The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-07-21

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sound which once he had anathematlz.
ed-but that was before kathleen's deep
blue eyes had smiled Into .his-and Pc
titloncd of providence that all music
students might be gathered together
into one idissonant bunch and Ssolemnly
prohibited. But now. although the
scale Of G major is not beautiful, even
upon victim. 1t seemed to him hope
personified, and without moments
hesitation he assembled single flight Of
stairs and knocked at Kathleen's door.
EstRecelving permission. be opened It,
and in his trouble never noticed her
quick, disappointed glance atshis empty
hands. She herself was dressed as
dalntly as means would permit. and
fortunately at homely German courts
an gex-pupi Of the Conservative may
play before even serene highnesses in
q slightly glorlhed Sunday frock. But
twas q sharp that Carl
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had SO evidently forgotten her flowers
and how pale and strange he Looked!
"Mein Fraulein! lam in the saddest
difficulty. My poem refuses to finish
Itself. There is something lacking In
me- but ] know not what and the hours
are getting few. It might be, that IL
you played to me even a little,thc mIsts
would clear" $
She knew, him as man of moods, for
so the poet Is made, hut untiEtthen she
had never seen him detected or cast
down, She rose instantly her whole
heart drawn TO him in his need, j and
feeling strong to hep How fortunate
that excitement and unrest had made
her be ready so much too soon! Why,
there was an hour, nearly two. before
she ard the violin neeu set 8out She
would not even mention the flowers and
he vaxed with himself. Thankfully he
saw her glad willingness to serve him,
and II her tincry moved him to my
thought, 1t was that she might be$glv-
inG up q coffee party at some fellow
students In order TO do him a Kindness.
Perhaps he never even noticed 1t. for to
him she was always fair. I5, i
Il will come" she said, cheerily. II
suppose you are sitting like! ship
wrecked mariner In troubled sea of
MSS, and starving for something 10
cat"
His rooms were somewhat larger and
better furnished than hers, but still
redoleEt of forced economy, ard her
very first move was somewhat CON
temptuoua examination OF his cup
board, containing a few of the neces-
saries OF life. For once he heard can
did and uniatter!ng comments on his
larder, and her dainty sniff a: the
breakfast sausage was frankly suspi-
ciouS. + ST.,
s"pouf! would at least Kill my own
cats.aAnd have them fresh. There's
nothing here fit for. a Christian, much
less I poet! Imagine sonnet Inspired
by y brat~urst. Have pitienea i mo.
meat" With j sIliic:i us, and rustic
shc-wss In her own room again, ran
s.c!:i:5 1t OF dainty cakes and two
fresh eggs, tE
With cunning dizziness she Struggled
the eggs Into some hot strong coffee,
and mcekly okeying her imner,nus In
structlons. he ate and drank, feeling al
ready strengthened. whlIt: tn+ e.S>.et
strains OF her Violin stole refrcshlnsly
over his disturbed nerves and quiete;l
| them.
Tell me your theme" she said, as
with renewed hope he took up his pen,
and In my own way will accompany
you"
II have named II The, Sacri,lce OF
Love. See. mitch Is already accomp-
l!shed. But 1t goes not-sonehow,
Herbs pastorale. SO stlff, so unlivlng,
like 4 set theater scene, and nothing
OF what is going on in my heart"
She held the violin more firmly and
let tae bow fall 1uiveringly upon the
strings. :,
see. You want the birds to sing,
the leaves 10 rustic dreanily, the
stream TO rustic brightly in the sun
shine, before 1t goes to sleep in the
quiet shadows Of some enchanted lake.
Listen, then. and translate into words
She touched the chords with power.
and little by little the very breath OF
HE stirred all his dumb creations. No
longer doubtful! or hestlting; with the
inists cleared from his brain. he work
ed Jpyfully and with zest happily con-
Scious that under the stimulus OF her
music he was doing the best that was
IN him For her it was n rich reward
to see the stress and strain OF vain en-
dearor pass from his face, and watch
the busy pen so seldom pausing or at
a loss. Such a keen plasure is the
rarest that even a'musiclan may know,
but the darkenins of the room warned
her that she must soon leave him.
Tell met she said. still playing
softly that the spell might not be bro
ken what is the sacrliice? VIVA,
does she do?"
| I"Ach. 1t suits me that the woman
should sacrifice herself to the man. Ny
story Is otherwise told, yc: even now
set In differently according to you,
music which inspires me to do better
than myself. shall WIN the laurel
crown-wcs shall win 1t together. and
then the colder. days shall no longer be
waited for. they VIII be with u.s." g. z.
His burning enthusiasm found Its
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