The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-21
IlTATE's fiddler"
The little fddler-such a
little fiddler-hung a quick

little tiddler-hung a quick
unchildlike glance around
the packed concert room, drew long,
unchildlike sigh, and began to play.
First, a gay ripple Of music-light and
needless and youthful-then phrase
or so, subdued and soft and piteous
as the moan Of doves in immemorial
elms," followed by the liquid lament OF
nightingale. A scurry Of soft notes
like summer rain dropped from the
strings into silence, and the end came
with repetition of the child's laugh.
Gypsy, every note Of it," an emf
nent scientist said to his daughter, as
she leaned back In her stall with tears
in her soft brown eyes. Gypsy music,
my dear Madge, and played, one would
swear, by a gypsy, but for his face.
And his name, too, is pure Saxon-An-
glo-Saxon at that"
1T is, papaT' his daughter Madge
said, with swift glance at the little
fiddler now rendering a Wild bazarre
movement, half dance, half march.
It's an odd name, too; Godfrith Ak.
/ don't think like it, and l don't think
like his face, either; it's SO sallow aud
plain
Look at his eyes, my dear"
$50 have, and l don't want to do
1t again. papa; they give me the
creeps." Madge whispered back. But
he's wonderful player"
AYE, he is that; wonder where he
comes from? ] am interested In his
names pure Anglo-Saxon Madge; think
Of it."
Perhaps he's ghost or something
of that sort" commented Madgc. flip
PANTY. "Angliclze his name a little,
please, papa; it's too Saxon for me-
Godfrey Oak; that is the modern
English of 1t, my dear; and there is no
verb Anglo said the professor, dryly,
as the violin piece ended, and a little
rustic went through the crowded
room. Eyes, that is the last. Come.
Madge, my dear-Why, Hoffman,, l
never expected to see you here, And
how is your wife, my dear fellow"
They were out in the vestibule now,
and Madge Dormer, paler than her
wont. offered her hand with a smile
to the specialized young German her
father had taken by the arm.
How is Mrs. Hoffman,? Better, l
hope. And your boy?"
CLARA is as well as she ever viii be,
Miss Dormer." Ernest Hoffman, said,
not too cordially. "She will never walk
again, the doctor says, but she is
stronger and patient-she is always
that, You know"
II do know" Madge said. with a
catch in her breath. Il knew Clara
before you did, Mr. Hoffman,. and ]
can bear witness to her sweetness"
You did. l beg your pardon. Miss
Dormer," Ernest Hoffman, flushed
little.
The professor. mildly uneasy. put ii
a half apologize remark, after the
laundering masculine fashion. "MadgC
is very fond of your wife. Hofmann
always was, through ALL"
Il appreciate Miss Dormer's devo
tion," Ernest Hoffman, said, with q
stiff bow. Madge held her head erect
and looked at him with an angry light
in her eyes.
Il appreciate Mr.. Hoffmanns mag
nanimity," she said. Jelly. Papa, We
shall he late if we don't hurry Good
by. Mr.. Hoffman,; my kind love Il
Clara. o, by the bye. how is Ulvic?n
'Ulric is ILL.," Ernest Hoffman, said
shortly. mir. Dormer, monent Cal
you tell me where Godfrith Ak is stay
ingf"
"Senor Ludovico is at the Alexandr;
Hotel and Ak is with him. of course,
the professor said, as he turned away
hurried by the danger signals flying il
his daughters face.
How she hates met Ernest Hoff
mann sighed, as he went through tn
park in the March wind and sunshine
Il suppose she thinks clerk had M
right to marry her cousin. All, Clar;
does not think so-yet How that la,
played-no wonder ulric dreams o
him. And wonder il he viii come
The wonder remained when he sat il
the luxurious sitting room at the Alex
andra. facing the impresSario, a bis
handsome italian, with an enornou
beard.
Yes, his playing is a marvel" Slgno
Ludovico said, placidly scanning Hon