Evening star., 1897-01-30

etHrsed bad taste, If you ask me-"
clan and myself are unrecognized by the
mob of ,mmonplace people OF whom you
are SO distinguished representative" C1
fiatter myself l had him there whispered
Barney aside to the lady on his right)
Yes. my boy. the day will come when you
will be proud to say you were invited TO
these receptions. which L intend to make
one of the artistic features of London So
ciety."
why. Barney" protested the young man.
I'm proud of IL now 1 make myself OBJ
jectionable in all my clubs by continually
Dragging that you smile upon me. claim
that you are in art what the Universal
Provider is IN commerce
DO get him to play something while we
are resting, murnlured the lady, thus pour
ing oil on the troubled waters.
Langly sat at the piano. a disconsoiate
figure, paying no attention to the hum of
conversation around him. His thoughts
were far away, in the squalid room where
the dead girl lay. Barney hustled up to
him. and the musician came to himself
with start on being spoken to.
Here are several Hungarian mazurkas-
weird things-youll like 'em. Just polish
of few for us while We have some tea,
will you? They are all complimenting your
playing-they're people TO know good
thing when they hear it. Won't you have
some refreshments yourself before you be-
gin?"
Langly shook his head and began playing
the Hungarian music. Barney sat down
again DtSiue the Lduy, ShllllnS Win SdtiS-
faction at being able to pose the patron
of so accomplished musician. The lady
leaned her chin on her hand and listened
intently.
kas," she Whispered softly. He brings out
that diabolical touch which seems to be in
much of the Polish and Hungarian music
Yes" assented Barney. cordially. me
does play like the devil. yet he Is an Or
ganist in a church. All. well. 1 suppose
Beelzebub looks after our music as he does
our morals"
who? Satan?''
NO. no. You know very well I'm speak
ing Of the organist.'
Composed; well. rather. He's an unrec-
Ognfzed genius, but L IN going 10 look after
his recognition I'm going to bring out
some OF his works. if he'll let me. He's a
very modest man, and
Another likeness to yourself"
Exactly, exactly. I'm always pushing
other people forward and neglecting my
own interests; still. I'll arrive some of these
days and astcnish you all. don't you know.
You see, our set doesn't produce men OF
genius like that organist. The upper ten
never produced Shakespeare
Il thought il did. Didn't Lord Bacon
write Shakes speare?H
No. he didn't. I've looked up that ques-
tion, but there's nothing in 1t, don't you
know. No. the really great men come from
the common people The world doesn't
know where to look for them, but do and
my society TO the aristocracy, but for my
geniuses TO the democracy
But II society does not produce great
men, how do you hope to Become the great
est of paiatersT'
'.Ah, paintings different thing, dom
you know 1t has always been the gentle.
mans art Leonardo and all of those chap.
eere great swells. Rubens-Or was 1t II
tisn?-ore Of them, anyhow, went as am
bassadOr to the court of Spain in grea
pomp. Painters have always been the com
rarlons of kings. But 1 say, let US have
smother dance"
Once more the dreamy waltz music min
gltd with the swish-swish of slIken skirts
sibilsnt on the polished floor. Langiy near
iy always lost himself in whatever musi,
lie played, but now il merely dulled hi!
SORROW, and an undertone Of deep grief la,
beneath the frivolous harmony that ripple6
so smoothly and sweetly from the piano
an undertone heard by none save himself
Merry laughter. and now and then a whls
pered phrase as the dancers swung close [,
where he sat, fell on his unheeding ear. AM
lie wished his task were DONE so that h.
night face again the long walk lying be
fore him He chided himself as being un
grateful. when II seemed hard that at thi
time he should be called upon to ministe
10 the amusement OF pleasure-lovin
Itrty. for he remembered t3at the Hebrey
Lad toiled seven years uncomplainingly 70
the woman he loved; so why should h
grudge an afternoon, when the object wa
practically the same although hope cheere
the longer task. and despair clouded tn
shorterE Each in his way labored for hi
love, living and dead.
The heavy hand of Barney came dow
boisterously on the thinly clad shoulder @
the player. and partially aroused him fror
his bitter reyerie.
First rate. my boy, first rate, You'v
done nobiy. and every one is delighted
eharmed,-they are indeed. I assure you
Now they're say!ng goodbye so give us
rousing march for the farewell-anythin
you like-something of your own would b
just the thing: you know what mean
march with q suggestion of regret in II.
sorry they're going. don't you know"
Barney hurried back to his guests, shal
Ing hands, asking them to come again. an