Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-21

are those that are After all, the fairies,
or whatever they may be, who can freely
! give man song like that would scarcely
leave him to starve before it could be
heard.
So he put away his pile of manuscript
and went out for a solitary meal. And
Mabel? Well, in the first place, it wa.
well she was not in the way to take the
bloom off the moment of triumph by imper.
feet sympathy; and, in the second place,
he wanted to be alone with himself to re-
cover himself from his fever, and to revel
in what had come to him. What a marvel
GUS change had come over even the streets
of London, now that he paced them no
longer as beaten man, but as conqueror!
The rumble of the vehicles swelled in his
ears into the roar of applause; the flare of
the gas mellowed into the light of glory;
| every passerby seemed to be thinking the
same thought aloud-and it was: There
| goes Denis Warren, the greatest musician
| in the whole worldp'
After so sharp spell of excitement, it
| was only natural that he should rest little
| upon his future laurels, so that some sort of
| equilibrium should be restored between
Denis Warren, the great musician, and
Denis Warren, the man. As it was, the two
| scarcely knew one another; they needed
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his own work, talked pleasantly enough to
Mabel between whiles, rambled about a
good deal, and came to take for granted the
otherwise singular fact that though one
cannot ramble about for nothing, he never
found his pocket empty. He had often won
dered at the same thing in the case of men
who, to his own knowledge, had neither
means nor earnings, and yet were never
without coin for their pleasures--all
who have ever set foot in Bohemia have
been exercised by the same riddle,
but, though the riddle remained as
lnexpllcable as ever. the fact, In
his own case, seemed entirely natural,
and in accord with the fitness Of things. For
that matter, other men began to lind it
natural IN MS case also; and ne began, In
ADDITION TO those OF wealth, to foretaste the
pleasures OF popnlaTity-which chiefly con-
sist, as everybody knows, in giving drink
to the thirsty and in the philanthropic ap-
plication OF small change. There were soon
scores of men whose judgment the critics
never thought OF disputing,. who were any
hour ready to swear to his face that his
great work had only to come forth, be
heard, and conquer. For though no human
being has as yet heard note OF it, he had
begun to boast of it little, SO far as the
proverbial modesty of true genius allowed:
1t must be confessed that this new life OF
his was in some ways unwholesome, in COM
parison with his days of patient battle. His
evenings, Tor example, became anything but
domestic. But then one can purchase SO
much more sympathy out of doors than is
given to one at home.
Still, he could not go on anticipating
glory Tor ever, even with the help OF q
pocket where, In that mysterious manner,
silver, and even gold, seemed to breed. Be-
sides his name, from having been unknown
except to himself, had somehow got into
the air. Such thing does happen some
times-and when it does, then is the time
for action.
In short, fame as we'll as fortune seemed,
without any exception of his own, to be
showering themselves upon Denis Warren
even before they are due. As If touched
by a magic Rod, the very tradesman-a very
great tradesman, indeed-who had refused
his latest pot boiler-had of his own
accord asked for an introduction to
the work, of which e1pectant rumors
of his unheard magic had ex-
hailed, like the perfume of an inyisi-
BILE flower. The introduction had been
arranged; and Denis departed from a
preliminary interview in state of thor
ough confidence in himself and satisfaction
with world which had surely been grossly
libeled when charged with being hard and
cold
The air of the streets was cold however.
this raw and misty November evening. at
least for all whose cloak of self-esteem was
less weather proof than Denis Warren's.
As it was, he could afford comfortably his
habit of lingering as he walked when his
thoughts were pleasant, and of taking
roundabout roads for the further pleasure
of making such thouphts the longer II
was certainly not for the sake of getting
quickly to anywhere that instead Of keep
ing to the main thoroughfare, he turned
into quiet roadway divided from it by a
low wall and a narrow strip of garden
planted bv shrubs and trees. It was a
dimly lighted terrace of tall houses. made
darker by the trees and the grav mist, in
which he could hum to himself that won
derful air, which was the source and the
soul of his great work without being dis
turbed-for he fell to it as a lover
Undisturbed! Is there an inch of LON
don where even the deaf can count upon a
moment which he shall be- free o to sav spVH aI T
will do this" however small a thing .sthis"
may be? Hardly had he begun to feel alone
than there rose out of the gray silence a
woman's voice in song-so bright, so clear.
SO fresh, q voice that be even forgot himself
in sudden wonder whence it could come.
And when he knew, it was to forget himself
in further surprise. Not quite within the
shadow of the trees, and near enough to be
more to be no more than softened by the
mist, stood . slender form draped in black.
perfectly still: and thence the song came
and its slight SUPPORT of tinklinp chords