Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1885-09-12
She was the same Clara. simple and

She was the same Tiara, simple ana
quiet as ever, except that q close OBJ
server could see added power sin her
serene forehead and direct gaze But
once in the full tide Of sound she seemed
TO become etherealized with exciterent
and delight. Max Heldmann was rSn,.
This was her world, the career for which
she was born The audience was reused
to furor by the violin and piano duet
composed by Noel and played by him
and Clara Even Harry could not but
feel the sympathy and perfect accord
between the two He turned TO the
pretty girl by his side and knew that she
was ali his, but he felt that if 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 hotel0parlor, and they went
together to her rooms, annoyed to find
early as it was, the pianoist Noel was
already 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, | am very, very glad to see you.
I didn't nope for this, she said, giving
him an aflcctionate kiss, and holding
out her hand to Harry This is my
husband, NJ Noel Philippe, my brother,
Mr. Curtis, and his friend, Mr.. Ben
nett"
Frank was startled and Harry dis
mayed. Something still stirred in the
depths of his heart for her in spite
Of the seven years and the new love.
Noel excused himself[on plea of an en-
gngemen., murmuring in French to
Clara "You will do better without me, =
and departed.
l"And you never sent me a word of
the change in your life, Clara" said
Frank, reproachfully.
swered, and blushcd a little "'W hen
my first letter was sent back unopened,
naturally did not make a second at
tempt, considering our parting"
'Sent back :" began Frank; then re-
membering Harrys presence, and con,
jecturine Lizzie's work, he said hastily:
''Forgive me; tell me about yourself
now
''If you care to hear. Mr. Bennett, you
won't be bored No? Well, studied
hard, night and day, as you may sup
pose. My debut was wonderfully sue
cessful. I may tell you that without
conceit They said | was full tedge
artist, and the house fairly rocked with
applause. You cannot imagine the
triumph, the bliss TO know that YOU
have 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 capacity,
and leave it all here She held ont
her hands with quaint foreign gesture.
II am happy, Then Philippe she
paused moment and went OF music
gave us to each other. His first
composition was dedicated to me,
and | never played 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
divineness of music, and | cannot tell
YOU; but the universe is in it, and when
words are too feeble we play together
he ard II
She had risen, and stood before them
with loosely clasped hands and far away
eyes. Frank, in his well-fed. placid,
domestic life; Harry, in his struggle for
the almighty dollar and his tranquil en-
gaeement, could not follow her if they
tried, and they did not try. They
vaguely felt that she lived in an atmos
phere 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 90, 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 sIf bent
his face above her hair, in her het.t she
blessed Max Heldmann, who hI given
her TO art and TO love
y Securing His Notes.
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