CHANCE TAKES A HAND A huge pipe organ was filling the theater with a vast undertone that was like the whispering surge of a great wind.

Jean went into the soft twilight and sat down, feeling that she had shut herself away from the harsh, horrible world that held so much of suffering.

She sighed and leaned her head back against the curtained enclosure of the loges, and closed her eyes and listened to the big, sweeping harmonies that were yet so subdued.
Down next the river, in a sheltered little coulee, there was a group of great bull pines.

Sometimes she had gone there and leaned against a tree trunk, and had shut her eyes and listened to the vast symphony which the wind and the water played together.

She forgot that she had come to see a picture which she had helped to create.