The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-02

They we're sitting together in Scudder's little
studio one gray Sunday afternoon, writes Maude
Menefee in Hdrper's Magazine. Boecklin
had been talking in his slow desultory fashion,
while Scudder Iounged back il his old chair,
and the smoke changed from geuZy curls TO
slow drifts that hung between them. Scudder
was Just saying, as he strOlled over TO the little
north window, where the fading light flowed in
paleiy; That reminds me of something came
across not long ago. only, In this case 1t was
gri-a young thing with the face OF some one
We seen somewhere, ~ he added, muslnglY. -
heard you were to rehearse for the Christmas
festival over there he went on, with an indeh-
mite movement of his head toward somewhere
outside the lutte window, 80 | went over, and
at the door | met Chisholm and he took me up
to seat with tue tenors, and, after while.
noticed this girl at the end of the row OF 80
prhnos near us. Her shabby attempt at the
picturesque in the things she had on-a little
t1Ce soft something she'd wound around her
throat, aid her hat, he added vaguely-"made
her stand out from the rest, and somehow l
fell to studying her"
He knocked the ashes out Of his pipe. and
began reilling it from rude box on the sill.
AT first / thought she was merely listless and
something" He struck match on the win
dow casing, and he held it over the bowl of
bis pipe it flashed his pale face out Of the
gloom and showed Boecklin lounginR back, with
his hands elapsed behind his head. 81 liked 1t,
you know, because there we're none of the vul-
gar marks of expectancy; her eyes were on a
little, but she wasn't looking toward anything.
and she was merely quiet, with just a sug ges-
ton of tense Stralning for-fJr what she looked
for. And after a while he came. knew he
had come, because she had dropped back
slowly, and she made sort of indefinite move
ment OF her hand toward-nothing, ana tae
strained quiet gave way to sort of-ot mut-
fed vibration. l was so near that it was all
plain to me-"
After he had pulled for few moments In
silence he took the pipe from his mouth, ami
examined the bowl casually.
lie was one of tie violinlsts." He paused
again, and smiled slowly.
"Once when she saw that he looked her way,
she turned to the woman near her and said
something-some little thing, wishing to i'm
press him, fancy, with the fact that she was
thinking of him. But he was not looking at her;
as far az l could tell, he never once saw her.
He had the habit all you fddlers have, Boeck-
lin, of-when the 'celloS or the others take the
theme, and you rest for some measures-of
staring off over the audience or the chorus, as
though you were looking for some one, and
once-he smiled aud bowed to some one sitting
with the altos. It's a very trivial thing when
you think of it, butt was a blow to her l
suppose in her mind he had stood wholly alone
and unrelated until tben-that's how ! make il
out-and when sbe.sAw there were-others, it
was blow. She mad been singing along until
then" He was gazing down abstractedly
at the glowing end OF Boeckn's cigar as it
wsxed and waned and he did not go on.
When Boeckiln asked, With drowsY interest,"
Which Of the men was 1t? you know / know
those fellows" Scudder WINGED slightly, and
half closing his eyes. made a mental note of the
dusky, hRfdefned figure and the glowing
spark
at was YOU. ~ he said