The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-09-20
Set 10 Music.


Flora Chadbourn and her violin occu-
pied the third floor of a certain house
on Winslow street. Arthur Pierson ana
MS piano dwelt N the opposite. on the
same level.
These TWO neighbors, only IN name,
CHANGED to remove TO this particular part
of the city about the same time
One morning when Pierson had return
ed from giving lesson 20 tiresome
little piece of tyranny, and was IeeHhg
Que bred. he stretched himself on MS
couch for a short nap.
Loreata, his parrot, he noticed. seemed
much interested IN something across the
street.
He watched ner for a few minutes, and
laughed outright when she suddenly put
her head on one side and called "Helol
Pierson sat up on his couch and glanced
across the street. The object OF Lore
ata's admiration proved 20 be canary
hung IN its cage in the open window Try
ing to sing its little song in this strange
part of the city.
Loreatas sympathes were enlisted, ana
she carried on her end of the converse
ton.
Pierson lay back again and closed his
eyes. wondering who his new neighoor
might be. A lady, he was sure, for on
the window-sill a blossomng geranium
made bright spot in front or the high,
gloomy building.
A music-loving nature responds read
ily to music. 1t was SO with Pierson.
He suddenly opened his eyes and listen
ed. Violin strains came from over the
street. The touch seemed full OF CHAR
acter and expressions.
1t was a tender little air. the accom-
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for his own voice when alone.
The player played 1t as though she loved
it. How odd if this were so. when II
was one of his fayorites among the SIM
pier melodies.
He lay and listened until the player
ceased, and then he arose and sat down
at his piano.
How could his fingers help It? They
played the same air, then few chords,
and then, in his clear baritone, he sang
the words Of the song.
In her room across the narrow street
the girl sat silent, her violin in posi-
ton, her eyes filled with surprise, listen
ing The same melody. the same key.
and that voice-what vibration, what eX-
preston.
She slipped the mute on her instrument
and followed softly the melody, keeping
time with the voice across the street.
What a little touch of romance, and
her brown eyes laughed as she played on
ths duet.
At last it stopped. Neither player dared
approach the window for fear of seeing
the other, and so Loreata and Cherry
the bird, had it all their own way.
Life flowed on in Winslow street as it
does everywhere. Flora went out every
morning TO take her lesson, and every
afternoon to give lessons to the few she
had secured as pupils.
One moonlight night Pierson played the
Moonlight Sonata"
Flora Chadbourn sat listening, with all
her soul, hoping it would never cease.
When it did she took her violin to thank
him. The little message floated over the
way and was understood.
Once and awhile they saw each other.
Often in the morning, when she tended
the plant, or hung up the bird, she met
his eyes and bowed a shy good morning.
The passion for music in each found re-
spouse in the other. Each longed for
friends, and each, by degrees. found life
sweeter for the silent greetings and the
twilight exchange of music.
One evening a little soiree was given by
the mother of one of Flora's pupils; for
introduced.
Here, Mr.. Pierson, help me out, will
YOU not? What can you play with Miss
Chadbourn, to supply missing number
on my program
Pierson sat down at the piano; Flora
took her violin. AS he gave her the A
their eyes met-that swift look told their
story.
How delightfully."- those two play to-
gether! What harmony! Strangers, too;
how odd!'
Strangers? Q. no.
That night as they walked home, their
hearts were full of happiness too deep
for words.
Even after they had said good night
and parted. no sound of music issued from
the window of either lover. Their happi-
ness was too great for even that.-Boston
Post.