The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-01-31


shoulder of the player, and partially
aroused him from his bitter reverie.
First rate my boy, first rate
You've done nobly, and everyone is de-
ted-charmedi-they are indeed, !
assure you. Now they're saying good
! by, so give US a rousing march Tor the
farewell-anything you like-somethine
of your own would be just the thing
you know what 1 mean-a march WIN
a suggestion of regret in it-sorry
/ they're going, don't you know.
Barney hurried back to his guests
shaking hands, asking them TO come
again, and receiving gushing thanks
for a most agreeable afternoon. SUD
denly there knelled forth on the muir
muir of farewell the solemn notes OF
/ the Funeral March," like the meas
ured toll of a passing bell The metal
lie clang of the instrument gave a
vibrant thrill to the sombre music,
which was lacking in the smooth, round
tones of the organ. Langly played ike
a man entranced. his head thrown
back. his pale face turned upward,
looking as if life had left it. An in
Simultaneous chilling hush fell on the
assem- blage as if an icy wind had
swept through the room, freezing into
silence the animated stream of CONVEX
sation. Some shivered where they
stood, and one girl, clasping her cloak
at her throat, paused and SAID, nail
Historically:
IF this is a joke, Mr.. Hope, must
say I don't like it..
Cursed bad taste, if you ask me,
muttered one man, hurrying away.
"Oh, 1 say cried Barney, as much
shocked as any one at the inopportune
incident, and striding toward the per-
former, as soon as his wits came 10
him, I'VE didn't want dlrge, don l
you know
The lady who had spoken in praise of
Langly's music laid OBTAINING manu-
on Barnev's arm.
Hush" she said gently, the glimmer
of tears in her eyes. don't stop him.
Listen. That man is inspired. l never
heard Chopin played like that before
"Oh. it's Chopin. is it?" murmured
Barney, alphabetically, as If, had he
known it, he would not have inter-
ferred.
The throng dissolved rapidly with the
unwelcome chords ringing in their ears,
leaving Barney and his guest standing
there alone. Langly, on finishing the
march. sat where ne was, his long
arms dropping by his side.
Wouldn't you like to speak to him?'
asked Barney.
No, not now.
The ladv stole softly out. Barney
followed her to the landing at he head
of the stairs.
please don't lose sight of him. she
said. giving Barney her hand. Il want
YOU to ask him here again and let me
invite the guests.
I'm do it." said Barney, enthusiastic
cally. That will be awfully jolly.
mo, it won't be jolly, Mr.. Hope, but
We'll hear some enchanting music.
Good-by.'
Barney re-entered the room and
found Langly standing beside the
piano like a man awakened from
dream. apparently not quite knowing
where he was
You must have something to drink"
cried Barney, cordially You look
tagged out, and no wonder. [ never
heard Chopin so well rendered before.
I tell you. my boy, you get all out OF
a piano that's in it, don't you know.
Now, will you have whisky or
brandv?"
I.angly thanked him, but refused
either beverage. He had a long walk
before and was anxious to get away,
he said.
walk cried Barney. Nonsense.
Whv should you walk and thus insult
every self respecting cabby you meet?
I'll see about the walking; 1 hope L
know my duty toward the hanson in
QuSUy.
Barney touched an electric bell, and
when his man appeared. said to him:
Just send Buttons to the King 5 road
for a hanson. When it comes give the
abby 10 shillings and tell him he be-
ongs to his fare for four hours. Ask
lim to wait at the door till his fare
comes. and meanwhile, bring in some
whisky and soda. Now, Mr. Organist-
always forget names-ah, Langly, !
IL ,f TIax-
you ever composed any music yourself?
thought so Ever published any? l
bought not. Well, my boy We must |
-emedy all that. You're too modest; L !
an see that. Now, modesty doesn't |
lay in London. l know, because l SUI !
er from it myself. Heavens! if 1 only !
lad the cheek of some men, l would |
)e the most famous painter in Europe.
f you bring few of your compositions
O me, I'll get a publisher for you. Will |
-ou promise? Nonsense. Not worthy?
3oshl Compared with the great COM
osers? My dear fellow, the great COM
,osers were all very well in their way,
We no doubt, but they were once poor
evils like you. Because Raphael
painted, is that any reason why 1
hould not improve on him? Not bit
f it. You and l will be old masters in
ainting and music some few centuries
reat point is TO realize that you're an
Id master while you're young and can
o something. If you don't recognize
he fact yourself, you may be jolly we'll
ure no one else will-at lease, not in
inc to do you any good here below.
10 have some whisky; it's cheering
nd comforting. as the advertisements
ay. Well here's to you"
L came to see you. Mr.. Hope" STAN
.Ian
larsten-one of your fathers en-
loyees-told me he thought you might
that you were good enough to help
On, yes, remember Marsten He was
ere about some fellow knocking down
few policemen. Well-has he knocked
own some more?"
mo, but he is in great trouble, Mr.
ope."
Such a man is sure to be. How
uch is the fine?"
His only daughter died yesterday"
'Oh, I'm very sorry to hear livery
'rry, indeed"
He has no money, and none of the
en- have any. BraUnt would ask no
Re for help, but l know that he fears
lere Will have to be "a He don't ,
ant her to be buried as a pauper- i
I'd I thought"
of course. of course. I see it all. I 7:
ever could understand the feeling
the poor on that subject They |
EN- TO like fine funeral, as if that
l confess that if you give
g good company while I'm alive. YOU 7
ay do what you please with me when i
n dead. l would just as soon lie beside E
Dauper as a prince, but I prefer the l
ince when I'm above ground. Now, \
0W much viii be needed? OF course