Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-11-25

vulgsrity and the tewdriness Of their sur
the guttering candles in their
sconces, the bik.rre figures, the unmesn.
ing faces seemed to be Whirled far into
distant space. They were alone with
night and nature; 1t was they who were
Still; all else hsd receded in vanishing
perspective of dull reality, in which they
had no part.
Play on, o wall of Strauss! Whirl
On, o Iva and youth! For you cannot
whirl so swiftly bu: that this receding
world will return sgAin with narrowing
circle to hem you in. Faster, o cracked
clarione,! Louder. o too orszeu bas-
soon! Keep okck, Q dull sad earthly en-
vlronment, till master and pupil have
dreamed their foolish dream!
They are in fancy, alone On the river
bank, only the round moon Shove them
and their linked shadows family latter
ing In the stream. They have drawn 30
clos ely together now that her arm Is en-
circlipg his neck, her soft eyes uplifsed
like the moons reflection and browning
into his; closer and closer till their hearts
stop beating and their lips have met in q
first kiss. Faster, q little feet! swing
clear, o Cressy's SKIRT AID keep the mar
rowing circle bscBl They are
again alone; the judges dsis
and the emblsz onirg of the state
caught In single whirlipg fash
OF consciousL ess are changed to
an altar, seen dimiy through the bridal
veil that covers her iair head. There is
the murmur of voices mingling two lives
in one. They turn and pass proudly
down between the aisles Of wondering
festal faces. Ar, the circle is drawing
closer. One more quick whirl to keep
them bacE, o flying skirt and d:inty-
winged feet! Too latei The music stops.
The tawdry walls shut in again, the vul>
gar crowds return, they stand pale and
quiet, the centre of a ring Of GREATNESS,
admiripg, frightened or forbiddIng faces.
Her arms fold like wings at herr side. The
waltz Is over.
A shrill feminine chorus asssil her with
praises, struck here and there with me-
tallic ring Of envy; dozen ell daring
cavaliers, made reckless by her grace and
besuty, clsmor for her hand in the next
waltz She replies, not to them, but to
him, "Not again." and slips away in the
crowd with that strange new shyness that
of afl her transformation seems the most
delicious. Yet 50 conscious are they OF
their mutual passion that they do not
miss each other, and he turns away Es
If their next meeting were already an
appointed trys.. A few congratulate
him on his skill. Johnny's paragon
looks kf!er him curlously; certain
elders shake hands with him perplex ably,
as II rot quite sure CT the professional
consistency CT his performance. Those
charming tide walters on s1ciRl success,
the fair, Ertfully mingling expectation
with compliment, only extract from him
the Laughing statement that this one
wal'z WAS the single exception SLOWED
him from the Eule OF his professional con-
duct, and he refers them to his elder
critics. single face, loutiEh, looming,
snd vindiciive, stands out among the
crowd-the face of Seth Davis. He had
not seen him sirce he left the school;
he had forgotten his existence; even
now he only remembered his sue.
cessor, Joe Masters, and he looked
curiously around to see II that later
sutton Of CressY's was present. 1t was
not until he reached the door that he be-
gan to think seriously OF Seth Davis
salous face, and WAS reused to o siDgu-
lar indignation. "Why hadn't this great
fool ventsd his jealousy on the openly
compromising masters" be thought. He
even turned and walked back with come
vaguely aggressive instinct, but the young
man had disappeared. With this incident
still in his mind he came upon Uncle Ben
and Hiram McKinstry, standing among
the spectators in the doorway. WhY
might not UEc!e Ben be jealous too2
nd Ia
peared so compromising, why should not
slbeit, MIX nstry usually exhibited .
vigue unregsoning contempt fer U1cle
Ber-Iere unanimous in tnelr cor grstu-
!ations and ouispcken admiration.
"When I seed you sail in, Mr. Ford"
said U1cle Ber, with abstract rlf:ctive-
ness. al SEE TO the fellers, lie low boys,
and you'll see style' Aud when you put
on them fist s:ep0, ssz, 'thS.'s French
the lstest high.toued French style
outer the best masters, snd-aud outer
the best books. For why?' sell. It's
the ssne long, sliding stroke you see In
his copies. There's tins. long up sweep,
and that easy curve to the right with nc
hitch. "That's the sortor swing he hez
in re.din' po'try too. Thst's Why IFS
ca!led the po'tTT OF mo,iop,' stz 1. And
you ken BET your boo!s, boys, IT'S 81 in
the trairin' o. education
"Mr. Ford," said Mr.. McKirs.ry
6 :ave'y, slightly waving lavender col
ored KID glove, with which !he had
elected to conceal his msiusd hand, and
st the same moment indicate fes:sl &C,
CASTOR: ~ hev to thank ye Tor the Why
ycu took cut that child o. mine, like ez
she VIZ sn ont,ied fllly. and put her
through her PAGES dcE'tdaEcs myself,
p2rtkY III that gsit--Thich take 10 be
suthin' betTiIt lope sEd csl;er-2nd
I don'i GET 20 sec much dGnctn' nowadays
On account o. bsin' Worried By stock,
bu: SEEM you two together I5t now,
suthin' came over me, and doa't think
! ever ielt SO kan in my life"
The blood rushed to the masters cheek
WITH an unexpected consciousness Ct
guilt AID shame. "Bot," he stsumered
awkwsrdly, "your daughter darces besa-
tMu'ly herself; she has certaitl7 had prac-
.ice."
"Thht," said NICK rstry, laying his
gloved hard impre ssively 0 the masters
.hou!ter, with the empty little fnger
ssiI mere emphasized oy being turned
backward in the act; "that may be
tz II q, but wanted 10 say
That 1t was the simple, essy.. tlmmily
touch thar you .gev il, Eha! toe K me. To-
srsr6 the end when pnu kind-r gathered |