The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1896-07-30


establishment, and she presently fCrud
herself singing duet with the Rev. Dr.
Trump. The effect was so startling that
even the reverend doctor could not help
perceiving that his hoarse grating bass
was spelling rare artistic treat, and
in the last verse he abandoned his effort
in the second line and allowed Hulda to
finish the hymn alone. Hardly had tho
last lingering note expired than all the
hushed and languid girls seemed to
wake up and thronged about her, beg
ging and imploring her TO sing some
thing else. When at last DR.. Trump
and the matron joined in urging her,
she seated herself at the piano with all
the freedom and ease of one TO the man
ner born, struck few careless chords
which seemed to vibrate through her
own nerves and coax from the maltreat-
ed instrument an unsuspcctcd stort of
melody. Then some strange impulse
the same rebellious impulse Of which
she had been conscious the first time
she sang with Olaf Brun--woke in her,
and sweet reminiscent emotion swell
ed within her breast That deep, strong
imperious craving for happiness which
Is but the mark Of a powerful nature
rose again from her soul and lent to her
Yoice an exquisite moving pathos 1t
was a Norwegian love song she sang
auiyering with tender longing and
throbbing with noble passion.
II rose in great warm waves like a
tuneful food. inundating the listeners
There was a rich, blood red glow in it,
a pure and fervid intensity, grand
beautiful simplicity Tears stole into
the eyes of the girls, and each poor
starved heart took up the sweet burden
Of the song and swelled with nameless
yearnings. There was something in the
quality Of Hulda's voice-a certain
warm cadence that went straight TO the
heart The wasted, objectless tenderness
in their bosOms was vaguely stirred, and
with IA palpitating eagerness they hug
ged each other and sighed and writhed
with an uncomprehended uneAsiness
1t was no mere moonshiny sentimental
ity that found utterance in this song,
but there beat in il the pulse Of a strong
and living passion. And as she sat
there in all the beauty of her noble Gel
manic womanhood, with the lovely ana
plitude which nature lent 10 her type,
abe looked indeed like a rose among
nettles, like a queen among chamber
maids The Rev. DIR. Trump, dull and
obtuse though he was, as he regarded
her stately neck and the great coil Of
golden hair on the back of her head,
could not help noting the splendid shape
of her figure and the richness Of the
personality she presented amid all these
inferior soul crippled waits, rescued
from among the vast heap Of human
wreokage DR.. Trump, as all these
things dawned upon him, became con
scious Of an uneasy stirring Of his phil
anthrppic instinct, which was porhap:
not unmi1ed with q purely personal at
TRACTION.
aAh, love Of my life, thou hast idndlod my SOU
! With ios that Is deen and abiding,
she sang, and though the words were
Norwegian the sentiment which inspir.
ed them is universal and needed no IN
terpreter As her voice trembled and
shook under the strain Of the over
charged feeling there was that kind OF
thrill in il which ripples with delicious
shivers down your spine. She hearc
again the other voice--a smooth, mel
baritone-mingling with hers, which
rocked blissfuliy ON its heavier tide ant
Fpso IN Joyous companipnship and soaret
IN HARMONIOUS flight She was back II
the old parsonage again, singing thi
same song with Olaf She saw the deai
face OF her father trying to be stern
but tho musical pleasure breaking
through the paternai disapprobation
The sense Of her loss returned TO he
with such terrible vividness that he
emotion came near overmastering her
A hnsxiness gathered for moment il
her throat. and the lines,