The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1893-07-26
THAT OLD VIOLIN.


Now / can introduce you," said Mrs.
Vincent, pulling up her ponies sharply
as she came alongside a gentleman who
was walking leisurely out of Brighton on
the London road
CDR. Manifold, this is NJ. Drascovy, of
whom / have told you. 1t is very lucky,
our meeting now, for he only stays with
ME another "a hours or so, and do want
him to see your violins. May he do sof"
"With pleasure, Mrs. Vincent. shall
only be too glad if he will see them and
perhaps bring out some of the sound that
now lies dormant in them. When will
you come, monsieur"
cat any time tomorrow that may be
convenient to you, DIR. Manifold"
"Then say after lunch, about half past
2; am not likely to be engaged them"
After few minutes conversation
they said goodby, and Mrs. Vincent
whipped up her ponies and drove into
Brighton to let her lion roar, as she
laughingly said to Drascovy, the rising
violinist, with great future before him,
so the critics said. DIR. Manifold was
something of musician and had an odd
fancy for picking up stray instruments
here and there, some Of them valuable,
others of no worth, for the doctor did
not really know enough about viofins al
ways to judge correctly their value, con-
sequently he was well pleased that M.
Drascovy should come and give his opin-
ion and play on some of them.
The violinist turned up at the appoint
ed time, and soon DIR. Manifold brought
out the first--a violin in dark mahoga-
ny. evidently old and well seasoned.
Drascovy made some alteration in the
stringing, and having tuned the instru-
ment the room was presently flooded
with perfect volume Of melody. For
some time he went on playing, then end
ed with something like a sigh and put
down the violin with nod of approval.
''Good, very good" he said
81 thought so, monsieur What is that
violin WORTH"
"Three hundred pounds at least. 1t
is beauty--one of the best l have ever
played on"
Here is another that seems to me
good. Will you try it?'
Once again there was appreciation on
the musicians face.
"And here said the doctor, lis one
picked up last year in France, and /
don't quite know what to make of it.
Somehow or other never cared
There was knock at thedoor, and the
doctors page entered.
"Bad accident, sir, in the surgery; will
you Conner
''You must excuse me, monsieur. You
will be able to amuse yourself till am
able to return. hope"
Drascovy did not reply, and the doctor
In his hurry did not notice that his guest
was gazing in speechless wonder at the
instrument that had just been shown to
him. His hand trembled as he took it
up lovingly, tenderly lis it possible"
he murmured, "the realization of my
dream, or am l still asleep? A virgin
Stradiyarius! Surely this is imagination;
it cannot be reality"
He could hardly string and tune it,
his hands so shook, but soon he took up
bow and seemed to listen entranced at
his own music. Then he put down the
violin and pressed his hand to his fore
head, pacing up and down the room.
Anon he played again and then took 1t
to the window for a better light. He.
literally caressed it with his long, thin
fingers He knew there was fame and
fortune in that instrument with one who
could do it justice. He must have it at
any cost.
But he was not rich; he could not pay
the money 1t was worth. Then he played
again, and thought came to him.
He would dissemble. The doctor did
not know its worth. He would not tell
him, but he would hint that he would
buy it. His resolve taken, he had time
to calm himself before the doctor reap
peared, and then they went ON talking,
Drascovy hardly able to take his eyes
off the Stradiyarins. Presently he rose
to go.
Eyes, your two instruments are good,
very good. BY the bye, would you care
to part with the third?" making des-
perate effort to appear calm. 81 have a
pupil should like it for"
ooh, well, yes; don't mind, if you
will fix what You consider a fair pricew
Drascovy WINGED.
"Ten pounds?' he asked.
eyes, if you judge that to be its
WORTH
He took the violin home to Mrs. Vim
cent, but he did not tell her much about
it. He went to his room, and for the
next "a hours he never left it. Once
they took him something to eat, but he
sat or stood and played till Mrs. Vim
cent was quite vexed only as she said
you never could tell what genius was
going to do next. She supposed he had
an inspiration.
"My dear M. Drascovy! Can 1t be two
years since we saw you in Brighton?
Are you never coming to see me again?
All my friends are anxious to congratu-
late you on your late phenomenal sue
cesses, so do come and dine with me on
Tuesday or any day you like to name.
Now, shall really take no refusal. By
the bye, have you heard Of poor DIR.
Manfield's sudden death--heart disease?
His daughter is with me now. She was
left SO very poor, for he was deeply in
debt. should like you to see her. Sin
cerely yours, Mildred Vincent"
Could he meet her, Drascovy thought,
the daughter of the man he had defraud-
ed. Mol He would refuse, and yet as
he sat down to write the note something
made him accept.
he was not q happy man. Through
all his great success, due SO largely II
that wonderful violin, there had been
the skeleton at the feast, and now the
doctor was dead and his daughter nm
provided for, living, it seemel, on charity
I'M. Drascovy-Miss Manifold" said
Mrs. Vincent.
| He saw a tall. queenly woman, with
lustrous brown eyes and bright, fair hair
dressed In deep black gown, relieved
| by the least touch Of white about thu