Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1883-07-07

finally resting on the exquisite tace. tie
gave a sudden start. OF what. of whom did
il remind him? For a few seconds their
eyes met; then, with a sudden inspiration
he drew his bow,
What wa he playing2 1t was a cadence
NJ oman ever head before. 1t seemed to tell
an unknown story, if one could but interpret
it. 1t began in a storm of grief, of passion
ate despair, unreasoning, hopeless; then
followed a lull, a rift in the clouds, a su ldeo
CLEAN OF sunsf me. then a heavy toiling Of
weary feet, often torn and bleeding, but that,
rift of sunshine never quite hidden by the
clouds overhead, no matte how dark or how
dense they gathered; ther came a burst Of
triumph, a song of victory, a transport OF
passion then peace.
The last note seemed to nave no ending
Its echoes fingered in a melodious hush
and rang in the pans OF applause.
The girl in the box tore the violets from
her breast and threw them at Herr Seiberg's
| feet. Flowers rained every where. but these
only be stopped to gather. These he held
so very tightly that their crushed fragrance
was waited to his senses as he bowed his
adieux.
The young musician vas the lion of the
hour. Fashionable ladies sought him out.
| Invitations to fetes, and receptions, and
dinners, rained upon him. 1t was at one OF
| these latter that he and Miss Laurence
met.
Il have pressed your flowers he said to
her in a low voice.
"My flowers 2 she answered with a
blush.
Then she remembered the %violiets, she
had so impulsively thrown hlm.
II had almost forgotten she added.
What was it, Herr Sieberg, that you
played? 1t has haunted me ever since.
Some time" he replied, II will tell you
Now you shall know Only that you were it:
INSPIRATION"
Were his words rresumptious She coule
not answer neither could she know The
strange power, which ever sways herin thi'
mans presence.
"You do not teach2' she said to him, on,
day.
mo" he answered. "But if you will b.
mypupil, it would be indeed a pleasure.
And your termsY
His face flushed.
Il need no gold" he responded. ut !
thst some day you shall hear my story
II see nothing of you, Selma" sal
Fairfax Fairly, during this time. DO yo
forget that | have some claims
mo, | forget nothing, she said.
But there was sadness rather than hal
piness IN her tone.
Are you not ready to give me you
answer, dearY' the man continued. "Wh
do you hold me in suspense? Why may
not have the sweet promise that | crave !
Did she shudder !? If SO, but momentaril,
rs the sweet young voice made answe
J True it said, 'yo1 have been very pa,ien
but be so yet a little longer. Let me
sure Of myself. 1t is only for this assn
J ance, Fairfax. that | wait"
But underneath Fairfax Farly's coul
tenous calm was a seething maelstron,
burning iealously.
Two weeks later he waited outside Mi
L~ahrence's home until Herr Sieberg stot
, on the steps in the moonlight. He had be,
passing the evening with her. An no
. before, Mr. Farley had made his adieux.
/. Herr SiebergT"
! Il was his voice, addressing the n
sic'an.
:, Yes" he responded. his surprise sho'
% ing in his tone.
Il have waited for you" continued y
4 Farley, in order TO ask of you a favor.
is a grea, favor. but money need be no o
iect between IS. | am willing to pay y
any price, however fabulous and al,hcu
| know it is out Of yonr line, | want ve
much that you should play a solo at l
lit wedding
~ In the moonlight Herr Seiberg's "a
be showed a s,range paiior.
TO Al your wedding! You are to De MARI
y May | nqure TO whom !?
h. Miss Laurence is ny tetro,hed- Il
we you not heard"
" Both in question and answer rams