Chapter 3 26The fame she never did quite accept; for it takes very little fire to make a great deal of smoke nowadays, andnotoriety is not real glory. The fortune she could not doubt, and gratefully received; though it was not half solarge a one as a generous world reported it to be. The tide having turned continued to rise, and floated thefamily comfortably into a snug harbour where the older members could rest secure from storms, and whencethe younger ones could launch their boats for the voyage of life.All manner of happiness, peace, and plenty came in those years to bless the patient waiters, hopeful workers,and devout believers in the wisdom and justice of Him who sends disappointment, poverty, and sorrow to trythe love of human hearts and make success the sweeter when it comes. The world saw the prosperity, and kindsouls rejoiced over the improved fortunes of the family; but the success Jo valued most, the happiness thatnothing could change or take away, few knew much about.It was the power of making her mother's last years happy and serene; to see the burden of care laid down forever, the weary hands at rest, the dear face untroubled by any anxiety, and the tender heart free to pour itselfout in the wise charity which was its delight. As a girl, <strong>Jo's</strong> favourite plan had been a room where Marmeecould sit in peace and enjoy herself after her hard, heroic life. Now the dream had become a happy fact, andMarmee sat in her pleasant chamber with every comfort and luxury about her, loving daughters to wait on heras infirmities increased, a faithful mate to lean upon, and grand-children to <strong>br</strong>ighten the twilight of life withtheir dutiful affection. A very precious time to all, for she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes oftheir children. She had lived to reap the harvest she sowed; had seen prayers answered, hopes blossom, goodgifts bear fruit, peace and prosperity bless the home she had made; and then, like some <strong>br</strong>ave, patient angel,whose work was done, turned her face heavenward, glad to rest.This was the sweet and sacred side of the change; but it had its droll and thorny one, as all things have in thiscurious world of ours. After the first surprise, incr<strong>edu</strong>lity, and joy, which came to Jo, with the ingratitude ofhuman nature, she soon tired of renown, and began to resent her loss of liberty. For suddenly the admiringpublic took possession of her and all her affairs, past, present, and to come. Strangers demanded to look at her,question, advise, warn, congratulate, and drive her out of her wits by well-meant but very wearisomeattentions. If she declined to open her heart to them, they reproached her; if she refused to endow her petcharities, relieve private wants, or sympathize with every ill and trial known to humanity, she was calledhard-hearted, selfish, and haughty; if she found it impossible to answer the piles of letters sent her, she wasneglectful of her duty to the admiring public; and if she preferred the privacy of home to the pedestal uponwhich she was requested to pose, 'the airs of literary people' were freely criticized.She did her best for the children, they being the public for whom she wrote, and laboured stoutly to supply thedemand always in the mouths of voracious youth--'More stories; more right away!' Her family objected to thisdevotion at their expense, and her health suffered; but for a time she gratefully offered herself up on the altarof juvenile literature, feeling that she owed a good deal to the little friends in whose sight she had foundfavour after twenty years of effort.But a time came when her patience gave out; and wearying of being a lion, she became a bear in nature as inname, and returning to her den, growled awfully when ordered out. Her family enjoyed the fun, and had smallsympathy with her trials, but Jo came to consider it the worse scrape of her life; for liberty had always beenher dearest possession, and it seemed to be fast going from her. Living in a lantern soon loses its charm, andshe was too old, too tired, and too busy to like it. She felt that she had done all that could reasonably berequired of her when autographs, photographs, and autobiographical sketches had been sown <strong>br</strong>oadcast overthe land; when artists had taken her home in all its aspects, and reporters had taken her in the grim one shealways assumed on these trying occasions; when a series of enthusiastic boarding-schools had ravaged hergrounds for trophies, and a steady stream of amiable pilgrims had worn her doorsteps with their respectfulfeet; when servants left after a week's trial of the bell that rang all day; when her husband was forced to guardher at meals, and the boys to cover her retreat out of back windows on certain occasions when enterprisingguests walked in unannounced at unfortunate moments.
Chapter 3 27A sketch of one day may perhaps explain the state of things, offer some excuse for the unhappy woman, andgive a hint to the autograph-fiend now rampant in the land; for it is a true tale.'There ought to be a law to protect unfortunate authors,' said Mrs Jo one morning soon after Emil's arrival,when the mail <strong>br</strong>ought her an unusually large and varied assortment of letters. 'To me it is a more vital subjectthan international copyright; for time is money, peace is health, and I lose both with no return but less respectfor my fellow creatures and a wild desire to fly into the wilderness, since I cannot shut my doors even in freeAmerica.''Lion-hunters are awful when in search of their prey. If they could change places for a while it would do themgood; and they'd see what bores they were when they "do themselves the honour of calling to express theiradmiration of our charming work",' quoted Ted, with a bow to his parent, now frowning over twelve requestsfor autographs.'I have made up my mind on one point,' said Mrs Jo with great firmness. 'I will not answer this kind of letter.I've sent at least six to this boy, and he probably sells them. This girl writes from a seminary, and if I send herone all the other girls will at once write for more. All begin by saying they know they intrude, and that I am ofcourse annoyed by these requests; but they venture to ask because I like boys, or they like the books, or it isonly one. Emerson and Whittier put these things in the wastepaper-basket; and though only a literarynursery-maid who provides moral pap for the young, I will follow their illustrious example; for I shall have notime to eat or sleep if I try to satisfy these dear unreasonable children'; and Mrs Jo swept away the entire batchwith a sigh of relief.'I'll open the others and let you eat your <strong>br</strong>eakfast in peace, liebe Mutter,' said Rob, who often acted as hersecretary. 'Here's one from the South'; and <strong>br</strong>eaking an imposing seal, he read:'MADAM, As it has pleased Heaven to bless your efforts with a large fortune, I feel no hesitation in askingyou to supply funds to purchase a new communion-service for our church. To whatever denomination youbelong, you will of course respond with liberality to such a request,'Respectfully yours,'MRS X.Y. ZAVIER''Send a civil refusal, dear. All I have to give must go to feed and clothe the poor at my gates. That is mythank-offering for success. Go on,' answered his mother, with a grateful glance about her happy home.'A literary youth of eighteen proposes that you put your name to a novel he has written; and after the firstedition your name is to be taken off and his put on. There's a cool proposal for you. I guess you won't agree tothat, in spite of your soft-heartedness towards most of the young scribblers.''Couldn't be done. Tell him so kindly, and don't let him send the manuscript. I have seven on hand now, andbarely time to read my own,' said Mrs Jo, pensively fishing a small letter out of the slop-bowl and opening itwith care, because the down-hill address suggested that a child wrote it.'I will answer this myself. A little sick girl wants a book, and she shall have it, but I can't write sequels to allthe rest to please her. I should never come to an end if I tried to suit these voracious little Oliver Twists,clamouring for more. What next, Robin?''This is short and sweet.'DEAR MRS BHAER, I am now going to give you my opinion of your works. I have read them all many
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