The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-09-08

HE LAST bar should be
sung 7ianissimo Be surS
u TO stop on the third beat
Ned. You must hnish with the others
This Is not a solo"
The giee club was rehearsing It's roper
toire for the suramer tour. The scene
OF tho rehearsal was the small drawins
room Of Professor TilIson's cottage
when was Just al the edge OF the cam
pus The time was twilight. The singers
were Ned Blackstone and Charlie Ed
wards tenors; Frank Kilburne, baritone
and Jimmy Rogers. bassO. The accom-
panlst was lila Tillson, the only child
and pet Of the Greek professor" whom
tne students addressed as Title" when
Zilla sat gracefully at the plano. Few,
90 that. Her lace-trimmed muslin gown
described what Ned Blackstone. who was
q mathematical mind. named ian ex-
qutsite semi-ellipse." about the stool Her
elbow sleeves fell away from what Frank
hilourne, who was poetic, called 'the
rounded cleaning marble of her arms. -
Charue Ed wards admired her hair most.
aluhOugh. like the fortunate rival of
Cyrdno de Bergerac, he had to borrow
phrase wherewith to describe Il. Frank
Ae-iourns SUI Cd the phrase, "a net
OF CurlS to catch the souls of men, Jim
ME Rogers lacked elegance. but he made
up the lack in fervor He admitted ali
the other charms. but said her ewes were
chief He always paused long for an ad-
Jectiye before describing them. When he
found Il II was always the same, rip
In love with herr Certainly. From
having loved each otfcr as brothers thev
hac grown TO hate each other as do the
nelrs OF an Hibernian feud-e All because
OF her. She was charming in herself and
she had all the added charm and mys-
terry that belong to the title, the college
She ordered Ned to draw back the lace
curtains 50 that the full glory Of the
leather-bound book of songs of an col
leges- Frank bowed with exaggerated
courtliness as he hande6V her a glass OF
water and Jimmie and Charlie busted
themselves staring fatuously AT her ana
furiousiy OF each other.
lila struck Souple of soft chords
Polly. my sweetheart. so tender and
How long are the days till I'm welded
But. Poly. nv sweetheart. my heart says
The DAYS are as long, too. for her as for
The days. are as iony too. for her as for
Yes. for her as for thee. for theer'
right beat tits time. Good boy N-ow 1
think I Will sing the third stanza for YOU
That must oe con muito expressions,
zilla's voice was one OF those soft con-
traltos that pulse through every ensenl-
BILE as gently bot as insistently as the
beating Of heart The gIee club liked
TO sing with her. but they liked better TO
listen TO her. They fell back in an ad-
mirinE semicircie. all but Franz KiIburne
who pres = forwar4 to turn her music.
"Oh. Polly. my sweetheart, so tender and
IN laugh at the king when I'm welded
The four looked ehailengiugly at each
'And Polly. my swsetheart. my heart
saws to me.
eAe'n blush like the rose as she listens
10 thee
You are blusalnF Miss Tillson. You
ce1tainly sing con expressione," said Ned
Blackstone. looking fxedly at her
She FLUSHED three shades deeQsr and
fluned al her bgrning chicks with her
flnsy lace haa6kerchief. THE song has
always been a favorite of mine" she
said. with what seemed like Indifference.
Please sing the last stanza." begged
Frank kilburne, looking into her eyes In
his Impressive way.
Not that one. Oh. no. she said, nerv-
ously- She turned the leaves quickly.
'.Ah, here is your gem. Mr.. Rogers" and
the plano obesiient to her fingers. tinkled
out the prelude 10 THAT Beautiful Pea
Green Boat"
MIN cnance TO roar as much as he
likes. said Ned Blackstone. whose tenor
was tnreaolke, though sweet
les. and here's another" retorted
Jini1fie, bursting out with:
"a little green peach in an orchard grew,
Listen - my tale Of woe;
One day this little peach dawned on the
view
OF Johnnie Jones and hi~ sister Sue.
Them two. them two.
Listen 70 my tale Of ="
Ned forEave because there was a good
tenor part IN the chorus and he joined
tie three II; singing feeiingiy: