Noonedidforseveralmonths,buttheword`fete’alwaysproducedageneralsmile,andLaurie’sbirthdaygifttoAmywasatinycorallobsterintheshapeofacharmforherwatchguard。
  Chapter27CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
  FortunesuddenlysmileduponJo,anddroppedagoodluckpennyinherpath。Notagoldenpenny,exactly,butIdoubtifhalfamillionwouldhavegivenmorerealhappinessthendidthelittlesumthatcametoherinthiswise。
  Everyfewweeksshewouldshutherselfupinherroom,putonherscribblingsuit,and`fallintoavortex’,assheexpressedit,writingawayathernovelwithallherheartandsoul,fortillthatwasfinishedshecouldfindnopeace。Her`scribblingsuit’
  consistedofablackwoolenpinaforeonwhichshecouldwipeherpenatwill,andacapofthesamematerial,adornedwithacheerfulredbow,intowhichshebundledherhairwhenthedeckswereclearedforaction。Thiscapwasabeacontotheinquiringeyesofherfamily,whoduringtheseperiodskepttheirdistance,merelypoppingintheirheadssemi-occasionallytoask,withinterest,“Doesgeniusburn,Jo?“Theydidnotalwaysventureeventoaskthisquestion,buttookanobservationofthecap,andjudgedaccordingly。Ifthisexpressivearticleofdresswasdrawnlowupontheforehead,itwasasignthathardworkwasgoingon,inexcitingmomentsitwaspushedrakishlyaskew,andwhendespairseizedtheauthoritwaspluckedwhollyoff,andcastuponthefloor,andcastuponthefloor。Atsuchtimestheintrudersilentlywithdrew,andnotuntiltheredbowwasseengailyerectuponthegiftedbrow,didanyonedareaddressJo。
  Shedidnotthinkherselfageniusbyanymeans,butwhenthewritingfitcameon,shegaveherselfuptoitwithentireabandon,andledablissfullife,unconsciousofwant,care,orbadweather,whileshesatsafeandhappyinanimaginaryworld,fulloffriendsalmostasrealanddeartoherasanyintheflesh。Sleepforsookhereyes,mealsstooduntasted,dayandnightwerealltooshorttoenjoythehappinesswhichblessedheronlyatsuchtimes,andmadethesehoursworthliving,eveniftheyborenootherfruit。Thedevineafflatususuallylastedaweekortwo,andthensheemergedfromher`vortex’,hungry,sleepy,cross,ordespondent。
  ShewasjustrecoveringfromoneoftheseattackswhenshewasprevailedupontoescortMissCrockertoalecture,andinreturnforhervirtuewasrewardedwithanewidea。ItwasaPeople’sCourse,thelectureonthePyramids,andJoratherwonderedatthechoiceofsuchasubjectforsuchanaudience,buttookitforgrantedthatsomegreatsocialevilwouldberemediedorsomegreatwantsuppliedbyunfoldingthegloriesofthePharaohstoanaudiencewhosethoughtswerebusywiththepriceofcoalandflour,andwhoseliveswerespentintryingtosolveharderriddlesthanthatoftheSphinx。
  Theywereearly,andwhileMissCrockersettheheelofherstocking,Joamusedherselfbyexaminingthefacesofthepeoplewhooccupiedtheseatwiththem。Onherleftweretwomatrons,withmassiveforeheadsandbonnetstomatch,discussingWomen’sRightsandmakingtatting。Beyondsatapairofhumblelovers,artlesslyholdingeachotherbythehand,asomberspinstereatingpeppermintsoutofapaperbag,andanoldgentlemantakinghispreparatorynapbehindayellowbandanna。Onherright,heronlyneighborwasastudiouslookingladabsorbedinanewspaper。
  Itwasapictorialsheet,andJoexaminedtheworkofartnearesther,idlywonderingwhatfortuitousconcatenationofcircumstancesneededthemelodramaticillustrationofanIndianinfullwarcostume,tumblingoveraprecipicewithawolfathisthroat,whiletwoinfuriatedyounggentlemen,withunnaturallysmallfeetandbigeyes,werestabbingeachothercloseby,andadisheveledfemalewasflyingawayinthebackgroundwithhermouthwideopen。Pausingtoturnapage,theladsawherlookingand,withboyishgoodnatureofferedhalfhispaper,sayingbluntly,“wanttoreadit?That’safirst-ratestory。“
  Joaccepteditwithasmile,forshehadneveroutgrownherlikingforlads,andsoonfoundherselfinvolvedintheusuallabyrinthoflove,mystery,andmurder,forthestorybelongedtothatclassoflightliteratureinwhichthepassionshaveaholiday,andwhentheauthor’sinventionfails,agrandcatastropheclearsthestageofonehalfthedramatispersonae,leavingtheotherhalftoexultovertheirdownfall。
  “Prime,isn’tit?“askedtheboy,ashereyewentdownthelastparagraphofherportion。
  “IthinkyouandIcoulddoaswellasthatifwetried,“
  returnedJo,amusedathisadmirationofthetrash。
  “IshouldthinkIwasaprettyluckychapifIcould。Shemakesagoodlivingoutofsuchstories,theysay。“AndhepointedtothenameofMrs。S。L。A。N。G。Northbury,underthetitleofthetale。
  “Doyouknowher?“askedJo,withsuddeninterest。
  “No,butIreadallherpieces,andIknowafellowwhoworksintheofficewherethispaperisprinted。“
  “Doyousayshemakesagoodlivingoutofstorieslikethis?“
  AndJolookedmorerespectfullyattheagitatedgroupandthicklysprinkledexclamationpointsthatadornedthepage。
  “Guessshedoes!Sheknowsjustwhatfolkslike,andgetspaidwellforwritingit。“
  Herethelecturebegan,butJoheardverylittleofit,forwhileProfessorSandswasprosingawayaboutBelzoni,Cheops,scarabei,andhieroglyphics,shewascovertlytakingdowntheaddressofthepaper,andboldlyresolvingtotryforthehundred-dollarprizeofferedinitscolumnsforasensationalstory。Bythetimethelectureendedandtheaudienceawoke,shehadbuiltupasplendidfortuneforherselfnotthefirstfoundedonpaper,andwasalreadydeepintheconcoctionofherstory,beingunabletodecidewhethertheduelshouldcomebeforetheelopementorafterthemurder。
  shesaidnothingofherplanathome,butfelltoworknextday,muchtothedisquietofhermother,whoalwayslookedalittleanxiouswhen`geniustooktoburning’。Johadnevertriedthisstylebefore,contentingherselfwithverymildromancesforTHESPREADEAGLE。
  Herexperienceandmiscellaneousreadingwereofservicenow,fortheygavehersomeideaofdramaticeffect,andsuppliedplot,language,andcostumes。Herstorywasasfullofdesperationanddespairasherlimitedacquaintancewiththoseuncomfortableemotionsenabledhertomakeit,andhavinglocateditinLisbon,shewoundupwithanearthquake,asastrikingandappropriatedenouement。Themanuscriptwasprivatelydispatched,accompaniedbyanote,modestlysayingthatifthetaledidn’tgettheprize,whichthewriterhardlydaredexpect,shewouldbeverygladtoreceiveanysumitmightbeconsideredworth。
  Sixweeksisalongtimetowait,andastilllongertimeforagirltokeepasecret,butJodidboth,andwasjustbeginningtogiveupallhopeofeverseeinghermanuscriptagain,whenaletterarrivedwhichalmosttookherbreathaway,foronopeningit,acheckforahundreddollarsfellintoherlap。Foraminuteshestaredatitasifithadbeenasnake,thenshereadherletterandbegantocry。Iftheamiablegentlemanwhowrotethatkindlynotecouldhaveknownwhatintensehappinesshewasgivingafellowcreature,Ithinkhewoulddevotehisleisurehours,ifhehasany,tothatamusement,forJovaluedthelettermorethanthemoney,becauseitwasencouraging,andafteryearsofeffortitwassopleasanttofindthatshehadlearnedtodosomething,thoughitwasonlytowriteasensationstory。
  Aprouderyoungwomanwasseldomseenthanshe,when,havingcomposedherself,sheelectrifiedthefamilybyappearingbeforethemwiththeletterinonehand,thecheckintheother,announcingthatshehadwontheprize。Ofcoursetherewasagreatjubilee,andwhenthestorycameeveryonereadandpraisedit,thoughafterherfatherhadtoldherthatthelanguagewasgood,theromancefreshandhearty,andthetragedyquitethrilling,heshookhishead,andsaidinhisunworldlyway……
  “Youcandobetterthanthis,Jo。Aimatthehighest,andnevermindthemoney。“
  “Ithinkthemoneyisthebestpartofit。Whatwillyoudowithsuchafortune?“askedAmy,regardingthemagicslipofpaperwithareverentialeye。
  “SendBethandMothertotheseasideforamonthortwo,“answeredJopromptly。
  Totheseasidetheywent,aftermuchdiscussion,andthoughBethdidn’tcomehomeasplumpandrosyascouldbedesired,shewasmuchbetter,whileMrs。Marchdeclaredshefelttenyearsyounger。
  SoJowassatisfiedwiththeinvestmentofherprizemoney,andfelltoworkwithacheeryspirit,bentonearningmoreofthosedelightfulchecks。
  Shedidearnseveralthatyear,andbegantofeelherselfapowerinthehouse,forbythemagicofapen,her`rubbish’turnedintocomfortsforthemall。TheDuke’sDaughterpaidthebutcher’sbill,APhantomHandputdownanewcarpet,andtheCurseoftheCoventrysprovedtheblessingoftheMarchesinthewayofgroceriesandgowns。
  Wealthiscertainlyamostdesirablething,butpovertyhasitssunnyside,andoneofthesweetusesofadversityisthegenuinesatisfactionwhichcomesfromheartyworkofheadorhand,andtotheinspirationofnecessity,weowehalfthewise,beautiful,andusefulblessingsoftheworld。Joenjoyedatasteofthissatisfaction,andceasedtoenvyrichergirls,takinggreatcomfortintheknowledgethatshecouldsupplyherownwants,andneedasknooneforapenny。
  Littlenoticewastakenofherstories,buttheyfoundamarket,andencouragedbythisfact,sheresolvedtomakeaboldstrokeforfameandfortune。Havingcopiedhernovelforthefourthtime,readittoallherconfidentialfriends,andsubmitteditwithfearandtremblingtothreepublishers,sheatlastdisposedofit,onconditionthatshewouldcutitdownonethird,andomitallthepartswhichsheparticularlyadmired。
  “NowImusteitherbundleitbackintomytinkitchentomold,payforprintingitmyself,orchopituptosuitpurchasersandgetwhatIcanforit。Fameisaverygoodthingtohaveinthehouse,butcashismoreconvenient,soIwishtotakethesenseofthemeetingonthisimportantsubject,“saidJo,callingafamilycouncil。
  “Don’tspoilyourbook,mygirl,forthereismoreinitthanyouknow,andtheideaiswellworkedout。Letitwaitandripen,“
  washerfather’sadvice,andhepracticedwhathepreached,havingwaitedpatientlythirtyyearsforfruitofhisowntoripen,andbeinginnohastetogatheritevennowwhenitwassweetandmellow。
  “ItseemstomethatJowillprofitmorebytakingthetrialthanbywaiting,“saidMrs。March。“Criticismisthebesttestofsuchwork,foritwillshowherbothunsuspectedmeritsandfaults,andhelphertodobetternexttime。Wearetoopartial,butthepraiseandblameofoutsiderswillproveuseful,evenifshegetsbutlittlemoney。“
  “Yes,“saidJo,knittingherbrows,“that’sjustit。I’vebeenfussingoverthethingsolong,Ireallydon’tknowwhetherit’sgood,bad,orindifferent。Itwillbeagreathelptohavecool,impartialpersonstakealookatit,andtellmewhattheythinkofit。“
  “Iwouldn’tleaveawordoutofit。You’llspoilitifyoudo,fortheinterestofthestoryismoreinthemindsthanintheactionsofthepeople,anditwillbeallamuddleifyoudon’texplainasyougoon,“saidMeg,whofirmlybelievedthatthisbookwasthemostremarkablenoveleverwritten。
  “ButMr。Allensays,`Leaveouttheexplanations,makeitbriefanddramatic,andletthecharacterstellthestory’,“interruptedJo,turningtothepublisher’snote。
  “Doashetellsyou。Heknowswhatwillsale,andwedon’t。
  Makeagood,popularbook,andgetasmuchmoneyasyoucan。
  By-and-by,whenyou’vegotaname,youcanaffordtodigress,andhavephilosophicalandmetaphysicalpeopleinyournovels,“
  saidAmy,whotookastrictlypracticalviewofthesubject。
  “Well,“saidJo,laughing,“ifmypeopleare`philosophicalandmetaphysical’,itisn’tmyfault,forIknownothingaboutsuchthings,exceptwhatIhearfathersay;,sometimes。IfI’vegotsomeofhiswiseideasjumbledupwithmyromance,somuchthebetterforme。Now,Beth,whatdoyousay?“
  “Ishouldsoliketoseeitprintedsoon,“wasallBethsaid,andsmiledinsayingit。Buttherewasanunconsciousemphasisonthelastword,andawistfullookintheeyesthatneverlosttheirchildlikecandor,whichchilledJo’sheartforaminutewithaforbodingfear,anddecidedhertomakeherlittleventure`soon’。
  So,withSpartanfirmness,theyoungauthoresslaidherfirst-bornonhertable,andchoppeditupasruthlesslyasanyogre。Inthehopeofpleasingeveryone,shetookeveryone’sadvice,andliketheoldmanandhisdonkeyinthefablesuitednobody。
  Herfatherlikedthemetaphysicalstreakwhichhadunconsciouslygotintoit,sothatwasallowedtoremainthoughshehadherdoubtsaboutit。Hermotherthoughtthattherewasatrifletoomuchdescription。Out,thereforeitcame,andwithitmanynecessarylinksinthestory。Megadmiredthetragedy,soJopileduptheagonytosuither,whileAmyobjectedtothefun,and,withthebestintentionsinlife,Joquenchedthespritlysceneswhichrelievedthesombercharacterofthestory。Then,tocomplicatetheruin,shecutitdownonethird,andconfidinglysentthepoorlittleromance,likeapickedrobin,outintothebig,busyworldtotryitsfate。
  Well,itwasprinted,andshegotthreehundreddollarsforit,likewiseplentyofpraiseandblame,bothsomuchgreaterthansheexpectedthatshewasthrownintoastateofbewildermentfromwhichittookhersometimetorecover。
  “Yousaid,Mother,thatcriticismwouldhelpme。Buthowcanit,whenit’ssocontradictorythatIdon’tknowwhetherI’vewrittenapromisingbookorbrokenallthetencommandments?“criedpoorJo,turningoveraheapofnotices,theperusalofwhichfilledherwithprideandjoyoneminute,wrathanddismaythenext。“Thismansays,`Anexquisitebook,fulloftruth,beauty,andearnestness。
  Allissweet,pure,andhealthy。’“continuedtheperplexedauthoress。“Thenext,`Thetheoryofthebookisbad,fullofmorbidfancies,spiritualisticideas,andunnaturalcharacters。’
  Now,asIhadnotheoryofanykind,don’tbelieveinSpiritualism,andcopiedmycharactersfromlife,Idon’tseehowthiscriticcanberight。Anothersays,`It’soneofthebestAmericannovelswhichhasappearedforyears。’Iknowbetterthanthat,andthenextassertsthat`Thoughitisoriginal,andwrittenwithgreatforceandfeeling,itisadangerousbook。’’Tisn’t!Somemakefunofit,someoverpraise,andnearlyallinsistthatIhadadeeptheorytoexpound,whenIonlywroteitforthepleasureandthemoney。
  I