Told in a French Garden
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Title: Told in a French Garden August, 1914
Author: Mildred Aldrich
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Language: English
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TOLD IN A FRENCH GARDEN
AUGUST, 1914
BY Mildred Aldrich
Author of "A Hilltop on the Marne"
BOSTON SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY 1916
Copyright, 1916 BY MILDRED ALDRICH
TO
F. E. C.
a prince of comrades and a royal friend, whose quaint humor gladdened
the days of my early struggle, and whose unfailing faith inspired me in
later days to turn a smiling face to Fate
CONTENTS
CHAPTER INTRODUCTION
How We Came into the Garden
I THE YOUNGSTER'S STORY It Happened at Midnight--The Tale of
a Bride's New Home
II THE TRAINED NURSE'S STORY The Son of Josephine--The Tale
of a Foundling
III THE CRITIC'S STORY 'Twas in the Indian Summer--The Tale of
an Actress
IV THE DOCTOR'S STORY As One Dreams--The Tale of an
Adolescent
V THE SCULPTOR'S STORY Unto This End--The Tale of a Virgin
VI THE DIVORCÉE'S STORY One Woman's Philosophy--The Tale
of a Modern Wife
VII THE LAWYER'S STORY The Night Before the Wedding--The
Tale of a Bride-Elect
VIII THE JOURNALIST'S STORY In a Railway Station--The Tale of
a Dancer
IX THE VIOLINIST'S STORY The Soul of the Song--The Tale of a
Fiancée
X EPILOGUE Adieu--How We Went Out of the Garden
TOLD IN A FRENCH GARDEN
INTRODUCTION
HOW WE CAME INTO THE GARDEN
It was by a strange irony of Fate that we found ourselves reunited for a
summer's outing, in a French garden, in July, 1914.
With the exception of the Youngster, we had hardly met since the days
of our youth.
We were a party of unattached people, six men, two women, your
humble servant, and the Youngster, who was an outsider.
With the exception of the latter, we had all gone to school or college or
dancing class together, and kept up a sort of superficial acquaintance
ever since--that sort of relation in which people know something of one
another's opinions and absolutely nothing of one another's real lives.
There was the Doctor, who had studied long in Germany, and become
an authority on mental diseases, developed a distaste for therapeutics,
and a passion for research and the laboratory. There was the Lawyer,
who knew international law as he knew his Greek alphabet, and hated a
court room. There was the Violinist, who was known the world over in
musical sets,--everywhere, except in the concert room. There was the
Journalist, who had travelled into almost as many queer places as
Richard Burton, seen more wars, and followed more callings. There
was the Sculptor, the fame of whose greater father had almost
paralyzed a pair of good modeller's hands. There was the Critic, whose
friends believed that in him the world had lost a great romancer, but
whom a combination of hunger and laziness, and a proneness to think
that nothing not genius was worth while, had condemned to be a mere
breadwinner, but a breadwinner who squeezed a lot out of life, and who
fervently believed that in his next incarnation he would really be "it."
Then there was "Me," and of the other two women--one was a Trained
Nurse, and the other a Divorcée, and--well, none of us really knew just
what she had become, but we knew that she was very rich, and very
handsome, and had a leaning toward some sort of new religion. As for
the Youngster--he was the son of an old chum of the Doctor--his ward,
in fact--and his hobby was flying.
Our reunion, after so many years, was a rather pretty story.
In the summer of 1913, the Doctor and the Divorcée, who had lost sight
of one another for twenty years, met by chance in Paris. Her
ex-husband had been a college friend of the Doctor. They saw a great
deal of one another in the lazy way that people who really love France,
and are done sightseeing, can do.
One day it occurred to them to take a day's trip into the country, as
unattached people now and then can do. They might have gone out in a
car--but they chose the railroad, with a walk at the end--on the principle
that no one can know
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