The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1899-05-31

litat OF growing old" with grace,
Parsons Weekly.
THE STOLEN LOVE SONG.
l had not been in a good hUmor for a
day or two when Mr.. Mason came into
luncheon, looking radiant.
81 have been" he said, glaneing my
way, ''sinee nine o'clock interviewing
Miss Gwen"
81 didn't know it took people so long
to give their opinions, +" remarked Mrs
Fister.
"You never can tell how long it takes
woman to give her opinions on GER
tain matters when she puts her mind
to il. Mr.. Mason replied, his eyes on
me.
No. said, 81 do not know. do
everything 10y shorthand" Whereat
Mrs. Fister seemed puzzled.
"Miss Gwen is charming, as have
already told you" went on Mr.. Mason.
''She is Girton girl. Her voice WAS
trained In Paris by Marcaesi. I am
sure by her speaking voice that she
sings ike an angel. And she's In a
sort of troable, too. The love song in
King Arthur's Knights is so poor she
refuses to sing it, and she doesn't
know where TO get another"
"a good love song would be the
making of the Knights he added,
'for the score is rather dull. I've sug-
gested half dozen local composers,
bat the lady is skeptical and says good
songs are born, and not made"
"Did you ever hear Of such thing"
smiled Mrs. Fister.
ITO the right man." concluded Mr..
Mason, ''it would be hundred dol
larsu
"a hundred dollars ~ 1t was Mr..
Tredick who said this, his fork falling
in his plate. Then he laughed at what
he called his awkwsrdness, and raised
his coffee to his lips.
MORA Mr.. Mason addressed
me-"you know everything; where can
1 get love song by Mondsy?n
"Mercy ~ ! said, slightly irritated;
you don't think own an incubator of
ditties, do your"
NO" he smiled; "but know you
are shorthand in thought as well as in
deed.n / bowed.
"You seem to take considerable in
terest in Miss Gwen, said Mrs. Fister,
for we have heard a great deal about
the lady for two or three days"
81 do,n he returned. "She is simp-
ly charming. Her eyes are perfect
blue, a rather unusual color in eyes,
blue eyes being ordinarily gray"
Ny own eyes are brown.
"Her nose is perfect Grecian," he
continued.
Ny own nose is sort ofGothie, 1 fear.
"And then her mouth he said,
Cupid's boww
never heard my mouth called that.
II think she has fascinated you,"
Mrs. Fister said.
"And then" 1 supplemented, 'it is
beauty in distress. Very likely Mr.
Mason could write the song himself
Perhaps | might struggle through
the words, he asseHted. "but it is the
music that wantF'
"The music would not matter" cried
|. "The words Of love song are every
thing"
''Who ever hear the words Of q
song2'' he asked, generally. 'No, no,
Nora, you're wrong" and he rose TO
rush to the Office with his STORY" for
the next days paper.
had haitian hour 10 spare before re-
turning to the office, and as usual
went up stairs to freshen up my appear
auce. Somehow felt annoyed that |
had accused Mr.. Mason of the ability
to write the words of love song
what was [ to Hecuba, or Hecuba to
me. But then, Charlie MAsOn's en-
thusiasm over the singer was silly.
At dinner Mr.. Mason was even more
happy than he had been at luncheon.
II think I've found the man to make
that song he said. "a little cello
player with a head like Beethoven's.
I am going to the hotel 10 tell Miss
Gwen about him"
And then he was gone.
Mr.. Mason always affected people,
and even Mrs. Fister seemed Influenced
by his desire TO be OF service TO the
singer, and began 10 speak enthusiastic
cally of music.
"Mr. Tredick, /" she said, the piano is
not in good tune, but I wish you would
play something for US"
Mr.. Tredick followed US into the
parIor and seated himself at the instru-
ment and ran his fingers over his keys.
I had never heard him play before, aud
1 was astonished at his wonderful
technique.
He played rhapsody of Liszt. In
the midst of it servant came to the
s.oor and beckOned Mrs. Fister, who
went out
The rhapsody came TO an abrupt con-
clusion, and the player turned and
looked at me. Then he pressed the
keys again. such q change. His
6ngers seemed TO have become velvet,
and the melpdy he played coaxed the
very heart out of me. i was glad he
turned away from me and that he did
not look my way again, bat, ending
the tune, rambied of into things that
iaogiAd with the notes till they wove