The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-06-30

Lizzie returned IL unopened, without COLI
sulting Frank, and they received no more
communications They learned through
an ever-vigilant press that Miss Curtis,
young American girl, had, as Clara An
selma, made q brilliant debut abroad. and
after that they lost sight of her for several
years. { taking up his paper one morn
ing Frank discovered that the celebrated
violinist, Nine. Clara Anselmo. and the
great Polish pianist and composer. Phil
ippe Noel, who rivaled Chopin in his
delicate fancy and the strain Of French
blood that gave him his name, had been
engaged for a series of concerts.
at is the worst possible taste for her to
come back here" said Lizzie. "Of
course, you will take no notice.
Most people have forgotten her exist
ence by this time, said Frank, deprecat
ingly Il shouldn't dream. of your GO
ing, but think l shall go and hear her
play.
He went Across the hall he saw Harry
Bennett and his pretty fance. unconscious
of any interest but music on Harry's
part, for Clara was years before her day.
Harry seemed excited and nervous, and,
in watching him, Frank forgot to look
for his sisters entrance until the welcom-
ing applause of the audience aroused
him.
She was the same Clara, simple and
quiet as ever. except that a close observer
could see added power in her serene fore
head and direct gaze. But once in the
full tide Of sound she seemed to become
etherealized with excitement and delight.
Max Ueldmann was right. This was her
world, the career for WIFI she was born.
The audience was reused TO Juror by the
violin and piano duet composed by Noel
and played by him aud Clara Even Harry
could not but feel the sympathy and per-
feet accord between the two. He turned
to the pretty girl by his side and knew
that she was all his, but he felt that it he
had married Clara she would always have
escaped from him on the wings Of music.
When she played she no longer belonged
to earth.
|. Unknown to Lizzie, Frank went to see
his sister the next morning. He met
Harry in the hotel parlor, and they went
together to her rooms, annoyed to ind,
early as it was the pianist Noel was al
ready there. apparently on an intimate
footing But perhaps he had only come
to practice He rose with Clara as the
two men came forward
Frank. l am very, very glad to see
you. / didn't hope for this, she said,
giving him an affectionate kiss and hold
ing out her hand to Harry. This is my
husband, NJ Noel, Philippe, my brother.
Mr.. Curtis, and his friend, MI. Bennett
Frank was startled and Harry dismayed
his heart for her in spite of the seven years
and the new love Noel excused himself
on a plea of an engagement, murmuring
in French to Clara: You will do better
without me, and departed
and you never sent me word Of the
change in your life, Clara, said Frank,
| reproachfully.
II had no encouragement, she an
swered, and blushed little when my
first letter was sent back unopened, natur-
ally l did not make a second attempt, con-
sidering our parting.
"Sent back" began Frank; then re
membering Harrys presence, and con-
occurring Lizzies work, he said hastily:
"ForgiVe me; tell me about yourself
now"
"If you care to hear, Mr. Bennett you
won't be bored. Nor Well, studied
hard, night and day, as you may suppose.
My debut was wonderf ully successful. /
may tell you that without conceit. They
said / was a full-fledged artist, and the
house fairly rocked with applause You
cannot imagine the, triumph, the
the power to express to others
what music says to you, and that you
| sway them with your emotions; to feel
feel to your highest and deepest ca
| pacity, and leave it all here" She held
out her hands with quaint foreign gest-
ufe am nappy. linen Hnlllppe -
| she paused a moment and went On-"mu-
sic gave us TO each other. His fist COM
position was dedicated to me, and l never
| play anything so we'll as what he writes.
/ We were married three years ago, and
he is half of my soul, as / am of his.
| Don't smile, Harry. You cannot feel the
| diSiIssdesS of music, and l cannot tell
you; but the universe is in it, and when
words are too feeble we play together
he and /. 4"
She had risen, and stood before Them
with loosely -clasped hands and PARKWAY
| eyes. Frank, In his well-fed, placid,
| domestic life; Harry. in his struggle for
the almighty dollar and his tranquil en-
| gagement, could not follow her if they
| tried, and they did not try They vaguely
| felt that she lived in an atmosphere too
rare for them; that poets write of but
never find Then Noel came back and
they rose to go.
"God bless you, Clara, wherever you
may go. said her brother in farewell.
God bless you, Clara, said Harry,
| clasping her hands.
| But when they were gone she leaned
her head against her husbands arm, with
the light still in her face, and as she bent
| his face above her hair, in her heart she
blessed Max IIcldmann, who had given her