Johnstown weekly Democrat. (Johnstown, Cambria County, Pa.) 1889-1916, 1889-08-23

seeing the other. and so Mistress Jeze-
eel and Cherry. the bird, had it all their
own way.
Life flowed on In Winslow street as it
does everywhere; little play, a great
deal OF work. Genevra, with her violin
case. went out every morning to take her
lesson, and every afternoon TO give les
sons to the few whom she had managed
to secure as pupils.
Her evenings were her own. No one,
elias, required her talent evenings-yet.
Often in the twilight, alone, with aer
violin, thoughts o: her happy, pru-I"r-
| GUS past came thronging TO her mind,
! and tears of Inconsistencies for all that
was gone filled her eyes.
Then it seemed. as though she played
her best. Wenderhoif sitting at the
window in the dusky summer evenings,
listened and knew that the girl was inn
I pr0vising.
lie was thrilled with admiration for
her power. He knew, as only music
lovers know, that lessons inf lie could
not have given her that grace and beauty
of every note
1t was nature not art.
He knew how passionately she must
love her violin to pour o in music (as
she did her very soul.
He could read almost. her thoughts
! by the melody she evoked.
Sometimes pathetic and full of exquis-
ito tenderncss-then her eyes must be
fearful. and herlips tremulous sometimes
smooth, flowing, steady, like u quiet
rYer-then her heart must be at rest
and peace sometimes daring, brilliant,
and quick-then her eager, artistic soul
must be ablaze with hopes for the future
and dreams Of fame.
And Wenderhoif bore his part in the
mutual entertainment.
one moonlight night, when a holy
hush seemed TO fill the usually noisy
street below, and Sabbath calm was in
his heart, he played the Moonlight
Sonata.
Genevra Pierson saU with hands
clasped tightly, her breath constrained,
her dark head raised slightly, listening
with all her soul, hoping it would never
cease.
When it did, she took her violin
to thank him. The little message
floated over the way and was under
stood.
Into the girls dull life of routine had
come a sweet mystery, a romance Sim
pie, beautiful.
Into Paul Wenderhoffs life had en-
tered that which should never go out
any more.
Once in a while they saw each other.
Often in the early morning, when she
tended the geranium in the window, or
/ hung up the birds cage, she met his
eyes, and bowed shy good-morning.
Sometimes they smiled at each other;
/ they could not help it, their little ac-
qHaintance was so innocent and so
unique.
The passion for music in each found re-
sponse in the other. Each was lonely
und alone. Each longed for friends and
friendship. And each by degrees found
life the sweeter for these silent morning
greetings and the twilight exchange oil
music.
For her he played his best invariably,
never anything indih'erently cxecui ed:
and when tedious, tiresome practice was
necessary the window was t!Snl closed,
much to the annoyance OF ;na parrot
Jezebel.
The girl threw her whole soul into her
music. She did not know how her vio-
lin talked to the listener opposite.
She could not know that the I, nder lit
tie messages she shyly sent sometimes
from her instrument were half under
stood.
He, on the contrary. sought with his
voice to express to her his inInost
thoughts.
How eagerly she listened, leaning
against the window-frame with closed
eyes, for the strong, familiar voice And
how her heart fluttered when the soft,
Intoxicating measures OF some wave-like
waltz floated across from his piano. The
street was too far below to hear or heed
the little by-play up among the clouds.
Life was growing sweet, indeed, to both
of them.
One evening, at a little soiree given by
the mother OF one OF Grnevra's pupils,
for the first TINE they meJ,
The hostess to supply missing num-
Der on her program, found it necessary to
improvise u duct.
Then they were introduced.
Here. Mr.. Wenderhoff, help me out,
will you not? What can you play with
Miss Pierson2 Decide on something,
please. l must leave you for moment"
WenderhoH sat down at the piano
Genevra took her violin.
As 6he gave her the their eyes met.
In that swift look they told their story
Glow delightfully."- those two play to-
gether, do they not2 What harmony
Strangers, too; how oddw
Strangers? Oh. no.
That night, as they waked home under
the stars, their hearts Were iull of happi-
ness too deep for words.
Even when they had sad goodnight,
and parted, n, sound OF music issued
from the window of either lover Their
happiness WA 100 great for even that
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