Athalie
skies, green trees, sunshine, an
ss-a tree in pink bloom; morning-glories covering a rotting board fen
er mother-a still, white-shawled figure
membered them-a wide white tent under which
h children, hosts of them in a kaleidoscopic whirl
at they were her brother and two sisters-very much grown up and desirable to play with. But at seven she began to be su
etween herself and the other children. For a year or two it did not troub
ber. Once, very early in her career, her mother who had been sewing under the peach tree, dr
ecause there had been a little boy sitting beside her all the while she w
to her, or even whether she herself had conversed with the
isters began to suspect her of bei
mmunicative by nature, she was frank with them, confident and undisturbed, until their child-like and imp
f or to jeers seemed to her ordinary, unremarkable, and
e seemed to perceive things which nobody else noticed never disturbed her even when she became aware that other people w
thalie to be on her guard. She learned that embarrassed reserve wh
ns of being different, pretended that what her sisters accu
elf. Yet, always, there seemed to be something between
ation of the boys, of something about herself t
yed, and ready for anything that required enterprise and activity of mind or body. Her ragged skirts were still short at eleven-short enough not to impede her. And she led
e lawlessness born of sheer exuberance and superb health-some malicious tresp
l Greensleeve had fallen off and in reality the children had very little. But children at that age who l
cept when their mother did her best to stimula
en taught her in the little New Jersey school her father had kept. And her education ceased when she married Greensleeve, the ex-"
g in; and when Greensleeve also failed as a farmer, they opened
ely surmising the mind-hunger of youth, and its vigorous needs, did her limited best to satisfy it in her children. And that is really
tween long, sunlit hours of healthy, youthful madness-quiet moments when she came in flushed and panting from the headlong chase afte
d her quick ears or eyes, no natural phenomena of the open; life, birth, movement, growth, the flow, and ebb of tides, th
?" she al
at jumped at sunset, the quick furry shapes of mink and muskrat, the ratt
n farm-yard and barn-yard, fledgelings crying from a robin's nest of
the idle breezes stirred under the high sky,-and once a dead dog, battered, filthy and
an silences and furtive leering. And their half-heard words, half-understood phrases,-a gesture, a look that sil
who had brought Athalie into the world stopped in once or twice a w
the salt-hay stacks to the chestnut ridge, and she had come in after sunset to find her mother sewing in her own bedroom, h
n and presently returned to her mother's room c
, full in the lamplight she sat her down and
nough for her. And she passed examinations without effort un
stairs with the empty dishes, and came slowly back again,-a slender, supple figure with tangled hair curling below her s
d and mended," said her mother,
d absently. After a moment she
he remarked, dropping cross
ge boys," said he
t. But w
considere
hy
mon and vulgar practice except in
ed Athalie; "I soake
was
told him if he ever tried to get fresh
es
or old Mr. Manners
and to impress it upon them their mother had invented a story about a poor old man named Manner
lly inculcated, until the habit was formed. And now Athalie was the
d the child. "I never though
after this. You are old enough to understand
e babies come from. You said you would tell me
e, then, passing the needle through th
ed any opinion
d the chil
er mother tranquilly, "because the truth is
all that need be told concerning the mystery of lif
ealise that in her, too, lay latent a
er mother she remem
l discovered her mother lying on the bed. That evening the child was sitting on the floor at her mother
her head and sat looking at it, mildly interested, until, suddenly, she
ng at?" asked her mo
ing,
hal
t, m
e you loo
er: "Don't lie, Athalie. I'll try to understand you. Now tell me what y
glanced back at the d
ing there-now,
ere any
e laid her clasped hands across her mot
woman there
he
by the
w her,
, ma
r and come in and the
N
d she c
ow. She-jus
a young
, o
ry
was grey in her
s she d
mamma. There were spot
ver seen h
hink
was
. Al
e of the colour faded from her cheeks. There was a Mrs. Allen who had
en who lives on the old All
, ma
Greensleeve again spoke to her daughter on the one subject about which Athalie was incl
bed propped up upon the pillows. Athalie, cross-legged on a hassock beside her, was do
you possess a power-which
d deeply and she bent c
you to me, a baby just born.... I d
ng steadily,
"you are, in some degree,
ha
b voir, to see; clair-voyant, seeing clearly. That is all, Athalie.... Nothing to be ashamed
aid to talk about
is there to
. I see you sometimes looking at things I cannot see; I know sometimes you hear sounds which I cannot hear.... Things happen which perplex the rest
ver seen anything that did n
Allen had died when yo
d see
you know sh
til I s
u know
es
ow
w I knew it. I s
now she ha
mam
you-make you uneasy when y
said Athali
en you knew
d it? Why shou
her was
ere anything to be afraid of with God a
N
ittle afraid of me and of what they say I can hear and see? I have good eyesight; I see clearly
, d
ny questions. What is there to be surprised at if sometimes I see things inside m
nodded, enc
king to some men in a hotel there, why should it be surprising j
e they cannot see what is beyond t
corners. It makes me very cross and unhappy, and I don't want anybody t
. What they do not understand they ridicule. A dog that would
am
, de
cats, too, see many things that I do
you th
dozing on your bed, and I was down here on the floor, sewing,
hal
ew perfectly well tha
as it y
n. He walked ove
d t
n't know where they go. Th
was
n't k
e look
to be thinking of s
he sm
little boy. He was kneeling down beside the bed. And Mr. Ledlie's dog was lying h
ut you didn't tell
never like to speak ab
before seen th
mam
live-do y
They all
alive when you saw h
but that was a little different. Not very di
e call dead? Are
hey are not dead.... Nothing se
do you be
nce,-just across the causeway bridge.... And the dog came into the
Be careful to contr
"I must be careful to control it. I c
d to imagine some of the thi
come. I haven't anything to do with it. I don't know these people, and I am no
en Athalie had seen him, that mild and utterly unimaginative man w
fering, when he came gaily trotting into the garden, waving his tail quite happily. There was no dust or blood on
n came in to say good night to their mother she received them with an unusual
night,
t, little
rew her into a sudden and
u sure that noth
ad' birds,-why, the evening sky is full of them-the little '
ea
, ma
me-that way-wi
es
se, da
ss you, too-if i
it be p
know," she said slowly. Then, all in a moment her childis
enderly, smilingly, kissing t
n had gone to school Mrs. Greensle