The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-01-31
THE MUTABLE TIANY
BY ROBERT BARR.
Copyright, 1896. by Robert Barry
CHAPTER xIx.-continued-

copyright, 1896, by Robert Barry
CHAPTER XIX.-Continued.
You see, you are in Bohemia" cried
Barney, beaming joyously on his many
guests, and the delight of Bohemia is
unconventionality. 1 danced after the
theatre till daylight this morning, and
am as ready as ever to begin again.
ShaH we not lunch because we have
preakfasted, and because we dine at z?
Not so. am ready for a dance any
time of the night or day. Now, Mr.
musician, strike up, ON with the
dance, let joy be unconfined,' as the
poet says"
Langly could not have played out of
Tune or tune if he tried. The piano,
as Barney had truly said, was a splen-
uiu instrument, and when the gay
waltz music filled the large room each
couple DeSan to float lightly over the
FOnsned floor. The musician played on
ana on, mechanically yet brilliantly,
ana IN the paUses between the dances
more than one Of the guests spoke to
their host of the music's excellence.
On, yes, said Barney, with jaunty
wave OF the hand, hes one of my
mas The mans genius, don't you
know, and is in music what 1 am my
Sci IN painting.
Barney, you always lay it on too
lhlck, said one of the young men.
QUIZ turn the pianist's head with
nattery if he knows you consider him
as clever as yourself
Perhaps you imagine I'm too dense
TO see through that remark" said Bar
ney, with the condescension of true
genius. I know your Sneering ways
but let me tell you what 1 meant was
he iqi1 al
unrecognizable by the mob of common
place people Of whom you are so dis
tlngulShed representative" CT fiat
ter. myself I had him there" whispered
Barney aside TO the lady on his right)
Yes, my boy, the day viii come when
you Will be proud to say you were in
Vited to these receptions, which I in
tend to make one of the artistic fea-
lures of London society,""
Why, Barney" protested the young
man, I'm proud of it now. l make
myself Objectionable in all my clubs
by continually Dragging that you smile
upon me. [ claim that you are in art
what the universal provider is in conf
merce..'
DO get him to play something while
We are resting" murmured the lady,
thus pouring oil on the troubled waters.
LanSly sat at the piano, discon-
ISOLATE 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 a start
on being spoken to.
Here are several Hungarian ma
Zurkas-weird things you'll like 'em |
Just polish off few for US while we
have some tea, will you? They are all !
complimenting your playing-they'r |
people to know a good thing when /
they hear it. Won't you have some re-
freshment yourself before you begin ?" I
Laugly shook his head and began |
playing the Hungarian music. Barney |
sat down again beside the lady, smiling /
with satisfaction at being able to pose /
musician. The lady leaned her chin
On her hand and listened intently.
How marvelously he does those
she whispered softly. He
brings out that diabolical touch which
seems to be in much of the Polish and
music
Yes assented Barney cordially,
he does play like the devil, yet he is
an organist in a church. All, well, L
suppose BeelZebub looks after our
music as he does our morals
Has he composed anything?"
who? Satan?"
mo, no. You know very well I'm
optdhlHS Vi TIE OTSdIlSl-
"CompOse3. Well, rather. He's an
genius, but I'm going to
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 push
ing other people forward and neglect
ing my own interests; still, I'll arrive
some of these days and astonish you
ALL don't you know. You see, our set
doesn't produce men of genius like that
The upper ten never pro-
luced q Shakespeare
- thought it did. Didn't Lord Bacon
write Shakespeare? '
mo, he didn't I've looked up that ]
question, but there's nothing in it, {
ion't You know. No, the really great ]
nen come from the common people. !
rhe world doesn't know where to look
or them, but I do, and I find EN- just
Is I found this man. I go for my ]
ociety to the aristocracy, but for my I
,eniuses TO the democracy"
But if society does not produce ]
treat men, how do you hope to be- /
on1e the greatest of painters?" !
'.Ah, paintings a different thing. !