The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-11-27

would gain nothing, as you will never
be able to compose the beginning.
That's mine. No one can take it from
me-"
Madam" he said, 81 can only re-
peat that you are utterly mistaken.
There is no music in my soul l know
but one tune in the world. | am decid-
edly commonplace. have never been
rent with the fine frenzy that belongs
to genius. I have never had longings
after the faraway the infinite, the un-
attainable. l don't know what a SON
alta is. I am not the thief 1 never
stole so much as a penny in my life,
let alone a half of an adagio and an
allegro"
You did it unconsciously," she said,
"but you have it. This is your cue
and she struck a chord on the piano.
IL will play the first part. When I
stop you must finish it vocally.'
But | don't know the words" he
argued.
There are no words. simply utter the
notes of the principal theme"
Mr. Warren looked out on the bud
ding trees and the greensward in the
Of a sparrow that was twittering on
the caves Of a low summer house near
by. He wondered IL he was hypnotic
ed. His wife had persuaded him to
listen while she read numerous stories
delineating the character of the Sven
gall type of mon, and it occurred to
him that this might be a similar case
with n reversion Of the sexes, the dary-
eyed woman being female Svengali
and he a male Trilby.
She began to play. He listened indit-
ferently at first, then like a flash there
came n change, his beloved air Of
Marching Through Georgia was sunk
into a bottomless abyss, his fear, his
wonder. subsided; tie duh chrysalis
Of mcdiocrity and stupid satisfaction
was shattered into Fragments Ivy soul
expansion and he stood up, with every
fiber Of his being a-tremble. lie had
never heard anything like it. She play
ed on ana on once Shr stopped for q
moment ard he felt like asking her to
continue foreYer, it was So beautiful.
1t was finished at length. She arose
and coming toward him burst into
tears.
How can I ever thank VOu," she
sobbed. "You have saved me-"
Her tears brought him to himself.
II didn't do anything" he faltered.
II only listened"
"Oh, sir" she replied, "dO not under
value your service. l can never repay
you. When I struck that last chord
and YOU hestated second | feared
you were going to fail me, but you de-
livered it nobly, giving me time to get
each note with it's accompaniment as
you sung. It is cngraven upon my
memory now. Having once played it
| l shall never forget"
Did | sing?" asked Warren, family.
did you sing" she repeated with
| emphasis.
He gave her his name and address
and passed out into the sunlit street.
He wasn't aware that he had opened
| his mouth, except when talking to her,
and he couldn't credit the statement
| that he had sung. The more he thought
of it the more firmly convinced he was
| that he had been the subject of a prac-
| tical joke of some kind and he decided
not to say anything about it. y week
| later he received cards for a recital ia
| be given at Handel hall week from
| that date There was a programme
| inclOsed. The final number was
| Hyperion sonata (originaD. D..,......
Observation-Disclosures. Miss Ida Jones
"Who sent you these tiCkets?" asked
| Mrs Warren.
"Oh, | don't know" he said. lone
of the boys, ! suppose. l guess we'd
| better go"
They went. Mr.. Warren sat there
| limp and inert, watching for the ap-
pearance of Ida Jones. About 10 O'Clock
| she came out, white robed, dark eyed
! and throbbng with the intensity of
| life within her. Then she played il
| again-the Hyperion sonata.
| 1t must have been a bit of genius
| for the house went wild with enthusi-
| asm. but somehow Warren, himself
| had degenerated since that divine hour
! i'm her own home, and the notes fell on
his ear with dangerous noise. When
| she stood up to acknowledge the praise
| given her, she saw him and smiled in
| recognition. Was it a hoax?
As soon as they reached the street
! his wife spoke about the smile. What
did she mean ny it?" she asked DC
| you know herr"
II guess it was intended for some
body else" he returned, evasively.
Il didn't like her piece" said Mrs
| Warren, rehectively. 1T sounded SC
crazy"
Mr. Warren was thinking, He tried
to catch the note she had said was tC