The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1891-10-17
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in Kate Fields Washington

IL the celebrated orchestra, mas
ter of those musical magi-
clans who turned an ordinary
ninctrcnth-crntury evening into cNquis
itc, indclinablc enjoyment, was Il re-
served, rcvercnt man, living to con-
template and interpret the work left by
the giants of more heroic days. There
were grave men in his orchestra. young
and old, who could suggest wonderful
thoughts with the motion of bow
across II string, or carry soul to the
gates of Heaven on the ycarning, quiv-
oring aspiration of Il long drawn note.
Herr IIamerliug's daughter had II
voice OF such Incompatible sweetness
and sadness that to listen to her sing
ing took away, for II time, all desire of
earthly pleasure. Were you lover in
the spring, her voice would make
you doubt your bliss.
She was small creature, with II
figure childish in its lack of develop
ment. Her dark, thin face was won-
derfully expressive, and the cropped
curls of short black hair gave the pretty
head II boyishly youthful appearance,
although Hedwig lIamerling was four
and-twenty.
There was current report that she
vowed herself to Il single life until she
should meet the realization of her ideal
musician. lie might be young or old,
rich or poor, handsome or Il marvel OF
ugliness, but the rare soul of musi-
clan he must possess, and the power to
compel recognition.
George Biicher, small and slight,
with his great brown beard and nous
tache and silent mysterious air, brought
| his either and for while played three
times II week ut Herr ilamerling' $
sweet little songs, gay waltzcs, and al
his rcpcrtory; for Biicher was cclc-
bratcd, and could command an audi
encc at pleasure. He was u young
man who made few friends. He hac
Il sweet smile, which iIcdwIg invaria.
bly, answered, having Il smile of hcl
own. When, nj last Gcorg Biicher PM
his music into words, IIcdwig VOWED
she had not understood, beng unfa
miliar with the either; so they smile,
swcetly into each others faces for tn,
last time, and Biichcr took his zith"l
under his arm and went away.
"Why, 'lis nice little instrument
said Herr IIamcrlin%, doubtfully, ant
his daughter replied:
ga nice little iustrumcnt--ycs. Bu
do not like the Either"
For three months following she play
ed accompanimrntS for the flute: bu
when the llutiSt suggested, with tear
and broken sentences, that the arrange
mcnt be mGdc permanent, and that sh'
play his accompaniment until the in
cvitable should put a stop 10 the llut
ing, she suddenly discoved an antipath.
to the occupation.
"Ach," said her father, '.The flute
why not? A master did not disdain t.
compose for II flute; why should yo1
look with Scorn upon it?N
81 do not like the Flute" was tn
only reason she could or would give
So il went on until she had refuse,
half the instruments IN the orchestra
and only the first violin was supposed
invulncrablc. At last he, two, begal
to spend spare moments ut Herr Ham
crling's, and rs the days passed h
played TO one rs he had never playc
to thousands. lIcdwig, gratIicd, flat
tered ut this notice. lived III II world q
fancy for while, weaving wondcrfr
ideals and theories about the voice {
the violin.
"Oh!n she told herself, ''it is like
soul that has in some marvellous way gC
into Heaven still clothed in the llesl
and after all Is not happy there, bt
= cause the flesh remembers the wOrl
and there is something lett behind fo
whose loss even Heaven, the Blcssc
Mother and God Himself do not con
!, pcnsate. ought to be Il happy woman
| am happy. No one had ever yet h'
ideal realized, but still--'
Shortly ;.fterward, Il share in IL
$ genius, fame, future promise-and ;
: much of the heart as any reasonab
- woman could eXpect-of this man WEI
offered her.
+ 81 am Il miserable, wretched, incOl
sistent creature she honestly co
- fessed. 81 have thought it would
the grandest thing in the world to po
- sess all this, but now
:; lie went away and played better tn;
II II ever; he probably reached the goal
:. his ambition the sooner for his disa
" " pOintmcnt. Like all natures laws,t
:. of compensation has Il wonderful el
ment of Justice in il.
oIIow!'' cried Herr IIamcrlin
moved beyond his wont when he hca
r. the result. .Iiebcr IIimmel! VIII
ID do you expect? Shall Beethoven con
Il again for you? Shall Chopin rise fro
bis gravco You refused him as y
II did the othrrS-thc Either, the Flu
e. and the rest? He will be great
nowncd-and you refused him! lo
lc May ask why?
:. IIrdwig covered her face with h
ii hands. Tears fell through her finger
II am afraid. she sobhcd, ''thal
ic do not love the Violin aS | thought
did.
each, SOL" replied her father :;
pr castically
nL After this, ITcdwig's voice bcca
~ weaker and more divimrly sad th
ly ever; people who found it II luxury
shed tears crowded the church whe
.h" sang and wcr" easily nduIg"d.
GIN Herr liamcrling's orchestra, ii
position rs insignificant It's poSSih
" V played Ott" Won Wilding. 1t was
matter OF wonder how he succeeded
} getting his place, but this was the So
/. instance in which merit was sacrilic
a to II personal friendship, rs far rs
:" conductor was concerned. Not Il
Wilding did absolute harm, or pla'
false notes i'll that glorious company
musicians. .but-hr WAS not one of the
r one might recognize the fact by
!. bOwlng, or by the way he held