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Then, waiting for no reply, she pressed
The purse into the boy'shands.
600 buy your VIOLIN" she said. "No,
you must not return this as you return
cd the other money; but some day, when
YOU are good musician. you shall repay
me. Who knows? you may play NJ my
wedding"
And with a little laugh as the carriage
started forward, the child with wave OF
her hand, disappeared. =,
The boy stood motionless,. wrapped IN
sort of ecstacy. No doubt that verita-
BILE angel had visited him, crossed his
mind
Had he been dreaming? No y; for with
in his hand Law the dainty little purse.
Opening it almost with reverence, the
shining pieces of gold met his gaze but
something else MS well-a little piece of
pasteboard, and upon it written name
and address, The lad lifted it to his
lips.
SIT is another debt owe" he said soft
ly to himself.
Ten years later, and on bright star
light night in January, the New York
| Academy OF Music was filled from pit to
dome. The great violinist, Herr Carl
Scibcrg. was to appear. He was very
young, not yet %, the critics said, AMI
yet 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, not slight, with large
dreamy eyes, and mouth whose sensi-
tiveness the blonde moustache could not
wholly hide. With n soft caressing mo-
| |, Il hn
| An almost human voice of exquisite mel
ody seemed to respond. The house held
its breath to listen.
In one of the lower proscenium boxes
sat young girl of 10. She wore no hat,
and in her golden hair, cleaned ula-
mond star. She was beautiful with
rare loveliness There was no fairer face
in all that crowded assemblage. Behind
her, leaning on the back Of her chair, a
young man whose rapt admiration never
withdrew itself-a man of superb helght
and breadth of form, and with eyes ana
hair dark as the night-eyes which glow
ed with feeling as they dwelt upon her
face, for the hope nearest Fairfax Farley
heart was to win the woman for his wife.
She turned towards him MS the mnsic
died out, with quick indrawlng oil hef
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"Tell me" she whispered, "was 1t not
perfect"
81 did not hear it, was thinking but OF
You"
| A vivid tlush almost of annoyance,
young musician, recalled by the thunder
ing plaudits of the people, reappeared.
His gaze now wandered over the house
/ hot tn
gave sudden start. OF what and OF
whom did it remind him? For few sec
onds their eyes met then with sudden
inspiration he drew his bow.
What was he playing? 1t was ca
dence no man had ever heard before. Ii
seemed to tell an unknown story, if one
could but interpret it. 1t began in 6
storm of passionate despair, unreasoning
hopelessly; then followed lull, nit III
the clouds, sudden CLEAN of sunshine
then II heavy toiling of weary feet, Otter
torn and bleeding, but with that rift OF
sunshine never quite hidden by, the
clouds overhead, no matter how dark Oh
how dense they gathered then came
burst of triumph. song of victory, q
transport of passion, and then peace.
The last note seemed tohave no ending
Its echoes fingered IN melodlous hush
and rang in the pens of applause.
The girl in the box tore the violets from
her hreast 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 crush
ed fragrance was waited to his senses al
he bowed his adieux.
The Young musician was the hon OF tho
hour. Fashionable ladies sought hin
out. Invitations to fetes and reception.
and dinners rained upon him. 1t was a
one of these latter that lie and Miss Lau
renee met
| II have pressed your flowers" he sale
to her in low voice.
my flowers?" she answered with /
blush.
Then she remembered the violets sh'
had so impulsively thrown to him.
81 had almost forgotten, she added
"What was it, Herr Seiberg, that you
played? 1t has haunted me ever since.
some day ne rePlled' ~ VIII Tel
you. NOW You shall Know that you wer'
Woro b;s words ,rosrmr,;o, Oh,
coulI NOT answer neither co,,lI .bo know
tIo stranoo rowar Which oyor s,vnroJ be
in tbis mans nrcsencn
"You do not teach? she said to hin
one day.
mo" he answered. "But if YOU viii
be my pupil, it will indeed be pleas
ure."
And yonr terms p
His face flushed.
81 need no gold he responded. 81
is that some day you shall hear m,
S'ory'
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