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immortalize in melody, memory produced one with the most obliging readiness. This phantom wore many faces, but it always had golden hair, was enveloped in a diaphanous cloud, and floated airily before his mindā€™s eye in a pleasing chaos of roses, peacocks, white ponies, and blue ribbons. He did not give the complacent wraith any name, but he took her for his heroine, and grew quite fond of her, as well he might; for he gifted her with every gift and grace under the sun, and escorted her, unscathed, through trials which would have annihilated any mortal woman.

Thanks to this inspiration, he got on swimmingly for a time, but gradually the work lost its charm, and he forgot to compose, while he sat musing, pen in hand, or roamed about the gay city to get new ideas and refresh his mind, which seemed to be in a somewhat unsettled state that winter. He did not do much, but he thought a great deal and was conscious of a change of some sort going on in spite of himself. ā€œItā€™s genius simmering, perhaps. Iā€™ll let it simmer, and see what comes of it,ā€ he said, with a secret suspicion, all the while, that it wasnā€™t genius, but something far more common. Whatever it was, it simmered to some purpose, for he grew more and more discontented with his desultory life, began to long for some real and earnest work to go at, soul and body, and finally came to the wise conclusion that everyone who loved music was not a composer. Returning from one of Mozartā€™s grand operas, splendidly performed at the Royal Theatre, he looked over his own, played a few of the best parts, sat staring up at the busts of Mendelssohn, Beethoven, and Bach, who stared benignly back again; then suddenly he tore up his music-sheets, one by one, and, as the last fluttered out of his hand, he said soberly to himselfā ā€”ā€œShe is right! Talent isnā€™t genius, and you canā€™t make it so. That music has taken the vanity out of me as Rome took it out of her, and I wonā€™t be a humbug any longer. Now what shall I do?ā€

That seemed a hard question to answer, and Laurie began to wish he had to work for his daily bread. Now, if ever, occurred an eligible opportunity for ā€œgoing to the devil,ā€ as he once forcibly expressed it, for he had plenty of money and nothing to do, and Satan is proverbially fond of providing employment for full and idle hands. The poor fellow had temptations enough from without and from within, but he withstood them pretty well; for, much as he valued liberty, he valued good faith and confidence more, so his promise to his grandfather, and his desire to be able to look honestly into the eyes of the women who loved him, and say ā€œAllā€™s well,ā€ kept him safe and steady.

Very likely some Mrs. Grundy will observe, ā€œI donā€™t believe it; boys will be boys, young men must sow their wild oats, and women must not expect miracles.ā€ I dare say you donā€™t, Mrs. Grundy, but itā€™s true nevertheless. Women work a good many miracles, and I have a persuasion that they may perform even that of raising the standard of manhood by refusing to echo such sayings. Let the boys be boys, the longer the better, and let the young men sow their wild oats if they must; but mothers, sisters, and friends may help to make the crop a small one, and keep many tares from spoiling the harvest, by believing, and showing that they believe, in the possibility of loyalty to the virtues which make men manliest in good womenā€™s eyes. If it is a feminine delusion, leave us to enjoy it while we may, for without it half the beauty and the romance of life is lost, and sorrowful forebodings would embitter all our hopes of the brave, tenderhearted little lads, who still love their mothers better than themselves, and are not ashamed to own it.

Laurie thought that the task of forgetting his love for Jo would absorb all his powers for years; but, to his great surprise, he discovered it grew easier every day. He refused to believe it at first, got angry with himself, and couldnā€™t understand it; but these hearts of ours are curious and contrary things, and time and nature work their will in spite of us. Laurieā€™s heart wouldnā€™t ache; the wound persisted in healing with a rapidity that astonished him, and, instead of trying to forget, he found himself trying to remember. He had not foreseen this turn of affairs, and was not prepared for it. He was disgusted with himself, surprised at his own fickleness, and full of a queer mixture of disappointment and relief that he could recover from such a tremendous blow so soon. He carefully stirred up the embers of his lost love, but they refused to burst into a blaze: there was only a comfortable glow that warmed and did him good without putting him into a fever, and he was reluctantly obliged to confess that the boyish passion was slowly subsiding into a more tranquil sentiment, very tender, a little sad and resentful still, but that was sure to pass away in time, leaving a brotherly affection which would last unbroken to the end.

As the word ā€œbrotherlyā€ passed through his mind in one of these reveries, he smiled, and glanced up at the picture of Mozart that was before him:ā ā€”

ā€œWell, he was a great man; and when he couldnā€™t have one sister he took the other, and was happy.ā€

Laurie did not utter the words, but he thought them; and the next instant kissed the little old ring, saying to himselfā ā€”

ā€œNo, I wonā€™t! I havenā€™t forgotten, I never can. Iā€™ll try again, and if that fails, why, thenā ā€”ā€

Leaving his sentence unfinished, he seized pen and paper and wrote to Jo, telling her that he could not settle to anything while

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