FRIENDS OF CHILDHOOD
twenty splendid years; to do all we can and enjoy all we can."
Dr. Archie met his little friend's searching gaze, the look of acute inquiry which always touched him.
"But poor fellows like that tramp—" she hesitated and wrinkled her forehead.
The doctor leaned forward and put his hand protectingly over hers, which lay clenched on the green felt desk top. "Ugly accidents happen, Thea; always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don't leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don't affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count." He saw tears on her cheeks, and he remembered that he had never seen her cry before, not even when she crushed her finger when she was little. He rose and walked to the window, came back and sat down on the edge of his chair.
"Forget the tramp, Thea. This is a great big world, and I want you to get about and see it all. You 're going to Chicago some day, and do something with that fine voice of yours. You 're going to be a number one musician and make us proud of you. Take Mary Anderson, now; even the tramps are proud of her. There is n't a tramp along the Q system who has n't heard of her. We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on a cigar-box lid."
They had a long talk. Thea felt that Dr. Archie had never let himself out to her so much before. It was the most grown-up conversation she had ever had with him. She left his office happy, flattered and stimulated. She ran for a long while about the white, moonlit streets, looking up at the stars and the bluish night, at the quiet houses sunk in black shade, the glittering sand hills. She loved the familiar trees, and the people in those little houses, and she loved the unknown world beyond Denver. She felt as if she were being pulled in two, between the desire to go
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