such workers as we are, without being stung by the same busy little bee.

Starting point is 09:39:10 You have suggested genius to me from the first, and I am convinced it is not merely the genius of personality. Your life has stifled your talents, but now it is time to discover them, and take your place in American letters. I had thought such talents as I possess should be used in the attempt to play a humble part in the reconstruction of Europe, murmured Madame Zatiani, and one of her beautiful white hands moved toward the cigarette-box with a curious tensing of the muscles, which seemed to rob it subtly of its lightness of flesh. Nothing escaped Miss Dwight's observing eye, and she replied casually, Oh, Europe isn't worth the effort, dear Madame Zatiani, it's too far gone. The future of the

Starting point is 09:39:54 world lies here in the United States. New York is the brain and soul of the United States. Moreover, if you want to help Europe, you can write about it here. Be the one to give us all a clearer understanding of that miserable chaos. But I detest writing, said Madame Zatiani, who was lying back and watching her smoke rings. I like the activity of doing, and I have had an experience that particularly fits me for political intrigue. If this were Washington, now. Oh, Washington. Washington. Washington is merely one of the islands outside of New York. So is Chicago, Boston, and the rest of them. And don't imagine you would not become fascinated with writing as soon as you were in your stride. Here is a simple recipe to begin with. Get up every morning

Starting point is 09:40:43 with the set intention of writing, and go to your desk and sit there for three hours, whether you accomplish anything or not. Before long, you will find that you are writing madly, not waiting for inspiration, and you will have clavy to criticize you. The rest is only stern self-discipline. Here is another suggestion. When you have brain fag, go to bed for two days and starve. The result is miraculous. So, that is the way American writers are made. There are so many of them, I had often wondered. Oh, not at all, Miss White rushed to the defense of Native American genius. But all writers, no matter what their gifts, often go through a period of, torture while forming habits of regular work.

Starting point is 09:41:28 It sounds like torture. She gave Gora a glance of lazy amusement. Really, Miss Dwight, are you trying to frighten me off? But Gora did not blush. If she chose to concentrate her agile mind on acting, the accomplished actress opposite could give her a few points. She replied with convincing emphasis. Certainly not.

Starting point is 09:41:51 What an odd idea. I have the most enormous respect. for your abilities, and you should be famous for something besides beauty, and I should like to see you live down mere notoriety. I've loved the notoriety, and rather regret that it seems to have lost flavour with time. But I'll never make a writer, Miss Dwight, and have not the least intention of trying. But surely you'll not be content to be just Lee's wife, why practically every woman in our crowd does something. There used to be a superstition that two brain workers could not live comfortably under the same roof, but as a matter of fact we've proved that a woman

Starting point is 09:42:29 keeps her husband far longer if her brain is as productive as his. Each inspires and interests the other. Another old cliché gone to the dust-bin. Our sort of men want something more from a woman than good housekeeping. Not that men no longer want to be comfortable, but the clever women of today have learned to combine both. Marvelous age and marvellous America. Don't you think I could keep Lee interested without grinding away at my desk for three hours every morning and lying in hungry misery for days at a time? You could keep any man interested. I wasn't thinking of him, but of you. He has more than a man's entitled to already. Men are selfish brutes, and I waste no sympathy on them. It's women who have the rotten deal in this world, the best of them. And men are

Starting point is 09:43:19 as vain as they are selfish. It's an enormous advantage for a woman to have her own repugue. It's a reputation and her own separate life. No man should be able to feel that he possesses a woman wholly. He simply can't stand it. Quite right, discarding modesty, I may add that I am an old hand at that game. Gora regarded her with frank admiration, wholly unassumed. Oh, you couldn't lose clavy if you tried. He is mad about you. We can all see that, and I knew it before he did himself. it's only really that i'm afraid that you'll be bored to death with so much shop if you don't set up one for yourself oh i never intend to be bored again as long as i live mary zatiani was a very shrewd woman and she determined on a bold stroke her suspicion lingered but had lost its edge gora dwight was deep and subtle but there was no doubt that she was honorable i shall tell you something she said but you must give me your word that you will not betray me, not even to Lee.

Starting point is 09:44:26 Miss Dwight's mind, not her body, gave a slight stir of uneasiness. But she answered warmly, Of course I promise. Very well, then. It is this. I shall never return to America. I sail in a fortnight. Lee follows soon after, and we shall be married in Austria.

Starting point is 09:44:44 But, but his play! Miss Dwight was too startled to act. He must be here for rehearsals. Someone has said that plays are not written, they're rewritten, and it's pretty close to the truth. I shall consent to his returning in time for rehearsals. Prolonged honeymoons are indiscreet. It is better to divide them into a series. I fancy the series might hold out indefinitely if adroitly spaced. Moreover, being a modern myself, I like new methods, and he will be too busy to miss me. I shall be equally busy in Vienna.

Starting point is 09:45:21 But will he consent, Lee? He's not used to having his plans made for him. He's about the most dominating male, I know. I feel sure he will when the time comes. It is woman's peculiar gift, you know, to convince the dominating male that he wants what she wants. Gora laughed, but she could also turn mental somersaults.

Starting point is 09:45:43 I think it is a splendid arrangement. Then we should not lose Lee altogether. for we really are devoted to him he is an adorable creature for all his absurdities but i can't endure the thought of losing you you must pay me a long visit in vienna many visits i can assure you that you will find material there under my guidance for a really great novel Gora's eyes sparkled. She was all artists at once. I should like that. How kind of you! And what a setting! Yes, Austria is the most interesting country in Europe, and the most beautiful to look at and describe. It will be heavenly.

Starting point is 09:46:26 Gora made up her mind at once that she would waste no more ingenuity to stop this marriage. Its modernity appealed to her, and she foresaw new impulses to creation. The American scene, conceivably, might grow monotonous with time, and with these daily recruits spent upon describing its minutiae, with the relentless efficiency of the camera. But with all her soul, she loved beauty. With the possible exception of Bavaria, she knew Austria to be the darling of nature.

Starting point is 09:46:59 Once more she chose to believe this woman could manage clavering to his own good, and to the satisfaction of his friends, who, as she well knew, were alarmed and alert. They were too polite to show it, but much of their enthusiasm for Madame Satyani had dimmed with the knowledge that she was a scientific phenomenon. Fundamentally, the brilliant creative mind

Starting point is 09:47:21 is quite as conservative as the worldly, or the inarticulate millions between, for they have common ancestors and common traditions. They feared not only to lose him, moreover, but had begun to ask one another if his career would not be wrecked. Miss Dwight concluded that such an uncommon and romantic marriage might be a spur to Clavering's genius,

Starting point is 09:47:45 which might weaken in a conventional marital drama set in the city of New York. She rose and for the first time kissed Madame Datiani. It will be too perfect, she said. Let me visit you in summer when he is rehearsing. He can arrange to have his first nights in September and then write his next play in Austria, filling his time while you were absorbed in politics. Heaven, what a theme! Someday I'll use it. Perfectly disguised, of course. And I'll give you points, said Mary, laughing. She returned the others' embrace,

Starting point is 09:48:20 but when she was alone she sighed and sank back in her chair without picking up her book. Miss Gora Dwight had given her something to think of. The last thing she wanted was a serial honeymoon. She wanted this man's companionship and his help, but she had slowly been forced to the conclusion that Claverings was a mind whose enthusiasms could only be inspired by some form of creative art. Politics would never appeal to it. In her comparative ignorance of the denaturalized brain,

Starting point is 09:48:51 she had believed that a brilliant, gifted mind could concentrate itself upon any object with equal fertility and power. But she had seen too much of the sophisticates of late, and studied clavering in too many of his moods to cherish the illusion any longer. Playwriting seemed to her a contemptible pastime

Starting point is 09:49:13 compared with the hideous facts of life as exemplified in Europe, and she had restrained herself from an angry outburst more than once, but she was too philosophical, possibly too fatalistic, not to have dismissed this attitude eventually. Clavering could not be changed,

Starting point is 09:49:31 but neither could she. There would be the usual compromises, after all, of what was life made up, but of compromise. But the early glow of the wondrous dream had faded. The mistress was evidently the role nature had cast her to play. The vision of home, the complete matehood, had gone the way of all dreams. End of Chapter 41. Chapter 42 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Aftred Aft. this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter forty two she was not sorry to forego the doubtful luxury of meditation on the sadness of life when miss trevor's card was brought to her she told the servant to show her up and bring tea immediately she was not interested in agnes trevor a younger sister of polly vane but at all events she would talk about her settlement work and give a comfortably commonplace atmosphere to the room in which tragic clouds were rising. As it happened, Mary, during these past weeks, had seen little of New York women between the relics of her old set and their lively society-loving daughters.

Starting point is 09:50:54 The women between 40 and 50, whether devoted to fashion, politics, husbands, children or good works, had so far escaped her, and Agnes Trevor, who lived with Mrs. Vane, was practically the only representative of the intermediate age with whom she had exchanged a dozen words. But the admirable spinster had taken up the cause of the Vienna children with enthusiasm, and raised a good deal of money, besides contributing liberally herself. She was forty-two, and although she was said to have been a beautiful girl, was now merely patrician in appearance, very tall and thin. and spinsterish, with a clean but faded complexion, and hair-coloured hair, beginning to turn grey. She had left society in her early twenties, and devoted herself to moralising the East Side. She came in with a light step, and an air of subdued bright energy, very smartly but plainly dressed in dark blue tweed, with a large black hat in which a wing had been accurately placed by the best milliner in New York.

Starting point is 09:52:05 her clothes was so well worn and her grooming was so meticulous her accent so clean and crisp her manner so devoid of patronage yet subtly remote her controlled heart so kind that she perennally fascinated the buxom rather sloppy preternaturally acute and wholly unaristocratic young ladies of the east side mary who had a dangerous habit of characterizing people in her day-book had written when she met her Agnes Trevor. She radiates intelligence, goodwill, cheeriness, innate superiority, and uncompromising virginity. "'Dear Mary!' she exclaimed in her crisp, bright tones as she kissed her amiable hostess. "'How delightful to find you alone! I was afraid you would be surrounded, as usual.' "'Oh, my novelty is wearing off,' said Mary dryly, but I will tell them to admit no one else today. I find I enjoy one person at a time. One gets rather tired in New York of the unfinished sentence.

Starting point is 09:53:11 Oh, do. Mary's quick eye took note of a certain repressed excitement in the fine eyes of her guest who had taken an upright chair. Lounging did not accord with that spare ascetic figure. And you are quite right. It is seldom one has anything like real conversation. One has to go for that to those of our old or women who have given up society to cultivate the intellects God gave them.

Starting point is 09:53:38 Are there any? murmured Mary. Oh, my dear, yes, but of course you've had no time to meet them in your mad world. Now that things have slowed down a bit, you must meet them. I'm afraid it's too late. I sail in a fortnight. Oh, Miss Trevor's voice shook oddly, and the slow colour crept up her cheeks. but at that moment the tea was brought in will you pour it out said mary i'm feeling rather lazy of course miss trevor was highly acquiescent she seated herself before the table the man retired with instructions that madame was not at home to other callers

Starting point is 09:54:20 mary watched her closely as she stirred the tea with a little business-like air warmed the cups distributed the lemon and then poured out the clear brown fluid for moza uhlong she said sniffing daintily the only tea i hate people who drink scented teas don't you i'm going to have a very strong cup so i'll wait a minute or two i'm rather tired you you look as if you never relaxed in your sleep how do you keep it up oh think of the life the younger women lead mine is a quiet amble along a country rowed by comparison, but monotonous. The last word came out with the effect of a tiny explosion. It evidently surprised Miss Trevor herself, for she frowned, poured out a cup of tea that was almost black, and began sipping it with a somewhat elaborate concentration for one so simple and direct of method.

Starting point is 09:55:24 I'm afraid good works are apt to grow monotonous. A sad commentary on the triumphs of civilization over undiluted nature. nature. Mary continued to watch the torch-bearer of the east side. Don't you sometimes hate it? She asked the question, idly, interested for the moment in probing under another shell hardened in the mould of time, and half hoping that Agnes would be natural and human for once, ceased to be the bright, well-oiled machine. She was by no means prepared for what she got. Miss Trevor gulped down the scalding tea. in an almost unladylike manner, and put down the cup with a shaking hand.

Starting point is 09:56:07 "'That's what I've come to see you about,' she said in a low, intense voice, and her teeth set for a moment, as if she had taken a bit between them. "'Mary, you've upset my life. "'I? What next?' "'I suppose you have troubles of your own, dear, and I hate to bother you with mine.' "'Oh, mine amount to nothing at present, and if I can help you, you? She felt no enthusiasm at the prospect, but she saw that the woman was laboring under excitement of some sort, and if she could not give her sympathy, at least she might help her with sound

Starting point is 09:56:43 practical advice. Moreover, she was in for it. Better tell me all about it. It is terribly hard. I'm so humiliated, and, I suppose no more reticent woman ever lived. Oh, reticence. why not emulate the younger generation i'm not sure although i prefer the happy medium myself that they are not wiser than their grandmothers and their maiden aunts on the principle that confession is good for the soul i don't believe that women will be so obsessed by well let us say sex in the future miss trevor flushed darkly it is possible that's what i am a maiden aunt just that a nothing more. Nothing more? I thought you were accounted one of the most useful women in serious New York. I thought of Mother to the east side. Mother? How could I be a mother? I'm only a maiden aunt even down there. Not that I want to be a mother. I was going to ask you why you did not marry even now. It is not too late to have children of your own. Oh yes it is. That's all over,

Starting point is 09:57:59 or nearly, but I can't say that I ever did long for children of my own, although I get on beautifully with them. Well, asked Mary patiently, what is it that you want? A husband! This time there was no doubt about the explosion. Mary felt a faint sensation of distaste, and wondered if she were reverting to type as a result of this recent association with the generation that still clung to the distastes,

Starting point is 09:58:27 and the disclaimers of the nineteenth century why didn't you marry when you were a girl i am told that you were quite lovely i hated the thought i was in love twice but i had a sort of cold purity that i was proud of the bare idea of-of that nauseated me pity you hadn't done some settlement work first that must have knocked prudishness out of you i should think it horrified me so that for several years I hardly could get on with it, and I have always refused to mix the sexes in my house down there, but, of course, I could not help hearing things, seeing things, and after a while I did get hardened, and ceased to be revolted. I learned to look upon all of that sort of thing as a matter of course. But it was too late then. I had lost what little looks I had ever possessed. I grew to look like an old maid long before I was 30. Why is nature so cruel, Mary? I fancy a good many American women developed very slowly, sexually. You were merely one of them. I wonder you had the climacterics so early. But nature was very fond of taking her little revenges.

Starting point is 09:59:45 you defied her and she smote you. Oh, yes, she smote me, but I never fully realized it until you came. I hardly follow you. Oh, don't you see? You have shown us that women can begin life over again, undo their awful mistakes. And yet I don't dare.

Starting point is 10:00:08 Don't dare. Why not, pray? Better come with me to Vienna if you haven't the courage to face the music. here. Oh, I haven't the courage. I couldn't carry things off with such a high hand as you do. You were always high and mighty, they say, and have done as you please all your life. You don't care a pin whether we approve of what you've done or not. It's the way you're made, but I couldn't stand it. The admission of vanity, after the life I've led. The young women would

Starting point is 10:00:40 say in their nasty slang that I was probably man crazy. And I was, and I was probably man crazy. "'And aren't you?' asked Mary, coolly. "'Isn't that just what is the matter? "'The sex imagination often outlived the withering of the sex glands. "'Come now, admit it. "'Forget that you are a pastel-tinted remnant of the old order, "'and call a spade a spade. "'There's something terrifying about you, Mary.

Starting point is 10:01:06 "'Miss Trevor had flushed a dark purple, "'but she had very honest eyes, and they did not falter. but I respect you more than any woman I have ever known, and although you are not very sympathetic, you are the only person on earth to whom I could even mention such a subject. Well, go ahead, said Mary resignedly. If you want my advice, take your courage in your hands and do it. However people make up, there is nothing they so much admire as courage.

Starting point is 10:01:39 Yes, but they make you suffer tortures just because they do. admire it, or to keep themselves from admitting it. True enough, but after all, they don't matter. Life would be so much simpler if we'd all make up our minds that what other people think about us does not signify in the least. It's only permitting it to signify that permits it to exist. That's all very well for you, but it's really a question of temperament. Do you think I'd dare come back here, looking like a girl again. And I suppose I should. I'm 16 years younger than you. You must know how many of the women hate you. That sort of hate may be very stimulating, my dear Agnes, said Madame Zatiani, dryly. I can understand that, but I should return to what

Starting point is 10:02:31 it is, hardly an exaggeration to call a life of a thousand intimacies, the ridicule, the contempt, the merciless criticism. I don't want to live anywhere else. I can't face it. But, oh, I do so want it. I do so want it. But just think of the compensations. No doubt you would marry immediately.

Starting point is 10:02:55 If you were happy and with a man to protect you, how much would you care? Oh! Once more the thin, ascetic face was dyed with an unbecoming flush. Oh! And then the barriers fell with a crash, and she hurried on, the words tumbling over one another, as her memory, its inhibition shattered, swept back into the dark vortex of her secret past. Oh, Mary, you don't know, you don't know, you, who've had all the men you ever wanted, who they say have a young man now. The nights of horror I've passed. I've never slept to wink the nights our girls married.

Starting point is 10:03:35 I could have killed them. I could have killed every man I've met for asking nothing of me. It seems to me that I've thought of nothing else for twenty years. When I've been teaching, counselling good thoughts, virtue, good conduct to those girls down there, it's been in the background of my mind every minute like a terrible obsession. I wonder I haven't gone mad. Some of us old maids do go mad. And no one knew until they raved.

Starting point is 10:04:04 What was the matter? them. When Hannah Delacey lost her mind three years ago I heard one of the doctors telling Peter Vane that her talk was the most libidinous he had ever listened to, and she was the most forbidding org made in New York. I know if I lose my mind it will be the same, and that alone is enough to drive any decent woman mad. I thought I'd get over it in time. I used to pray, and fight with my will. But when the time came when I should have been released, i was afraid i would and then i deliberately did everything i could to keep it alive i couldn't lose my right it was my right i couldn't tell you all the things i've oh i tell you that unless i can be young again and have some man any man i don't care whether he'll marry me or not i'll go mad mad her voice had risen to a shriek she would be in hysterics in another moment mary

Starting point is 10:05:06 who was on the point of nausea, went hastily into her dressing-room and poured out a dose of salvole and teal. Here, she said, peremptorily, drink this, I'll not listen to another word, and I don't wish to be obliged to call an ambulance. Miss Trevor gulped it down, and then permitted herself to be led to a sofa, where she lay sprawled, her immaculate hat on one side, giving her the look of a debauched, gerontic virgin. She lay panting for a few moments, while Madame Zatiani pace up. and down the room. She turned as she heard a groan. Miss Trevor was sitting up, straightening her hat. "'Feel better?' she asked unsympathetically. "'Oh, yes, my nerves feel better. But what have I said? What must you think of me? I never expected to give way like that when I came. I thought I could put it all to you in a few delicate

Starting point is 10:05:59 hints, knowing that you would understand. What have I said? I can hardly remember. to not try. I'll promise to forget it myself. She sat down beside the sofa. Now, listen to me. It would not be wise for you to go to Vienna. They would suspect, if not at once, then certainly when you returned. It can be done here. The rejuvenessence is so gradual that it would hardly be noticed, fully a year. You do not have to go into a hospital, nor even to bed. You are not spied on, so no one would suspect that you were taking the treatment. at your age success is practically assured take it and don't be a fool if you don't it's only a question of time when that superb self-control you have practised for so many years will go again and two possibly in the wrong place it is quite likely that you will never be suspected because women often bloom out in their forties take on a new lease of life begin to put on a little make-up miss trevor interrupted with a horrible exclamation

Starting point is 10:07:06 it would be judicious if they criticise you remember that nothing they can say will be as bad from your point of view as they're finding out the truth they will lay it to that and to the fact that you have grown a little stouter and let me tell you you won't care in the least even if conservatism attacks you in solid battalions for your mental attitude to life will be entirely changed remember that you will be young again and too gay and happy to mind what people think of you now promise me that you will take my advice and then go home and to bed miss trevor got up and went to the mirror yes i'll do it and then she said no doubt for the first time in her life and i'll not give a damn no matter what happens when she had left mary zatiani stood for a few moments striking her hands together her face distorted a wave of nausea overwhelmed her she felt as if there had been an earthquake in her own soul and its muck were riding the surface she loathed herself and all women and all men she knew that the violence of the revulsion must be temporary but for the moment it was beyond her control She went to the telephone and called up clavering and told him that she had a severe headache and was going to bed and she cut short both his protests and his expression of sympathy

Starting point is 10:08:32 by hanging up the receiver and then she picked up a vase and hurled it on the floor and smashed it. End of Chapter 43 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton This Librevox recording is in the public domain recording by Lynn Thompson Chapter 43 Clavering stood on his high balcony and looked down upon Madison Square Spring had come

Starting point is 10:09:07 The square looked like an oasis in a rocky gorge The trees were covered with the tender greens of the new birth And even President Arthur and Roscoe Conklin Less green than in winter looked reconciled to their lot A few people were sunning themselves on the benches many more were on top of the buses over on Fifth Avenue, and even the hurrying throngs, preoccupied with crass business, seemed to walk with a lighter step,

Starting point is 10:09:36 their heads up, instead of sullenly defying winds and sleet. The eight streets that surrounded or debouched into the square poured forth continuous streams of figures, constantly augmented by throngs rising out of the earth itself. There was a vivid colour running like river, through the crowds for it was nearly nine o'clock and the doors of offices and shops and business houses were open to women as to men overhead a yellow sun shone in a pale filmy sky and the air was both warm and sharp the doves were circling and settling the prize fighters had taken their prowess elsewhere and a circus had come to madison square garden clavering had heard the roar of lions in the night a far different crowd would stand under the arcade in a few hours but the peanut vendors would ply their trade and a little booth for candies and innocuous juices had been erected in an alcove in the front wall presided over by a plump pretty blonde

Starting point is 10:10:41 she alternated jollying and selling with quiet intervals of beading a bag undisturbed either by ogling or the hideous noises of twenty-sixth street in spite of his disappointment two nights before he found it impossible to feel depressed in that gay spring sunshine he did not believe in the headache but she had written him a charming note and he supposed that a man must get accustomed to the caprices of women if he intended to live with one and a month from now they would be in the dolomites and she would be his let her have her caprices he had his own there were times when he didn't want to see her moreover he was still too jubilant over his play to feel depressed for long over anything the warm and constantly manifested enthusiasm with his friends had kept his spirits from suffering any natural reaction their demand for his companionship was almost peremptory and his thoughts turned to them as he stood on his balcony looking down on the waning throngs. The great stone buildings were humming like hives, and figures were passing busily to and fro behind the open windows. It astonished him a little.

Starting point is 10:11:58 True, it was his first play, and he was very popular. But he had a vague, uneasy idea. They were overdoing it. They talked of nothing else. His play, his brilliant future, his sure place in the world. the crack regiment if he hung on and they insisted that he must also express himself at least once through the medium of the novel the great new york novel had yet to be written they fairly dined his gifts into his ears until he was almost sick of them and wondered if mary were not also she had seen a good deal

Starting point is 10:12:32 of the sophisticate lately and from what she had let drop he inferred that even when he had not been present they had talked of little else. They had by no means waited for his play to be finished and read to a select few. Hogarth and Scores had assured them long before it was finished that it would be a great play.

Starting point is 10:12:55 Once or twice there was a rustling in the back of his mind. They were not given to wild enthusiasms of this sort. They thought too highly of themselves. He realised how genuinely fond they were of him, but he had not hoped for more than critical appreciation, from the men at least. Could it be possible?

Starting point is 10:13:15 But he was still in the first flush of his triumph, his brain hummed with pleasant memories of those hours at Gora Dwight's three nights ago. He had cleared the base of the pedestal, on whose narrow and unaccommodating top he was soon to have his foothold, and it was not inhuman nature, at this stage of his progress,

Starting point is 10:13:35 to suspect the sincerity of the adulation so generous poured at his feet. And Mary, during this past fortnight, when he had been present, at least, had seemed to bask contentedly in reflected glory, and seemed sympathetically, while they talked of the many clavering first nights they would attend, in the sure anticipation of that class of entertainment up to which the little theatres and the Theatre Guild was striving to educate the public. They took it as a matter of course that he was to abide in the stimulation, and atmosphere of New York for the rest of his days, and they invariably insisted that Madame Satyani must always sit in a stage-box and be a part of the entertainment. They were too well-bred,

Starting point is 10:14:23 and too astute, to hint at the engagement they were positive existed, but hoped she would be willing to add prestige of one who was now as much her friend as theirs. It was a curious position in which to place a woman like Mary Zatiani, but sophisticated New York was not diplomatic Europe, and he thought he saw her smile deepen into humour once or twice, no doubt she was reflecting that she had lived long enough to take people as she found them. His reverie was interrupted by a buzzing at the end of his hall, and he went to the door quickly, wondering who could have sent him a special delivery letter, or a note at this hour. It proved to be a cablegram.

Starting point is 10:15:10 He read it when he returned to his living room. It was dated Rome, Italy, and read, I'll have you yet, Janet. Clavering swore, then laughed. He tore the message into strips and sat down to read the newspapers. He had merely glanced at the headlines and his column. His eye was arrested by the pictures of a man at the top of the first page of his own newspaper. although a smooth-shaven and very regular a feature with no pronounced racial characteristics it was nevertheless a foreign face although difficult to place

Starting point is 10:15:50 from its distinction it might be austrian but the name below prince hornhauer might as easily be german still it was not a german face and clavering studied it for a moment before reading the news text wondering faintly at his interest it was unmistakably the face of a statesman and reminded him a little of a picture of prince schwarzenberg prime minister when france joseph ascended the throne he had seen lately in a history of austria there was the same broad placidity of brow the long oval face the thin long slightly curved nose the heavy lids the slim erectness the same suave repose but this man's large beautifully cut mouth was much more firmly set, had a faintly satiric expression, and the eyes, a powerful and penetrating gaze. It was the face of a man who was complete master of himself, and accustomed to the mastery of men. Clavering read the story under the headlines. Prince Hoenhower arrives in New York, goes at once to Washington. Prince Hoenhower, a distinguished political factor under the old Austrian Empire, arrived yesterday morning on the Noor Dam. He refused to be interviewed,

Starting point is 10:17:13 but it is understood he has a large amount of money invested in the United States and has come to New York at the request of his lawyers to attend to certain necessary formalities. He was, in fact, met at quarantine by Judge Trent, one of the most distinguished members of the New York Bar, since his retirement from the bench, and they went at once to the Prince's stateroom and remained there until it was time to leave the ship. It is significant, however, that the Prince, after engaging a suite at the Ritz-Karlton, and lunching there with Judge Trent, took the afternoon train for Washington. As he recently left his estate in Switzerland to return to Vienna and accept a position in the cabinet, and it is well known that Austria

Starting point is 10:17:59 desires the backing of the American government to enable her to overcome the opposition of France to her alliance with Germany, or, it is whispered, with a kingdom farther south, it is not unreasonable to infer that he has come to the United States on a special, if secret, mission. The prince was a subject of lively interest on the boat, and of much speculation, but he took his meals in his suite and walked the deck only in the company of his secretary. He is a man of striking appearance quite six feet in height, with a spare erect figure and fine features, and hardly looks his sixty years in spite of his white hair.

Starting point is 10:18:41 Then followed a brief biography, which illustrated the efficiency of the newspaper morgue, for the statesman's reputation was so far wholly European. Prince Moritz, Franz Ernst Felix von Hoenhower, was born October 6, 1862, his ancestral estate in what was then known as Galicia. His mother was a princess of the house of Schwarzenburg. He has been the head of his own historic house for the last 40 years, and has one son and two daughters. His wife, a member of the Kalnaki family, died several years ago.

Starting point is 10:19:21 Horneauer was one of those almost unbelievably vast estates of 16 million acres possessed by a few of the Austrian nobleman under the old regime. In spite of the fact that Prince Hoanhauer was one of the greatest landlords in all Christendom, he was a liberal in politics from the first and the author of several of the reform laws in behalf of the people which from time to time were forced upon the most conservative monarch in Europe. He was in sympathy with the revolution and offered his services at once to the new government. They were declined and he retired. He retired. He retired. He to Switzerland, where he has an estate near Sammaritz, and it is understood considerable money invested. His vast estates in what is now Poland were confiscated, but he was one of the wealthiest men in the empire,

Starting point is 10:20:14 and is said to have transferred immense sum to the United States before the war. Clavering dropped the newspaper. Liberal in politics, immense sums invested in the United States. Judge Trent, there could be no possible doubt as to who the man was. The floors seemed unsteady for a moment. And yet there was as little doubt that Mary Zatiani had long since ceased to care for him. That was over fifteen or sixteen years ago. They had known each other, in later years, both equally indifferent to the other and to the past.

Starting point is 10:20:51 Yes. But she had then completely lost the beauty and the charm that had enthralled him, and he was still a man in his prime who with that appearance no doubt had other young and beautiful women in his life he may or may not have heard of the metamorphosis at all events they have been political allies he will call on her as a matter of course and possibly out of more than politeness he may have brought her an important message or he might find it expedient to confer with her on his present mission that he had come on an important mission did not admit a doubt but at least he had not gone to her at once his interest in her so far was still impersonal clavering had too much of the arrogance of youth and he was too sure of mary zatiani's love for himself to be apprehensive of the charms of a man of sixty but he was invaded by a nameless and almost sickening fear he had very swift and often very sure intuitions and he was shaken by a premonition that in some manner which in his ignorance of the facts he was unable to define this man's presence in america boded no good to himself but clavering was also a man of swift decisions and resource and he knew this was no time to lose his head nor even to play a waiting game and he must tread warily

Starting point is 10:22:21 impulsive as he was by nature he could be as wary as a red indian when weariness would serve his purpose he called up mr dim whiddy on the telephone and asked if he might see him at once it was only half-past nine and mr dimwyddy was just finishing his breakfast in bed but he told his favourite cordially to come along end of chapter forty three chapter forty four of black oxen by gertrude atherton this libravox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter forty four what is it asked mr dimwady as clavering entered his bedroom fifteen minutes later this is an early call thought you didn't get up till noon Went to bed early last night for a change. I've come to ask a favour. I'll smoke if you don't mind. He took a chair beside the bed where Mr. Dinwiddie, in skullcap and decorous pyjamas, leaned against high pillows, happily digesting his breakfast with the newspapers beside him. Clavering smoked for a few moments in silence, while his host watched him keenly. He had never seen his young friend in quite this mood. There was a curious, deadly stillness. about him. What is it, Lee? he asked when curiosity finally got the better of him. Nothing wrong

Starting point is 10:23:53 between you and Mary, I hope. Of course you know it's all over town that you're engaged to her. Don't mind my saying this, do you? And you know you can trust me. Nothing like an old gossip for keeping a confidence sacred. Well, I am, but she chooses not to announce it, and that is her right. And here is where you can help me. I want you to open you to open it. I want you to open it. your camp in the Adirondacks and give Mary a house party. I suppose Larsing and his wife are still there. Yes, but it's too early. Spring is early this year.

Starting point is 10:24:27 The ice must have gone out, and the house is always comfortable. We've often had fires there when people were having sunstroke in New York. I want you to get busy so that we can leave tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning? You young dynamo, it can't be done. It can. I'll call up the people I want in a little. few minutes from here you can telephone to the camp provisions can go to-night i'll see to that also but can you get away yourself i'd get away if i had to resign but i shan't i shall break away for two months later anyhow we have planned to marry in austria in about a month from now

Starting point is 10:25:05 then why the thunder do you want to run off to the woods with her now i never heard of anything so unreasonable she has friends here who'd like to see her until the last minute you say selfish young beggar. It's the most reasonable thing I ever did. Don't insist upon an explanation, Din. Just accept my word that it's a vital matter to me. Ah, but I know. Mr. Dinwiddy's eyes glittered. Hornhauer is here.

Starting point is 10:25:32 That's the milk in the coconut. Clavering scowled. What do you mean by that? I... I... Well... There was a good deal of talk at the time. But then you know...

Starting point is 10:25:45 only, I told you the very first time we both saw her that there had been stories about Mary. Well, as it happened, she told me about this man, although not his name. Enough, however, for me to know at once this morning who he was. I don't intend she shall see him. You don't mean to tell me that you are jealous of Howen-Hauer? Why, that was nearly twenty years ago, and he is almost as old as I am. "'I'm not jealous, but I've got a hunch,' he scowled again, for he fancied he could see that old story unrolling itself in Dinwiddie's mind.

Starting point is 10:26:24 It is one thing to dismiss the past with a lordly gesture, and another to see it rise from the dead, and peer from old eyes. He went on calmly, however. I've no faith myself in the making of bonfires out of dead ashes, but all the same I sent danger, and I intend to get her away and keep her away until the day before she sails, and I'll marry her the morning she does. I'll take no chances of their travelling on the same steamer.

Starting point is 10:26:53 I see. Perhaps you are right. He's a damn good-looking chap, too, and has that princely distinction peculiar to Austrians. Some European princes look like successful businessmen of the Middle West. I was once stranded at Abasia, Austria's Riviera, during a rainy spell, and as there were only two other people in the vast dining room, I thought I'd speak to them. I took for granted they were Americans. He was a big heavy man, with one of those large, round, fat, shrewd, weary faces, you see, by the hundreds in the lobbies

Starting point is 10:27:25 of Chicago hotels. She looked like a New England school mom and wore a red plaid waist. Well, he was the reigning prince of Karlstad Rudolstein, one of those two-by-six German principalities. and she was an Austrian archduchess. She was the only Austrian I ever saw that didn't look like one, but her manners were charming, and we became great friends, and they took me home with them to their beautiful old castle. Ah, those wonderful old German castles,

Starting point is 10:27:54 profiteers living in them today, I suppose. But Horan Howe is a perfect specimen of his class, and then some. I met him once in Paris, intensely reserved, but opened up one night at a small dinner. I never met a more charming man, in my life, and unquestionably one of the ablest men in Europe. However, he's 60, and you're 34. If he has any influence over her, it's political, and in European politics one never knows what

Starting point is 10:28:21 dark business is going on under the surface. Good idea to get Mary away. I'll get some fun out of it, too. Who will you ask? None of your crowd. How many bedrooms have you? I don't remember. 10. If you want a large party, you can turn in with me. There are twin beds in every room. I don't know how Mary will like it. She's a luxurious creature, you know, and we don't go to the woods to be comfortable. You forget she got pretty well used to worse while she was running the hospital, and hardy people never do mind. True. I'll give her a room to herself. I don't see her doubling up at all events. That would leave eight good-sized rooms. Don't ask all married couples, Lee, for heaven's sake. Let's have two girls at least.

Starting point is 10:29:08 But the season is still on. Sure you can get anybody? Of course. They're not all pinned down to regular jobs and will be only too glad to get out of New York after a grinding winter. The novelty of a house party in the mountains at this season will appeal to them.

Starting point is 10:29:23 I'll call up Gora first. He was crossing the room to the telephone when Mr. Dinwiddie said, hesitatingly. And so... so you're really going to marry mary have you thought what it means i mean your own career she'll never live here she's out of the picture and knows it clavering took down the receiver and called miss dwight's number mr dimwyddy's side and shrugged his shoulders but his eyes were bright he would have a love-drama under his very nose end of chapter forty four chapter forty five of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter forty five mary's headache had continued for two days but clavering came to her house by appointment that same afternoon at five o'clock she kept him waiting fully ten minutes and wandered back and forth in her room upstairs with none of her usual eagerness to welcome him

Starting point is 10:30:37 after even a brief separation. The violence of her revulsion had passed, but she was filled with a vast depression, apathetic, tired, in no mood for love-making. Nor did she feel up to acting, and Clavering's intuitions were often very inconvenient. He would never suspect the black turmoil of these past two days, nor its cause,

Starting point is 10:31:03 but it would be equally disconcerting if he attributed her low spirits to the arrival of Hoenhauer. What a fool she had been to have made more than a glancing reference to that last old love affair, almost forgotten until that night of stark revelation. She must have enjoyed talking about herself more than she had realised, unable to resist the temptation to indulge in imposing details. Or self-justification? Perhaps. It didn't matter, and he must have placed Horanhauer at once this morning.

Starting point is 10:31:36 and would imagine that she was depressed at the thought of meeting him there was no one on earth she wanted to meet less although she felt a good deal of curiosity as to the object of his visit to washington she heard the maid in the dressing-room and was visited by an inspiration she called in the woman gave her a key and told her to go down to the dining-room and bring her a glass of curacao from the wine cupboard The liqueur sent a glow of warmth through her veins and raised her spirits. Then, reflecting that clavering never rushed at her in the fashion of most lovers, nor even greeted her with a perfunctory kiss, but waited until the mood for love-making attacked him suddenly. She took a last look at her new tea-gown of cornflower blue chiffon, and went downstairs with a light step. Shocking to keep you waiting, she said as they shook hands, but I came in late.

Starting point is 10:32:31 "'You'll state a dinner, of course. "'I had an engagement but broke it, "'as I'm still feeling a little out of sorts. "'Never saw you look better, nor in blue before. "'You look like a lily in a blue vase, "'or a snow-maiden rising from a blue mist. "'Not that I'm feeling poetic today, but you do look ripping. "'What gave you a headache?

Starting point is 10:32:54 "'I thought you scorned the ills of the flesh. "'So I do, but I had spent three hours "'in Judge Trent's office that morning, and you know what these American men are. They keep the heat on no matter what the temperature outside, and every window closed. On Tuesday the sun was blazing in besides, and Judge Trent and the two other men I was obliged to confer with

Starting point is 10:33:16 smoked cigars incessantly. It gave me the first headache I'd had for twenty years. I felt as if I'd been poisoned. She looked up at him smilingly, from her deep chair as he stood above her on the hearthrug. he didn't believe a word of it he was convinced she had been advised of haunhow's coming and that for some reason the news had upset her but he had no intention of betraying himself moreover he didn't care he was too intent on his own plans "'The rest has done you good,' he said, smiling also. "'But as you were looking rather fagged before you came down with that two days' headache,

Starting point is 10:33:57 "'I made up my mind that you needed a change, "'and dropped dinner hint to open his camp in the Adirondacks and give you a farewell house party. "'He jumped at the idea, and it's all arranged. "'You'll have eight days of outdoor life and some sport, as well as a good rest. "'He's got a big, comfortable camp on a beautiful lake, "'where we can boat and fish. but lee she was almost gasping no buts not only do you need a rest before that long journey but i want these last days with you in the mountains where i can have you almost to myself it seems to me sometimes that i do not know you at all nor you me and to roam with you in the woods during the day and float about that lake at night it came to me suddenly like a foretaste of heaven

Starting point is 10:34:45 i couldn't stand the thought of the separation otherwise besides here you'd be given a farewell luncheon or dinner every day until you sailed i'd see nothing of you and you'd be worn out you must come mary dear mary felt dimly suspicious but it was possible that he had read his morning papers hastily or that in his mental turmoil that night she had told him her story he had paid little attention to details or forgotten them later. He certainly had never alluded to the man since, and this sudden impetuous plan was so like him that he needed no foreign impulse. But she said with some hesitation, I'd like it, of course, and Judge Trent has nothing more for me to sign until the last minute, but a woman always has a thousand things to do before going on a journey. Your maid can do all that, and pack your trunks. She goes with you, doesn't she? And you'll only need warm sweaters and skirts up there. We never dress. You'll not need a maid.

Starting point is 10:35:54 Well, but... Do you mean to tell me that the whole thing is settled? To the last detail, there'll be twelve of us, including Din. Really, Lee, you are high-handed. You might have consulted me first. No time to waste on argument. We'll only have a little over a week there as it is. it takes a day to go and another to return and you'll need one day here in new york before you sail i made up my mind you should go if i had to take you by force i will have those last days in the adirondats her faint resentment vanished and she felt a languid sense of well-being in this enveloping atmosphere of the tactless imperious male so foreign to her experience of freedom from the necessity for independent action and the prospect was certainly enchanting moreover she would be able to avoid seeing horonhauer in surroundings where this strange love affair of hers had obliterated the past for the most part and she had found for the time at least happiness and peace she would see him in vienna of course and she had no wish to avoid him there no doubt they would work together and as impersonally as they had sometimes done in the past but to see him here even in the drawing here even in the drawing there-and to see him here even in the drawing

Starting point is 10:37:15 drawing-room, which held no sacred memories, would be another and uglier blot on her already dimming idol, and a subtle infidelity to this man, whose every thought seemed to be of her, in spite of all he had to inflame and excite his ego. And if she remained, and howe wished to see her, she could hardly keep on making excuses for nearly a fortnight, so she merely smiled up at clavering, who was gazing down at her intended. and said softly, "'Of course I'll go.' "'I always have sport things in my wardrobe,

Starting point is 10:37:53 and I think it a wonderful idea. Now tell me who is going, Miss White, I suppose, and hope. And the DeWitt Turners—' Madame Zatiani had no respect whatever for the Lucy Stone League, and invariably forgot the paternal names of the emancipated young wives of the men she found interesting. They can't get away. Gora, yes, and Rolly Todd, the Bolton's, the miners, Eva Darling, Babette Gold, Gerald Scores.

Starting point is 10:38:23 Miss Darling is rather a nuisance. She flung her arms round me the other night at the miners, and left a pink kiss on my neck. She was very tight. Still, she is amusing, and a favourite of Dins. I would have submitted the list to you in the first place, darling, but I knew I should have to take what I could get on such short notice. the only two i really care about are gora and todd but there wasn't a moment to lose i wished to heaven i'd thought of it before but that play had to be finished and it looked as if the date of your sailing might be postponed after all he had no intention of letting her suspect that the wonderful plan was just eight hours old i understand she said when do we start to-morrow morning eight-thirty grand central "'To-morrow morning!' she looked almost as dismayed as Mr. Dimwitty had done, then laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "'Of course it can be done, but—'

Starting point is 10:39:24 "'Anything can be done,' he said darkly. And then, having got his way, he suddenly felt happy and irresponsible, and made one of his abrupt wild dives at her. End of Chapter 45. Gertrude Atherton. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 46 The camp, a large log house with a great living room, a small room for guns and fishing tackle, two bedrooms beside the servants wing, downstairs, and eight bedrooms above, stood in a clearing on the western shore of a lake,

Starting point is 10:40:14 nearly two miles long, and about three quarters of a mile wide, in the centre of its fine oval sweep. The lake itself was in a cup of the mountains, whose slopes in the distance looked as if covered with fir, so dense were the woods. Only one high peak, burnt bare by fire, was still covered with snow.

Starting point is 10:40:36 The camp was in a grove of pines, but the trees that crowded one another almost out into the lake among the lily pads were spruce and balsam and maple. The party arrived at half-past nine in the evening and crossed the lake in a motor launch. It was very dark and the forests surrounding the calm expanse of water looked like an impenetrable wall, an unscalable rampart. There was not a sound but the faint chugging of the motor. The members of the party, tired after their long trip on, the train and two hours drive up the rough road from the station to the lake, surrendered to the high mountain stillness, and even Rollo Todd, who had been in his best spirits all day, fell silent

Starting point is 10:41:22 and forgot that he was a jolly good fellow, remembered only that he was a poet. Eva Darling, who had flirted shamelessly with Mr. Dinwiddie from New York to Huntersville, forgot to hold his hand, and he forgot her altogether. Mary had a sudden and complete sense of isolation. Memory had played her a trick. These were the mountains of her girlhood, and she was Mary Ogden once more. Even the future that had been so hard of outline

Starting point is 10:41:55 in her practical mind, that unescapable future just beyond a brief interval in an Austrian mountain solitude seemed to sink beyond a horizon infinitely remote. Europe was as unreal as New York. She vowed, if it were necessary to bow, that she would give neither a thought while she was here in the wilderness.

Starting point is 10:42:18 And as she was a thoroughgoing person, she knew she would succeed. She took her first step when Mr. Dinwiddie was showing them to their rooms. She drew Gora into her own room and shut the door. I want you to do me a favour, if you will, dear Miss Dwight, she said. Of course, Gora wondered what was coming. I want you to ask the others to abandon their subtle game

Starting point is 10:42:44 while we are up here and ignore the subjects of Lee's play, his future, his genius, which will wither outside of New York, and cease to attempt to strike terror into my soul. You may tell them that we are to be married in a month or two from now, in Austria, but that I shall do nothing to interfere with his career, nor protest against his passing a part of each year in the United States. Ask them kindly to refrain from congratulations, or any allusion to the subject whatever. We have only eight days here, and I should like it to be as nearly perfect as possible. Gora had had the grace to blush. They have been worried,

Starting point is 10:43:26 and I am afraid they hatched a rather naughty plot, but they'll be delighted to have to have their apprehensions banished, and of course they'll ignore the entire matter. They won't say a word to Clavy either. They've not made the slightest impression on him, so it really doesn't matter whether they do or not, but when it dawned on me what they were up to and the sound reasoning beneath it, I will confess that I had some bad half-hours. Of course, Lee has a right to his own life. I had hoped he would help me in my own field, but he could not. if he would. I have come to see that plainly. I do not mean to say that these amiable machinations

Starting point is 10:44:07 of your friends caused me for a moment to consider giving him up. I have survived worse. She shuddered, as she recalled that hideous hour with Agnes Trevor, but promptly whipped the memory back to cover. But it made me very uncomfortable, and I realized there was nothing to do but compromise. We must take what we can get in this world, my dear Miss Dwight, and be thankful for a candle when we cannot have the sun. And Gora, feeling unaccountably saddened, summoned the others to her room, and told them of Madame Zatiani's announcement and request. Some gasped with astonishment and delight. Others were darkly suspicious, but all gave their word unhesitatingly to forget it while they were in camp.

Starting point is 10:44:57 those that regarded Madame Satyani as the most fascinating woman they had ever known, but also as an intrigant of dark and winding ways, made a mental reservation to say a few things to Clavey before he had time to buy his ticket for the Dolomites. Mary, having accomplished her purpose, swept the whole thing from her mind and looked about her room with pleasure. The walls were sealed with a wood that gleamed like gold in the candlelight and gave out a faint scent of the forest.

Starting point is 10:45:29 On the bare floor were two or three small blue rugs. There were pretty blue counterpains on the beds and blue curtains on the small windows. It looked like a young girl's room and was indescribably sweet and fresh. Her own room at her father's camp on another lake many miles away had been not unlike it.

Starting point is 10:45:52 Moreover, it was pleasantly warm, for the caretaker had made a fire in the furnace the day before. A window was open and she could hear the soft lap of the water among the lily pads, but there was no moon and she could see nothing but a dim black wall on the opposite shore. And the silence! It might not have been broken since the glacial era, when mighty masses of ice ground these mountains into permanent form, and the air was filled with the roaring horrors of desolation.

Starting point is 10:46:23 But they had gone and left infinite peace, behind them. That peace had endured for many thousands of years, and it was unimaginable that any but the puny sounds of man would disturb that vast repose for thousands of years to come. The peaks of those old Adirondats, their quiet lakes, their massive forests, looked as deathless as time itself. The great north woods could not have been more remote from, more scornful of the swarming cities called civilization if they had been on another star luxury in camp did not extend to hot water in the bedrooms particularly as mr dim whitty had had no time to assemble a corps of servants and as mary washed her face and tans in what felt like melted ice the shock made her tingle and she would have liked to sing a deep bell sounded Doors flew open up and down the corridor, which was immediately filled with an eager chatter.

Starting point is 10:47:28 Rollo Todd stamped down the stair singing, Oh, hunger, sweet hunger! The others took it up in various keys, and when Mary went down a moment later, they were all swarming about the dining table at the end of the living room. This room, which was fully fifty feet long and half as wide, was lit by lamps suspended from the ceiling, and heated by an immense fireplace, in which logs that looked like half-sections of trees were blazing in a pile as high as a small

Starting point is 10:47:59 bonfire. The walls were sealed and decorated with antlered deerheads, woven bright Indian blankets, snapshots of Mr. Dinwoodie's many guests, and old Indian weapons. In one corner, above a divan covered with gay cushions were bookshelves filled with old novels. A shelf had been built along one side of the room for fine specimens of Indian pottery and basket weaving. The comfortable chairs were innumerable, and there was another divan, and a victola. The guide had filled the vases with balsam, whose pungent odour blended with the resinous fumes of the burning logs, and through the open door came the sense of the forest. Ideal place for everything but spooning, cried Todd. The woods and the lake are all right in fine

Starting point is 10:48:52 weather, but what do you expect us to do if it rains, mine host? Do you mean to say you haven't any little retiring rooms?' "'Not a thing unless you retire to the gun-room, but who comes up to the woods to spoon in the house?' "'Rolly never spoons anyhow,' announced Eva, darling, whose blue eyes, however, were languishing toward the table, but it makes him unhappy to think he can't burst in on somebody.' "'Hold your tongue, Evie. You don't know what you're talking about, "'because I'm quite insensible to your charms. "'Don't fool yourself that I'm an anchorite. "'I merely prefer brunettes.

Starting point is 10:49:30 "'Come, come, children!' "'Mr. Dimm Whitty was rubbing his hands at the end of the table, "'covered with blue china and mounds of homemade cake. "'Stop quarrelling and sit down. "'Anywhere, no ceremony here.' "'Some of the guests were in their seats. "'The others fairly swooped into theirs, "'entirely regardless of anything so uneatable,

Starting point is 10:49:51 as neighbors. Mrs. Larsing, a tall, red-haired, raw-boned New England woman, had entered, bearing an enormous platter of fried trout, fresh from the lake. Larsing, burned almost as dark as an Indian, followed, with a plate of potatoes boiled in their jackets, balanced on one hand, and a small mountain of Johnny cake on the other. He returned in a moment, with two large platters of sliced ham and cold, boiled beef, and the guests were left to wait on themselves. The dinner was the gayest Mary had ever attended, for even the sophisticates, however lively, preserved a certain formality in town when she was present at all events. Rollo Todd broke into periodical war hoops, to Mr. Dinwiddie's manifest delight.

Starting point is 10:50:43 The others burst into song while waiting for the travelling platters. Eva Darling got up twice and danced by her. herself, her pale, bobbed head and little white face eerily suspended in the dark shadows of the great room. Other feet moved irresistibly under the table. Good stories multiplied, and they laughed uncontrollably at the worst of the jokes. They drank little, for the supply was limited, but the altitude was four thousand feet, and the thin air went to their heads. They were New Yorkers suddenly snatched from the most feverish pitch of modern civilization, but no less primitive in Seoul than woodsmen who had never seen a city,

Starting point is 10:51:26 and the men would have liked to put on war paint and run through the forest with tomahawks. Todd, when the dinner was over, did seize a tomahawk from the wall, drape himself in an Indian blanket, and march up and down the room roaring out terrific battle cries. Three minutes later, Minor and Bolton had followed his example, and marched solemnly behind him, brandishing their weapons and making unearthly noises. Mary, from her chair by the hearth, watched them curiously. At first it was merely the exuberant spirits of their release

Starting point is 10:52:04 and the unaccustomed altitude that inspired them. But their countenances grew more and more sombre, their eyes wilder, their voices more warlike. They were no longer doing a stunt. They were ataristic. Their voices reverberated across the lake. One by one the other men had joined them, until even Mr. Dinwiddie was in the procession,

Starting point is 10:52:28 marching with loud stamping feet round and round the big room. The cries became shorter, menacing, abrupt, imperative. The high lamps cast strange shadows on their lost faces. The voices grew hoarse, dropped in low growls. Their faces changed from ferocity to a mournful solemnity, until they looked even more like primal men than before. But they continued their marching and stamping, until Gora, who with the other women, had begun to fear that the rhythm would bring down the house, had the inspiration to insert a caruso disc into the victola. And as those in more,

Starting point is 10:53:10 mortal notes flung themselves imperiously across that wild scene. The primitive in the men dropped like a leaden plummet, and they threw themselves on the floor by the fire. But they smoked their pipes in silence. They had had something that no woman could give them nor share, and there was an ungallant wish in every manly heart that they had left the women at home. Caruso was succeeded by Emma Eames and the Great Lost Diva by Farah and Scotty. Then the concertover, a yawning party stumbled upstairs to bed and not a sound was heard from them until the first bell rang at 7 o'clock next morning. End of Chapter 46

Starting point is 10:53:56 Chapter 47 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Libre Vox's recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson Chapter 47 "'You forgot me last night?' "'Yes, I did.' Clavering smiled unrepentantly. "'You looked horribly primitive.

Starting point is 10:54:24 "'No more so than I felt.' They were in a boat on the lake. The air was crisp and cold, although the sun blazed overhead. Clavering was happy in a disreputable old sweater that he kept at the camp, and baggy corduroy trousers tucked into leggings. but mary wore an angora sweater and skirt of a vivid grass green and a soft sport hat of the same shade the rim turned down over eyes that might never have looked upon life beyond these woods and mountains clavering was hatless and smoked his pipe lazily as he pulled with long slow strokes other boats were on the lake the women in bright sweaters and hats that looked like floating autumn leaves and the lake was liquid and black A breeze blew warm scents out of the woods.

Starting point is 10:55:16 The water lilies had opened to the sun and looked oddly artificial in their waxen beauty at the feet of those ancient trees. Stealthy footsteps behind that wall of trees or a sudden loud rustling told of startled deer. The distant peak looked to be enameled blue and white and the long slopes of the nearer mountains were dark green under a blue mist.

Starting point is 10:55:42 the higher spruce rising like gothic spires clavering smiled into her dancing eyes you look about fourteen he said tenderly i don't feel much more i spent a month or two every year in these woods let us play again make believe that i am mary ogden and you have met me here for the first time and are deliberately setting out to woo me begin all over again it you perhaps was what i always dreamed of up here i used to row on the lake for hours by myself or sit alone in the very depths of the woods "'Do you think that famous imagination of yours "'could accomplish a purely personal feat? "'I haven't nearly as much, but I'm quite sure I could. "'And then, after, we could just go on from here.' "'He looked at her in smiling sympathy.

Starting point is 10:56:40 "'Done.' "'We met last night, Miss Ogden, "'and I went down at the first shot. "'I'm now out to win you or perish in the attempt. "'But before we get down to business, just inform you of a resolution I took a day or two ago. I shall get a license the day we return and marry you the morning you sail. Oh!

Starting point is 10:57:02 And then she realized in a blinding flash what she had fought out of her consciousness, that she had shrunk from the consummation of marriage, visualised a long period of intermittent but superficial love-making and delightful companionship, an exciting but incomplete idol of mind and soul and senses underneath always an undertone of repulsion and incurable ennui the dark residuum of immedicable disillusion that what she had really wanted was love with its final expression eliminated but she realized it only as a fact a psychological study of another buried down there in an artificial civilization she had forgotten in that past that belonged to mary satyani with which mary ogden had nothing to do her mind at last was as young as her body and this man had accomplished the miracle the present and the future were his she looked up into his eyes anxious but imperious and answered softly why not exactly i've no desire to take that long journey with you but i'm not going to take any chances either ah here's an idea that beats the other hollow when the party breaks up we'll go down to huntersville with them marry there and return to the camp

Starting point is 10:58:29 i don't see how your dolomites could beat this for a honeymoon why in thunder should we trail all the way over to europe to find seclusion when we must return in two or three months anyhow it's a scandalous waste we can go to the dolomites for our second honeymoon we'll have one every year and this is much more in the picture if you want to be mary ogden again she never would have proposed anything so elaborate and unnecessary say yes and don't be more than a minute about it mary drew in her breath sharply the plan made a violent and irresistible appeal there would be no long interval for possible reversal for contracts in which it might be difficult to hold fast to her new faith. But what excuse could she make to leave him later? Later? Did Austria really exist? Did she care? Let the future take care of itself. Her horizon, a luminous band, encircled these mountains. She smiled into his ardent eyes. Very well? I'll write to Autonce today, and tell her to send me up a trousseau of sorts. and now you are to understand that you have not dared to propose to me yet and are suffering all the qualms of uncertainty for i am a desperate flirt and took a long walk in the woods this morning with mr

Starting point is 10:59:56 very well miss ogden i will now do my best to make a fool of myself and as soon as we return to camp will telegraph to new york for a five-pound box of chocolates hark the lark shouted todd as he rode past with babette gold only there isn't a lark or any other bird in these woods that i've been able to discover birds sing one at a time shouted back clavering choir of jealous soloists he rode into a little cove and they gazed into the dim green woods but the maple leaves grew almost to the ground and it was like peering through the tiny changing spaces of a little cove and they gazed into the dim green woods but the maple leaves grew almost to the ground and it was like peering through the tiny changing spaces of a moving curtain, through which one glimpsed green columns flecked with gold. He beached the boat, and they walked single file up a narrow runway made by the deer. Everywhere was that leafy whispering curtain. Between the rigid spruce and soft maples were fragrant balsums and ferns, and an occasional pine with its pale green spikes.

Starting point is 11:01:01 They passed enormous boulders detached from the glaciers that had ground mountains in their embrace. but today things of mere beauty in their coats of pink and green and golden moss. Their footsteps made no sound on the mossy path, and they came suddenly upon a deer and his dough drinking at a pool. But the antlered head was flung back instantly. The magnificent buck wheeled on his hind legs, gave a leap, and went crashing through the forest, snorting his protesting fury. The dough scampered after.

Starting point is 11:01:37 her white-lined tail standing up perfectly straight they sat down on a log dried and warmed by the sun in this open space and talked for two hours there was no need for careful avoidance of dangerous subjects clavering had come to these woods nearly every year since he had made the north his home and she had forgotten nothing of her woodland law when one is in the woods as the great adirondacks of familiarly called, one rarely talks of anything but their manifold offerings. It is easy enough to forget the world. They both had had their long tramps, their rough campings out, more or less exciting adventures. When a loud bell hung in a frame outside the camp, summoned them to dinner, they walked out briskly. Once, as the trail widened, he touched her fingers tentatively. She let her own curl for a moment, then gave him a provocative glance over her shoulder and hurried on. End of Chapter 47

Starting point is 11:02:44 Chapter 48 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 48 Clavering, when making up his list with Mr. Dinwiddie, by courtesy, had, with the exception of Todd, who was always the laugh of any party, Gora, whom he always liked to have at hand, and Eva Darling, who was a favourite of the ambassador to the court of the sophisticates,

Starting point is 11:03:21 as Todd had long since dumped him, chosen his guests at random, taking whom he could get, careful merely to ask those who, so far as he knew, were on speaking terms. But he hardly could have gathered together a more congenial and lively party, nor one more delighted to leave New York for the woods. Henry Minor, editor of one of the intellectual and faintly radical magazines, whose style was so involved in his efforts to be both different and achieve an unremitting glitter, that he had recently received a petition to issue a glossary,

Starting point is 11:03:58 was as amiable as a puppy in the society of his friends, and when in the woods talked in words of one syllable and discovered a mighty appetite. His wife, who had demonstrated her originality by calling herself Mrs. Minor, was what is known as a spiffing cook and a top-notch dresser. She had, in fact, the most charming assortment of sports clothes in the camp. Eva Darling, who danced for pastime, and illustrated for what little bread she was permitted to eat at home, was as lively as a grasshopper and scarcely less devastating.

Starting point is 11:04:35 Babette Gold wore her black hair in smooth bands on either side of the perfect oval of her face, and had the sad and yearning gaze of the unforgiven Magdalene, and she had written two novels, dealing with the domesticisces of the lower middle class, treating with a clinical wealth of detail the irritable monotonies of the nuptial couch, and the artless intimacies of the nursery. She smoked incessantly, could walk ten miles at a street, stretch, and was as passionless as a clam. Gerald Scores, who wore a short, pointed beard and looked the complete artist, was one of the

Starting point is 11:05:15 chief hopes of the intellectual drama cunningly commercialised, and as capable as clavering of shutting up his genius in a watertight compartment, and enjoying himself in the woods. He was mildly flirtatious, but looked upon emotional intensity in the personal life of the artist as a criminal waste of force. Halifax Bolton, who claimed to be the discoverer of the younger generation, in fiction, and was just 28 himself, was a critic of formidable severity and the author of at least five clax. The intense concentration of writing routed his sense of humour, but he had as many droll stories in his repertoire as Todd.

Starting point is 11:05:59 His wife, the famous Alberta Jones, fierce Lucy Stoner, was the editor at a phenomenal salary of one of the women's magazines and wrote short stories of impeccable style and indifferent content for the century and the dial. They were all intimate friends and argued incessantly and amiably, and they were all devoted to Mr. Dimwitty, whom they addressed as excellence without accent. when Mary and Clavering arrived at the camp in response to the dinner-bell, Eva Darling, who wore very pretty pink silk bloomers under her sports skirt, was turning handsprings down the living room, while the rest of the party applauded vociferously, and Mrs Larsing, who was entering with the fried chicken, nearly dropped the platter. "'Just in time, Madame Zatiani!' cried Minor.

Starting point is 11:06:56 "'This is the sixth round, and she is panting!' but she interrupted him mary from this time on i insist you make me feel an outsider i won't be addressed in that formal manner nor answer to that foreign name again mary mary mary shouted the party with one accord and clavering drew a long breath he had wondered how she would manage to feel mary ogden under the constant bombardment of a name that was a title in more ways than one but he might have trusted her to manage it in the afternoon mrs minor suggested having tea in the woods and they all walked single file five miles to drink their tea and eat their cakes larsing carrying the paraphernalia in a pine grove on the summit of a hill and then walked back again clamouring for supper mary had been monopolized by scores and bolton occasionally vouchsafing clavering a glance during the evening they were all too pleasantly tired and replete to dance or to play the charades they had planned but lay about comfortably listening to a concert of alternatarias and jazz clavering did not have a word alone with mary she sat on one of the divans between gora and todd while scores lay on the floor at her feet his head on a cushion one foot wavering over a lifted knee the perfect picture of the contented playwrights They kept up a continuous murmur, punctuated with gales of laughter.

Starting point is 11:08:32 Clavering had sulkily taken a chair beside Babette Gold, whose metallic humour sometimes amused him, but she went sound asleep before his eyes, and he could only gaze into the fire and console himself with visions of a week hence, when these cursed people had gone, and he was the most fortunate man on earth. His room was downstairs next to Mr. Dimwiddys, and he made up his mind to let himself out softly at midnight throw pebbles at her window and whisper to her as she leaned from her casement it was a scene that if introduced into a modern play would have driven him from the theatre and tipped his pen with vitriol next morning but it appealed to him somehow as a fitting episode in his own high romance but he was asleep before his head touched the pillow and did not lift an eyelash until the first bell roused him

Starting point is 11:09:26 at 7 o'clock. Then, however, he lay for some time thinking, soberly. End of Chapter 48. Chapter 49 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This the provox's recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 49. The hour between 7 and 8 was a lively one in the upper corridor. There was only one bathroom on the second floor. scores and miss gold took their morning plunge in the lake but the rest preferred the less drastic shower and there was a continual darting to and fro of forms clad in bathrobe or kimono the vanquished peeping through door-cracks waiting for the bathroom door to open signal for another wild rush down the hall a scuffle at the door a triumphant slam and hoot and loud vitupurations from the defeated mary cannily waited until the last and came down clad in a white sweater and heavy white tweed skirt after the others had cleared the generous platter of ham and eggs and the mountain of cornbread was a hillock of crumbs oh mary said mr dimwyddy reprovingly and you as prompt as royalty in camp i've no thought of going without my breakfast said mary unrepentantly ring the bell din

Starting point is 11:10:59 the men had risen but clavering alone had determination in his eye he pulled out a chair beside his own and mary accepted it gracefully waving a morning greeting to the others how good of you to keep this chair for me mr clavering she murmured it is shocking for me to be so lazy i'm sick of this game growled clavering if you out to-day shh i am sure you are going to take me out on the lake immediately after brad breakfast. His amiability was immediately restored, but his gaiety was somewhat forced. "'You are looking charming this morning, Miss Ogden? I wished last night that there was a guitar or even a banjo in the camp that I might serenade beneath your window.' And Mary actually blushed. She had slept dreamlessly, and between the light mountain air and her new role, she felt as light-hearted as Eva Darling, who was holding Mr. Dinwiddy's hand openly. "'Oh, excellence!' cried Mrs. Minor, from the other end of the table.

Starting point is 11:12:06 "'What do you say to having a picnic lunch? Didn't you tell me that you knew of a lovely gorge about six miles from here? Steak brawalled between forked sticks, potatoes roasted in the ashes, flapjacks, heavenly!' "'Anything you say,' replied Mr. Dinwiddie, rather tonelessly. "'Want to put it to the vote?' "'Let me answer for the crowd,' commanded Todd. "'It is our duty when in the woods to eat our meals after as much unnecessary toil, "'and to enjoy as much discomfort as is humanly possible.

Starting point is 11:12:39 "'Otherwise we might as well stay in town. "'We'll hilariously tramp six miles with packs, "'sit on the damp ground, "'extract earwigs, eat burnt steak, "'and half-cooked potatoes, and then tramp back again, "'our spirits gradually rising at the same. the prospect of a decent meal eaten in comfort. "'Killjoy,' cried Minor.

Starting point is 11:13:01 "'Don't we come to the woods to tramp? "'I want to lose twenty pounds this trip, "'and if you don't you ought to. "'I vote we make Rolly carry a sack of potatoes.' "'It's agreed, then?' asked Mr. Dinwiddie, "'vailing his hopes that it was not, "'but the ascent was general. "'They were all as excited over the prospect of a picnic

Starting point is 11:13:22 "'as if they were slum children about to enjoy, their first charitable outing, and it was settled that they were to start at ten o'clock. Mrs. Minor and Miss Gold went into the kitchen to help Mrs. Larsing make sandwiches and salads, and the others ran down to the lake. End of Chapter 49. Chapter 50 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson.

Starting point is 11:13:59 Chapter 50. clavering had tied the boat to a tree in a little inlet far down the lake and they were walking through a wood of spruce trees and balsam there was no leafy curtain here although they could see one swaying on either side through open vistas between the rigid columns of the spruce a trail was hardly necessary for there was no undergrowth and although the trees were set close together they were easily circumnavigated it was some time since they had spoken his face was graver than she had ever seen it and she waited for him to speak she almost could feel those unuttered words beating on the silence of the woods there was nothing else to break that silence but the faint constant murmur in the tree-tops and once beyond that leafy curson the sudden trilling of a solitary bird again the tremendousness of this high isolation swept over her the camp and its gay party might have been on some far distant lake he put his arm around her firmly i am not going to pretend any further he said it is too big for that and you have never been anything but mary ogden to me except perhaps on that night i have practically dismissed from my mind i called you mary ogden to myself until i learned your new name and i don't think that name has ever come into my thoughts of you and although you slipped on another skin with it you were always mary ogden underneath

Starting point is 11:15:40 you needed a new name for your new role but like any actress on the stage it had nothing to do with your indestructible personality i say this because i want you to understand that although i cannot play up to your little comedy any longer and go through the forms of wooing you as if you were a girl. I shouldn't like you half as well if you were. I do not think of you or wish you to think of yourself as anything but Mary Ogden. He paused a moment, and she slipped her arm about him, and they walked on through the wood. I cannot go on with it, because these days up here, that we can spend almost altogether alone, if we will, are too sacred to waste on an amusing but futile game. Do you realize that we do not know each other very well? I sometimes wonder if you know me at all.

Starting point is 11:16:37 From the time I fell in love with you until you promised to marry me, I was at one sort of fever pitch, and when I got to work on that play, I was at another. No writer while exercising an abnormal faculty is quite sane. his brain is several pitches above normal, and his nerves are like hot-taught wires, that hum like the devil. If this were not the case, he would not be an imaginative writer at all. But he certainly is in no condition to reveal himself to a woman. I have made wild and sporadic love to you.

Starting point is 11:17:14 Sporadic is the word, for between my work and your friends, we have had little time together, and I don't think I have ever taken you in my arms with the feeling that you were the woman I loved, not merely the woman I desired. And I believe that I love you even more than I desire you. You are all that, but so much, so much more. She had fixed her startled eyes on him, but he did not turn his head. There has always been a lot of talk about the soul, sentimentalists swallow in the word and realists deride it.

Starting point is 11:17:53 What it really is I do not pretend to know, probably as good a word as any, and certainly a very malefluous word, for some obscure chemical combination of finer essence than the obvious material part of us that craves a foretaste of immortality, while we are still mortal. Perhaps we are descended from the gods after all,

Starting point is 11:18:16 and unless we listen when they whisper, in the unexplorable part of our being, we find only a miserable substitute for happiness, and love turns to hate. Whatever it is that golden essence demands, I have found it in you, and if circumstances have been different I should have known it long ago. I know now what you meant that night when you told me you had spent many distracted years, looking for what no man could give you, and although I doubted at that time I could even guess what your own mysterious essence demanded,

Starting point is 11:18:53 I know now, still vaguely, for it is something as far beyond the defining power of words as the faith of the Christian. It can never be seen, nor heard, nor expressed, but it is there, and only once in a lifetime does any one mortal have it to give to another. A man may love many times, but he is a godman only once. He held her more closely, for she was trembling, but he continued to walk on, guiding her automatically through the trees, for his eyes were almost vacant, as if their vision had been reversed. I have had some hours of utter despair, in spite of the double excitement of these past weeks,

Starting point is 11:19:39 for it has seemed to me that I was no nearer to. you than I had been at the beginning. There was a sense of unreality about the whole affair. At first it seemed to me the most romantic thing that could happen to any man, and it was incredible that I had been chosen the hero of such an extraordinary romance, intensified, if anything, by the fact that it was set in Roaring New York, where you have to talk at the top of your voice to hear yourself think. But that passed, in a measure. I was beset, by the fear. At times, I mean, I was not always in a state to look inward, that you were slipping away, not that I doubted for a moment you would marry me, but that your innermost

Starting point is 11:20:25 inscrutable self had withdrawn, and that you accepted what must have appeared to be my own attitude, that we were merely two vital beings who saw in each other a prospect of a superior sort of sensual delight. "'That is not true,' she interrupted. him fiercely, but you seemed to me to be in that phase when a man can think of nothing else. If I hadn't hoped, and believed in you, against all I knew of men, I'd never have gone on with it. I'm sure that is true. I must have disappointed you horribly. You had felt the bond from the beginning, and I can imagine what you must have dreamed I alone could give you. The trouble was that I didn't realize that I alone was in fault at the time. That boiling pot in my brain was making

Starting point is 11:21:17 too much noise, but I can assure you that I have returned to normal, and if I thought I couldn't satisfy you, I'd let you go without a word. But you know that I can, don't you? She nodded. What is it, I wonder, he sighed. I wish I knew, but it is enough to feel. You must understand that in spite of the erratic creature you have known since you refused to marry me at once, and left me with no resource but to let that play boil out. I am ma'am first, and a writer, incidentally. I also have a stronger ambition to be your husband than to write plays. If I don't strangle what talent I have,

Starting point is 11:21:58 it is because I must have the money to be independent of newspaper work. Otherwise I should have neither peace of mind nor be able to live abroad with you. I know that you cannot be happy here, and I am not a victim to that ancient myth, that two people who love each other can be happy anywhere. Environment is half the battle, for the super-civilised at all events. But you shall never have another dose of the writer. I'll write my plays in New York and Rush Production. The greater part of the year I shall spend with you in Europe,

Starting point is 11:22:32 and I cannot think of anything I'd like more. Why, the very night I first saw you, I was like, longing with all my soul to get out of New York and over to the other side of the world. Why, Mary, you are not crying? You? I never believed you could. I... I did not believe it either, but are you sure? Could you reconcile yourself? You seem so much a part of New York, of this strange, high-pitched civilization. If you are not sure, if you are only tired of New York for the moment, I—yes I will. I'll give it all up and live here. Of course I love New York itself. Was it not my Mary Ogden home? And there are delightful people everywhere. No doubt my dream of doing great things in Europe was me vanity.

Starting point is 11:23:25 Do you believe that? Perhaps not. But after all, what I tried to do might be so easily frustrated in that quadrant. Why should I risk personal happiness, the most precious and the rarest thing in life, for what may be a chimera, wasted years, and a wasted life? Why are we made as we are, if to coax that hidden spark into a steady flame is not our highest destiny? It certainly is our manifest right. Dreams of doing great things in this world are nine-tenths personal vanity. I believe that when we lead the things, planet we go to a higher star where our incompleteness here will be made complete and perhaps we are spared a term of probation if we make ourselves as complete here as mortal conditions will permit and possibly once in a great while two human beings are permitted to effect that completeness together they were both in an exalted mood the wood was very still its beauty incomparable and they might already have been on another star

Starting point is 11:24:36 across that divine balsam-scented stillness came the deep imperative notes of a bell clavering twitched his shoulders impatiently let them go on their screaming picnic, he said, we stay here. Do you mean that, Mary? Yes, I meant it. We will not go to Europe at all, except to visit my Dolomite someday. When you are writing, I'll come up here. I don't know that I shall ask that sacrifice of you. A part of your brain is asleep now, but it is a very active and insistent part when awake. In time, you might revert, and resentment is a fatal canker. But let's let's leave it open it is generally a mistake to settle things off-hand let them alone and they settle themselves very well at all events while we are here i shall not give it another thought the present at least is perfect yes it is perfect he put both arms about her the past was a blank to both their pulsing lips met in the wonder and the ecstasy of the first kiss of you of profound and perfect and imperishable love they clung together exalted and exulting and for the moment at least they were won

Starting point is 11:25:59 end of chapter fifty chapter fifty one of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter fifty one they ate their dinner under the amused eyes of mrs larsing who had served dinners adieu before to couples that had lost their way afterward they sat by the fire and talked desultorily a great deal about themselves sometimes wandering to the subjects that had interested them most before they had met each other clavering told her of the many plays he had written and burned because in his inordinate respect for the drama he had found them when not wholly bad too good to be good enough but the long practice had given him a certain mastery of technique and when she had set his brain on fire he had had less trouble than most young playwrights in compelling his imagination to adapt itself to the inexorable framework he had always felt that the imagination what is called the imagination what is called for want of a better term, the creative faculty, was there, but it was lethargic. It sometimes roused itself to spurts and flashes during wakeful nights, but slept like a boa constrictor that had swallowed a pig, when he tried to invoke it. No doubt, as Gora had told him, his life had been

Starting point is 11:27:41 too easy and agreeable. He made a good deal of money with no particular effort. He was a favourite with the cleverest men and women in New York, and he had no one to think of but himself. His mother was dead, and his sisters married, and there was no doubt that if you were on top, a personality, New York was the most enchanting place in the world to live in, just as it must be the most unsatisfactory for the poor and insignificant. To have conquered New York meant more, several thousand times more, than conquering all the rest of the United States put together, with New York left out. Moreover, it was the only place where you could have any real fun if you wanted your fun

Starting point is 11:28:29 with the sort of men who drifted to New York from all parts of the nation as naturally as pilgrims went to Mecca. If it was your fate to be a politician, Washington, of course, was the goal, but that, in his opinion, was merely moving from a little small town to a big one. and he thanked his stars. He did not have to live in a place where there was nothing but politics and society. In New York, you had only to help yourself to any phase of life you wanted. Mary smiled as she remembered the contemptuous remark of another New York convert. Oh, Washington is merely an island outside of New York. And she fell to wondering what New York would have been like

Starting point is 11:29:13 if it had not been fed so persistently by those streams of eager and amorting. brains, debouching into it from every part of a by no means unambitious and negligible Commonwealth. Another island, probably. Certainly it was the most exhilarating place in the world today, with its atmosphere of invincible security and prosperity, its surging tides of life. No wonder it was impossible for the intensive New Yorker to realize that 4,000 miles away, a greater world was falling to ruin. She told him something of the old political life in Vienna, continually agitated by some Balkan question

Starting point is 11:29:54 of the general dislike of the heir, whose violent death at Sarajevo had been the death knell of European peace, apprehensions of the day when he should ascend the throne, but he was intensely clerical and reactionary. If he had survived until the old emperor's death, and there had been no war, it was doubtful if there would not have been a palace revolution within six months of his succession.

Starting point is 11:30:21 It was also possible that the people would have had their revolution, for they were becoming enlightened and discontented, and powerful men in the highest offices of the government were in sympathy with them. I suppose you mean this Prince Hoenhower, for one, said Clavering. Hoenhower believed that every throne in Europe would be over. overturned before the middle of the 20th century, and that it was the part of wise leaders to prepare not only themselves but the people for a republic, for a republican form of government. He had the greatest admiration for the principles on which this republic was founded,

Starting point is 11:31:00 and said that Europe was to be congratulated, that we had made the mistakes for her to avoid. Much as the rest of the world congratulates itself that Bolshevism was tried out in Russia and made a ghastly mess of improving the condition of the underdog before the masses in other countries had time to lose their heads. I've no doubt that he will be the next Chancellor of Austria, and that when he gets the reins of power in his hands, he'll keep a firm hold on them, which is more than anyone else has done. What you suppose has brought him to this country?

Starting point is 11:31:35 I fancy he has come to obtain the moral support of the American government. In whatever plan he may have. have made for putting Austria on her feet again. Have you any idea what that plan may be? Clavering was watching her intently, his ear attuned to every inflection of her voice, but her tones were as impersonal as if reciting a page out of ancient history, and her gaze was frank and direct. I can only guess.

Starting point is 11:32:05 Personally, I should think his present plan would be an alliance with Bavaria and other South German states, a South German confederacy. That would make a powerful combination, and as Bavaria has always hated Prussia, she would be the last to lend herself to any schemes of vengeance the North may cherish, particularly if she remains a republic. And of course, she would assume her share of the Allied debt. It would be a wonderful thing if it could be brought off. Vienna, her eyes sparkled. Vienna, of course, would be the capital, and again one of the great capitals of Europe, perhaps the greatest. Were you ever closely associated with Hoenhower in any of his schemes?

Starting point is 11:32:53 He had no immediate schemes then. He only awaited events, while the old emperor lived, no move was possible. He was most illogically adored by his people, but Hoenhauer told me more than once that he was only biding his time. and what of that preposterous estate of his in the old Galicia, 16 million acres, wasn't it? Did he expect to hang on to that under a popular form of government? He would have retained the castle and a few hundred acres, for he naturally had a great affection for his birthplace,

Starting point is 11:33:28 and divided the rest among the people, whose natural inheritance it was. But he could do nothing until the proper time, for such an act would undoubtedly have resulted in confiscation, and banishment he would have accomplished no good and lost his immediate power for usefulness besides like all those old-world statesmen he knows how to play a waiting game sounds like a great man if there are any such i should certainly call him a great man said mary but still with that note of complete personal indifference in her voice he not only has immense brain power and personality but fast sight and a thorough understanding of the people and sympathy with them. Even the social democrats liked and trusted him, and he has more than the ordinary politicians' astuteness

Starting point is 11:34:22 in trimming his sails, but coming out nevertheless at the end of the course, exactly at the point he had aimed for. If he captures the bridge, to change the simile, he'll steer Austria out of her deep waters, no doubt of that. Exactly what was the part you intended to play in Austria, he asked. You have never told me. I thought we were not to talk of that. It is impossible to make deliberate plans, anyhow. Only, there is a part of anyone who loves the country and has the brains and the wealth and the political knowledge to help her. I have never quite understood why it should be Austria. Why not Hungary? After all, I have never cared anything for Hungary, but the castle, which was wonderfully situated in the mountains of Transylvania.

Starting point is 11:35:13 The surroundings were wild beyond description, and the peasants are most picturesque and interesting in Europe. But if Budapest had appealed to me socially, which it never did, there were deep personal reasons that made me dislike Hungary. I never spent a night in the Zatiani palace until I turned it into a hospital. But Vienna, I always lived in Vienna when I could, even during my first years in Europe, and later I made it my home. It is the most fascinating city, to me at least, in the world. Besides, Hungary is in the hands of Horty and Bethlehem, who have no more idea of making a republic of it

Starting point is 11:35:53 than of permitting anyone else to be king. There is no role for—' Hello, hello, hello? Clavering sprang to his feet. Shall we take the bull by the horns and go to meet them? He asked. they hate us for looking so fresh. End of Chapter 51. Chapter 52 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton.

Starting point is 11:36:23 This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 52 They were forced to submit to a vast amount of good-natured chaffing, for they had invited it, but it was the sort of chaffing with which this amiable company would have victimised any pair that had recently met and found each other's society suddenly preferable to that of the crowd.

Starting point is 11:36:49 They were all very tired. Mr. Dimwidi, after refreshing his guests and himself with high balls, went to his room and to bed. Rollo Todd announced that it was time to go back to New York to rest, and all fell down on the divans or floor for half an hour before going up to revive themselves with a hot and cold. cold shower. But fatigue passes away quickly in the mountains. They were as lively as ever the next morning, although they unanimously elected to spend the day on the lake or idling in the woods. Clavering

Starting point is 11:37:25 and Mary walked to another gorge he knew of, and sat for hours among boulders and ferns on the brink of the stream, and surrounded by the maples with their quietly rustling leaves. When they returned, Miss Darling, attired in ferns, was executing what she called the Woodnymph's stance, and Todd and Minor were capering about her making horrible faces and pretending to be satis. The rest were keeping time with hands and feet. All had agreed that not a letter nor a newspaper should be brought to the camp during their eight days' absence from civilisation. Freedom should be complete. It seemed to clavering that the expression of

Starting point is 11:38:10 every face had changed. They all wore the somewhat fixed and dreamy look one unconsciously assumes in the woods. It was only a few moments before the onlookers had joined hands and were dancing around the central figures, chanting softly, closing in on them, retreating, turning suddenly to dance with one another. But with a curious restraint, as if they were reviving some old classic of the forest and were afraid of abandonment. almost unconsciously clavering and mary joined in the dance only mr dim whitty a smile half puzzled half cynical in his eyes remained a spectator they swayed rhythmically like tides the chanting was very low and measured the faces wrapped even todd and minor looked exalted impossible to imagine they had ever been sophisticates they were creatures of the woods renegades for a time perhaps but the woods had claimed them then mr dimwydie did an impish thing he inserted a disc in the victroller and at once they began to jazz hardly conscious of the transition

Starting point is 11:39:27 end of chapter fifty two chapter fifty three of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librovog's recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter fifty three at nine o'clock the moon was on the lake and several couples announcing their need of exercise went out in boats clavering rode with long swift strokes until the others were far behind mary muffled in a warm white coat with a scarf twisted round her head like an oriental turban lay on a pile of cushions in the bottom of the boat her head against the seat she had the sensation of floating in space from the middle of the lake the forest on every side was a mass of shadows and nothing was visible but that high vast firmament sprinkled with silver silver dust scattered by the arrogant moon the great silver disk which mary murmured looked like the tomb of dead gods seemed to challenge mortals as well as planets to deny that he was lord of all and that even human emotions must dwindle under his splendor the moon is so impersonal she sighed i wonder why the poets have made so much of it i'm sure it cares nothing about lovers less about poets and thinks the old days when the world was a heaving splitting chaos and glaciers were tearing what was already made of it to bits were vastly superior to the finished perfection of form today, like all old things. If it has the gods in there, no doubt it

Starting point is 11:41:14 wakes them up periodically, to remind them how much better things were in their time. Myself, I prefer the sun. It is far more glamouring. That is because you can't look it in the eye, said Clavering, smiling down at her. You really don't know it half as well, and endow it with all sorts of mysterious attributes. I think I prefer the moon, because it is inimitable. You can counterfeit the light and warmth and heat of the sun, and even its colour, but silver is used to describe the complexion of the moon, only for want of a better word. It is neither silver nor white, but it is the result of some mysterious alchemy, known only to itself, and its temperature does not affect our bodies at all. You can

Starting point is 11:42:01 deny that it has exercised a most beneficent effect on the spirits of lovers and poets for all the centuries we know of every pair of lovers has some cherished memories of moonlight and poets would probably have starved without its aid it is a most benevolent old god and the one thing connected with earth that doesn't mind working overtime i'm sure it must be frayed at the edges and hollow at the core and when it is in the three-quarters it looks exactly exactly like a fish that has lost its platter if you continue to insult the moon i shall take you back to camp and ask minor to teach you how to jazz i love the moon said mary contentedly and pushing a cushion between her head in the sharp edge of the seat i'd like to stay out all night they continued to talk nonsense for a while and then fell silent when the boat was almost at the head of the lake clavering turned it into a long water lane where the maples met overhead and the low soft leaves kept up a continual whispering it was as dark as a tunnel but he knew every inch of the way and presently shot out into another lake small enough for its shores to be sharply outlined under the full light of the moon which appeared to have poised itself directly overhead here it was less silent than on the larger lake there was a chorus of frogs among the lily pads an owl hooted wistfully in the forest and they heard an angry snort from the underbrush followed by a trampling retreat I fancy if we had lingered quietly in that passage. We should have seen a deer drinking from that patch of sword over there, said clavering,

Starting point is 11:43:46 but I was not thinking of deer. What were you thinking of? Why, you, in a way, I suppose, if I was thinking at all. I was merely filled with a vast content. God, I have found more than I ever dreamed any man could imagine he wanted, vastly more than any man's deserts. It is an astonishing thing for a man to be able to say. Mary sat up suddenly.

Starting point is 11:44:13 Be careful. A little superstition is a good thing to keep in one's bag of precautions. I feel good enough to disdain it. Of course, I may be struck by lightning tomorrow, or my car may turn turtle when we go down to be married, but I refuse to contemplate anything of the sort. I feel as arrogant as that moon up there. who may have all the gods inside him, and do not mind proclaiming aloud that earth is heaven. Well, it is.

Starting point is 11:44:41 She was not superstitious herself, but she was suddenly invaded by a sinister, inexplicable fear, and smiled the more brightly to conceal it. But she lowered her eyelids and glanced hastily about her, wondering if an enemy could be hiding in those dark woods. She was not conscious of possessing enemies venomous enough to assassinate her, but she knew little of clavering's life after all and he was a sort of man who must inspire hate as well as love danger assuredly was lurking somewhere it seemed to wash against her brain carrying its message but there were no wild beasts in the adirondats nor even reptiles not a sound the owl had given up his attempt to entice his lady out for a rendezvous and the frogs had paused for breath there was not the faintest rustle in the forest except those eternally whispering leaves and the faint surging tide in the tree-tops that ugly invading fear was still in her eyes as she met his

Starting point is 11:45:46 what is the matter he asked you look frightened i am a little i have a curious feeling of uneasiness as if something were going to happen out of the depths of the hollow gloom on her soul's bare sands she heard it boomed the measured tide of the sea of doom, he quoted lightly. I fancy when one is too happy, the jealous gods run the quits over of our little spiritual barometers down for a moment, merely to remind us that we are mortals after all. The shadow on her face lifted, and she smiled into his ardent eyes. Ah, Mary, he whispered. Mary!

Starting point is 11:46:33 End of Chapter 53. chapter fifty four of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter fifty four as they left the boat-house an hour later and walked up the steep path to the camp once more that scent of coming disaster drove into her mind and banished the memory of the past hour when she had forgotten it what did it mean she recalled that she had had dark resentments before in her life and they had always come in the form of this sudden mental invasion as if some malignant homeless spirit exulted in being the first to hint at the misfortune to come but the camp was silent every one apparently had gone to bed and slept the sleep of valiant souls and weary bodies one lamp burned in the living-room and clavering turned it out and they parted lingeringly as she went up to her room she had barely taken off her coat and scarf when she heard a tap on her door she stared for a moment in panic then crossed the room swiftly and opened it mr dim whiddy wrapped against the cold in a padded dressing-gown, and with noiseless slippers on his feet, entered and closed the door behind him. "'What has happened?' she demanded sharply.

Starting point is 11:48:01 "'Something, I know it. "'Don't look so frightened, my dear. "'I have no bad news for you. "'Only it's rather annoying, and I knew I shouldn't get a word alone with you in the morning.' "'What is it? "'What is it?' "'I had this telegram an hour ago from Trent.' "'He took a sheet of paper from the pocket of his dressing-gown, covered with hand-werect.

Starting point is 11:48:22 writing. Of course those bumpkins down in Huntersville took their time about telephoning it up. Luckily the telephone is over in Larsing's room. Mary snatched the paper from his hand and was reading it aloud. Hoenhauer took morning train for Huntersville. Stop. We'll spend night there and go to camp in morning. Stop. Must see. M. Z. Stop. Don't let anything prevent. Stop. Very important. Stop. Very important. Stop. "'He will not ask you to put him up. "'Stop. "'Thought best to warn you as he might be planning expedition.' "'Trent.

Starting point is 11:49:02 "'Hohenhauer!' exclaimed Mary. "'And now, oddly enough, "'she felt only astonishment and annoyance. "'Why should he come all this way to see me? "'He could have written if he had anything to say.' "'And then she added passionately, "'I won't have him here. "'I thought perhaps you'd rather go down to Huntersville,

Starting point is 11:49:22 to see him, said Mr. Dinwiddie, looking out of the window. Besides, he would make thirteen at table. I can take you down in the morning and telephone him to wait for us, at the same time I order the motor to be sent up. I don't know that I'll see him at all. But you must realise that if you don't go down, he'll come here. I don't fancy he's the sort of man to take that long journey and be put off with a rebuff. From what I know of him, he not only would drive up here, but if you had gone off for the day, wait until you returned. I don't see how you can avoid him. No, you are right, I shall have to see him. But what excuse can I give Lee? He must never know the truth, and he'll want to go with us. I've thought of that. I'll tell him that

Starting point is 11:50:14 Trent is sending up some important papers for you to sign, and as someone is obliged to go to Huntersville to check up the provisions that will arrive on the train tomorrow morning, I've told Trent's clerk to wait there, as I prefer to see to the other matter myself. I hate deceivingly. So do I, but it cannot be helped. Did he bring me up here to get me away from Hornhauer? Mr. Dinwiddy's complexion suddenly looked darker in the light of the solitary candle. Well, you see, I suspected it for a a moment and then forgot it. No doubt it is the truth. So much the more reason why he should know nothing about that man's following me. Why should he be made uneasy, perhaps unhappy? But what

Starting point is 11:51:02 excuse to go off without him? They have a ford down there. I'll tell them to send that. With the provisions there'll be no room for four people. That will answer, and I'll give Howenhower a piece of my mind. But, Mary, you don't suppose that one of the most important, men in Europe, with limited time at his disposal, would take that journey unless he had something very important indeed to say to you? Not even for your beau-jeure, I should think, or he'd have asked Trent to get him an invitation to spend several days at the camp. I must say I'm devoured with curiosity. Mary shocked her shoulders. I'm too sleepy for curiosity. What time must we start? about nine if the car gets here on time it takes two hours to come up the mountain and they'll hardly be induced to start before seven i'll tell larsing to telephone at six

Starting point is 11:51:58 it's now eleven we have eight hours for sleep good-night and believe that i am immensely grateful you've arranged it all wonderfully she stamped her foot as mr dimwyddy silently closed the door maritz what does he want why has he followed me here but he has no power whatever over my life so why should i care what he wants but that this this should be interrupted she undressed without calm and slept ill end of chapter fifty four chapter fifty five of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librovoc's recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter fifty five the flight next morning proved simpler of accomplishment than she had anticipated the men were going to a neighboring lake to fish larsing having excited them with a prospect of abundant trout and why fish in your own lake when you may take a tramp of several miles through the woods to another. They begged clavering to go with them, and as man cannot exist for long in the rarefied atmosphere of the Empirian, without growing restive, he was feeling rather let down,

Starting point is 11:53:26 and cherished a sneaking desire for a long day alone with men. But he told Mary that he did not want to go out of their woods, and down to that hideous village for any such purpose as to watch her sign papers. and he stood on the landing, waving his hat as she and Mr. Dinwiddie crossed the lake in the motorboat to the waiting ford. For once his intuitions failed him and he tramped off with the other men

Starting point is 11:53:54 his heart as light as the mountain air and his head empty of woman. Mary looked back once at the golden brown lake set like a jewel in its casket of fragrant trees and wondered if she would see it again with the same eyes. She was both resentful and uneasy, although she still was unable to guess what harm could come of this interview. If Hoanhauer wanted her to go to Washington, she could refuse,

Starting point is 11:54:24 and he had long since lost his old magnetic power over her. But as the Ford bumped down the steep road between the woods, she felt less like Mary Ogden every moment. those mists of illusion to withdraw from her practical brain returning to the heights where they belonged. She wondered how she could have dared to be so unthinkingly happy, the sport of the cynical gods, sentimental folly that she had called exultation, after all, after all. Could she recapture that mood when she returned?

Starting point is 11:55:01 Certainly, whatever this man wanted of her, it would be hard facts. not illusions, he would invite her to deal with. But when he had been the most passionate of lovers, his brain had always seemed to stand aloof, luminous and factual. He had not an illusion. He saw life as it was, and although his manners were suave and polished, and his voice the most beautiful she had ever heard,

Starting point is 11:55:28 he could be brutally direct when it suited his purpose. For a moment she hated him as ardently as she had. had for a time after he left her. They descended into lower and lower altitudes until the air grew intensely hot, physically depressing after the cold wine of the mountains. Finally, ten minutes ahead of time, they drove into the doubly depressing village of Huntersville. It was no uglier than thousands of other villages and small towns that look as if built to demonstrate the American contempt for beauty, but the fact mitigated nothing to our own. It was a little bit of accustomed to the picturesqueness of mountain villages in Europe, where the very roofs are artistic

Starting point is 11:56:12 and the peasants have the grace to wear the dress of their ancestors. There were a few farms in the valley, but if Huntersville had not been a junction of sorts, it is doubtful if it would have consisted of anything but a general store, now that the saloons were closed. There was one long, crooked street, with the hotel at one end, the store at the other containing the post office, and a church shops for automobile supplies, two garages, a drug store and a candy store. Eight or ten cottages filled the interstices. Men were working in the fields, but those in Huntersville proper seemed to be exhausted with loafing. Campers going in and out of the woods needing shelter for the night, and people demanding meals between trains kept the dismal-looking hotel open

Starting point is 11:57:05 and reasonably clean. The situation was very beautiful for the mountains rose behind, and there was a brawling stream. Mr. Dimwitty having ascertained that Mr. Hoenhauer had received his message and gone for a walk, leaving word he would return at ten o'clock. Mary went into the hotel parlour to wait for him. The room was said, and he was said, and he was said, and seldom used patrons local and otherwise preferring the bar of happy memories and it smelled musty she opened the windows and glanced about distastefully the walls were covered with a faded yellow paper torn in places and the ceiling was smoked and fly specked the worn thin carpet seemed to have been chosen for its resemblance to turtle soup squirming with vermicelli over the pine mantle painted yellow were the inevitable antlers, and on a marble-topped table were badly executed water-lilies under a glass dome. The furniture was horsehair, and she wondered how she and the Austrian statesmen were to preserve their dignity on the slippery surface.

Starting point is 11:58:16 Then she heard his voice in the hall, as he stopped to speak to Mr. Dimwidi, and she glanced out curiously. She had not seen him since a year before the war, but he was little changed, improved if anything. for there was more colour in his formerly pale face. He was as straight and as thin as ever, his fine head erect without haughtiness. His dark eyes under their heavy lids had the same eagle glance. He was still, she concluded dispassionately, the handsomest man she had ever seen,

Starting point is 11:58:49 even for an Austrian, the handsomest race on earth. He combined high intelligence with a classic regularity of feature, grace, dignity, and when the firm lips relaxed he had a delightful smile if it had not been for his hair very thick white hair he would have passed for little over forty he wore loose grey travelling clothes and every detail was as quietly faultless as ever she went hastily to the speckled mirror beneath the antlers and surveyed herself anxiously her own travelling suit of dark green tweed with its white silk shirt was as careless as careless as careless as her own travelling suit of dark green tweed with its white silk shirt was as careless perfectly perfect as his own, and the little green turban, with its shaded, drooping feather, extremely becoming. No colour set off her fairness like green, but she turned away with a sigh. It was not the eyes of the past three days that looked back at her.

Starting point is 11:59:46 And then she remembered that he had not seen her since the Renaissance. The moment was not without its excitements. The meeting was excessively formal. "'Frauffin? "'Excellence?' "'She lifted her hand. "'He raised it to his lips, "'and then he drew back and looked at her

Starting point is 12:00:08 "'with penetrating but smiling eyes. "'I had heard, of course,' he said gallantly, "'but I hardly was prepared. "'May I say, Frau Griffin, "'that you look younger "'than when I had the pleasure of meeting you first?' "'I assure you that I feel many years younger,' "'she replied lightly.

Starting point is 12:00:28 may i add that i am delighted to see that you are in the best of health your rest in switzerland has done you good although it would have been better for austria had it been shorter shall we sit down two tall dignified bodies adjusted themselves to chairs both slippery and bumpy he had closed the door behind him now that the amenities are over excellence she said with the briskness she had picked up from her american friends let us come to the point. I infer you did not take a day's journey and put up with this abominable hotel, to tell me you are forming a Federation of Austria with the South German states. You were sometimes kind enough to ask my help in the past, but I have no influence in Washington. No, dear Gretchen, I do not need your assistance in Washington, but I do need it in Austria, and that is why I am here. but it is was my intention to return to Austria almost immediately.

Starting point is 12:01:31 Surely Judge Trent must have told you. Yes, dear Gretchen, he told me, but he also told me other things. I shall not waste the little time at our disposal in diplomacy. He told me that you have the intention to marry a young American. There was the faintest accent on the young. Mary was annoyed to feel herself flushing, but she answered coldly, It is quite true that I intend to marry Mr. Clavering.

Starting point is 12:01:58 And I have come here to ask you to renounce that intention, and to marry me instead. You? Mary almost rose from her chair. What on earth do you mean? My dear Marie, he renounced formalities abruptly. I think you will be able to recall that whether I wrapped my meaning in diplomatic phrases, or conveyed it by the blunter method, it was always sufficiently clear to the trained understanding. I have never known a more trained or acute understanding than yours. I wish you to marry me, and I beg you to listen to my reasons.

Starting point is 12:02:34 She gave the little foreign shrunk she had almost forgotten. I will listen, of course, need I add that I am highly honoured. If I are not so astonished, no doubt I should be more properly appreciative of that honour. Pray let me hear the reasons. Her tone was satirical, but she was beginning to feel vaguely uneasy. neither her words nor her inflections ruffled the calm of that long immobile face with its half-failed powerful eyes let us avert all possible misunderstanding at the beginning he said suavely i shall not pretend that i have fallen in love with you again for although my gallantry prompts me to such a natural statement i have not the faintest hope of deceiving you what i felt for you once can never be revived for i loved you more than i have ever loved ever loved any woman, and when such love burns itself out, its ashes are no more to be rekindled

Starting point is 12:03:30 than the dust of the corpse. You thought I fell in love with my pretty young wife, but I was merely fond and appreciative of her. I knew that the end had come for us, and that if I did not recognise that sad fact, you would. My marriage, which, as you know, was imperative, afforded a graceful climax to a unique episode in the lives of both of us. there was no demoralizing interval of subterfuge and politely repressed ennui on the other hand it did not degenerate into one of those dreary and loosely knit liaisons lasting on into old age we left each other on the heights although the cliff was beginning to crumble really muritz i hope you have not come up here to indulge in sentimental reminiscence why rake up that old episode i assure you i have practically forgotten it and i can assure you that i have never felt less sentimental i wish merely to emphasize the fact that it was complete in itself and therefore as impossible of resuscitation as the dead otherwise you might naturally leap to the conclusion that i was an elderly romantic gentleman oh never It is obvious that you are inclined to be brutally frank, but, as you said, time is short.

Starting point is 12:04:55 If what I said sounded brutal, it was merely to remind you that love, the intense, passionate love I have no doubt you feel for this young man, who helps you realise your renewed youth, never lasts, and when this new love of yours burns itself out, you never have the reputation of being very constant, dear Marie. You will have an alien young man on your hand. while that remarkable brain of yours will be demanding its field of action. You are European, not American, why even your accent is stronger than mine. That may be due to an uncommonly susceptible ear, but as a matter of fact your mind has a stronger accent still. You became thoroughly Europeanised, one of us, and, I say this quite impartially,

Starting point is 12:05:42 the most statesman-like woman in Europe. Your mind was still plastic when you came to us, and your body was poor. Plastic years are long over, my share. If your mind had become as young as your body, you would have bitterly resented it. You were always very proud of that intellect of yours, and with the best of reasons. Mary was staring out of the window. She recalled that she had faced the fact of the old mind in the young brain when she first discovered that she loved clavering.

Starting point is 12:06:12 How could she have forgotten for a few short weeks and up there? She raised her eyes to the mountain. From where she sat she could not see the top. It looked like an impenetrable rampart, rising to the skies. Can you tell me with honesty and candor, he continued in those same gentle tones, that had always reminded her of limpid waters running over iron? And for all your subtlety your mind is too arrogant and fearless to be otherwise than honest, or fond, that you believe you could remain satisfied with love alone? For more, let us say,

Starting point is 12:06:51 than a year? She moved restlessly. Perhaps not. I had planned to live in Vienna. He would spend only a part of the year there with me. His own interests are here, of course. It would be a perfectly workable arrangement. Are you sure? If you are, I must conclude that in the mental confusion love so often induces, you have lost temporarily your remarkable powers of clear and coherent thought. Do you not realise that you would no longer be Gryffin Zatiani? You would be Mrs. Lee Clavering? Do you imagine for a moment that you could play the great role in Austrian affairs you have set yourself handicapped by an American name and an American husband?

Starting point is 12:07:37 Not with all your gifts, your wealth, your genius for playing on that complex interest. instrument called human nature. Austria may be a republic of sorts, but it is still Austria. You would be an American and an outsider, a presumptuous interloper. She stared at him aghast. I—oh! I had not thought of that. It seems incomprehensible.

Starting point is 12:08:04 But I had never thought of myself as Mrs. Clavering. I have been Gretchen Zatiani so long. and your plans were well defined, and your ambition to play a great role on the modern European stage possessed you utterly, until you met this young man, is it not so? Oh, yes, but—I understand. It must have been a quite marvellous experience after those barren years, to feel yourself glowing with all the vitalities of youth once more, to bring young men to your feet with a glance and to fancy yourself in love. "'Fancy!' she interrupted him passionately. "'I am in love, and more, more than I ever was with you. "'Until I met him I did not even guess that I had the capacity to love again. "'It was the last thing I wanted, appurrent, but—but he has something for me that you—not even you ever had,

Starting point is 12:09:01 "'that I had given up hope of finding long before I met you.' She had an intense desire to make this man understand, but she shivered as if her proud reserve were a visible garment that she had torn off and flung at his feet, leaving her naked to his ironic gaze. He was leaning forward regarding her through his veiled eyes. Their light was not ironic, but it was very penetrating. "'And what is that something, Marie?' he asked softly. "'I—you know those things. Things cannot be put into words? I fancy they can. It is merely one more delusion of the senses,

Starting point is 12:09:46 one of the imagination, most devilish tricks. I had it for you, and you for me, for a time. In the intimacies of either a liaison or matrimony, that supreme delusion is soon scattered my share. But I believe it, she spoke obstinately, although that brawling stream seemed to take on a note of derision. do you not in the depths of your clear brain the mist on top is dense and hot but alas for those mists i refuse to discuss it she said haughtily why do you wish to marry me yourself because i need your partnership as much as you need mine even if you returned to austria unencumbered you could accomplish less alone than when a man of equal endowments and greater power beside you two strong brains and characters with similar purpose

Starting point is 12:10:39 can always accomplish more together than alone. I intend to rule and save Austria, and I need you, your help, your advice, your subtlety, your compelling fascination, and your great personality. Do you intend to make yourself king? she asked insolently, although his words had thrilled her. You know that is a foolish question. I do not even use my title there, but I intend to make Vienna the capital of a great and powerful Republic, and I therefore ask you to renounce, before it is too late, this commonplace and unworthy dream of young love, and stand beside me.

Starting point is 12:11:19 Youth, real youth, and the best years of maturity are the seasons for love. You and I have sterner duties. Do you suppose that I would sacrifice Austria for some brief wild hope of human happiness? And you are only two years younger than I am. nothing can alter the march of the years. Moreover, you owe to Austria this wonderful rejuvenessence of yours. Steinach is not an American. She stamped her foot.

Starting point is 12:11:48 You descend to quibbling, and I have more than repaid Austria all that I owe her. You have given her money and service, but she expects more, and you pledged yourself to her before you left, and don't forget that she is the country of your deliberate adoption. A far more momentous thing than any mere accident of birth. You did not return to America when Zatiani died. You never even paid her a brief visit after your marriage. You would not be here now but for the imperative necessities of business.

Starting point is 12:12:22 You are Austrian to your marrow. I had a roll thrust on me and I played it. My parents came to Europe every year until they died. When Zatiani went, there were no ties to draw me back. and habit is strong. But underneath, I don't believe that I have ever been other than Mary Oakden. She blushed as she said it, and he looked at her keenly. I think I understand.

Starting point is 12:12:49 He is a very clever young man, of an outstanding cleverness, I am told, or it may be that he is merely in love, and love's delusions are infinite for a time. I doubt if a young man with so brilliant an intellect would, if he faced himself in honest detachment, admit that he believed anything of the sort. Nor do you, my dear Marie, nor do you. She twisted her hands together, but would not raise her eyes.

Starting point is 12:13:17 He bent forward again and said harshly, Marie, glance inward. Do you see nothing that causes you to feel ashamed and foolish? Do you, you fail to recognise the indecency of a woman of your mental age, permitting herself to fancy that she is experiencing the authentic passions of youth? Are you capable of creating life? Can you love with unsullied memory?

Starting point is 12:13:43 Have you the ideals of youth, the plasticity, the hopes, the illusions? Have you still even that power of desperate mental passion, so often subordinating the merely physical, of the mature woman who seeks for the last time to find in love what love has not? The final delusion? No, Marie. Your revivified glands have restored to you the appearance and the strength of youth, but although you have played with a role that appealed to your vanity, to your histrionic powers, with yourself as chief audience, your natural desire to see if you could not be to yourself again as young as you appear, you have no more illusion in your soul than when you were a withered old woman in Vienna. She looked at him with hostile but agonized eyes. Your calculated brutality does not affect me in the least. You are merely one more victim of convention, like those old women in New York.

Starting point is 12:14:44 It has never been, therefore it never can be. Many women are not able to bear children, even in youth. It is your turn to quibble. Tell me, until you were attracted to this young man, attracted no doubt, because he was so unlike the European of your long-exam. had you deviated from the conclusion, arrived at many years before, that you had had enough of love, of sex, to satisfy any woman? You implied as much to me a few moments since. I know the mental part of you so well that I am positive the mere thought would have

Starting point is 12:15:18 disgusted you. If you had been starved all your life, it would be understandable, but you had experimented and deluded yourself again and again, and you were burnt out when you came to Vienna to lived, burnt out not only physically but spiritually. Your imagination was as arid as a desert without an oasis. If any man had made love to you then, you would merely have turned on him your weary, disillusioned eyes, or laughed cynically at him and yourself. Your keen, aesthetic sense would have been shot. You were playing then an important and ambitious role.

Starting point is 12:15:56 You had the greatest political salon in Vienna, in Europe, and you went away to rest that you might continue to play it, not that you might feel fresh enough once more to have liaisons, like other foolish old women, but the part you played then was a bagatelle to the one awaiting you now. With your splendid mental gifts, your political genius, your acquired statecraft, your wealth and your restored beauty,

Starting point is 12:16:22 you could become the most powerful woman in Europe. But only as my wife. Even you are not strong enough to play the poor, part alone. There is too much prejudice against women to permit you to pull more than hidden strings. Masculine jealousy of women is far more irritable in a democracy than in a monarchy, where women of rank are expected to play a decorative and tactful parting politics. But if they step down and come into conflict with ambitious men of the people, class jealousy aggravates sex jealousy. You might have a salon again and become a power somewhat in.

Starting point is 12:17:00 old-fashioned, but you never would be permitted to play a great public role. But as the consort, I think the word will pass, of the President or Chancellor, you could wield almost sensational power. I should probably be quite overshadowed by you, she murmured, but she was hardly conscious of speaking. Her brain was whirling. Your position would be too eminent for that, even if I wished it, which I assuredly should not. I value you too highly. perhaps i am one of the few men in europe who admit and believe that a woman may have as powerful and accomplished an intellect as any man i did not appreciate your mind as you deserved when i loved you but i did during those subsequent years in vienna you did not ask me to marry you then when you appreciated me so highly you never seemed to know whether you were talking to a man or a woman when you were with me and yet i was possibly more interesting psychologically than i had ever been No man is interested in an old woman's psychology. I am not interested in your psychology today,

Starting point is 12:18:08 and I did not ask you to marry me then, for a great many reasons. I was too handicapped to play a great role myself, you will remember, nor could you have been of the same service to me. Even if your fatigued mind had been refreshed, by your stay in Hungary, you had lost the beauty in the energy, the power of ardent interest in the affairs of state, which have now been being restored to you. With your rare gifts and your renewed youth, I repeat you have it in your power to be the most famous woman in Europe, and perhaps the most useful. But not with a young alien husband. Not only would you automatically revert to the status of an American, but the dignity which, unlike so many women of your age, who have been Dame Gallant, you took care to

Starting point is 12:18:55 impress on the world, would be hopelessly sacrificed. to spend yourself on a love affair, wantonly to throw away an historic career, merely because a young man has hypnotized you into the delusion that you may once more enjoy the passions of youth. Stop! You shall not! She sprang to her feet. Her face was drawn and pinched, but her eyes were blazing. Every word you say is for a purpose. If that were all, I should have hated him, as much as I hate you. My mind never dwelt on the that, not for a moment. I never faced it. You don't know what you're talking about. Ah, but I do. He had risen also, and he put his hands on her shoulders. They were long, thin hands, but very powerful, and it seemed to her that they sank slowly through her flesh, until, however painlessly, they gripped the skeleton underneath. Look at me, Marie.

Starting point is 12:19:55 your Mary Ogden died many, many years ago. She died, I should say, at the first touch of Otto Zatiani. There was nothing in your new life to revive her, assuredly not your first lover. Certainly, you were Marie Zatiani, the most subtle, complex and fascinating woman in Europe when I met you, but abominably disillusioned even then. I revived your youth for a time, but never your girlhood.

Starting point is 12:20:25 You have been able to deceive yourself here in the country of that girlhood for a time, with this interesting young gentleman in love with you, and no doubt, extremely ardent. Oh! Her head sank, but she could not turn away, for his hands still gripped her shoulders. The roar of the streams sounded to her horrified ears, like the crash of falling ruins. Listen, Marie, he said more gently. If I have been brutal, it was merely because there is. no other way to fling you head first out of your fool's paradise.

Starting point is 12:21:00 If I had not known the common sense that forms a solid lower stratum of your mind, I should not have come here to say anything at all. You would not have been worth it. But remember, Marie, that under this new miracle of science, the body may go back, but never the mind. You, your ego, your mind, yourself, are no younger than your 58 hard-lived years. and what object in being young again for any of us if we are to make the same old mistakes remember that when you were as young as you looked now you had no such opportunity offered you as in this terrible period of european history

Starting point is 12:21:40 nor could you have taken advantage of it if you had for mere mental brilliancy and ambition cannot take the place of political experience and an intellect educated by the world it may be that we shall both be destroyed that our efforts will avail nothing and we shall all be swallowed up in chaos but at least we shall have done what we could and i know you well enough to believe that such an implacable end would give you greater satisfaction than dallying in the arms of a handsome young husband he pushed her back into her chair and resumed his own would you like to smoke he asked yes she looked at him with bitter eyes but she had recaptured her threatened composure He regarded her with admiration, but they smoked in silence for several moments. Then he spoke again. You remember El Kazaki? I suppose. She was several years older than you and one of the damn gallant of her day.

Starting point is 12:22:41 She has taken the treatment and looks many years younger, at least, than when she was a painted old hag with a red wig. She is still forced to employ artifice, but she has lovers again, and that is all she did it for. is highly amused. No doubt all women of her sort will take it for no other purpose. But many of the intellectual women of Europe are taking it too, and with the sole purpose of reinvigorating their mental faculties and recapturing the physical endurance necessary to their work. I happen to know of a woman scientist, Frau Bloch, who is now working 16 hours a day,

Starting point is 12:23:20 and she had had a bitter struggle with her enfeebled forces to work at all. "'Lorence is no more remarkable. "'He seems to be the only disciple besides yourself "'that this country has heard of, "'but I could name a hundred men out of my own knowledge "'who are, once more, working with all the vigor of youth. "'Yes,' she interrupted sarcastically, "'and without a thought of women, of course.

Starting point is 12:23:45 "'Probably not.' "'He waved his hands, negligently, "'but incidentally, that is where men have the supreme advantage of women. "'The woman is an incident in their life. even when sincerely in love, and if these men indulge occasionally in the pleasures of youth or even marry young wives, the world will not be interested. But with women who renew their youth and return to its follies, it will be quite another matter. If they are not made the theme of obscene lampoons, they may count themselves fortunate. There will certainly be verbal lampoons in private. Orthodoxy! Orthodoxy! possibly, but orthodoxy is a fixed habit of mind. The average man and woman hug their orthodoxies and spit their venom on those that outrage them.

Starting point is 12:24:34 How it may be some years hence, when the cure for senicence has become a commonplace, I do not pretend to say. But so it is today. Personally, no doubt, you would be indifferent, for you have a contemptuously independent mind. But your career and your youthfulness would be at an end. and suppose i am quite indifferent to that ah but you are not i will not say that i have killed mary ogden during this painful hour for it is impossible to kill the dead but i have exercised her ghost she will not come again if you marry this young man it will be out of defiance or possibly out of a mistaken consideration for him although he will be an object for sympathy later on and you will marry him as marie zatiani without an illusion left in that clear brain of yours from which the mists have been blown by the cold wind of truth and in a year if you can stand self-contempt and ineffable ennui so long you will leave him resume your present name the name by which europe knows you and return to us but it may be too late vienna would still be laughing the viennese are a light-heartedly

Starting point is 12:25:51 race and a lax, but when they laughed they cease to take seriously the subject of that good-natured amusement. It is not ascetic, you know. It is not ascetic. Are you really quite indifferent, Marie? She shrugged and rose. It must be time for luncheon, she said. It will no doubt be horrible, but at least we can have it in here. The public dining-room will be impossible. I will find Mr. Dimwitty and ask him to order it. end of chapter fifty five chapter fifty six of black oxen by gertrude atherton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by lynn thompson chapter fifty six when the men returned from their fishing trip at six o'clock they saw several of the women on the lake but there was no one in the living-room clavering tapped at mr dimwody's door but as there was no answer concluded that he and mary had had been in the lake but there was no answer concluded that he and mary had not yet returned from Huntersville. He was too desirous of a bath and clean clothes, however,

Starting point is 12:27:07 to feel more than a fleeting disappointment, and it was not until his return to his room that he saw a letter lying on the table. It was addressed in Mary's handwriting, and he stared at it in astonishment for a second, then tore it open. It was stated, Huntersville, Monday afternoon, and it read, Dearly, Mr. Dimwitty will tell you that unforeseen circumstances have arisen, which compel me to go to New York for a few days. It is excessively annoying, but unavoidable, and I do not ask you to follow me, as I should hardly be able to see anything of you. If there is a prospect of being detained, it will not be worthwhile to return, and I'll let you know at once, on Thursday night by telephone. And then I hope you will not wait for the others, but join me here. indeed dearly i wish this need not have happened but at least we had three days m clavering read this letter twice hardly comprehending its purport she made no mention of judge trent the whole thing was ambiguous a full explanation was his right moreover it was the reverse of a love-letter even its phrases of regret were formal something was wrong he put on his clothes hurriedly in order to go in search of dim whitty but before he had finished he heard a sound in the next room and opened the connecting door unceremoniously mr dim whitty braced himself as he saw clavering's set face

Starting point is 12:28:41 too bad he muttered but clavering cut him short i want the truth what took mary to new york surely she has explained in her letter she explained nothing there's some mystery here and i want it cleared up at once by god i'll tell you mr dimwody burst out mary exacted no promise i suppose she took for granted i'd not tell you for she told me what she had written but if she had i'd tell you anyhow i'd rather break a promise to a woman than lie to a friend believe men should stand by one another she went down there this morning to meet hohenhower hoonhauer hoonhauer Clavering's face turned almost black. Yes, Trent telegraphed me yesterday that Hoanhauer was arriving at Huntersville last night and would come up here in the morning to see Mary. He said the matter was most important.

Starting point is 12:29:35 I went to Mary's room after you came in from the lake and showed her the message. She was extremely annoyed and said at first that she wouldn't see him, but I pointed out that she couldn't possibly avoid it. Then she said he shouldn't come up here and was very emphatic about it. The only thing to do was to take her down. Of course, you will be reasonable and see there was nothing else to be done. What did that infernal, blaggard want of her? And why did she go off with him? She didn't go off with him. She hired a car directly after lunch, intending to drive as far as Saratoga, and take a train from there.

Starting point is 12:30:10 She left Hoanhauer to call his heels until it was time to take the local for the Adirondack Express. She could easily have taken him along, but I think she was meeting. out punishment. Punishment? Yes, they had a private conference for nearly two hours, and whatever happened it put her in an infernally bad humour. She scarcely opened her mouth during luncheon, and as Mary is a woman of the world, used to concealing her feelings, I thought it highly significant. She looked as if she were in a secret, frozen rage. Hoenhauer, however, was quite himself, and the meal, corned beef and cabbage, went off very very much. very well. What did he want of her? Of that I haven't the vaguest idea, something momentous

Starting point is 12:30:55 beyond a doubt. If I may hazard a guess, it has something to do with this special mission of his, and it is quite possible that he has asked her to go to Washington, insisted upon it, appealing to her love of Austria. I confess I don't see what she can accomplish there, for she never did have any Washington connections. Of course she could get letters from Trent and trust to her personal power and prestige, but let me tell you that she didn't do it to please him. She looked as if she hated him. Is he still in love with her? Are you sure he didn't come here to ask her to marry him?

Starting point is 12:31:30 If he did, he had his journey for his pains, although I can see that it would be a highly desirable combination from his point of view. But he's not in love with her. I'll stake all I know of men on that. You are sure? As sure as that I'm alive. while I take the morning train for New York. Lee, said Mr. Dinwizzy, impressively,

Starting point is 12:31:53 take the advice of an old man who has seen a good deal of men and women in his day, and stay where you are until you hear from Mary. Some sort of crisis has arisen, no use blinking the fact. But if you burst in on her now, while she is Madame Zatiani, encased in a new set of triple-plated armour, you may ruin all your chances of happiness. Whatever it is, let her work it out. and off by herself. I made her promise she would not leave the country without seeing you again,

Starting point is 12:32:22 for I didn't know what might be in the wind, and when she had given her word she added that she had not the least intention of not seeing you again, and that it was quite possible that she would return to the camp. If you go down, you'll spoil everything. I suppose I can trust you, Din, but I've seen plainly that you don't want me to marry her. That's true enough. I want nothing less for your sake, and Howan will be a far more suitable match for her, but I don't believe you even question my face. No, I don't. You're a brick, Din. But I'm unspeakably worried, almost terrified. I have never felt that I really knew her. She may have only imagined, but that's impossible. How in God's name am I to sit around here for three days and twiddle my

Starting point is 12:33:11 thumbs? Don't. Take one of the men and go off on a three days' camp. climb Mount Moose. That will give you no chance to think. All your thinking will be in your muscles. And suppose she should return, or telegraph me to go to her. If she returns and finds you gone, it'll serve her right, and she won't telegraph before Thursday. If she's going to Washington, now take my advice and don't be a fool. Clavering shrugged his shoulders, but he set his lips. Very well, I won't follow her, nor will I forgive her in a hurry either. healthy. Give her a peace of your mind, have a good row, and then make it up. But let me tell you,

Starting point is 12:33:52 my dear boy, that she was horrified at the thought of that man coming up here, and she only refrained from telling you of the summons, so to speak, because she wanted to spare you any anxiety. There's no doubt in my mind that she's as much in love with you as you are with her. You have none, I suppose. None, particularly lately. I hadn't told you, but I had intended in a day or two. to ask you if you would let me have the camp for a few weeks. We intended to marry in Huntersville the day the rest of you went out.' Mr. Dinwiddie whistled. No wonder she was furious at having her preliminary honeymoon disturbed.

Starting point is 12:34:31 But if that is the case, of course she'll return. You're more than welcome to the camp, and I'll send whatever you need from time to time. You've only to command me. It makes it all the more comprehensible. Whatever it was that man said to her, She wanted to get over it by herself before coming back to the place where she had forgotten that Hoenhowers and politics existed. I could see how it was with her there. She looked

Starting point is 12:34:56 exactly as she used to in the old days, and I don't doubt she felt like it, too. No wonder she resented being forced back into the role of Madame Zatiani, or Gretchen, Countess, as he called her, you must let her thresh it out by herself. You believe she will come back. If that was your plan? I assuredly do. There isn't a spark of human affection between those two, and Mary never placed herself in any man's power. I am more and more inclined to believe that he appealed to her for help, in his mission here, whatever it is, and it's not so difficult to guess, and that, against her inclination and out of her love for Austria, she consented. Well, it's no use to speculate. There's supper bell. I'll decide in the morning whether I go off for a tramp or not.

Starting point is 12:35:48 End of Chapter 56. Chapter 57 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Afferton. This Libre Fox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Lynn Thompson. Chapter 57 Clavering slept when he first went to bed, for he was healthfully tired, but he awoke suddenly at midnight with body refreshed and mind abnormally. clear. He knew that he was sleep no more that night, and he put on his trousers and coat over his pyjamas, thrust his feet into bedroom slippers and went out into the living room. There he put a log on the fire and paced up and down, not unlike a tiger round its cage. He felt as if black bats were flying about his brain, each charged with a different portent of disaster. Once more, the unreality of the whole affair overwhelmed him.

Starting point is 12:36:47 How could he have been so fatuous as to believe that he had really won such a woman? He remembered his first impression that she was on a plane above, apart. They hadn't an interest in common, not even a memory that antedated their meeting a few short weeks ago. She had lived a life of which he knew nothing outside of European novels and memoirs. She had known nothing of any other world until he had introduced her to his friends. and he made no doubt that her interest in them was about as permanent as a highly original comedy on the state would inspire. There was nothing, literally, between them, but a mutual, irresistible attraction, and that bond recognised so unerringly by both.

Starting point is 12:37:36 That bond, would it hold? Had this man offered her something that would make love seem insignificant and trivial? she who had a surfeit of love long since, whose eyes had looked a thousand years old until he had given her mind back its youth, as the great Vienna biologist had rejuvenated her body. He was entirely indifferent to her old love affair with Hoenhauer. It was those years of political association

Starting point is 12:38:04 and mutual interdependence in Vienna that he feared. He had, when he first met her, appraised her as a woman to whom power was the breath of life. Ambition in the grand manner incarnate. She had all the appearance and the air of a woman to whom the wielding of power, however subtly, was an old story. He recalled that that terrifying suggestion

Starting point is 12:38:31 of concealed, ruthless forces behind those charming manners, those feminine wiles, had almost made him resolve to avoid her like the plague. And then he had fallen madly in love with her and forgotten everything but the woman. He had divined even before these last miraculous days that she had looked upon love with apporants for almost half as many years as he had lived,

Starting point is 12:38:56 an apporants rooted in a profound revulsion of body and mind and spirit. For nearly 20 years that revulsion had endured and eaten into the very depths of her being. He had a sudden blaze of enlightenment. She had frequently alluded to that long, of hers in the Dolomites and their sojourn there together but always in the terms of romance she had never given him a glance of understanding and she had put off the wedding until the last possible moment if she had really been as eager as himself she would have left her power of attorney

Starting point is 12:39:31 with Trent and started for Austria six weeks ago or the papers could have been sent to her to sign if her signature were imperative and in spite of the fact that that everybody had taken the engagement for granted, she had, with wholly insufficient reasons, as he saw now that he was removed from the influence of her plausible and dominating self, refused to announce it. Could it be that in the depths of her mind, unadmitted by her consciousness, she had never intended to marry him? Was that old revulsion paramount? Sixteen years, a long time, and nothing in life is more corroding than habit. Perhaps as long as they were down there in New York,

Starting point is 12:40:19 but not up here, that he would be willing to swear. There had been another revolution, involuntary perhaps, but the stronger for that, and every shackle that memory and habit can forge had dropped from her. She had been youth incarnate. The proof was in her joyful consent to marry him immediately and remain in the mountains, and then her complete surrender of the future into his hands.

Starting point is 12:40:48 She had during those three brief days loved him wholly, and without a shadow in her soul. But now, whatever had happened, she was not Mary Ogden tonight, hastening to New York, nor would she be when in her own house on the morrow. She might hate Howenhow, but his mere presence would have made the past live again. She must have known when she went down that mountain

Starting point is 12:41:14 That even with her strong will and powers of self-delusion Things could not be quite the same again Not even if she had returned with Dim Whitty Why in heaven's name had she been so mad as to go She could have sent Hoenhower a peremptory refusal to see him And then gone off on a camping trip That could have lasted until he gave up the game She must have been mad

Starting point is 12:41:39 mad and he did not believe for a moment that she had gone to Washington she had gone home to think think and if he followed Dinwiddie's advice and remained here she might think too long and if he followed and insisted upon seeing her the result might be more fatal still he knew nothing of those personalities she may have concealed from him for all he knew she might have depths in her nature as black as the bottomless pit. And God only knew what the man had said to her. Should he let her fight it out by herself?

Starting point is 12:42:18 What in heaven's name should he do? Whatever happened, this divine interval, like some exquisitely adjusted musical instrument, had been hopelessly jarred out of tune. He almost hoped she would not return. Let it remain a perfect memory. They could marry in New York return here when she was his wife, if he had not already lost her.

Starting point is 12:42:42 What in God's name was the thing for him to do? He'd go mad if he stayed here, and if he went he might regret it for the rest of his days. Why could not light be vouchsafed him? Gora. Fortunately he knew her room, for he had carried up her luggage. He ran lightly up the stairs and tapped on her door. A startled, sleepy voice answered, he opened the door and put in his head come downstairs at once gora he said peremptorily i must talk to you she came down in a moment clad in a scarlet kimono her hair hanging in thick braids

Starting point is 12:43:22 with her large round forehead exposed she looked not unlike a gnome but curiously young what on earth is the matter clavey she asked as she pushed her chair as close to the fire as possible It has something to do with this sudden trip of Mary's, I suppose. Mr. Dimm Whitty said she had been called to New York on important business, and the others accepted the explanation as a matter of course. But I'll confess, I wondered. Clavering, still too nervous to sit down, jerked out the whole story, emitting only the old love affair with the man who had exercised so strong an influence on Mary Zatiani's later life. You see, he concluded, there are two things.

Starting point is 12:44:05 Austria had taken the place in her affections that women of her age generally concentrate on human beings. It became almost a sacrament. And then, for nearly 20 years, she had hated everything in men but their minds. Sex was not only dead, but a detestable memory. After that rejuvencence, she had never cast a thought to loving any man again.

Starting point is 12:44:29 That mental habit, at least, was fixed. When I met her, she was a walking intellect. I thought I had changed all that. Up here, I had not a doubt left. But now, I don't know. Put that cold-blooded mind of yours on it and tell me what to do. Let me think a minute, Clavy. As he resumed his restless march,

Starting point is 12:44:52 Gora set her mind travelling out of the mountains and far to the south and tried to penetrate the brain of Mary Zatiani. She could not visualise her in the bed of a casual hotel or sitting in the chair of a parlour car, so she skipped the interval and saw her next day in that intimate room of hers upstairs, the room assuredly where she would think out her problem. Gora had studied Madame Zatiani

Starting point is 12:45:19 with all the avidity of the artists for a rare human theme, and she believed that she knew her as well as clavering did, if not better. She had also not failed to observe Prince Hohenhower's picture and had read the accompanying text with considerable interest, an interest augmented, not unnaturally, by his exceeding good looks. That same day she had met a Viennese at dinner, who had talked of him with enthusiasm and stated definitely that he was the one hope of Austria.

Starting point is 12:45:52 Gora Dwight was a very ambitious woman, and revelled in the authority that fame and success had brought her. She was also, as disillusioned in regard to men, as any unlawful, married woman could be, although quite aware that if she had lacked a gift to incite her emotions to her brain, she no doubt would even now be looking out for some man to fall in love with. But her pride was spared a succession of humiliating anti-climaxes, and she had learned, younger than most women, or even men, that power, after sex has ceased from troubling, is the dominant passion in human nature. And Madame Zatiani was 20 years older than herself,

Starting point is 12:46:32 and had drained the jewelled chalice to the dregs. And for many years more she had enjoyed power, reveled in it, looked forward, Gora made no doubt, to a greater and greater exercise of it. Power had become the master passion of her life. Like men in the same case, she had indulged herself during a period of enforced in action with an exciting love adventure. That she had fallen in love, romantically in love, with this young man, whom so many women loved, and who no doubt had given her the full benefit of all his pent-up ardors, Gora could imagine those love scenes. She had not questioned. In spite of Madame Zatiani's carefully composed tones when speaking of him, and her avoidance of so much as the exchange of a meaning glance with him in public.

Starting point is 12:47:25 Up here Mary had ceased to be a woman of the world. She had looked like a girl of 20, and that she was in love and recklessly happy in the fact was for all to see. That had been one of her most interesting divigations to the novelist, Gora Dwight, but a phase. Gora was not deluded. And this man, Howenhower, had brought her to her senses, no doubt of that either, to a mind both warmly imaginative

Starting point is 12:47:53 and coldly analytical. And what had he come up here for, except to ask her to marry him, to share his power? She dismissed the Washington inference with the contempt it deserved. Mr. Dinwiddie was a very experienced and astute, old gentleman,

Starting point is 12:48:11 but he always settled on the obvious like a hen on a porcelain egg. What a manifest destiny. What an ideal match. She sighed, almost envying her, but it would be almost as interesting to write about as to experience. After all, a novelist had things all her own way, and that was more than even the Datihanes could hope for. Then she remembered poor clavering,

Starting point is 12:48:37 and looked up at him with eyes that were wholly sympathetic. I don't think there's a doubt, she said, that Prince Hoenhauer came up here to ask her to marry him. You can see for yourself what such a match would mean for him, for aside from the Indian Indian people, but aside from the Indian disputable genius of hers, trained in later years by himself, she has great wealth and few scruples, and where he failed to remitour his purpose, she, with her superlative charm, and every feminine intuition sharpened by an uncommon experience of men and public life, would succeed. She may hate him, as Mr. Dimmody says, for the moment, but even if she continue to hate him, that would not prevent her from marrying him. If she believed he could help

Starting point is 12:49:26 her to power. If it had not been for you, I don't believe she would have hesitated a moment. Do you mean to say, you believe she'll throw me over? demanded clavering fiercely. I think you're in danger, and if I were you, I'd throw Mr. Dinwiddie's advice to the winds and take the morning train for New York. Don't you believe that she loves me? Oh, yes, as love goes. What do you mean by that? I mean that Madame Zatiani has long since reached the age when power means more than love, in a woman of that calibre.

Starting point is 12:50:02 But you, in turn, have tremendous power over her, sweep her off her feet again and make her marry you. You don't believe she's gone to Washington? I do not. If that was all he wanted of her, why didn't he telephone? I am sure he could be ambiguous enough to defeat the curiosity. of any listeners in. But a man of that sort does not ask a woman to marry him over the telephone.

Starting point is 12:50:28 But Dyn thinks, how long do you think you can stand in action? Not another hour, by God, I'm nearly mad as it is. I thought so. You're about the last man on earth equipped to play the waiting game. You don't think she means to return here? Never. She's too much of an artist for one thing. She might be willing to begin a new chapter,

Starting point is 12:50:50 But she knows that asterisks in the wrong place are fatal. This interruption has done for your ideal. I had thought the same thing, he sighed heavily. Oh, yes, clavy dear, you are an artist yourself. No matter what happens, never forget that it is your destiny to be a great one. Artist be damned. If, if, God, if I lose her, I'll never write another line. I don't doubt you think so.

Starting point is 12:51:19 but you're only just beginning to know yourself. You got a few glimpses, I should think, while you were writing that play. Don't mention that play to me. I hate it. If I hadn't let myself go with the damn thing, I'd have had my wits about me and would have married her offhand. I wonder, was she so very anxious to marry? He turned cold, fear flared up again.

Starting point is 12:51:43 What do you mean by that? Well, I don't know that I mean anything, except that like all women, she probably wanted to enjoy the thrilling hopes and fears and uncertainties of that never to be repeated prelude to the limit. Now, better wake up Larsing and order the car if you mean to catch the morning train. If you don't want to go back to bed, I'll sit up with you. You can sleep on the train. End of Chapter 57 Chapter 58 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 12:52:25 recording by Lynn Thompson Chapter 58 He left the next morning in a dense fog As Larsing rode him across the lake He could not see its surface Nor the wall of trees on the opposite bank And in a moment the camp was obliterated Only Gora and Larsing knew of his departure

Starting point is 12:52:45 Even Dimwidi was still asleep Larsing had made him a cup of coffee And Gora had packed his bag Moving like a mouse in his room She kissed him goodbye and patted him on the back. I'll go out myself in a day or two, she said. You may need me down there. The fog thinned gradually,

Starting point is 12:53:06 and the ford made its usual comfortless speed down the mountain. When they reached Huntersville, the valley was bathed in early morning sunlight, and Huntersville, asleep, shared the evanescent charm of the dawn. It was a beautiful and a peaceful scene and clavering, whose spirits had descended into utter gloom, while enrapped in that sinister fog, accepted it as a happier portent. And when he was so fortunate

Starting point is 12:53:32 as to find an empty drawing-room on the express, he went to bed and slept until the porter awoke him at Tarrytown. It was his first impulse to rush direct to Murray Hill, but he knew the folly of doing anything of the sort. He needed a bath and a shave and a fortifying dinner. He concluded that it would be unwise to telephone, and at nine o'clock he approached her house, reasonably calm and quite determined to have his own way. But the house was dark from cellar to roof. Every window was closed, although it was a warm night.

Starting point is 12:54:09 He sprang up the steps and rang the bell. He rang again, and then kept his finger on the button for nearly five minutes. He descended into the area, but the iron bars were new and immovable. Moreover, a policeman was sauntering opposite. He approached the man in a moment and asked him if he knew whether the house had been open earlier in the evening. Yes, the officer told him,

Starting point is 12:54:35 he had seen some of the servants go in about half an hour ago. Clavering walked away slowly. If Mary had gone to Washington, why had the servants not answered his ring? It was too early for them to be in bed. Then his spirits, which had descended to zero, rose jubilantly. Hoanhauer!

Starting point is 12:54:55 It was against him she was barricading herself. No doubt she would feel herself in a state of siege as long as the man remained in the country. He went to the nearest hotel and telephoned. He was prepared to be told after an interminable wait that there was no answer, but in a moment he heard the voice of the butler. Abeying a sudden impulse he disguised his own.

Starting point is 12:55:18 I should like to speak to Madame Zatiani. Madame has retired. He hung up. He had ascertained that she was at home, and his spiritual barometer ascended another notch. He'd see her tomorrow if he spent the day on her doorstep. He bought an evening paper, picked out a new play, and spent a very agreeable evening at the theatre. End of Chapter 58 Chapter 59 of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. recording by lynn thompson chapter fifty nine his nervous excitement returned next morning but he forced himself to eat a good breakfast and read his newspapers he was determined to show her that he was completely master of himself she should be able to draw no unfavourable comparisons with hohenhower whose composure had probably not been ruffled in forty years his comparative youth might be against him but after all a man of thirty-four was no infant

Starting point is 12:56:27 and in some respects he was as old as he would ever be. He knew the value of dignity and self-control, and whatever might come he would sacrifice neither. But he sighed heavily, whatever might come. But he refused to dwell on alternatives. It was ten o'clock when he presented himself at Madame Zatiani's door. As he had hoped, his ring was answered.

Starting point is 12:56:52 Hoenhower was not the man to call on a woman at ten in the morning. The footman permitted himself to stare and said deprecatingly, I am very sorry, Mr. Clavering, but Madame told me to admit no visitors. Did she? He entered and tossed his hat on a high Italian chair. Kindly tell her that I am in the library and shall remain there until she is ready to come down. The man hesitated, but after all, Clavering had had the run of the house, and it was possible that Madame believed him still to be in the mountains. at all events he knew determination when he saw it and marched reluctantly up the stairs clavering went into the library he was filled with an almost unbearable excitement but at least the man's assertion that she was at home to no one cemented his belief that she meant to see nothing further of hohenhower

Starting point is 12:57:47 he glanced round the beautiful mellow room so full of memories after all he had been happier here than he had ever been in his life until they had gone up to the woods the room's venignant atmosphere seemed to enfold him calmed his fears subdued that inner quiver surely she would surrender to its influence and to his whatever had happened he knew she had always liked him the better because he did not make love to her the moment they met but to-day he would take her by surprise give her no time to think but as mrs oglethorpe had once told him a clever man is no match for a still cleverer woman at the end of fifteen minutes the footman opened the door and announced madame is in the car sir and begs you will join her clavering repressed a violent start and an imprecation but there was nothing to do but follow the man fortunately he did not have what was known as an open countenance let her have her own way for the moment He could, and would, return with her. For the moment, he felt primitive enough to beat her. She was wearing a black dress with a long jade necklace and a large black hat, and as he ran down the steps he had time further to observe,

Starting point is 12:59:08 that she was even whiter than usual and had dark rings under her eyes. It is too beautiful a morning to remain indoors, she said, as she gave him her hand and he took the seat beside her. We will drive in the park, and then up the river for a bit. She was completely at her ease, and she was the Madame Zatiani of the night he had met her. But she did not elaborate the role, and asked him how he had left his friends at the camp, and if he had enjoyed his fishing trip. Enough of this, he interrupted, when he had mastered his excitement at being close to her once more.

Starting point is 12:59:46 After all, he had expected something of the sort. She was just the woman to fall back on her infernal technique. I know that you went down to Huntersville to meet Hoenhauer, and that the result of that interview was an abrupt flight from me, possibly from him. I want the truth. Her face had flushed, but as the colour ebbed, she looked almost waxen. I relied on din. Well, I guessed it, and he admitted the fact, and if he hadn't, I'd have come after you anyhow. Your note was enough to tell any man something was wrong. I shall not be put off, and I will have an answer to my questions. Do you love me no longer?

Starting point is 13:00:28 Oh, yes, she said softly. I love you. But when he tried to take her hand, she drew it away. Do you still intend to marry me? Won't you give me a few days more to think it over? No, I will not. And do you need them? Haven't you already made up your mind?

Starting point is 13:00:49 She sighed and looked at. out of the window. They were driving up Fifth Avenue and the bright street was full of colour and life. The buses and motors were filled with women on their way to the shops whose gay windows were the most enticing in the world. New York, in this, her river of delight, looked as if she had not a care in the world. Madame Zatiani did not speak again until they were in the park. I have promised to marry you, remember, and I do not likely go back on my word. But I had intended to ask if you would be willing to let me go alone to Vienna for six months and then join me. After I had lost you completely, I shall marry you here today or not at all.

Starting point is 13:01:33 I love you, but I'll not let you play with me. I'll go to Austria with you, and you may do as you choose when you get there. You'll belong to me, and I'll make the best of it. If I married you now, it would not be worth my while to return to Austria. You see, I'm at the same. You see, I'm I'd be an American. I'd no longer be, Gwifin Zatiani. I could accomplish nothing. It is the strangest thing in the world, but I never had thought of changing my name. Until Hoenhower reminded you, I suppose. Well, I could have told you that myself. I had counted on it, if you want to know the truth. Ah, then you counted on that too, two, to—

Starting point is 13:02:13 To have you all together, yes, and then he added hastily, but up there, you must believe this, I never gave it a thought after you promised to marry me at once. He doubted if she had listened to this protest, that there had been an hour when in the complete bearing of his soul. He had been above plotting and subterfuge. She was still looking out of the window. He saw her long, up-wood-curving nostril grow rigid. But she said quietly, and what do you think he would have done with me, Lee, after we were on the place? of common mortals once more. Transports do not last forever, you know,

Starting point is 13:02:53 and we are not heedless young things with no thought of the future. You have acknowledged there is no place for me here, and there will be no place for me in Europe if I married you. Do you wonder that I came away to think after Prince Hoenhauer, who, remember, knows me far better than you do,

Starting point is 13:03:11 pointed out the inexorable truth. What would you do with me, Lee? He stared out of the window in his turn at the tender greens of the park. He could hear the birds singing. Spring. The chill of winter was in the car, and it emanated from the woman beside him. I don't know, he said miserably. I only know that I love you and would take any chances.

Starting point is 13:03:39 But you see, although it is my misfortune to love you, I recognise that there is a long generation between us. I thought I had spanned it, but do you realize that we have literally nothing to give each other but love? That we are as unlike—oh yes, I realized all that the night you left, but I don't care. Cannot you trust me? There is that long generationally, and it is I who have lived it, not you, lived it and outlived the woman who began it. The gods in a sportive mood made us for each other, and then sent it. me into the world too soon. I must go on. It is not like me to go back, nor to remain be calmed.

Starting point is 13:04:24 Hoenhauer told me many cruel truths. Those women at my dinner might have enlightened me if I had not deliberately bandaged the eyes of my mind. I chose to forget them at once, but Hoenhauer, she shuddered. Well, although I was infuriated with him at the time, what he said was true, every word. I must go forward. I cannot, cannot go back. He appealed to your ambition, your love of power, I suppose. He showed me to myself for exactly what I am, she said emphatically. No appeal would have made the slightest impression on me if I had really and finally returned to my Mary Ogdenhood up there in the woods of my real youth. My God, what incredible folly, what powers of self-delusion. But we both have that memory. Let us be grateful. I at least shall hold it apart

Starting point is 13:05:20 from all memories as long as I live. Are you going to marry that man? That is so purely incidental that it is not worth talking about. I came away to think out my own problem. I love you and I believe that I shall always love you, but I don't see any way out. I have killed once and for all that fatal talent for self-delusion that I had thought was as dead as, well, as dead as my love for Moritz-Hohenhower, and nothing could be more dead than that. My brain feels like a crystal house illuminated by searchlights, strong enough to penetrate every corner, but not strong enough to blind. I could never, if I would, deceive myself again, nor make another mistake so far as human prescience will serve me. He looked at her hand. He looked at her hand.

Starting point is 13:06:12 her gloves were black suede and they made those hands look smaller but he had an idea that if he lifted one it would fall of its own rigid weight he made no comment and she said in a moment perhaps you may have an inspiration if there is any solution for us believe me when i say it would make me as happy as it could make you but her hands did not relax what is the solutionally he had buried his face in his hands there is none i suppose unless you have the courage to drive down to the city hall and marry me he lifted his head with a faint gleam of hope remember that you are young again you have many years to live you are a woman can you go through life without love far better than with it love is a very old story to me she said deliberately it could never be to me again the significant thing it is even to the woman of middle age much less to the young and now with a world falling to ruins in the most critical period of its history to imagine that love as any but a passing significance oh no my friend oh no let those women who have it in their power to re-people the earth which has lost so many millions of its sons cherish that delusion of the supreme importance of love but not i i have had my dream but it is over if we have met in vienna It would never have claimed me at all. In New York, one may be serious in the romantic manner

Starting point is 13:07:51 when one is temporarily free from care. But seriousness is of another and portentous quality over there. Why did you ask me to wait six months and then join you in Vienna? She turned her eyes on him with what he had once called her look of ancient wisdom. There was not an expiring flicker of youth in them, nor in the faint smile on her lips. He had thrown himself back in his corner and folded his arms. He had no desire to attract the attention of the passers-by,

Starting point is 13:08:24 but his face was as white as a dark man's can ever be, and his eyes were both stricken and bitter. To give you time to get over it, she said, to write another play, to settle down with your old life, and look back upon this episode as upon a dream, a wonderful dream, but difficult to recall as anything more substantial, So I inferred, and you have not the courage to marry me here, today?

Starting point is 13:08:54 No, that is the one thing for which I have no courage whatever. In three months I should hate you, and myself, I should not have even one memory in my life that I had no wish to banish. The sustaining memory of love undistroyed I may take back with me now. Courage, I could contemplate going back to certain death at the hands of assassin or in another revolution, to stand on the edge of the abyss, the last human being alive in Europe, and looked down upon her expiring throws before I went over the brink myself. But I have not the courage to marry you. Clavering picked up the tube and told the driver to stop. He closed the door and lifted his hat.

Starting point is 13:09:39 Goodbye, Madame Zatiani, he said, and as the driver was listening, he added, A pleasant journey. End of Chapter 59 End of Black Oxen by Gertrude Atherton

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