The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-02-06
THAT OLD VIOLIN.


as she came alongside gentleman who
was walking leisurely out of Brighton ON
the London road.
DIR. Manifold, this is M. Drascovy, Of
whom have told you. 1t is very lucky,
our meeting now, for he only stays with
me another "a hours or 80, and do want
him to see your violins. May he do so?"
"With pleasure, Mrs. Vincent. I shall
only be too glad if he will see them and
perhaps bring out some Of the sound that
you come, monsieur"
Eat any time tomorrow that may be
convenient to you, DR.. Manifold"
"Then say after lunch, about half past
Q; am not likely to be engaged then"
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. DR.. Manifold was
something Of n 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 violins 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 DR.. Manifold brought
out the first-a violin in dark mahoga-
ny, evidently old and we'll seasoned.
Drascovy made some alteration in tho
stringinS, 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 sigh and put
down the violin with nod Of approval
Good. very good" he said
81 thought SO, monsieur. What is thai
violin WORTH
Three hundred pounds Mt least. 1t
is a bcauty-onc 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, sis one I
picked up last year i'll France, and l
don't quite know what to make of it.
Somehow or other l never cared"-
There was knock at the door, and the
doctors page entered.
Bad accident, sir, in the surgery; will
you Gomez
You must excuse me, monsieur You
will be able to anuse yourself till am
able to return. hope"
Drascovy did not reply, and the doctor
III his hurry did not notice that his guest
was gazing III speechless wonder at the
instrument that had just been shown to
MIN. His hand trcmbled rs he took it
up lovingly, tendcrly. as it possible"
he murmured, 1.-THE realization of my
dream, or am l still asleep? A virgin
Stradivarius! 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 ut
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 it
to the window for a better light. He
literally caresscd it with his long, thin
fingers. He knew there was fame and
fortune i'll that instrument with one who
could do it justice. Hc must have it at
any cost.
But he was not rich; he could not pay
the money it was worth. Then he played
again, and IL thought came to hint.
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 ewes
off the Stradivarius. Presently he rose
to 90.
YES, your two instruments are good.
very good. BY the bye, would you care
to part with the third" making a des-
perate effort to appear calm. Il have
pupil l should like it for"
"Oh, well, yes; don't mind, if Won
will fix what you consider q fair price!'
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 NJ. Drascovyl Can it be two
years since we saw you in Brighton?
Are you never coming to see me again?
All my friends are anxious to congratu-