The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1898-02-15

THE POINT OF VIEW.
CA STORY.)
BY w. E. CHRISTIAN.

Al the cvancScent fragrance Of things.
tile other goes 10 the heart If the rose
in search of color. That we shall see.
her play this evening.
Nor could Your eyes move
nle with their classic GOODNESS
or did you say coolnesS? / cab
flash Of morning glory over moving VA
tcrs-;t cool light too sOmttlmes-bul
always deep as if OF Il twinkle OF ligh1
that Dne sometimes sees from the sur
face OF a well Of water away down barely
touched with a CLINT even in the
spIendor of noon-st buried light trying
to break through violet blue which dark
ems in the evening.
The sky at its edges had passed
through lis afternoon gradations and
variations of tint, it had come
10 the violet-breath and slate-anG
dcadened silver and threat of gloom
huc> of the growing twilight. The two
had risen from their seat and We're IL
most up to the great hotel breaking out
here and there in points of light The
terraces frtrcocd with palms and dark
reds, with the mnrmur Of plaZZa-voles4>
mingled with the sound of the falling
spray Of fountains caused them to pause
on he broad concrete walk leading uI
10 he grand entrance.
THAT, we shall secv exclaimed Err
s!,ine in Il snbdu,~l voice again. Listen
Drouillard.
Miss Wostland was al he piano 1T the
dim end Of the long drawing-room
do You hear. Bronillard: Taat i
" hat | came here to hear. and She who
| IS rlay.n2-rhc is whom | cane even
| here to see.
..Ho yau hear? She is playing from
| one OF the German masters-'playing?
| No she is commllning with the Mas
| ter-shc does not play-to Il ''scntimeE-
taliSt." she cOmmUne>.
| DO You hear. 'Ch;cago?' That note
| low she fondles it--or rather how she
| tanderiy lifts into the sense as if sh,
| were lifting a rose-petal slowly with the
| Hghtpst touch that she might gradually
| catch the ft4ll color undernea th-and
{ snat group Of notes--they seem to have
| her own nnspoken dreams breathel into
them through her fingn1-ti -tips-anl now
that breadth is kept noble by accompany
ing depth. She fingers so lovingly will,
each note until She has coaXed out OF
it its last bit OF sweetness and thef'
| parts with it in Il touch which seems
| TO be a v"ritable sigh Of parting
| Drouillar,l stood strangely silent. Had
| the day rot been so far spent. one m ght
| have detected 4 palor which even the
most acute crises Of the wheat-pit had
| never put upon his face.
Let Us go where YOU may see her I'M
Observed. suggested Lrskine.
Drouilarl stood mOtionless. lookin"
| out toward the stretch Of long, broad
| winding river.
a just remorse. Chicago will ever
| he followed by Il keen repentance-and,
without your saying 50. YOU are on your
! knees to me now for finding one Il sent
| mentalist to love the creative in, one
might say. an agonizingly artistic musi-
eal progress toward 4 yoicinS Of that
! which cannot he spoken.
The two had passed through
the electric splendor of the great
-columned lobby and stood
looking down toward the figure in the
suhlucd light.
''\nnl that is why you are here? asked
DrouIlard with hardly concealed emo
ton.
Truly" replied Erskine. land do yon
make apology for Your Scntlmentalist
roundup of me?
Truly. do !. my old friend AMI tried. .
ist' in adoring her as You do. \ man
must be /; poet and beyond either of Us
to know her us she is.
And now Dronil:lrd for the object Of
ynnr mrssionary-work- k-yot have not
said?
i ''Tr-ni-ht will do for that" said Drou-
lizard in half voice. as he graSped his
friends hand in an impulsve way, rs
he LETT HIM still looking now almost
unconscious of Drouillard 1T the woman
that he r;,ptnrously loved
AS Druullard reached one of the
tete-a-tete pnrticoss. he pressed his hand
hard to his brow. rs he hooked out to-
ward the grove through which the
two had strolled. His frame shook a.
if with /; chill Of agony
i MY God - he eXcla imed. bitterly, a
| am loyal friend Of Jack Er~kllR, car
/ ever bear to tell him that ! roo camt
herr, to see Margaret Yves land?