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

ssThere must be some mistake,
father. Such neglect Of you, who
have made him what he is, would be
too surprising, too base"
"SurprisingP Not at all! Basep
Yes! That this boy whom have en-
riched IN few years with all the
knowledge of n long life, whose genius
have nOurished. into whose veins
have poured the best blood OF my
heart, that this boy, in the first hour
of success, should forget his old
master, v s, It Is base" And, turning
to his daughter face down which
two tears trickled, My dear you have
seen me bear with laugh many in
gratudes, but this Is like blow from
the hand of q son; yes, the hand OF q
son.
Marta threw her arms u bout his neck.
"a little patience, dear father, little
patience and all will be explained.
The old man disengaged himself
from her embrace and began nervously
pa ing the veranda, growing more and
more agitated as he spoke.
"All is explained. This Is not the
first blow have had to bear from his
class II the teven capital sins
wanted coat OF arms ! could furnish
them with one, pen and q paint
brush, o chisel and bow. Il really
seems, Marta" Marta had taken his
arm, and was walking by his side,
1t really seems, Marta, that q curse
clings to this destable title, artist
Take Rosweini II ever human coun-
tenance bore the impress Of q noble,
simple. loyal heart, It was the
face OF that young man. Well, you
see, he hasn't taken two steps
in lis fatal career, when he turns and
shows himself traitor: he must, de-
spite himself, write down on the first
page of his artistic life c0wardly ac-
ton. The child must gain his spurs
To-day and forever, he Is an ingrate!
The old mans indignation was inter
rupted ut this moment by step In the
doorway behind him, and clear ring.
ing voice called out:
IAN migrated Who Is an ingrateP
Tell me who"
In another moment, Roswein had
grasped both his hands and was wiring
ing them violently.
All the anger died away from Ser.
toriu,' face, and, with n sigh OF RELIEF
and satisfaction, he said: Well! well!
um delighted TO see you, my boy. 1t
was this paper, this fool of paper
that announced your opera for this
evening"
well, Il was right"
"What, you ackn wledge It! Then
! think I had some right 10 expect q
mes age from You to-day, and seeing
night .pproach ] had begun TO
despair"
''Perhaps. dear master" re urned
IA l, sffe tionately, II should have
sent You your box this mt rning, but
wanted 70 bringi; to You myself, and,
at the first leisure m ment j had,
took short cut a"ross the meadowa
and here am"
Sertarius claoped hi, hands with de-
light, his face absolutely beaminR.
'-Oh! Oh! But 60 you know this
Il very serious affair, young
man? And, upon my word,
] believe you are laughing. He u
laughing. Marta! These young men
would laugh at he lannon's mouthT
"Father. dear" said Marta, quietly,
1.-THE night air Is chill, and ] must
dress ut once, II we are not TO miss the
overture" GHn
"what time does IL commence,
Karl?"
Eight o'clock. You have On hour
and half get Ihave ordered con-
veysnee for you"
@well, 20 and make yourself beau
tiful, little one. II won { take me two
minutes, and have much to say 70
Karl"
After they were comfortably seated
In the little salon and Marta had TO
tired:
s.Now tell me, my boy" said Ser
torius. what h your real opipionf