Balcony Stories eBook

Grace E. King
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THE BALCONY

There is much of life passed on the balcony in a country where the summer unrolls in six moon-lengths, and where the nights have to come with a double endowment of vastness and splendor to compensate for the tedious, sun-parched days.

And in that country the women love to sit and talk together of summer nights, on balconies, in their vague, loose, white garments,—­men are not balcony sitters,—­with their sleeping children within easy hearing, the stars breaking the cool darkness, or the moon making a show of light—­oh, such a discreet show of light!—­through the vines.  And the children inside, waking to go from one sleep into another, hear the low, soft mother-voices on the balcony, talking about this person and that, old times, old friends, old experiences; and it seems to them, hovering a moment in wakefulness, that there is no end of the world or time, or of the mother-knowledge; but, illimitable as it is, the mother-voices and the mother-love and protection fill it all,—­with their mother’s hand in theirs, children are not afraid even of God,—­and they drift into slumber again, their little dreams taking all kinds of pretty reflections from the great unknown horizon outside, as their fragile soap-bubbles take on reflections from the sun and clouds.

Experiences, reminiscences, episodes, picked up as only women know how to pick them up from other women’s lives,—­or other women’s destinies, as they prefer to call them,—­and told as only women know how to relate them; what God has done or is doing with some other woman whom they have known—­that is what interests women once embarked on their own lives,—­the embarkation takes place at marriage, or after the marriageable time,—­or, rather, that is what interests the women who sit of summer nights on balconies.  For in those long-moon countries life is open and accessible, and romances seem to be furnished real and gratis, in order to save, in a languor-breeding climate, the ennui of reading and writing books.  Each woman has a different way of picking up and relating her stories, as each one selects different pieces, and has a personal way of playing them on the piano.

Each story is different, or appears so to her; each has some unique and peculiar pathos in it.  And so she dramatizes and inflects it, trying to make the point visible to her apparent also to her hearers.  Sometimes the pathos and interest to the hearers lie only in this—­that the relater has observed it, and gathered it, and finds it worth telling.  For do we not gather what we have not, and is not our own lacking our one motive?  It may be so, for it often appears so.

And if a child inside be wakeful and precocious it is not dreams alone that take on reflections from the balcony outside:  through the half-open shutters the still, quiet eyes look across the dim forms on the balcony to the star-spangled or the moon-brightened heavens beyond; while memory makes stores for the future, and germs are sown, out of which the slow, clambering vine of thought issues, one day, to decorate or hide, as it may be, the structures or ruins of life.

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