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THE AMAZING INTERLUDE
THE AMAZING
INTERLUDE
by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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THE AMAZING INTERLUDE
CHAPTER I
The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for
most of us but one setting。 It is furnished out with approximately the same
things。 Characters come； move about and make their final exits through
long…familiar doors。 And the back drop remains approximately the same
from beginning to end。 Palace or hovel； forest or sea； it is the background
for the moving figures of the play。
So Sara Lee Kennedy had a back drop that had every appearance of
permanency。 The great Scene Painter apparently intended that there should
be no change of set for her。 Sara Lee herself certainly expected none。
But now and then amazing things are done on this great stage of ours：
lights go down； the back drop； which had given the illusion of solidity；
reveals itself transparent。 A sort of fairyland transformation takes place。
Beyond the once solid wall strange figures move on … a new mise en scene；
with the old blotted out in darkness。 The lady； whom we left knitting by
the fire； becomes a fairy … Sara Lee became a fairy； of a sort … and meets
the prince。 Adventure； too； and love； of course。 And then the lights go out；
and it is the same old back drop again； and the lady is back by the fire …
but with a memory。
This is the story of Sara Lee Kennedy's memory … and of something
more。
The early days of the great war saw Sara Lee playing her part in the
setting of a city in Pennsylvania。 An ugly city； but a wealthy one。 It is only
fair to Sara Lee to say that she shared in neither quality。 She was far from
ugly； and very； very far from rich。 She had started her part with a full stage；
to carry on the figure； but one by one they had gone away into the wings
and had not come back。 At nineteen she was alone knitting by the fire；
with no idea whatever that the back drop was of painted net； and that
beyond it； waiting for its moment； was the forest of adventure。 A strange
forest； too … one that Sara Lee would not have recognised as a forest。 And
a prince of course … but a prince as strange and mysterious as the forest。
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The end of December； 1914； found Sara Lee quite contented。 If it was
resignation rather than content； no one but Sara Lee knew the difference。
Knitting； too； but not for soldiers。 She was； to be candid； knitting an
afghan against an interesting event which involved a friend of hers。
Sara Lee rather deplored the event … in her own mind； of course； for in
her small circle young unmarried women accepted the major events of life
without question； and certainly without conversation。 She never； for
instance； allowed her Uncle James； with whom she lived； to see her
working at the afghan； and even her Aunt Harriet had supposed it to be a
sweater until it assumed uncompromising proportions。
Sara Lee's days； up to the twentieth of December； 1914； had been
much alike。 In the mornings she straightened up her room； which she had
copied from one in a woman's magazine； with the result that it gave
somehow the impression of a baby's bassinet； being largely dotted Swiss
and ribbon。 Yet in a way it was a perfect setting for Sara Lee herself。 It
was fresh and virginal； and very； very neat and white。 A resigned little
room； like Sara Lee； resigned to being tucked away in a corner and to
having no particular outlook。 Peaceful； too。
Sometimes in the morning between straightening her room and going
to the market for Aunt Harriet； Sara Lee looked at a newspaper。 So she
knew there was a war。 She read the headings； and when the matter came
up for mention at the little afternoon bridge club； as it did now and then
after the prizes were distributed； she always said 〃Isn't it horrible！〃 and
changed the subject。
On the night of the nineteenth of December Sara Lee had read her
chapter in the Bible … she read it through once each year … and had braided
down her hair； which was as smooth and shining and lovely as Sara Lee
herself； and had raised her window for the night when Aunt Harriet came
in。 Sara Lee did not know； at first； that she had a visitor。 She stood looking
out toward the east； until Aunt Harriet touched her on the arm。
〃What in the world！〃 said Aunt Harriet。 〃A body would suppose it was
August。〃
〃I was just thinking；〃 said Sara Lee。
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〃You'd better do your thinking in bed。 Jump in and I'll put out your
light。〃
So Sara Lee got into her white bed with the dotted Swiss valance； and
drew the covers to her chin； and looked a scant sixteen。 Aunt Harriet； who
was an unsentimental woman； childless and diffident； found her suddenly
very appealing there in her smooth bed； and did an unexpected thing。 She
kissed her。 Then feeling extremely uncomfortable she put out the light and
went to the door。 There she paused。
〃Thinking！〃 she said。 〃What about； Sara Lee？〃
Perhaps it was because the light was out that Sara Lee became
articulate。 Perhaps it was because things that had been forming in her
young mind for weeks had at last crystallized into words。 Perhaps it was
because of a picture she had happened on that day； of a boy lying wounded
somewhere on a battlefield and calling 〃Mother！〃
〃About … over there；〃 she said rather hesitatingly。 〃And about Anna。〃
〃Over there？〃
〃The war；〃 said Sara Lee。 〃I was just thinking about all those women
over there … like Anna； you know。 They … they had babies； and got
everything ready for them。 And then the babies grew up； and they're all
getting killed。〃
〃It's horrible；〃 said Aunt Harriet。 〃Do you want another blanket？ It's
cold to…night。〃
Sara Lee did not wish another blanket。
〃I'm a little worried about your Uncle James；〃 said Aunt Harriet； at the
door。 〃He's got indigestion。 I think I'll make him a mustard plaster。〃
She prepared to go out then； but Sara Lee spoke from her white bed。
〃Aunt Harriet；〃 she said； 〃I don't think I'll ever get married。〃
〃I said that too； once；〃 said Aunt Harriet complacently。 〃What's got
into your head now？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Sara Lee replied vaguely。 〃I Just … What's the use？〃
Aunt Harriet was conscious of a hazy impression of indelicacy。
Coming from Sara Lee it was startling and revolutionary。 In Aunt Harriet's
world young women did not question their duty； which was to marry；
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preferably some one in the neighborhood； and bear children； who would
be wheeled ahout that same neighborhood in perambulators and who
would ultimately grow up and look after themselves。
〃The use？〃 she asked tartly。
〃Of having babies； and getting to care about them； and then … There
will always be wars； won't there？〃
〃You turn over and go to sleep；〃 counseled Aunt Harriet。 〃And stop
looking twenty years or more ahead。〃 She hesitated。 〃You haven't
quarreled with Harvey； have you？〃
Sara Lee turned over obediently。
〃No。 It's not that；〃 she said。 And the door closed。
Perhaps； had she ever had time during the crowded months that
followed； Sara Lee would have dated certain things from that cold frosty
night in December when she began to question things。 For after all that
was what it came to。 She did not revolt。 She questioned。
She lay in her white bed and looked at things for the first time。 The sky
had seemed low that night。 Things were nearer。 The horizon was close。
And beyond that peaceful horizon； to the east； something was going on
that could not be ignored。 Men were dying。 Killing and dying。 Men who
had been waited for as Anna watched for her child。
Downstairs she could hear Aunt Harriet moving about。 The street was
quiet； until a crowd of young people … she knew them by their voices …
went by； laughing。
〃It's horrible；〃 said Sara Lee to herself。 There was a change in her； but
she was still inarticulate。 Somewhere in her mind； but not formulated； was
the feeling that she was too comfortable。 Her peace was a cheap peace；
bought at no price。 Her last waking determination was to finish the afghan
quickly and to to knit for the men at the war。
Uncle James was ill the next morning。 Sara Lee went for the doctor；
but Anna's hour had come and he was with her。 Late in the afternoon he
came； however looking a bit gray round the mouth with fatigue； but
triumphant。 He had on these occasions always a sense of victory； even； in
a way； a eeling of being part of a great purpose。 He talked at such times of
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the race； as one may who is doing his best by it。
〃Well；〃 he said when Sara Lee opened the door； 〃it's a boy。 Eight
pounds。 Going to be red…headed； too。〃 He chuckled。
〃A boy！〃 said Sara Lee。 〃I … don't you bring any girl babies any more？〃
The doctor put down his hat and glanced at her。
〃Wanted a girl； to be named for you？〃
〃No。 It's not that。 It's only …〃 She checked herself。 He wouldn't
understand。 The race required girl babies。 〃I've put a blue bow on my
afghan。 Pink is for boys；〃 she said； and led the way upstairs。
Very simple and orderly was the small house； as simple and orderly as
Sara Lee's days in it。 Time was to come when Sara Lee； having left it；
ached for it with every fiber of her body and her soul … for its bright
curtains and fresh paint； its regularity； its shining brasses and growing
plants； its very kitchen pans and green…and…white oilcloth。 She was to ache；
too； for her friends
