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AI MEETS BI
Artificial Intelligence and
Business Intelligence
AI MEETS BI
Artificial Intelligence and
Business Intelligence
Lakshman Bulusu
Rosendo Abellera
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I dedicate this book to the memory of my parents, Professor B.S.K.R. Somayajulu and Smt. B. Sita, for
their untiring efforts in nurturing me to become who I am today and their inspiring acumen and advice
that have been a constant beacon throughout my career.
I also dedicate this book to my uncle, Professor B.L. Deekshatulu, and my aunt, the late Smt. B.
Kameswari, for their blessings, which have enabled me to rise in life, both professionally and personally.
And, finally, I dedicate this book to all the readers of my previous books and their invaluable feed
back, which has gone a long way in shaping this book.
— Lakshman Bulusu
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Contents
Dedication vii
Contents ix
Acknowledgments xvii
Chapter 1 Introduction 1
In This Chapter 1
1.1 Introduction 1
1.2 Traditional Ways of Enabling BI 3
1.3 Three Generations of BI 3
1.4 How Business Fits into BI—From Business Data to Business
Decision Making 7
1.5 Summary 8
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Index 215
Preface
This book focuses on the primary aspect of “AI meets BI” and details the intersection of AI, data sci
ence, machine learning, deep learning, and cognitive computing and how these technologies can assist
and/or automate BI and decision making, resulting in more informed business insights. It stands out
as the first publication to address the integration of artificial intelligence tools and technologies from
the multitude of such tools and technologies available today to boost and enhance business intelligence.
It covers various AI-powered analytics for BI-enabled decision making. Specifically, it discusses four
industry use cases and their implementation, using AI-enabled machine learning and deep learning
techniques along with their integration into enterprise BI platforms, by making use of the abovemen
tioned technologies. It also discusses how all types of data, including Big Data, can be scaled to enter
prise level and thereby enhance customer experience. Details are discussed from a business perspective
and the AI-way of implementation.
The intended audience for this book includes business and data analysts who need to interpret the
output of AI-powered BI systems from a business perspective; data scientists; data engineers; AI and
BI practitioners, designers, programmers, and technical/project managers involved in AI/BI solution
implementations; academia and research scientists involved in teaching/training of AI/BI models; and,
last but not least, teachers and students of data science/AI/BI courses at the graduate level and/or in
career-based learning courses. It is also intended for anyone involved in instructor-led or online training
in AI and BI who will benefit from augmenting their courses with proven AI techniques for BI that will
prepare the students for on-the-job solutions and certifications.
From data sources to deployment models (of AI), enterprise BI has most recently entered its third
phase—one powered by AI. There are many aspects that address renewing focus on the capabilities of
today’s artificial intelligence. However, in light of how the corporate world touches our everyday lives,
artificial intelligence–enhanced business intelligence would now seem to have the utmost importance
in affecting how we work on a daily basis. It is for this reason that this book helps to pave the techno
logical path of AI meets BI. In addition, this topic, never before offered, will provide important details
about new ways and tools that will lead us into the future of business intelligence—a future enhanced
with opportunities never before effectively available and only imagined for artificial intelligence.
Beginning with an outline of the traditional methods for implementing BI in the enterprise and
how BI has evolved into using self-service analytics, data discovery, and, most recently, AI-powered BI,
Chapter 1 lays out the three typical architectures of the first, second, and third generations of BI in the
enterprise. It touches upon the “business” paradigm in the context of BI in the enterprise and how both
BI and business analytics complement each other to provide a holistic BI solution—one that empowers
all types of users, from business analysts to end users.
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Chapter 2 outlines AI and AI-powered analytics in some depth, describing the various types of ana
lytics using an analytics sphere and highlights how each of these can be implemented using AI-enabled
algorithms and deep learning models. In particular, it touches upon AI and its rise in the modern
enterprise. It provides a compare-and-contrast discussion of BI-enabled and AI-powered analytics and
shows how businesses can leverage these techniques to tailor business processes to provide insight into
how enterprises can gain a competitive edge. Chapter 2 also provides information on how AI techniques
can be used to work upon the data, not vice versa, including the leveraging of data augmentation, data
discovery, augmented analytics, and other such techniques. It demonstrates how the implementation
of such AI-based techniques can be done right in the BI platform, and how to integrate the results into
the same.
Chapters 3 and 4 form the crux of the book. They discuss, in great detail, the four industry use cases.
Chapter 3 focuses on the business perspective of these use cases. It describes how an enterprise
can access, assess, and perform analytics on data by way of discovering data, defining key metrics that
enable the same, defining governance rules, and activating metadata for AI/ML recommendations. It
highlights how business users can explain key variables that serve as drivers for the business process in
context, perform interactive correlations to determine variable importance, associate results with time,
and, most important, how to predict outcomes based on data using AI-powered deep learning mod
els—business analytics anytime and anywhere—and on all kinds of data and in real time. In addition,
Chapter 3 highlights how enabling power users to create visuals based on these and other embedded
metrics for deep-dive analysis in an interactive fashion is key for an enterprise to remain competitive.
Four use cases that describe descriptive and predictive analytics in terms of predicting likelihood as well
as forecasting and predicting measures for the future, along with prescriptive analytics, are outlined.
Chapter 4 takes a very in-depth approach in describing the implementation specifics of each of these
four use cases by way of using various AI-enabled machine learning and deep learning algorithms and
shows how the results enable actionable BI. The key component of predictive capabilities that was miss
ing in the second generation of BI is brought to light, and it explains how it can be executed by way of
AI-powered BI. Complete code for each of the implementations is provided, along with the output of
the code supplemented by visuals that aid in BI-enabled decision making.
Chapter 5 touches upon what’s next in AI meets BI. It begins with a brief discussion of the cogni
tive computing aspects of AI as well as augmented analytics and automated and autonomous BI. It then
outlines how security and governance can be addressed in AI-powered BI. It ends with a note on the
ethical aspects of BI and the trust factor involved in AI-powered decision making.
BI has evolved from its initial landscape of OLAP-based reporting and analysis to ad hoc query
ing, operational BI, and self-service analytics to AI-powered business analytics and big data discovery.
And many of the industry’s leading BI vendors, such as Tableau®, Microsoft®, Oracle®, IBM®, etc., have
already started offering AI-powered capabilities to enable all kinds of users (technical and nontechnical)
to take advantage of these new technologies and trends and derive intelligent insights that can lead to
better, smarter, faster BI. This book comes at a time when this changing landscape for BI is in place,
and the pragmatics of AI in the production and democratization/monetization of AI, as well as their
implementation specifics from a BI perspective, are entering the mainstream of enterprises worldwide.
It provides specifics regarding the most widely used AI-based technologies and their role in enterprise
BI, thus positively reflecting the real-world scenarios that make AI-powered BI a reality.
— Lakshman Bulusu
Preface
Business Intelligence is dead. Long live Business Intelligence—with Artificial Intelligence, that is!
With the emergence of Artificial Intelligence (AI) in the business world, a new era of Business
Intelligence (BI) has been ushered in to create real-world business solutions using analytics. These ana
lytical capabilities, which were previously either not available or just difficult to use, have now become
feasible and readily usable. For BI developers and practitioners, we now have new tools and technolo
gies to complete and enhance the job that we set out to do—that is, provide our users (or customers)
with the systems and solutions needed to provide effective decision making that stems from reliable and
accurate information and intelligence, which, in turn, leads to valuable, actionable insights for business.
Oftentimes in the past, BI was stymied by bad or incomplete data, poorly architected solutions,
or even just outright incapable systems or resources. The industry has come a long way in combat
ting these obstacles, and now, with the advent of AI, BI has renewed hope for true effectiveness. This
is a long-awaited phase for practitioners and developers, and moreover, for executives and leadership
depending on knowledgeable and intelligent decision making for their respective organizations.
More than 20 years ago, after serving in military intelligence and with a passion for software devel
opment, I began my career in BI. I met Lakshman about 10 years ago. By that time, he was already an
established, published author, and he introduced me to his world of book writing. I quickly embraced
his expertise, and, together, we began this partnership of writing about a subject of our choice that
we both so deeply enjoyed—that is, BI and analytics. Therefore, when it became evident that AI was
becoming more prevalent and, more importantly, feasible to augment BI, we quickly jumped at the
opportunity to write about this game changer. Together, we authored the first published book on
Oracle BI and AI with machine learning.* It was received quite well. An audience began to form around
it, and many even reached out for help in implementing the system and using it to provide a solution
to their AI problems. In that book, we used a single case study to illustrate how AI could be effectively
applied to BI.
With its success, Lakshman suggested and pushed for us to go beyond a single vendor and a single
case study. Thus, this book begins that journey, as it presents numerous ways that AI can be applied
to BI. Our hope is that it opens up a dialog about how we can best proceed and further augment and
enhance BI to effectively fulfill its promise of successfully implementing advanced and predictive ana
lytics in various applications for a multitude of industries—especially, with vital case studies that may
affect many people.
* Abellera, R. and Bulusu, L. (2017). Oracle Business Intelligence with Machine Learning, 1st ed. New York (NY):
Apress.
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For instance, it was about 5 years ago that we, as a company, began to develop a software applica
tion with the goal of utilizing genomics for prescriptive treatments. This goal was only possible with
the use of AI coupled with BI. It was rather an early attempt, as we used the first version (1.0, in fact)
of Microsoft®’s machine learning tool. We struggled to implement it with this early tool and to con
vince investors of the capabilities, or even feasibility, of our vision for healthcare. This was back in the
2014, and in software development years, that seems like a lifetime ago. Many new developments and
improvements in AI have materialized since then. Now it is 2020, and with a global pandemic, I can’t
help but think of the many ways that the new technologies in AI and machine learning could have pos
sibly aided and been effectively used to accurately predict, prescribe, and prevent the unfortunate events
that have transpired. If we had somehow been able to clearly foresee the future, we certainly would have
focused on that goal. Perhaps that could be the ultimate use and application for AI, as it satisfies the
demands of BI as it pertains specifically to healthcare in matters of life and death. For those case stud
ies, providing a solution would definitely be a worthwhile cause. In that field, we’ve only really begun
to scratch the surface.
The possibilities are truly endless. New capabilities are now at hand as AI meets BI. For our future,
we can only hope.
— Rosendo Abellera
Acknowledgments
I thank my immediate family for their cooperation and patience during the time that I wrote this book.
I thank my brother Dr. B. Rama for his guidance on predictive analytics, which helped me to write
related parts of this book.
I thank Mr. Linesh Dave and Mr. Praveen Sharma for judging my book proposal and giving the
go-ahead to this book project.
And I thank Theron R. Shreve (Director) and Marje Pollack (copy editor and typesetter) at
Derryfield Publishing Services, as well as the publisher, CRC Press/Taylor & Francis Group, for the
support, feedback, reviews, and production work they provided to enable this book project to see the
light of day.
— Lakshman Bulusu
xvii
About the Authors
With a long and proven track record of success in the Business Intelligence
(BI) industry throughout several decades, Rosendo Abellera is a subject
matter expert and expert practitioner in business intelligence and analytics.
As a career consultant, he has serviced numerous leading global commer
cial clients and major US government organizations. A strategist as well as a
hands-on developer, he architected and implemented complete, holistic, and
data-centric decision-making systems and solutions from the ground up—
from complex data warehouses for Revenue Recognition to advanced dash
boards for Financial Analytics.
Rosendo has held key management positions in establishing the Business
Intelligence and Analytics practices of several global consulting organizations. Moreover, he founded
and established BIS3®, a successful consulting firm started more than 10 years ago, specializing in what
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was then Oracle®’s new BI strategy with OBIEE and Essbase—both of which are subjects of his previ
ously published books (jointly with Lakshman Bulusu). In an additional role for the company, he is the
chief architect of Qteria®, an AI and machine learning platform.
Rosendo is a veteran of the US Air Force and the National Security Agency (NSA), where he served
worldwide as a cryptologist and linguist for several languages. With these beginnings in the intelligence
community, he provides unique insight and knowledge for utilizing data as a critical asset.
— Rosendo Abellera
Chapter 1
Introduction
In This Chapter
1.1 Introduction
1.2 Traditional Ways of Enabling BI
1.3 Three Generations of BI
1.4 How Business Fits into BI—From Business Data to Business Decision Making
1.5 Summary
1.1 Introduction
This chapter begins with an outline of the conventional methods for implementing BI in an enterprise
and highlights how BI has evolved into using self-service analytics and, most recently, AI-powered BI.
It touches upon the three generations of BI and how DW/BI solutions have changed the landscape of
business decision making for the better. Finally, it ends with notes on how the commonly used term
“business” aligns with and can be fit into a comprehensive BI solution that is not only state of the art
but also one that continually and automatically evolves on metrics or key performance indicators (KPIs)
that the BI solution outputs, which, in turn, can be refueled into the same architecture as input, lead
ing to more insightful decisions. The primary aspect of “pairing AI with BI” on a one-on-one basis
as well as its details, including the intersection of AI, data science, machine learning, deep learning,
cognitive computing, and how this can lead to the automation of BI and decision-making processes
resulting in more informed business decision making, is briefly covered in Section 1.3. There are many
topics with renewed focus on the capabilities of today’s artificial intelligence. On the surface, admit
tedly, it may not seem as interesting, perhaps, as artificial intelligence, which is igniting new interest,
for example, in the areas of self-driving cars or robotics. However, in light of how the corporate world
touches our everyday lives, artificial intelligence enhancing business intelligence would now seem to
have the utmost importance in affecting how we work on a daily basis. It is for this reason that Chapters
2 through 5 of this book provide the coverage needed to define a technological path that is filled with
new methods and tools that will bring us to business intelligence’s future—a future never before effec
tively available and only imagined for artificial intelligence.
1
Figure 1.1 A typical architecture of a traditional (first-generation) EDW/BI implementation.
Introduction 3
1. Data Integration—This consists of collecting data from multiple sources and in multiple for
mats, including mostly structured or relational data that can be massaged into a common format
that can be then be integrated into the subsequent data warehousing component.
2. Data Warehousing—This consists of staging the data from the data integration component into
a landing zone that is responsible for massaging the data. On the basis of the data sources and the
type of data, a logical dimensional model is constructed that clearly lays out the dimensions and
facts based on business processes. This results in a STAR schema wherein a fact is surrounded by
multiple dimensions in a star format. This logical model forms the core of the EDW that stores
data in a semantic model for inter-day and as-is and as-of reporting. Multiple Data Marts are
created off of the EDW to cater to reporting on a departmental level of the enterprise. Each data
mart is modeled as a STAR schema.
3. Business Intelligence (BI) and Reporting Component—This consists of the dashboarding and
reporting of data (based on canned reports using a BI tool that is integrated with the EDW to
enable business analysts and user interaction of the data. These users are given access to the data
to use predefined KPIs.
Although the above architecture shows EDW/BI at an enterprise level, it had limitations, such
as no intra-day reporting (Operational BI), no real capability to enable users to create their
own KPIs via interactive dashboarding (self-service analytics), and ad hoc reporting. The next
section outlines how the EDW/BI landscape evolved to result in second- and third-generation
EDW/BI solutions.
The first generation of BI was based on a primarily OLAP-based solution, which supported mostly
relational data formats and used ETL/ELT for data integration. The EDW was designed based on the
STAR-schema, which was also relational and could be extended to Multidimensional Online Analytical
Processing (MOLAP). Figure 1.1 depicts a typical first-generation BI architecture. First-generation
reporting and BI were limited to nightly reporting based on batch loads and support for real-time data
integration but no ad hoc reporting. In addition, operational BI or, in other words, analysis of data as it
was created was not feasible, and BI capabilities did not extend to enable users to create their own KPIs
or self-service analytics.
These needs were addressed by the second generation of BI architecture, which introduced analytics
as part of BI and, additionally, took advantage of Data Integration 2.0, which came with robust data
4 AI Meets BI
integration technologies such as data virtualization and data integration pipelines and EDW enhance
ments such as data lakes (that housed raw data) and could be used as a source for EDW.
The three main capabilities of second-generation BI included ad hoc querying, operational BI, and
self-service analytics. It could also leverage data virtualization, which enabled data integration at scale.
Second-generation BI also took care of BI at scale by enabling the use of data lakes and data agility.
With the ability to perform analytics on data, enterprises could find the whys of what occurred in the
past using such data or sometimes predict the future using this information (business analytics part)
in addition to getting to know what happened and how it happened in the past based on the data
(business intelligence part). This meant that causation and correlation are part of the analyses and
are both needed to perform the analyses. In addition, both are not the same. The second generation
of BI supports business intelligence and business analytics, leading to a holistic view of business and
the ability to make decisions that are more insightful. This could also pave the way for predicting the
future using these analytics and intelligence such as how a particular decision could evolve if and when
the data evolves. In addition, a key component of the second generation of BI was to put busi
ness analytics in the hands of the business analyst or end user, thus leading to self-service
analytics. Accordingly, BI tools were enhanced to include these new trends as new ways to integrate
into already-existing BI ecosystems. From a business analyses perspective, BI happens before Business
Analytics, and while the former can discern what the criteria are that lead to business competition, the
latter allows you to discern why such criteria lead to business competition of your enterprise. And both
BI and BA fall under the larger umbrella of business analyses.
By using analytics, an enterprise can design metrics that aid in decision making, which, in turn,
enables competition—also called competitive intelligence. In comparison, BI uses metrics that measure
the effectiveness of a business goal within your enterprise. Metrics are like atomic measures that track
business processes.
• A holistic EDW/BI solution that can be used by both technical and non-technical users at all
levels of the enterprise.
• Intelligent automation of business and operational processes.
• Delivery of BI-as-a-service for mobility and on-the-go customer analytics.
• Data monetization at the enterprise level.
• Acceleration and enhancement of competitive BI. As an example, BI can have deep neural net
work solutions embedded within its implementation stack to realize competitive results. Use cases
of such an implementation include image tagging and image-recognition solutions.
Using AI for BI leverages how to use an AI model in context from business by recommending a particular
AI model/machine learning algorithm based on the use case inputs and outputs. It details the aspects
that have not yet been deeply explored in the BI landscape, such as the relevance and importance of BI-
enabled insights and accuracy and transparency of the same across the enterprise/corporate industry level.
part (business action to be taken) of a solution as well as, sometimes, the predictive piece of the solution.
Both the business decision made and the business action taken help in determining whether the deci
sions made and subsequent actions taken can help. Furthermore, enabling business users to create their
own analytics based on the data presented goes a long way in insightful decision making that drives the
enterprise to competitive success. Coming back to the product manufacturing enterprise example, busi
ness analytics can help in determining what decisions can be taken when a particular product evolves
by way of forecasting sales growth in such a scenario. It is in this predictive analytics scenario that AI
can make a difference by way of intelligent decision support.
Business and business users play a pivotal role by describing the enterprise goals and business processes,
the KPIs, and the metrics necessary for BI as well as the decisions and the subsequent actions to be
taken. Business can also define the type of data visualizations required for analysis as well as those that
enhance the decision-making process.
1.5 Summary
This chapter discussed the traditional method of data warehousing and BI and then outlined the three
generations of BI by way of a typical architecture based on each. Finally, it touched upon how “busi
ness” fits into the BI land analytics landscape. The next chapter describes AI and AI-powered analytics
and their role in BI-enablement.
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eyes, her smile, her every gesture, she had said: “I am yours! I am
yours! Can’t you see?” At last, in his shy way, he had seemed to
comprehend, but even then, as he afterwards confessed, he could
not believe that anything so wonderful could follow so speedily upon
contact, that one could love, adore, at sight. She had asked where
he lived and if she might come and see his work, and with repressed
intensity he had said: “I wish you would! I wish you could come to-
day!” It had made her sad and yet laugh, too, for joy.
That single tree blooming in this long, hard block!
There and then, with only the necessary little interludes which
propriety seemed to demand, and with longing and seeking on the
part of each, had begun that wondrous thing, their love. Only it
seemed to have had no fixed beginning,—to have been always—just
been. For the day she had called him up his voice had so thrilled her
that she could scarcely speak. She had still felt she had known him
for so long. How could that have been?
“I was afraid you might not call,” he had said tremulously, and she
had replied: “And I was wondering if you really wanted me to.”
And when she sought him out in his studio she had found it to be
such a poor mean room over a stable, in a mean street among a
maze of mean streets, and yet had thought it heaven. It was so like
him, so bare and yet wonderful—a lovely spiritual mood set over
against tawdry materials and surroundings.
“Drive me through the East Side, Fred.”
Better, she had found him painting or perhaps merely pretending
to. He had on that old long gray linen duster which later became so
familiar a thing to her. And to one side of him and his easel on a
table were some of the colors of his palette, greens and purples and
browns and blues. He had said so softly as he opened the door to
her: “My painting is all bluffing to-day. I haven’t been able to think of
anything but you, how you might not come, how you would look—”
And then, without further introduction or explanation, under the north
light of his roof window filtering down dustily upon them, he had put
his arms about her and she her lips to his, and they had clung
together, thinking only of each other, their joy and their love. And he
had sighed, a tired sigh, or one of great relief after a strain, such a
strain as she herself had been under.
That one little cloud in the sky!
And then after a time, he had shown her the picture he was
painting, a green lush sea-marsh with a ribbon of dark enamel-like
water laving the mucky strand, and overhead heavy, sombre, smoky
clouds, those of a sultry summer day over a marsh. And in the
distance, along the horizon, a fringe of trees showing as a filigree.
But what a mood! Now it hung in the Wakefield Gallery—and—
(Harry had helped to place it there for her!) But then he had said,
putting his brushes aside: “But what is the use of trying to paint now
that you are here?” And she had sighed for joy, so wonderful was it
all.
The crowds in these East Side streets!
Yet what had impressed her most was that he made no apology
for the bareness and cheapness of his surroundings. Outside were
swarming push carts and crowds, the babble of the great foreign
section, but it was all as though he did not hear. Over a rack at the
back of the large bare room he had hung a strip of faded burnt
orange silk and another of clear light green, which vivified what
otherwise would have been dusty and gray. Behind this, as she later
discovered, were his culinary and sleeping worlds.
And then, of course, had come other days.
But how like that first day was this one, so fresh and
bright!
There was no question here of what was right or wrong,
conventional or otherwise. This was love, and this her beloved. Had
she not sought him in the highways and the byways? At the close of
one afternoon, as she was insisting that she must continue her
search for work, now more than ever since neither he nor she had
anything, he had said sadly: “Don’t go. We need so little, Ulrica.
Don’t. I can’t stand it now.” And she had come back. “No,” she had
replied, “I won’t—I can’t—not any more, if you want me.”
And she had stayed.
And that wondrous, beautiful love-life! The only love-life she had
ever known.
But just the same she had seen that she must redouble her efforts
to make her way, and had. Six hundred dollars she had brought to
the city was nearly all gone, and as for Vivian, his allotment was
what he could earn, a beggar’s dole. During the days that followed,
each bringing them closer, he had confessed more and more of the
difficulties that confronted him, how hard it was to sell his wares. And
she—it was needful for her to reopen the pages of her past. She had
not been happy or prosperous, she told him; fortune might have
been hers for the taking but she could not endure those who came
with it. Now that she had the misery of her soul’s ache removed she
must find something to do. The stage was her great opportunity. And
plainly his life was one which had always been and must be based
on the grudged dole that life offers to those who love its beauty and
lift their eyes. So few, as yet, knew of his work or had been arrested
by it. Yet if he persisted, as she felt,—if that wondrous something in
his work which had attracted the sensitive and selective did not fail—
The hot, bare redness of the walls of these streets, so
flowerless, so bleak, and yet so alive and human!
But all too well she understood that his life, unless changed by her,
would ever be the meagre thing it had been. Beauty was his, but no
more,—a beauty of mind and of dreams and of the streets and the
night and the sea and the movements of life itself, but of that which
was material he had nothing. That was for those whom she had
been unable to endure. Only by a deft synthesis of those wondrous
faculties which concern beauty was he able to perceive, respond to,
translate the things which he saw and felt, and these were not of
matter. Rather, they were epitomes, his pictures, of lands and skies
and seas and strange valleys of dreams, worlds in miniature. But
what transmutations and transferences! She was never weary of the
pictures he made. Nor was she ever weary of the picture he made
before his easel, tenuous and pale and concerned, his graceful
hands at work with the colors he synthetized. The patience, the
stability, the indifference to all but that which was his to do!
“Into Bartow Street, Fred.”
And in him, too, was no impatience with life for anything it might
have failed to provide. Instead, he seemed ever to be thinking of its
beauties and harmonies, the wonder of its dawns and sunsets, the
colors and harmonies of its streets, buildings, crowds, silences.
Often of a morning when it was yet dark he would arise and open a
door that gave out onto a balcony and from there gaze upon the sky
and city. And at any time it was always an instinct with him to pause
before anything that appealed to either of them as beautiful or
interesting. And in his eye was never the estimating glint of one who
seeks to capture for profit that which is elemental and hence
evanescent, but only the gaze of the lover of beauty, the worshiper of
that which is profitable to the soul only.
The very street! The very studio!
Although she was ignorant of the spirit or the technique of art she
had been able to comprehend it and him, all that he represented as
a portion of beauty itself, the vast and supernal beauty toward which
the creative forces of life in their harsh and yet tender ways seem
impelled at times.
Had she not understood very well that it was as beauty that she
appealed to him, at first anyhow, an artistry of face and form plus a
certain mood of appreciation or adoration or understanding which
was of value to him? How often had he spoken of her lavender-
lidded eyes, the whiteness and roundness of her arms, the dark gold
of her hair, the sombre unrevealing blue of the iris of her eyes! Here
strange it was that these seemed to enthrall and hold him at times,
leaving him, if not weak, at least childlike in her hands. He had never
seemed to weary of her and during all their days together she could
feel his unreasoning joy in her.
His one-time yellow curtains exchanged for green ones!
That she had proved and remained irresistible to him was
evidenced by his welcoming and gratified eyes, the manner in which
he paused to survey her whenever she came near, seeming to re-
estimate her every least attribute with loving interest. Indeed, he
seemed to need her as much as she needed him, to yearn with an
intense hunger over her as a thing of beauty,—he who to her was
strength, beauty, ideals, power, all the substance of beauty and
delight that she could crave.
Yes, here was where they had come to gaze at the
towers of the bridge beyond.
And so for over a year it was that they clung together, seeking to
make of their lives an ideal thing. Only it was after she came into his
life that he had begun to worry—and because of what? It was no
hardship for him to live upon what he could make, but now that she
had come, with her beauty and her beauty’s needs, it was no longer
the same. As soon as she appeared he had seemed to sense his
inefficiency as a creator of means. Bowdler, the wealthy dealer, had
once told him that if he pleased him with something it might be worth
five hundred dollars. Five hundred dollars! But when he took a
painting to Bowdler he said he was overstocked, had too many of his
things on hand—the very things that to-day—(now that Vivian was
gone) —were selling for as much as ten and twelve thousand! And a
single one of all those now being sold would have made them both
happy for a whole year or more!
He had called this tree her parasol!
And she had been able to do so little for him! Realizing how little
life had done for him she had decided then and there that all her
efforts must be bent toward correcting this injustice. Life owed him
more. And so it was that at last she had turned to the stage and
sought earnestly, day after day and week after week, only to obtain
very little of all she needed to make them happy, a small part in one
of Wexford’s many productions, he of the comedies and farces and
beauty shows. Yet after some effort she had made him admit that
she was distinctive and that he could use her. But then had come
that long wait of nearly three months before the work began! And in
the meantime what labor, the night and day work of rehearsals and
appearances, the trying to get back to him each afternoon or night.
And he had been so patient and hopeful and helpful, waiting for her
after late hours of rehearsal to walk home with her and encouraging
her in every way. And yet always there was a tang of something
unreal about it all, hopes, as she so truly feared, that were never to
be realized, dreams too good to come true. The hours had flown.
The very pressure of his hand had suggested paradise, present and
yet not to be.
She must be returning now. It was not wise for her to sit
here alone.
And while those three months were dragging their slow days she
had borrowed what money she could to keep them going. She had
even borrowed from her mother! Yet they had been happy,
wandering here and there, he always rejoicing in the success which
her work promised to bring her. The studios facing the great park
where she now lived at which they had looked, he seeming to think
they were not for such as he. (The creatures who really dwelt there!)
Yes, she must be going. His train was due at four.
And then at last, her trial period was over, Wexford had
complimented her and her salary had been increased. She had
begun to buy things for Vivian and his studio, much as he protested.
But best of all for her the hope of better days still to come, greater
fame for herself and so better days for Vivian, a real future in which
he was to share—money,—comfort for them both.
“To the apartment, Fred.”
And then—In spite of all her wishes and fears, had come the
necessity for her to go on the road with the show. And owing to their
limited means he was compelled to remain behind. Worse, despite
the fact that each knew that every thought was for the other, the
thought of separation tortured them both. Wherever she was there
was the thought of him, alone, at his easel and brooding. And herself
alone. It had seemed at times as though she must die unless this
separation could be ended.
If only Harry were not coming into her life again!
But it was not ended—for weeks. And then one day, after a brief
silence had come the word that he had been ill. A wave of influenza
was sweeping the city and had seized him. She was not to worry.
But she did worry—and returned immediately, only to find him far
along the path which he was never to retrace. He was so ill. And
worse, a strange despondency based on the thought that he was
never to get well, had seized him. He had felt when she left, or so he
said, that something were sure to happen. They might not ever,
really, be together again. It had been so hard for him to do without
her.
He had added that he was sorry to be so poor a fighter, to bring
her back from her work. Her work! And he ill!
The immense wall these hotels made along the park!
And then against the utmost protest of her soul had come the end,
a conclusion so sudden and unexpected that it had driven despair
like metal into her very soul. Hour after hour and under her very
eyes, her protesting if not restraining hands and thoughts, he had
grown weaker. Though he knew, he seemed to wish to deny it, until
at last his big dear eyes fixed upon her, he had gone, looking as
though he wished to say something.
This wretchedly wealthy West Side!
It was that look, the seeking in it, that wishing to remain with her
that was written there, that had haunted her and did still. It was as
though he had wished to say: “I do not want to go! I do not want to
go!”
And then, half-dead, she had flung herself upon him. With her
hands she had tried to draw him back, until she was led away. For
days she was too ill to know, and only his grave—chosen by
strangers!—had brought it all back. And then the long days! Never
again would life be the same. For the first time in her life she had
been happy. A bowl of joy had been placed in her eager fingers, only
to be dashed from them. Yes, once more now she was alone and
would remain so, thrust back upon herself. And worse, with the
agonizing knowledge of what beauty might be. Life had lost its lustre.
What matter if others told of her beauty, if one or many sought to
make her life less bare?
This stodgy porter always at the door in his showy braid!
Why might not such as he die instead?
But then her mother and sister, learning of her despair, had come
to her. Only since there was nothing that any pleasure, or aspect of
life could offer her, the days rolled drearily,—meaninglessly. And only
because of what was still missing in her mother’s life, material
comfort, had she changed. It had been with the thought of helping
her mother that after a year she had returned to the city and the
stage, but exhausted, moping, a dreary wanderer amid old and
broken dreams.
By degrees of course she had managed to pick up the threads of
her life again. Who did not? And now nature, cynical, contemptuous
of the dreams and longings which possess men, now lavished upon
her that which she and Vivian had longed for in vain. Fame? It was
hers. Money? A Score of fortunes had sought her in vain.
Friendship? She could scarcely drive it from the door. She was
successful.
But what mattered it now? Was it not a part of the routine, shabby
method of life to first disappoint one—sweat and agonize one—and
then lavish luxury upon one,—afterwards?
“I want nothing. And if any one calls, I am not in.”
And so it was that after a time Harry descending upon her with his
millions, and seeking solace for himself through her sympathy, she
had succumbed to that—or him—as a kindly thing to do. He too had
confessed to a wretched dole of difficulties that had dogged his early
years. He too had been disappointed in love, comfort—almost
everything until too late. In his earliest years he had risen at four in a
mill-town to milk cows and deliver milk, only later to betake himself,
barefooted and in the snow, to a mill to work. Later still he had
worked in a jewelry factory, until his lungs had failed. And had then
taken to the open road as a peripatetic photographer of street
children in order to recover his health. But because of this work—the
chemistry, and physics of photography—he had interested himself in
chemistry and physics—later taking a “regular job,” as he phrased it,
in a photographic supply house and later still opening a store of his
own. It was here that he had met Kesselbloom, who had solved the
mystery of the revolving shutter and the selenium bath. Financing
him and his patents, he had been able to rise still more, to fly really,
as though others were standing still. The vast Dagmar Optical and
Photographic Company. It was now his, with all its patents. And the
Baker-Wile Chemical Company. Yes, now he was a multimillionaire,
and lonely—as lonely as she was. Strange that he and she should
have met.
“No, I will not see any one.”
So now, through her, he was seeking the youth which could be his
no more. Because of some strange sense of comradeship in misery,
perhaps, they had agreed to share each other’s unhappiness!
“You say Mr. Harris telephoned from the station?”
Yes, as he had told her in his brooding hours, at fifty it had
suddenly struck him that his plethora of wealth was pointless. As a
boy he had not learned to play, and now it was too late. Already he
was old and lonely. Where lay his youth or any happiness?
And so now—nearly icy-cold the two of them, and contemning life
dreams—they were still facing life together. And here he was this
day, at her door or soon would be, fresh from financial labors in one
city and another. And returning to what? With a kind of slavish and
yet royal persistence he still pursued her—to comfort—as well as to
be comforted, and out of sheer weariness she endured him. Perhaps
because he was willing to await her mood, to accept the least crumb
of her favor as priceless. The only kinship that existed between them
was this unhappy youth of his and her sympathy for it, and his
seeming understanding of and sympathy for the ills that had beset
her. Supposing (so his argument had run) that the burden of this
proposed friendship with him were to be made very light, the lightest
of all burdens, that upon closer contact he proved not so hopeless or
dull as he appeared, could she not—would she not—endure him?
(The amazing contrarieties and strangenesses of things!) And so
friendship, and later marriage under these strange conditions. Yet
she could not love him, never had and never would. However it
might have seemed at first—and she did sympathize with and
appreciate him—still only because of her mother and sister and the
fact that she herself needed some one to fall back upon, a support in
this dull round of living, had caused her to go on as long as she had.
How deserted that wading-pool looked at evening, with
all the children gone!
And now at this very moment he was below stairs waiting for her,
waiting to learn whether she had smiled or her mood had relaxed so
that he might come up to plead afresh for so little as she could give
—her worthless disinterested company somewhere!
Well, perhaps it was unfair to serve one so who wished nothing
more than to be kind and who had striven in every way for several
years now to make himself useful if not agreeable to her, and yet—
True, she had accepted of his largess, not only for herself but for her
mother; but had she not had things of her own before that? And had
she not been content? Was it charity from her or from him?
And still—
Those darkening shadows in the sky in the east!
And yet it was always “Ulrica” here and “Ulrica” there. Did she so
much as refer to an old-time longing was it not he who attempted to
make amends in some way or to bring about a belated fulfilment?
Vivian’s painting now in the museum, the talk as to his worth, his
monument but now being erected—to whom, to whom were those
things due—this belated honoring of her darling—?
“Oh, well, tell him to come up. And you may lay out my
green evening dress, Olga.”
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THE VICTOR
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