Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1900-03-22

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begun and one of the too obvious de-
scriptive symphonies of certain mod
ern composer began to make its In
sistent way into the comprehension OF
the audience that he chose to lift his
eyes. When he beheld the face of the
young girl next him a strange and
comprehending light stole into his
face, and his fixed regard caused the
girl to return his look. For moment
perplexity had its way with her. Then
an expression of awe-almost fright
appeared in her eyes. Then, quietly
and naturally, the two knew them
selves for father and daughter meeting
after ten years.
There was no need of Claribeps soft
pressure on her mothers arm to make
her acquainted with the fact Nathan
Taussig sat there beside them. She
| had noticed him when she stood in
the aisle waiting for her daughter to
and it seemed to her for a moment as
if death were actually knocking at her
house of life. But she forced herself
to calmness and seated herself.
1t was fate, no doubt. From the
day she had left her own home she
had not lived in Chicago. For time
she and her daughter had known
peaceful English country life; fol
years she had lived in quiet, beauti
full Massachusetts village, where Clari
bel had attended school. For the frs
time she had returned to Chicago
What likelihood, she had asked her
self, was there of meeting Nathan
Taussig in city of two million souls
Yet here, on the first occasion on which
she ventured into public place, sh
met him. 1t was fate, no question.
The music had changed. The or
chestra was giving to the people tn
most reverent thoughts of a master
True and sweet and comforting wa
the serene major harmony, and tn
dew of its beauty fell into the yer,
cisterns of the heart In the tremblin
young girl in the sable garments
awoke a world of tenderness. TIL
longing and dissatisfaction from
which she had suffered took concret
form in her elated Imagination.
1t was her father that she wanted
her fathers love, her fathers guild
ance, his authority! AS the rivulet
of spring dance down the hillside t
find the river, so her soul sought tina
of her father. The music, "yearnin
like a god in pain" impelled her
indulge in an exquisite impulse. Sh
slipped the glove from her warm an
quivering fingers and laid them softl
, softly as a kiss-within the hand {
, the man beside her. On his part ther
was seconds hesitation as if tn
faithful nerves of his hand had nc
told his aching heart the truth. The1
with a grasp, such as a sinful on
might take upon an angels robe, h
closed his hand upon that of the gi
and over the two spread happines
like the balm of a starlit summe
night.
The concert ended in time. TT
three arose. They faced each othe
Each looked beautiful to the eyes
the rest. The crowd passed along: tt
aisles. 1t would have been profane
have said anything commonplace. Y
it was no place for an extraordina1
word 1t was Claribel who first four
courage to speak.
cit is strange that you knew me
she said to her father. Tell me, W.
it your eyes or your heart that fir
informed you who l was?"
+ 81 cannot tell. But now that "
r. have met, are we to part?" His eye
asked the question of the elder woma
though it was the younger one he at
. dressed.
Nathan Taussig," said his wifi
l 'let the girl have her rights. ST
! wants you, and needs you. Take hi
home with you for time"
But you must come, too, Mar,
Come, life is going fast. Let us be :
peace. What were the old feuds?
have forgotten what they were a
, about. only remember how lonely
( am"
[ "Who am IT, said Mary Taussig, wit
| those divine melodies of the maste
still ringing in her soul, s.that shout
refuse to walk the path appointed fe
my feet?"
So they went out together-thos
i, three-onto the street, and so home
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