The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-02-27

h'ua' .i''at tne tur'c ;i;;aiil pp,ulv u,e.
o In vain Ie rcaspnea with her. entrc ut.
ing her to rest. to get s,vong. 60 pat the
thought of this dream ont OF her head.
She would not hc ai,poase,i un,il She
gained her own way and had been
dressed ond carried down To the sofa
In the little room she had learned to
love so we'll. She lay there contented-
~ for some time; then presently rising,
she crossed the room with feeble, fall
tering steps to the armchair.
1T was here that the dream ars*
came to me-" she said. 81 wonder IL
Lord Verramount would give n.e this
chair II asked him?"
"You need not wonder" said O voice
at the door. 'The chair is yours from
this moment.
II am so glad TO see you down again."
he continued. Il have missed you hor-
ribly."
"Have you? And will you really give
me this chair? 1 have always liked it
so much There Is something SO rest
full about 1t. Il have often wondered why
1T has this quaint old tapestry name!
i'll inc pack and whether some fair Ia
dy worked it for her own true love-"
AS she spoke she noticed that the
edge of the oval panel projected OH one
side more than on the other and press
ed 1t lightly into nlnce. To her sur
prise. 1t fell forward. and behind 1t, in
the hollow Of the chair. lay something
wrapped I'm red silk handkerchief.
"Why, what is thls?" she said won
n, IA IN. to-
VerramOunt. and contains treasure"
And then she gave little cry Of
amazed delight. for as she drew the
wrapper away there lay In her hands a
violin Of exquisite shape and workman
ship, with the magic name of Stradi-
sari inscribed on it and the date 1927.
She stared at 1t, breathless, fascinated,
then, lifting It, drew the bow softly
across the strings, tuned them and be-
gan to play.
Slowly. then gradually with more
confidence aud swiftness, she played
until the room was filled with strains
SO enchanting that it seemed as though
the very essence Of all harmony had
been imprisoned within the hidden vic.
lin and was exulting in its new liberty.
Lord FerramOunt watched her spell.
bound; scarcely able to believe his
senses at this extraordinary change.
Net ill the last sweet note had trem-
bled into silence did Mans raDt eX-
preston change Or her nervous fingers
relax their hold of the bow; then
stretching out her hand to him, she
cried:
c
remember now every note Of it! 1t
must have been played OH this violin
by, master hand. am sure of it.
Perhaps by Stradivari himself! All.
but"-lcr look changed suddcnly-"thc
violin is yours, Lord Vcrramount. 1t
must have belonged to the old man,
Your cousin. Perhaps he. too. spent bis
life trying to remember the tune, and
that was why the people called him
mad. You must take it,
"The violin is yours" Verramount
said quickly. 81 gave you the chair
with no reservations. ask Of YOU
only one favor in return-tlat you will
rest now and get well, SO that you may
be strong enough. to fulfill your ambi-
ton and play as you have played to-
night to hundreds of people,"
The effect he had counted on reward
ed him; the life and light flowed back
into Mans pale face rs she murmurcd:
"To play on this exquisite violin-it
would be splendid! must live for
thatw
And she did. Nor had she to wait
very long for the success which had
been her hearts desire.
The romance of the Ballylougk violin
and of the wonderful melody which
had come to Miss Kilmayne with It as
IN inspiration was talked about all
over the country. and an enterprising
concert manager at Dublin invited her
to perform there as new "star."
Then came Mans hour Of triumph.
There was hush OF momentary
silence when she finished her "Spirit
Song" and then the whole audience
rose 10 applaud her. When, flushed
and sparkling, she returned at last to
the artists room, Lord Verramount
was the first to clasp her hand.
"Nan." he said. his voice vibratlng
with the love he had SO long repressed
Il want you to let me bring my mother
here and introduce her to you. She
Is among your audience, and she
wishes to make up for the time she has
lost in making your acquaintance"
Nan did not answer. Her heart was
too full for words. But as she raised
glad eyes to his. he whispered under
his breath:
"She Is going to ask you to visit us.
Nan. say yes, for my sake! want you
Mt Mount Regal-alwaysw
And Nan, whispering softly, said,
"I'll come."-Penny Pictorial Magazine.
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