The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-07-31
ART AND LOVE.


eight wears what is he TO do with her?
This was the question that puzzled Frank
Curtis He remembered his sister as 6
very pretty little girl, though he had not
seen her for three years. There was no
help for IT, Frank saw that matrimony
for him was imminent.
About this time he made a trip with the
Cutler family; they were rich and self
made, worshipping their maker and the
household consisted Of father, mother,
and daughter, still under p. Joseph
Cutler, Of Cutler. Sheffield & Co, was re-
puted worth s., 900, 000 of which one at
least the golden youth hoped would be
settled on his daughter as a bride. Not
very clever, not very pretty, she at least
knew that her money could buy her what
ever she wanted in the way of husband,
and she was content to wait until chance
should bring her the man who most nearly
resembled her ideal.
Frank Curtis wOOing was brief after he
had once decided that Lizzie Cutters
money would provide a luxurious home
for himself and his sister. He had a
small income Of his own and was con
sidered clever in his profession. Con,
gratulations began to pour in thick and
fast on the pair when a 500, 600 house
began to rise at Mr.. Cutters expense, TO
be ready for the young couple On their re-
turn from their bridal trip. They were
to take in Clara Curtis commencement
as they Travelled, and bring her home with
them.
Frank was agreeably surprised at his
sisters appearance when he and MS
bride arrived at her school In a vague,
masculine way he felt that she and Lizzie
did not seem very congenial. but he sup
posed that would wear off after little.
~Of course you are coming tonight,
said Clara Its our concert play, "
she confined, dimpling and blushing, "a
duetfor violin and piano with MI HE'D.
mann.
and to sit through a whole evening OF
school girl playing and singing was
sacrifice on the altar of fraternal affection
and the prOprieties AS for Lizzie, she
always frankly avowed that good music
sent her to sleep. But she became sud
denly attentive, and so did Frank, when
Clara appeared with the violin and the
professor took the piano. Frank heard
genius in the moaning and wailing under
her hands of that most perfect IN
strument. If she had been pretty
before, she became TRANSPORTED now.
He wondered how she felt standing be,
fore all those people of whom, perhaps,
not one in ten understood what she was
PLAYING. but the novelty Of the thing,
tho sweet face lovingly pressed against the
the strings, brought down the house. She
was the success of the evening, and had
her first taste of that Intoxicating drink
the applause of the multitude.
Il congratulate you. said her brother.
II was proud of you to night
"Clara, Professor Max wants us all in
the mushroom, " said one of her COM
panions, and Nj. and Mrs. Curtis were
left alone, while Clara and her fellow
performers pursued their way to
the presence Of the professor of music
and German, a fair-haired, powerfully
built man of 81 or 80 years, known among
his fiuttering pupils as Professor Max,
and addressed by them as Mr.. Heldmann.
He congratulated them on their success,
and then dismissed all but Clara
4 have told YOU many times now al
ready, Miss Curtis, he said You have
genius that you should cultivate l ad
wise you that you go to Europe and
study"
BE professional player2" said Clara.
with wide eyes. What would my
brother say2"
Talk to him about it He will yield.
break from your friends. love; you
smother such talent? And for
what? That foolish men make love
to You in a ball room, and you marry and
die like other women What Tor a career
is that for you? l love you tell you
so. but you must not love me- give you
to art y GU must love some day, other
wise your playing will always lack; then
YOU will know what / have done in leav-
ing you free from my love, for ask moth
ing back. All that / can do to help you
will ] do. on must call on me when
you need me, and when you have the
world at your feet after your triumph,
think once at home of the man who first
set free the fluttering wings of your
genius Remember what l tell you.
Clara. bewildered and frightened, only
saw the tears dim his bright blue eyes,
only felt two bearded lips on her cold
hands, and she was alone with the menu
DRY of her first love affair. She went
home with her brother and his wife, was
called upon, went TO balls, entered upon a
round of gayeties appropriate to girl
upon her first season, under the caperon-
age of a sister-in-law, whose prestige OF
wealth cast a glamour over her Men
thought her quiet and transcendental;
women, shy and Uninteresting She prac-
ticed necessarily, much to the disgust OF
Lizzie. who declared to her husband that
the scraping of Clara's fiddle drove her
crazy. Every day only proved more con.
clusively that she and her sister-in law
were made of different clay.
That conversation with Heldmann in
INC HUSH IOOl ACCulItu " NAdAd d5dih
and again
Another thing troubled her, and that
was the very evident desire of Frank and
Lizzie to see her married She had noticed
that Harry Bennett, a friend of her
brother, was beginning to act toward heI
very much as poor Professor Max had be
haved before his explanation in the music
room She liked Harry, but what he saw
in her TO care for in that way puzzled
her greatly.
He called one afternoon and found
Clara practicing. Confess that yoJ
don't really like that stuff, " he said, a.
she laid aside the violin. EOu only play
it because you think you ought to.
1T is the best part of my life, she an
swered gravely; the only part that fee
is worth living
4 know, said Harry. All yount
girls think they ought to live for some
thing. That's part Of their boarding
school training; but l have been hoping
for months that we might try life to
gether You shall do just as you like
practice all day long if you want TO. "
Don't think that | am ungrateful,
said Clara. in low voice; but l can
indeed can't Musicians tell me that
can, If l will, become great vlolinlst
shall open the subject to my brother TN
very evening.
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