Cinderella Jane

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...it all up to you. God doesn't have to do a thing, protested Jerry. God has to be, just as truth has to be. That is the most important thing, isn't it? Jane asked him. That's it, Jane. Art is only the expression of God and truth. It is only the big soul that lets them seep through and take form, without being eaten by the acid of personal failings. If you are bitter, or abnormal, or degenerate yourself, God and truth come through, marked second class. It puts a tremendous responsibility upon the artist, as Paxton says, but why should he shirk it? He is the priest of his gift, he must do some penance, Christiansen said. The summer morn was on its way before they went to their beds. Your friend Christiansen is a real person, Jane, Jerry said. Our friend, Jerry, was her answer. CHAPTER XIX ALONG, rainy Sunday inaugurated Christiansen's visit. A cold, damp fog blew in off the Sound, and an open fire proved a comfort. Jerry went off to paint, Bobs disappeared, and Jane found herself alone with Christiansen, in the first intimacy they had known for months. How goes the adventure? he asked. Merrily. You are glad you started on it? Oh, yes. You would be, he granted. Why would I be? You belong to the 'Friends of Fate, ' as some poet called them. Some of us struggle against Fate, some of us make it an ally. You would do that. But Fate, so far, has been my friend. Those long lonely years of work by yourself? But I needed them. I learned everything of value that I know, during those years. You see, I spoke truly, he smiled, nodding at her. You meet life that...