Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1894-05-12
CHAPTER III CONTINUED.

CHAPTER III CONTINUED.
The old man frowned, and replied,
q trifle testify: "If you don't wish to
cause me great pain, my child. never
join the name Of your father with that
detestable word, artist You know
how despise 1t. Yet" more slowly,
''since you have said II, will not deny
It; the god of harmony certainly pre-
sided ut my birth. Yes, there was q
time when, without being taxed with
presumption. hoped that this poor
name of Sertorius, vowed now to OBJ
security and disdain-"
"Disdain. father" exclaimed Marta,
Indignantly, Won have no right to
think so. Haven't heard the Cheva-
lier De Carnelles say twenty times that
he considered you the greatest violon-
cellist ana the finest composer OF our
times"
Sertorius smiled q gratified smile,
which he strove in vain to repress.
"Bah! Did De Carnelles say that?
He Is half fool, and what Is worse, q
man wholly wanting In manners; still,
he does understand music, i II acknowl-
edge that The greatest violoncellist!
No! He should have heard Battorelli
But where could he have heard me?
For, for twenty years, except when we
were alone my daughter. Idon't think
have played note. All! yes! 1 re-
member that one day, yielding to the
entreaties Of this mailman, ! played
for him upon the violoncello part Of
theme OF my own composition. He re-
members II, them"
"He remembers II SO well that he
has passed many an evening under the
window there, hoping TO hear you
again. He puts on the jacket and cap
OF fisherman and I'ants himself in
the shade of that jasmine, like Span
ish lover. Gertrude and have seen
him."
At this, the old mao broke into the
laugh of delighted child.
'.Ah. the ira he cried" And
for q simple theme like that!
would like Tn know what he would
say or do, II I PLAYED him only o few
bars OF my Hymn OF Calvary"
Sand when shall ] hear that famous
Hymn OF Calvary?"
1.-THE eve OF your wedding, my child,
as I have promised you. You are capa-
BILE OF approaching 1t now. but | pre-
fer TO reserve II for that occasion. All!
that will be happy moment, little
one"
Marta. after one moe vistful glance
toward the city, came and stood be-
hind the old mans chair, the to fig
ures OF youth and age forming a
charming picture in the rays Of the
setting sun.
Tut" she said, in q voice that
trembled little. IF I should not
marry. shall never hear it?"
"W ny shouldn't you marry?" asked
her father. looking up in her face.
"You q, lever and attractive, though
q little P,dve for SO young a girl. And
although. thank heaven, you will
never have To utilize them y ou possess
musical talents Tar above tn. average.
You will bring. too, to your husbands
hearth every dome,ti: virtue. And
joined TO all this my three hundred
crowns year, the annual revenue Of
my lesson. and this little house, which
! Intend to give up to you"
"Fathcr.
% cou se." patti ny her hand
gently, begging you to keep little
corner for me, for, without you,
my daughter, should have
no endowment in life. You
make the music Of my exist
ence. So, with all that, ask what
can prevent you from marrying?"
Marta, smiling, but little embar-
rassed, knelt down by his knee.
"Rut, father" she said, Indeed you
think too well of me, you would be too
difficult to please, too ambitious for
me-"
Ambitions! Good Heavens! What
ambition can have In this world ex-
cept TO see on happy? When young
man pleases you, whoever he is. will
open my arms to him, without
word"
Marta paused o moment, and then.
looking up into her fathers fare with
great serious eyes. repeated earnestly:
"Whoever he is?"
"whoever he Is" repeated the old
man. firmly. ''Such Is my confidence
In your taste and Judgment, that you
have chosen him for my son-in-law
will be enough for me. As for his pro-
fession and his social condition care
little: rich or poor. prince or peasant,
u Winters not To me: oulv understand
this, Marta, he must not have any con-
uoction with that detestable class of
artists"
At this Martha shivered q little and
turned away to hide the shade Of pal
Tor that crept over he IA %.
Choose freely, then, my child; and
since we are on this subject, have Won
no confidence to give me? ] would
hear IL with pleasure, my deaf"
mo" she said, rising to her feet;
ut In useless to speak Of It. But, look,
how beautiful the sunset Is, father"
Sertorius was silent for q moment,
thinking perhaps how symbolical the
great ball of gold slowly sinking be-
low the oiizon was Of his own life so
near its setting also.
"Yes," he said finally. "a poet
would say that the divine Phebus
was making Q stairway Of gold to de-
scend TO the watery palaces Of the
blonde mermaids There! Scold me,
scold your old father for his nonsence,
nv dear! All! Twill give that idea
10 Karl for his opera l am afraid he
VIII ind Il too ciassioal. though"
Marta turned with IN intense look
upon her face and said slowly:
by the wsv, isn't Il strange, father,
tina we have not seen Signor Roswein
for more than . week."
"Not at all! Not ut ALL" he an
swered lightly. He 10 very busy. To
be poet and composer at once h no
slight task Poor KARL he mustn't
work too hard. BE Isn't very strong"
"You have not heard that he h illf"
The asked, quickly.
ss0hi no; quite the contrary. Chsva-
Her de Carnelles, who nearly drove
over me In The street yesterday, cried
out from his carriage: Good day, /
Karl q doing splendidly.'
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