The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1896-06-30

WHAT htdttllueS3 and melOdlDuS beauty
the four parts flowed together in the
noble andantcl What joyous sweep and
fcrvor in the allogrol What glorious.
reckless abandon i'm the schcrzo, and
what exquisite fullnoss and richness of
consonance in the grand and simple
themel The pastor had never i'm his life
enjoyed Beethoven as he did this even
ing. It was not that Mr. Falck's play
ing was in any wise remarkable But be
was not only mechanically but also
mentally in tune with the music and
that little breath of inspiration gave
warmth and color e. his performance,
which hitherto had been cold and color
less llulda, too, who was profoundly
musical, felt herself hurried ON as if by
a magic impulse. Her fingers seemed to
move in accordance with higher VIII
than her own and produce the most
thrilling effects. Now and then the
beauty Of some particularly noble pas
sage would ripple with q delicious shud-
der down her spine, and tho strain
would steal into her blood and make her
pulses bound to the changing measure
Of her theme But what was above all
glorious was certain rhythmical intox-
ication as tho four united parts swept
on in magnificent unity as il sWayod
by one harmonious impulse.
1t was 10 O'Clock Ca very late hour i'm
n country parsonage before the pastor
put down his violin and with many ca
rcssing touches swathed it i'm "a silk cloth
before depositing it in its case, lined
with green baizc. He was in such 70
glow Of pleasure that he heard or saw
nothing that went ON about him, but
only hummod with waving gestures
snatches Of reminiscent melody.
But, my dear Mr.. Falck, hc cried,
scizing the curate with friendly veho-
mence by the lapel of his coat eve
must get to know each other, You and l.
To be frank, 1 have until today regard
ed you as a musical amateur 1 had no
idea you could play like that Why have
you hidden your light undor a bushelY'
4 have not done SO purp0sely, Mr
Falck replied yisibly Withdrawing like
a turtle into his she'll
Well tnen, You have simply been
bewitched There has been some evil
spell upon you which has disguised you,
with bear skin, as IL were But now
l should like 10 know who has broken
the spell and revealed the prince.
II don't know, I'm sure. Mr. Pastor
l have always played as well as l could,
and if tonight l have succeeded nploos.
ing you l think il must be duo To your
own mood rather than TO any skill OK
mine.
"Oh, fiddlesticks! Don't try TO catch
so old "A bird as l ann in, so clumsy a
trap. However l have no business TO
pry into your secrets. Good night" "
He kissed his two daughters, lighted
his long meerschaum pipe and walked
into his office, where he was in the
habit Of working for an hour before go
ing 10 bed. Magda, soizing one Of the
three armed candlesticks upon the piano,
lighted his way through the duslzy hall,
leaving Falck and Hulda alone in tho
parlor.
The air seemed charged with excite
ment 10 both Of them as soon as they
found themselves tete-a-tete. Hulda, in
whose nerves the music was still vibrat-
ing, stood at the piano which she was
closing, and the big lamp, which was
the only remaining light in the room,
projected her shadow, huge and strange
~ distorted, upon the opposite wall
She was debating in her mind whether
she should yield 10 the impulse which
bade her remain and encourage the cu-
rate in his infatuatiun, or whether she
should obey her nOblcr self, which bado
her resist the temptation She well knew
that Mr. Falck was a man of too small
caliber 10 fotter her wayward fancy
and sho was well acquainted, too, with
the line Of conduct which duty demand
ed. But somehow q complex feeling,
being in part the mere feminine desire
for conquest and in part a vague, emo
tional yearning, overrulcd all her scru-
pies and made her do the thing which
she had determined not 20 do. It wac
as l have said, the music in her blood
a sweet irresistible rhythm which
throbbed in the air, n her brain and in
her heart
"Mr Falck, she said, turning
abruptly about and showing him a faee
from every inch Of which smiles were
breaking, tell me what made you want
70 become a clergyman.
why, how do you meany' he in
quired, startled by the suddenness Of
the query.
"Why, / mean Of course why didn't
you become a doctor or an army officer
or---oT--something nice?' she finished,
laughing.
'Ihen you don't think it nice 70 be
elergymanf"
why, yes. Of course. When papa is
II Clergyman, how could think it other
wiser"
Then, if you viii pardon me, am
afraid fail TO catch your meaning.
Nov, please, Mr. Falck, don't be
stupid, she begged with comic urgency
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