The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1902-01-23

Will appear TO De Sc 4tleu so lar as
the Valcombs were concerned.
What Henry Walton said and did,
no one knew. He was a lonely man,
living somewhere in lodgings, and
had 10 confidant.
The Nalcombs sighed in secret.
Half a hundred thousand dollars
seemed such a desira BILE adjunct; bu5
of course Elanor was right. No one
wished her to make an uncon9enial
marriage for the barcfaced purpose
of feplenishing the family purse.
Still it might not have been uncon-
genial. If only she would consent to
investigate. But at the suggestion
she whirled upon them.
'Mammon,' and then, in direst
scorn: "You people must think me
. bereft of self-respect.'
Later on she set aside heroics and
4 told them that she would work for
them cheerfully but that she would
not sell herself for pelf. No; not if
ten thousand Aunt Eubas made as
many thousand conditional wills and
left the wealth of the Indies in fee
simple. And this, indeed, did set
tie it.
Elanor returned to town and her
small rooms up six flights, and went
to work on her cartoons with re-
doubled energy. The rest of the fam
lily remained in the country trying to
realize that Aunt Euba had died at
last and left her namesake-lenni-
tlA- hnI tt1r1 Il
about their ears. And Henry Wal
ton? Nobody knew anything about
him, not even where he lived.
Elanor worked hard, telling her
self between whiles that she was not
disappointed; that she had never eN-
pected to inherit anything from her
cranky relative. at is nobler to earn
ones bread by the sweat of ones
brow than to live at ease in ones
own town house" But-well, after
series of rounds with the editors,
the sweat of the brow seemed to be
= more in evidence than either noble
ness or bread.
It was with distinct sigh that the
young cartoonist put away the re-
down on the rug before the fire. And
then it was that she first heard the
violin. Some one in the next room
began playng-a low sweet reverie
of sound as though the player was
dreaming of other days. Eleanor
found herself forgetting the harass-
ing present and drifting backward to
the times of her careless-hearted
childhood when she was wild young
tomboy with all boys sense of
honor and girls willfulness. Well,
she had wound up by drawing car
toons. she was making living for
herself and helping the home folk.
Not much compared with all those
beautiful poetic ideals of youth, but
still something. This was the frame
of mind that the solo left with her
and she went to bed grateful foT
contentment.
The next evening she hurried
through her tea and laid down on
the rug in eager anticipation. The
violin did not fail her. Softly, sweet
ly as before il began its story. But
it was no longer her story that it
told. She felt her sympa thies yearn-
ing vaguely toward an unknown sad
Tess. What was it the violin wills
pered of as it faltercd on through
those bars of exquisite melancholy?
Woodlands without, songs of birds.
fields of flowers with the hum of
h0es--lonely, lonely! as of
mountains snow-capped and desolate.
1t came to her at last that it was
the heart of the player that had
crept into the violin's song; without
pausing to reflect Eleanor felt sud
denly sorry for her unknown neigh
Dor. sympathy rushed in with a
gush of warmth and the violin fall
tered on. She fell to dreaming and
for the first time in many months
her own ego did not obscure her
vision. Compared to that lonely life
next door how much had she to be
thankful for!
Evening after evening through that
long dark winter the violin's music
sstole out upon the siXth-story still
ness, singing so sweetly its wistful
song; and day by day the girl
gained in strength and purity. The
editors no longer received her work
with a wrinkle between their brows.
but occasionally their eyes creased at
the corners, and their checks grew
larger. Elanor thanked them with
her lips, but her heart gave its graft
tude to the violin.
One day they met; it was strange
that they had not met before since
both had lived so long on the same
floor, and Elanor did not know that
he was the man who played the VIC
lin. But that night she found a new
note in the solo and the next day
she went about with half-formed
conviction that she would speak to
him before she slept.
Sometimes coming events. even
though intangible, do cast fore
warning shadows. She had lust
curled herself up in the freight
when his knock rang against her