The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-21

You have the whip hand Of NE now,
Godfrith, but wait-but wait till l have
you under my hand again. Corpo di-
came! will make you pay for thisp'
"of course you will, maestro" God
firth said, coolly. land you may. but
to-day l will be master of my own
hands. So / will come, Mr. Hoffman,.
if you will wait two seconds"
He left the room and returned in
stantly with plaid thrown over his
| narrow. STOPPING shoulders and his VIC
lin case under his arm.
Come" he went on, with an impish
.ladgh and a glance at the impresario,
scowling in his easy chair; "tbe macs
tro win recover when we are gone
Do you live here, Mr. Hoffman, 2" as
they emerged into the sunlit street
quite close" Ernest Hoffman, said,
CURLY. as they left the high road and
turned down narrow Savage street.
Godfritb Ak gave glance at the
dreary, demure houses right and left,
and laughed quietly to himself.
Eden in tatters for somebody, sup
PNFNs ~ SDh AiNE uElEs MI nun
mann?" as Ernest pushed open the
door of No. $50. Have you any other
childrenY
mo" Ernest Hoffman, said. as he
preceded the little fiddler up the creak-
ing stairs; "only this one-and his
mother is cripple. This way. Clara,
be is here" Dark blue eyes met the
dark gray, in long inquiring glance;
then thin hand, soft and white and
cold, went out to clasp the little hd.
dler's thin, hot fingers and q soft voice
said:
"Oh, it is good of you to come-so
good, Ernest told you how i'll our boy
was and how he longed to hear you
play? And your playing is marvel
How do you? Why She with.
drew her hand with n little cry
''You are not child at all, and
thought"
mo, | am not child" the little fd-
der said looking at her puzzled face
with clear, candid eyes. Il am seven.
teen. Yes with a shrug) / am a child
in size, I know-I stopped growing
when l was nine"
"Are you gypsy? Forgive me"
Clara said, with a pretty blush, hut it
has been said so-and | wondered if it
was true"
Il am Of gypsy blood on one side,
madame" Godfrith Ak answered the
mother's.''
81 am afraid Clara said, as he
opened the violin case and took the in
strument out handling it lovingly,
you ought rot TO have come out in
this east wind You have been i'll,
surely"
NO Godfrith said. quietly. Il am
never strong, madame. But l am never
Ill, either. Shall l begin to play now,
madame? Where is your boy"
In the next room - through that
open door, If you VIII be so kind. FIR.
nest" as her husband made as IL he
would follow the little fiddler to his
boys bedside, 'let them be alone to-
gether dear Our guest win like it bet
ter, | know. Madge would say / am
absurdy fanciful, dear" as he came
to her side with surprised face. But
l feel as il you had brought here a
good fairy who viii cure our Uric,
and-what is that he is playing?"
"a cradle song, madame" Godfrith
answered for himself. through the open
doorway. 1T is a Norwegian lullaby"
The lullaby crooned softly away into
silence, and then Clara from her couch
saw the little fiddler bend swiftly over
the bed and kiss her boys flushed de.
lighted face with q murmured $50. this
is better than the Albert Hall"
Then he took up. his bow again and
drew it over the strings in a swift,
dainty dance measure. all light, airy
passages. through which Clara could
almost hear the movement of dancing
feet She listened for few minutes
with half smile on her lips; then her
eyes, puzzled and half afraid. went
wistfully to meet the little fddler's,
and came back to her husbands face
with an unsatisfed fear in their blue
depths. Ernest. do l know that song?
AZ HON us 81 anu WISH AlAlANst--l WISH
he would not play it."
Madame. l am half way through It.
I must go on to the bitter end now"
the little fiddler called to her. with
tremhle of laughter in his voice. Il
shallsoon have done"
Il don't Ike it, Clara murmured,
distressfully. I seem to know it,
and"
She lay listening In silence for some
minutes, then the fear in her eyes kin
died into fame and she caught at
her husbands hand with The look Of
a terrified child
Ernest, l remember; it is the Dance
Of Death, that the Bohemian gypsies
play Stop him
my dear Clara Her terror
made even unimaginative Ernest
Hoffman, turn pale. and he turned yet
paler when the music stopped in the
middle of an airy dance movement,
ION the Goth lust. suddenly,
of heart disease. Godfrith Ak, violin
list" That was what the third para
graph of the Telegraph said, but Clara
Hoffman,. sobbing over the newspaper
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