The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-05-26

of pas,e-board, and upon # written a name and address. The lad lifted Il 10 his lips.
 1t is another debt owe,s he said, softly, to himself
 Ten years later. and on q bright star lit night in January. the New York Academy of Music was filled from pl, to dome. The great violinist, Herr Carl Seiberg, was to appear. He was very young, not twenty-three, the critics said, and vel he had reached the zenith of his fame. A great wave of applause greeted him as he came forward to the centre of the stage. He was tall but slight, with large. dreamy eyes, and a mouth whose sensitiveness the blonde moustache could not wholly hide. With soft, caressing motion he drew the bow across the strings. An almost human voice of ex- quisite melody seemed to respond. The house held its breath 10 listen.
 In one of the lower proscenium boxes sat young girl of nineteen. She wore no la, and in her golden hair sleamed a diamond star. She was beautiful with a rare loveliness. There was TO fairer face in tha, crowded assemblage. Behind her. leaning on the back of her char. a young r,laa whose gaze of rap, admiration never withdrew ,tself-a man of superb heighi and breadth of form. and with eyes and hair as dark as the night-eyes which slowed with feeling as they dweli upon her face. for the hope nearest Fairfax Farley's heart was 10 win the woman for his wife.
 She turned 10 him as the music died, with quick indrawing of her breath.
 ..Tell me-" she whispered, was !, not perfect .s
 ..l did not hear ii; l was thinking but of you
 \ vivid flush. almost of annoyance. rose to her brow: but at ;ha, moment the young musician, recalled by ,he laundering plaudits of the people, re- appeared.
 His gaze now wandered over the house, finally resting on the exquisite face. He gave a sudden start. Of what, of whom did it remind him For a few seconds their eyes met; then. with a sudden inspiration, he drew his bow.
 What was he playing: It was a ca dence no man had ever heard before. IL seemed 10 tell an unknown story, If one could but interpret it. It began in a storm of grief. of passionate despair. un- reasoning, hopeless then follow ed luli. rift in the clouds, sudden gieam of sunshine. then a heavy ,oiling of weary feet, often torn and bleeding. but with that ri, of sunshine never quite hidden by the clouds overhead, no matter how dark CT how dense they gathered : then came burst of triumph. song nf victory, transport of passion, and then peace.
 The last note seemed to have no end ing. It's echoes fingered in a inelo- dious hush, and rang in the p;eans of ap- plause.
 The girl in the box tore the siolets from her breas, and threw them at Herr Sci berg's feet Flowers rained everywhere. but these only he stopped to gather. These he held so tightly that their crushed fragrance was waited to his senses as he bowed his adienx.
 The young musician was the lion of the hour. Fashionable ladies sough, him out. Invitations to fetes, and receptions. and dinners, rained upon him. IL was a, one of these latter tha, he and Miss Laurence met.
 II have pressed your flowers" hc said to her in low voice.
 My fiowersF' she answered with . blush.
 Then she remembered the yiole;s she had so impulsively thrown him.
 had almost forgotten she added. i What was it. Herr Seiberg, that you played! |; has haunted me ever since
 Some ,ime,' he replied, '.l will tell you. Now you shall know only that you were its inspiration. Were his words presumptious She could not answer neither could she know the strange power, which ever swayed her in this mans pesence.
 You do not teach :" she said to him one day.
 "No," he answered. Bu; If you will be my pupil, i, would be indeed pleas ure."
 And your terms :'' His face flushed.
 Il need no gold" he responded. l, is that some day you shall hear my story"
 "I see nothing of you, Selma" said Fairfax Farley, during this time. " Dc you forget that have some claims '
 No, forget nothing" she said.
 But there was sadness rather than hap piness in her tone.
 Are you not ready to give me your answer. dear :" the man continued Why do you hold me in suspense Why may not have the swee, promise that crave:n
 1 Did she shudde-: If so, but rnomen. ;arily, as the sweet young voice made an- swer. True II said, you have been very patient: but be so yei d little longer Let me be sure of myself 1, is only for this assurance, Fairfax, that wait"
 But underneath Fairfax FaIley's eour- ieous calm was a seething m1eis,roIn, a burning jealousy. i Two weeks later he waited outside Miss Laurence's home until Herr Seiberg stood on the steps in the moonlight. Be had been passing the evening with her An