Middletown transcript., 1899-02-25

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And again, as it braadeued and
deepened and faded, Ike moonbeam,
away That Of yesterday" " De mar-
INJURED, ''svas renunciation; with its
battle, 5 victory, its sublime triumph,
9 its transient peace; tcday's is resigna
2 tion-a submiltance whish has naught
9 Of battl-, Of victory, Of triumph, but
only paio. Today's is the end, an end
y that has ro end.
But as lay there. hanes clasped be-
! hind his tired head, lips parted in .
smiles smile unlike his, for it had
naugEt of scorn init-lhere broke upon
the silence the opening bars of little
prelude, dainty and sweet 10 itself, but
the manner of its playing veritable
trinmph in mediocii.y. II walled and
cried aboriously above the Poets head
and echoed about the wind. Lit broke
into painful snaiches and Indifferent
rhythm.
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The Poet ssFang to hi, feet with an
exclamation of impaiience. "To spoil
; that with thisls' he cried. "Oh, how
can sheln He bit his lips wrathfullg,
but he did not intend to have his dream
altogether spoiled and, his anger con-
quering his WEAKNESS, he ran lightly up
the narrow stair.
He burst iuto the room of the stIaag-
er without preface or prelude, and be-
gan 10 a high pitched. womanish voice,
t'What in the world -n Then be
paused, for he found she was crying. \
little, middle aged woman, with
wrinkled face and funny elfn locks tLat
fell in cloud about it. She was stand
ing 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 cheeks, without making
any attempt to wipe them away.
The Poet felt even angrier than be-
fore. Women ofzthat age had no right
to cry SO openly, he thought. 1t went
against all his theories. He was angry, I
too, that he had imagined her to be
young.
"Wbat an atominable roul" he said
savagely. "AEd what are you crying
about? But it is enough to make any
one crJp He was not far from tears
himself with vexatfon.
She looked up at him wistfully-she
was but little thing land without
any apparent surprise at his presence
or abrupt entrance "Ahl l should not
have played again" she sobbed, "dfter
after | had given it up.''
'Then had guessed arightl" c,ied
the Poet. YESTERDAY it was rel Luncia-
tion and today resignation. But what
i. had you given up? VIVA have you re-
nounced? To what arey u resigned2"
81 don't understand ynn,n she said
uncompreherdingly. She laid her violin
on lie table, hanging over it as a
mother does over her child.
"When you played yesterday"
But 1 didn't play yesterday" she
cried. 81 wanted to-oh, so badly. The
storm cried to me, the wind cried and
the sea cried, and / heard them all.
took my violin in my hand, but could
tell nothing of what heard. Oh. how
unhappy wasi Then / drew the bow
backward and forward across the
strings, but without touching them,
and imagined it all. 1 caught the Sob
bing of the sea god on the end of my
bow. sent out the cry Of the gulIs"-I
"And the spray of the seap' cried
the Poet.
"And the eddy and gathering of the
foam"- Ii
''And the mutter of the waves" If
'And | thought Of how might have I
played had not something something s
been wanting. Oh, cried to God to [
give me the power TO play as-as my .
soul could play but for this thing-this {
me that cannot. y f
"The cry for the unattainable,n the
Poet whispered 10 himself, but she did t
not hear or heed him. r
81 made resolution" She dried
her tears briefly at the recollection of it.
"God would not give me my desire, SO ]
I gave up my semblance of if, for /
wanted to keep my ideal. Then, when a
/ had quite made up my mind, how / t
could have played tbenl But it wonid s
not Gomez Y
''The triumph" :" said ths Poet. He b
smiled imperceptibly to himself. p
"But today it was all so dreary. Itlr
was all over, and there was nothing G
left. And after had thought how it p
was all over and my last note played a
thought I would again say goodby toll d
my fiddle. And fetched it out and b
played goodby, but without making
sound. And felt not bit sorry, but
ouly strange feeling here.n She put !
her hand IN her heart .'S9 played a 2
real little bitt see if IL wonld take it =
away.'' I
He did not speak His dream had Z
come back 10 him, and his thoughts,
like white clouds. floated far. far away. 9
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