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

sulting Frank, and they received no more
communications They learned through
an ever-vigilant press that Miss Curtis,
young American girl, had. as CARA An
selma, made brilliant debut ab- lad. anu
after that they lost sight of her for several
years taking up his paper 0ne morn
ing Frank discovered that the celebrated
yiolinist, Nine. Clara Anselmo and the
great Polish pianist and composer, PM
ippe Noel, who rivaled Chopin in his
delicate fancy and the strain OF French
blood that gave him his name, had oeen
engaged for a series Of concerts
at is the worst possible taste for her 70
come back here" said Lizzie. OF
course, you will take no notice.
Most people have forgotten her exist
eDce by this time, " said Frank, deprecat.
ingly. L shouldn't dream Of your GO
ing, but think / shall 60 and hear her
play. H.,
Bennett and his pretty iance, unconscious
of anv interest but music on Harrys
part. for Clara was years before her Gay.
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
oniet as ever. except that 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 Ieldmann was right. This was her
world, the career for viii b she was born.
The audience was reused TO Juror by the
violin and piano duet composed by noel
and played by him and 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 1t 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 l 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, Mr.. Bennett
Frank was startled and Harry dismayed.
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 engagement, murmuring
in French to Clara: " You VIII 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-
III, I Of r,oalZa q coaOnn oftnTnNt
sidering our parting
Sent back" began Frank; then re
membering Harry's presence. and con
occurring 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 suppose;
My debut was wonderfully successful.
may tell you that without conceit. They
said / was a full-hedged 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 ca
pacity, and leave it all here" She held
out her hands with quaint foreign gest-
ure / am happy. Then Philippe y
she paused a moment and went On-"mu-
sic gave us to each other. His first COM
position was dedicated to me, and never
play anything so well 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 l cannot tell
you; but the universe is in it, and when
words are too feeble we play together
he and l. a."
She had risen, and stood before chem
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 husband 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
! to Art and to Love.