The Dreamer eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 366 pages of information about The Dreamer.

The Dreamer eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 366 pages of information about The Dreamer.

Through the dimly-lit streets, slippery with ice, and wind-swept, they made their way to the two rooms up two flights of stairs, where the Widow Clemm mended the fire with a few coals at a time and sewed by a single candle, as she waited for them—­the lion of the most distinguished circle in America and his beautiful wife!

Back from a world of dreams created by a company of dreamers to the reality of an empty larder and a low fuel pile and a dun from the landlord from whom they rented the two rooms.

“The Raven” had brought its author laurels in abundance, but only ten dollars in money.  Editors were clamoring for his work and he was supplying it as fast as one brain and one right hand could; and some of them were sending their little checks promptly in return and some were promising little checks some day; but The Broadway Journal had failed for lack of capital.  It was the old story.  He had no regular income and the irregularly appearing little checks only provided a from-hand-to-mouth sort of living for the three.

Yet they had their dreams.  Landlords might turn them out of house and home but they were powerless to deprive them of their dreams.

Mother Clemm’s one candle was burning low—­its light and that of the dying fire barely relieved the room from darkness and did not prevent the rays of the newly arisen full moon from coming through the lattice and pouring a heap of silver upon the bare floor.

“Look Muddie!  Look Sissy!” cried the poet.  “If we lived in a blaze of light, like your rich folk, we should have to go out of doors to see the moon.  Who says there are not compensations in this life?”

CHAPTER XXX.

But it was not always possible to take a hopeful view.  Continued poverty which oftentimes reached the degree of positive want, anxiety for Virginia’s health and inability to provide for her the remedies and comforts he felt might preserve her life, were enough to arouse Edgar Poe’s blue devils, and they did.

Why detail the harassments of the rest of that winter, during which The Dreamer led a strange double life—­a life in the public eye of distinction, prosperity, popularity, but in private, a hunted life—­a life of constant dread of the wrath of a too long indulgent landlord or grocer—­a flitting from one cheap lodgement to another.

One gleam of genuine sunshine brightened the dreary days.  The acquaintance with Frances Osgood begun at Miss Lynch’s salon soon ripened into close friendship.  She found her way up the two flights of stairs and Edgar and Virginia and the Mother received her with as ready courtesy and welcome as though the two rooms that looked on the sky had been a palace.  Her intimacy became so complete—­her understanding of, and sympathy with, the three who lived for each other only so perfect that it was almost as if she had been admitted to the Valley of the Many-Colored Grass.

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