Middletown transcript., 1899-02-25
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4 1T Is only the wind, y said the Poe
@ He threw himself listlessly upo
" tha hard leather couch and turne
his face TO tbe WALL
The waves dashed madly up IN Ii
irocks below the little cottage, wit
| angry shritking the wind beat up til
waves, and the moan of the stsrm cam
upon the wind. The Poet heard a
these and smiled YEARLY. Young !
years. he was old 10 spirit. Id expel
ience, in enjoyment; they had no char
for him.
! He opeped his lips now in discomfort
"They have written SO nuch about th
sea that one is dead sick Of it all" FL
sighed. ~ can find in It nothing tha
has not been found before.n
/ He himself bad written not it'll
concerning the beauties of the sea. bu
bis hand had been young'in sooth whel
liz held the pen, and bis eyes not ye
aweary.
He turned restless!y OIL the couch
bemoaning its hardness and cursing th,
friend whose advice had sent him to re
cruit at this little fishing town, throw
ing sll the burden Of his disgust of lif'
and his own feebleness into the cursing
Then through and betwixt the voices
of the storm came a Hailing cry; tht
cry of a lost soul at Gods gates; the
cry for the unattaiDable from the lip;
OF child Of earth. Rising higher and
higher, it beat sobbingly upon the wind.
It cried with the echo If the seagulls
warning; it scattered with the soft sea
foam, and sank hushing and palpitating
into the mutter Of the waves. But only
to rise again in melody so triumphant
as to override in its grandeur the voices
of the angry ocean.
st was the great Sea Spirit,;' said
the Poet.
But The sound had hardly seemed to
come from the sea-rather from above.
He rose aud walked to the window.
''It was not the wind" he said aloud.
1t was still bowling, but the music
had ceased. He threw open the win
dow and looked out. The wind fell in
a blast upon bis thin face and tossed
his hair. The sea shouted at him with
angry menace. The look of the sky
upon him was without CLINT of a
smile.
But agar the music rose, but so
softly that he had to strain his ears to
catch the murmur of a half flushed
cradle song. When it ceased again,
the voices of the storm seemed 10 be
sinking and the sea to be aweary of
rage. The wind fell, and into the sky
came a white glimmer where a silver
star sought entrance to the heavens
The Poet stood there long, his arms
resting on the sill, a dreamy look on his
old young face. There had come to
him one Of those moments which he
fancied had left him forever, when his
mind, like the wornout sea, could hush
its crying and be at peace.
1t was only when, on bis way to his
bedroom later, be passed his landlady
on the stairs that the problem of the
strange music he had heard returned
to him. 1T seemed in the house, and
yet not in the house," he murmured to
stopping ber. sit has been
wild night, Mrs. LeSis.n
''Indeed and it has, sir, but it has
settled down nicely"
.sIt was strange. but ] thought l
heard during the storm the sound of
violin. Some one has chosen strange
time t play"
There's Miss White, sir. She has
The room above yonls. She teaches the
fiddle in town. Goes up every day.
But she's not been playin' tonight, sir,
and she's the only one in the place that
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Rob, that explains it. She must
have been playing. No doubt il was
she heard.'
"But she hasn't been playin' tonight, |
sir. | beg your pardon for sayin' it. |
I've been sittin' sewin' in the loom just |
above her head, and never souEd have
heard. She's been that still, toc.''
The Poet laughed. but went on his
way unconyinced. Strange playing
for q teacher of the violin, 2 he bought,
ard strange time in which to play. |
She must be q strange girl,
1t never occurred to him, in the arro-
gance Of his few years, that she might
be more than girl. Indeed he speed
ily forgot the wtole matter. But in
he dead of the night he rose and,
hastily donning . few garme ats, sat till
he gray of the morning inscfibing the
thoughts of which the strange strains
lad sown the seed. He had found in
he sea what he had never found before.
With the golden eye Of The sun upon
lin be threw himself upon his tossed
bed and slept nntil after MONDAY. Aft
'rWard he rambled upor the shore, re-
tired and iistless. at length 10
lis chambers.
Miss White, she's leaviu' tomorrow
nornin' !" his landlady told him as she
aid histea.
But the Poet was not interested. HeE
wondered who Miss White might be.
.Indeedio he dranIed languidly. He
oused himself 10 poke the Gre as i
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