The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-06-16
HE DIAPAsON OF DIsCoRD.
BY H. s. cANFIELD.

Of Boston flight, Claude Angus Hemingway loved Beethoven. Of the musical profession. with the long, ragged-edged hair and gallow skin Of his kind. he had> the protrusiye chin which betokens obstinacy. By exert ing all of his will power and kee fng his knees pressed closely together, he was able to sit through a Chopin pro- sram. or a Mozart or Mendelssohn or Handel program. but most he clove to Beethoven. Anything modern was despicable: anything italian criminal.
 "Ah!" he snorted upon occasion. what is the miserable Spring Song of that Mendelssohn, t6e so-called delicacy of that Mozart. the dissonant discords of that MeyerbeeF? Trash. Ah! The divine Opus 26 of the master Of masters! The grandeur of it! The sweeping rythm of it! Ah!'
 Mary Eurydice Barker, also of Bos- ton Height. did church and oratorio work. She had a mezzo of force and sweetness and a temper of her own. Prone. with nose in the dust, wlth arms outstretched, making the fl. ure of cross." like Siensiwicz's war like murder PTS, she groveled at the base of that pedestal on which reared the mighty form ot Herr Wagner, whom she called "Reechardt Vogner." Her memory was replote with snaris. howls. galiopings, ciashings and bea- lowings from 'gannhauser," ''Lohen- grin. the "Vaikyris1," "Rheingold, Tristan and Isolde" "The Flying Dutchman," Die GoetterdammerungF and every other swear-word opera tH- vented and writ by the remarka8Ae man of Bayreuth. She was willing e0 admit that Beethoven had done good work in his time, but the time was far past. She was handsome girl. of the small brown type, impressionable end affectionate. She would have made a most excellent wife for Hem ingway if their warning tastes could have been reconciled. but that seemed impossible. Put two worshipers of differing musical demi-gods in a locked room together and the rest is tragedy. 4 friend once said to the man:
 This disagreement is the best thing that could happen to you. Marry her right away. A married couple which has a steady cause of wrangle Is for tunate. It does not have to hunt out side for something about which to jaw. A permanent. reliable jangle is good thing to have about the house."
 Hemingway repeated this to his sweetheart. but she was not favor ably inclined. He found that 1t takes two to make a matrimonial bargain. She said:
 ''The man I marry must agree with me heart and soul. My ideals must be his ideals: his likes and dislikes must be mine. Continuity of thought and sentiment is essential to utter happi- ness in the welded state. Doubtless once your wife I could convince you of the superlative beauty of Vogner, but 1 am afraid to risk it. It would be too much like marrying a man to reform him. with the possibility of sinking to his level. I do not believe that my judgment could be so warped and my taste so degraded, yet ever before me would loom the shadow of a fear. Beethoven was we'll enough in his way. but Vogner---"
 It was all off. Fifteen minutes later Hemingway reached the street inward ly raging, leaving Mary Eurydlce in continued for year ar two. There seemed to be no likelihood that it would end save in the death of one or both of the parties. They were im- pulsive. kindly honest people. sun dereds by dead spook and a cranky spook He saw the girl twice week. courted her tenderly and generally wouis1 up visit hykargument. which kept them thinking of each other till they met again.
 In middle of June, it being a windy afternoon he asked her to sail with him to Nantasket Beach. The Sail ing" was done on one of the steam . boats that ply back and forth. They , .bathed. and. after the salt water, dug holes in the sand with little wooden f shovels. making believe that they were children of a smaller growth. Then they hunted for shells. Then they drank lemonade and sat in the sun while it sizzled out through their pores. Then they weRt to Squigog-un der Mahaug for a clam bake. Then