Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1898-04-28
DELILAH.
BY HANNA KRYSTOFF.


O'Clock IN the evening IN the urtdrf
hotel parlor, whose bare walls and shah
by furniture had become so detestable.
She might have gone with him. But
no, she would never enter that hall
againl She had sworn 1t.
Yet she knew her husbands whole
repertoire by heart, knew the precise
bar in his serenade when he would close
his eyes. the passage in his scherzo
when he would toss back his hair SO
gracefully. How studied and unnatural
it all seemed. She fancied she could
see him now, bowling with faint smile,
as though oppressed by the applause
which Numbered around him.
Oh, and how wildly the audiences here
applauded, especially the womenI Now
they were pressing forward to the
stage to shake hands with him. They
would wait for him at the exit of the
hall to thank him for the great pleas
ure he had afforded them, and throng
around him to the very door Of the car
rage.
1t was so yesterday. and the day be-
fore, and every day. Nine. Andre want
ed to cry, especially when she thought
Of her adventure yesterday, when a
crowd of feminine worshipers sep
arated her from her husband, and he,
evidently desiring to escape from en-
thusiasm which had become annoying,
in the belief that his young wife sat be-
side him, had driven off without her.
There she had stood, and was forced to
hear these women rave about the
gifted man." how handsome he was,
the enthralling power of his glance.
and, above all, his superb hair.
Yes, his undeniably magnificent locks
seemed to please these enthusiasts more
than anything else. more even than his
skill as an artist.
And the notes he received! She had
Just read one; of course the writer
begged for lock of his hair, and he
would probably give 1t to her.
She began mentally to enumerate his
attractions. The stern expression of
her delicate features softened, a tender
light stole into her brown eyes. Then,
rising hurriedly, she paced up and down
the room several times, and her pretty
face assumed very residue expression.
Surely, he would come soon, her
Richard, her beloved husband. How
had she lived so long without him? 1t
had grown very hate. She slipped on an
elegant maize silk teagown, drew the
pins from her hair, and let 1t fall in
curling locks around her shoulders.
Then she turned down the lamp, leaned
back in the armchair and shut her eyes,
as if asleep, and waited for him.
She soon heard his step, the door of
the room was thrown open; but on the
threshold the tall figure paused. the
door was cautiously closed, and Andre
moved forward on tiptoe.
Richard, is it your" asked voice
from the armchair.
"Ah, sweetheart. are YOU still awake? |
That is very kind in you" He kissed
her. 1T has been such an evening,
Ely, such an EVENING""
He took his seat at his young wife's |
side.
"Ah. if you would only come with me
again, Elly!" he said as he lighted a
cigarette. THE enthusiasm, the APP |
plause. the flowers! You know do not !
set any undue value on such things, but
1t ought to make you very proud to see
your husband so much applaudedl"
But 1t doesn't" she answered, with a
somewhat forced laugh. ITO tell the
truth, it makes me feel as if Iwere quite
too insignificant. Besides, dearest, /
love in you less the artist than the hus-
band of my foolish heart, and you are
more that at home than in the concert
hail."
"You are right; here am man, here
may be- and, therefore, you see"
He gave her hasty kiss, then slipped
out of his dress coat into comfortable
ounging jacket, and threw himself
Town on the sofa, while ELY lighted the
amp under the tea kettle. For time
they chatted gayly together Richard
ELY sat at the table beside him, and
her fingers played at times with his
urls. He was speaking of his pro-
yramme for the next concert. I'VE must
continue our journey so very soon, ELY.
want to drain the cup of success TO the
lregs; one more day like to-day and
Ill oh! Elly!" he suddenly exclaimed,
'ather GROSSLY, what are you doing?
fou have certainly pulled out some of
ny hair!"
"Why. my dear husband"
Eyes, you have! See, there are at
east a Dozen"
He raised his head and looked at her
eproachfully.
why. Ely" he said, "what is the
natter with you?"
"Oh. nothing, Richard" she replied,
milling as she endeavored to hide the
TRANCE excitement which had taken
possession of her. "But perhaps you
lave forgotten that, during our en-
you promised me lock of
our hair?"
And because have kept my word
on want to pull out hairs enough, one
y one, to make lock? You are GER |