The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1902-09-04
II " ATE'S a fiddler"
Il The little tiddler-such
little fiddler-hung a qu!c


little fiddler-hung quick
unchildlike glance around
the packed concert ROOM drew long
unchildlike sigh. and began to play
First, gay ripple Of music-light and
needless and youthful-then a phrase
or so, subdued and soft and piteous
as the moan of doves in immemoria
clms," followed by the liquid lament OF
a nightingale. A scurry Of soft notes
like summer rain dropped from the
strings into silence, and the end came
with 4 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, papa?" his daughter Madge
said, with a swift glance at the little
fiddler, now rendering n wild bazarre
movement, half dance, half march
''It's an odd name. too; Godfrith Ak.
1 don't think like it. and don't think
like his face, either; it's so sallow and
plain"
Look at his eyes. my dear"
$50 l have, and | don't want to do
it again, papa: they give me the
creeps," Madge whispered back. But
he's wonderful player"
AYE. he is that; wonder where he
comes from? l am interested in his
name; pure Anglo-Saxon, Madge; think
of It,"
Perhaps he's a ghost or something
of that sort" commented Madge, dip
panty. "Anglicize his name little
please, papa; it's too Saxon for me-
Godfrey Oak; that Is the modern
English of it, my dear; and there is nc
verb Anglo said the professor, dryly
as the violin piece ended, and a little
rustic went through the crowded
room. "Yes, that is the last. Come
Madge, my dear-Why, Hoffman,,
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 spectacled young German her
father had taken by the arm.
"How is Mrs. Hoffman,? Better
hope. And your boy?"
CLARA is as well as she ever will be
Miss Dormer," Ernest Hoffman, said
not too cordially. "She will never wall
again, the doctor says, but she is
stronger and patlent-she is always
that, you know"
II do know" Madge said. with @
catch in her breath. II knew Clara
before you did, Mr.. Hoffman,. and
can bear witness to hes sweetness"
"You did. l beg your pardon. Miss
Dormer." Ernest Hoffman, flushed
a little.
The professor, mildly uneasy, put IL
q half apologetic remark, after thl
blundering masculine fashion. "Madg,
is very fond of your wife. Hoffman,
always was. through ALL"
Il appreciate Miss Dormer's deyo
tion," Ernest Hoffman, said, with {
stiff bow Madge held her head erec
and looked at him with an angry ligh
in her eyes.
Il appreciate Mr.. Hoffmann's mag
nanimity," she said, icily Papa. W,
shall be late If we don't hurry. Good
by, Mr.. Hoffman,; my kind love t
Clara. o, by the bye, how is Ulric?"
"Ulric is i'll" Ernest Hoffman, said
shortly. "Mr. Dormer. a moment. Cat
you tell me where Godfrith Ak is stay
ing?"
"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 mew Ernest Hon
mann sighed, as he went through tn
park in the March wind and sunshine
Il suppose she thinks a clerk had n,
right to marry her cousin. Ahl Clarl
does not think so-yet. How that la,
played-no wonder Uric dreams o
him. And wonder II he will come
The wonder remained when he sat /
the luxurious sitting room at the Ale1
nndra. facing the impressario. bis
handsome Italian. with an enormou
beard.
''Yes. his playing is marvel" Slgno
Lndoyico said. placidly scanning Hof
inann's shabby figure; 'but hav
brought forth several marvels In m
time That reminds me-" with glanc
at the clock, my time is limited a
present-you will pardon me. Mr.. Hof
mann, / am sure"
MY business ISL came to ask
favor, Signor Ludovico." Ernest Hof
mann said, desperately. my little SO
Is very i'll; he has not slept for fol
nights, and all his cry is for Godfrit
Ak"
'1ndeedi"
"Dr. Herr says II Uric could hes
him play 1t might cure him."