The Delta independent., 1899-08-11

~ 01&n8 v0SD - w. u - -
1sesver. yet nsvss esass nnrtal
vosnd-only N iaAnitaAs a PaiA
Bat that Of yesterday vas The hsoad
blade that kills at one str0ka s
And again ~ il broadened and
deepened and faded like . usoonbeaan-
away. That Of yesterday" be mur-
INJURED. .'was renunciati0a; with its
battle its victory. its sublime triumph.
it, tzansient peace: t0day's h resiRna-
tiop-a snbmittancs which hes nausht
of battle. Of victory. u triumph. bat
only pain. Today's y the eul an end
that has NO end -
Bot Us he lay there. hands elasped be-
hind his tired head. lips parted in q
snilc-a smils unlike hiA for Il had
nauxht Of scorn in it-there broke upon
the silence the opening bars Of little
peclude dainty and sweet In it.elf. but
She manner of its playing . vesitable
triumph in mediocrity. Il walled and
cried iaboriously shove the Posts head
and echoed about the window. Il broke
into painftl snatchcs and indi6ereat
rhythm.
The Poet sprang 10 his feet with an
exclamation Of impatience ITO spoil
that with this!'' he cried ''Oh. how
can shcl'' He bit his lips wrathfully.
bat he did not intend TO have his dream
altogether spoiled and. his anger con-
qussing his WEAKNESS. hs ran lightly up
tho narrow stair.
He burst into the room Of the stranger
without preface or prelude. and began
in . high pitched womanish voice.
"Vhat in the world Then he
paused. for he found she was crying A
little. middle sged woman, with =
wrinkled face and funny elfin locks that
fen In cloud about It. She was stand
In. in the middle Of the room with her
music stretched out fatty on the table
and her violin and bow in her hands-
Standing. the tears running thickly
down her pale checks. without making
any attempt to wipe them away.
The Poet felt oven, angTier than b.
eRa Women q that ago had NO right
= cry 10 openly. he thought IL went
against all his theorica He wns angry.
~. that b bad imagined her ~ ~
yecny.
ssWhat an abominabls row r. he aaid
eavagely. "And what are Jon crying
ahonty Eut IL Is enough TO make any
o. 6cry,'' He wns not far from tears
hinnself with vcxation.
ohe looked mp at him wistfully-she
- brt . little thinx-nnd without
80 apparent surprise at his prescncc
e abrupt entrance. 'Ahi ] should not
I've played again. she sobbcd. '.aftcr
-afscr had given Il mp"
~ssThcn had xucssed nright'" cried
- Poet. Yesterday IL was rcnuncin-
No. and today resignation. Bat what
~ you given upf What have you n
osanccdy To Whist are yoa sesi9nedf"
II don't undssstand you. shs ssiA
nepmpreheadin9ly. She IAid hes violin
= the tabis. hansin9 0vss II - inosh-
= 0pcs over hes child
''whcn you played yssssrtiay"-
''Brs didn't play yesterday. she
Gosfa cxisa % n. ~ wind cried and
The - esleA aAA I heasd shens all !
took ny vtp,in in my hsnd. but ] could
tell uoehiu4 q Whist ] heard Oh. how
unhappy wasi Then drew tbs bow
backwasd anA forward scross ths
strineA but without coaching then,.
and inaginsd IL all caught the sph-
bing'sf ~ 50 rod % the end Of my
bow. I ssnt ont tie cry Of the Gulls
'.AnA The spray Of the sol" cried the
Poet
'.And the eddy and gathering Of the
foam''-
..And the mutter Of the wavea-'
And I thought Of how might have
played had not somethinR-sJinethinx
been wanting. Oh. I cried 70 God to
give sas the power TO play as-as my
soul coald play Int fos this thing-this
mo that cannot =
"Ths cry for tho ansttainable. the
Poet whispered to himself. but she did
not hear or heed him
Il made resolution. She dried her
tears briefly at the recollection Of It.
God would not give me my desire. ~
gavU up my seTnblancc of u. for ]
wanted 70 Eecp my idsal Then. when
had quite niade mp my mind. how ]
could havs played tbsai But It would
not come"
..Ths triumph. " aid The PosA He
smiled impsrcepsibly 70 himself.
'.But today it was all 10 dreary. u
was an ovsF. and there was sOshing
left And sftss hsd thought bow Il
YVES an over and my last nots played !
Thought ! would agnin ny soodby to
my 6d1la And fetched u ont ssd
played goodby. but wtthous making .
sound And felt sos . ~ spssy. but
only . strange fseiinS hessl" Ehs pas
her hand a ~ hsart 80 I played .
real Hssls ~ 70 - u Il woah taks Il
away
He did nos spsek His dream bod
cune hnck 70 him, aod his thoughts.
like vlsits clouds. 0nstsd far. fas swny.