The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1903-06-12
and nrepared for some hours

,., h,cL so soon Well, that was MS
business. | was glad of the CAUSE
whatever it was. :, 1
put down pen and pencil anu
prepared to enjoy my usual e"nee'
~ the light fingers rippled over Pi
l,de ali the more so, that soon 81
Ion.a ,vmld reign in the room heA'
door .,e,s. Tn |
sitting in dimly lit room, close "
ar. ,an door Of the balcony, anu
I,ol,;p@ ont at a flood of moohilsn''
,os,ip@ calm and white over the quie'
Ia s+reet and ancient buildings III.
neirhbor's melodies came INV
, farewell of one long KNOWN WINS
.hsapce would leave n strange Noiu'
!, was fast approaching the hour
| IL, Monsieur usually left OH pla!
| ing. ..5 no.
cab. rapidly driven. stopped pc
fore the front door. There Wei'
voices. hurried steps and sii@ht cry
,nd that indefinite commotion which
| indicates trouble of some sort.
ran down stairs ana asked INC
driver what was the matter
some of the musicians at the French
| onera rot into little trouble. the
man explained.
Nothing much, only there had been
some stabbing. He was brought
home by his friends. He had been
drinking. He'd be all right In the
morning..
Two men coming out of my neigh
boris door. speaking volubiy IN
| French. corroborated the mans state
ment.
went back. turned on the cleo
trio lights and prepared for an hour
or two of hard work. wondering over
| what seemed rather ineNplicable.
! 1t was quite late when there was
light. hurried knock at the door.
I'm afraid he is very i'll. He is so
| restless. and he does not recognize
me. j can't leave him. and / saw the
light over here, so / thought
| I stood silent. too much amazed at
the beauty of the face before me, to
answer her timid request. until SOFT
color like pink fame swept over u
and her great grey eyes filled with
tears.
Il beg your pardon a thousand
fines" / said hurriedly. 'Of course
| will do anything in the world for
Monsieur Daubert. / am sure you
are needlessly alarmed. Ii You will
let me go to him l can judge better
what to do.
We went down stairs and over into
INV neighbours room. which was bare
and forlorn. an Erard piano standing
against the partition wall.
On a poor. little cot Mr.. Daubert
Law. muttering and tossing.
Nothing to be alarmed about, j
said. arranging bandage through
which blood had ooZed.
1 She knelt by him. and leaning her
head near him, murmured soothing
". while strol<ing his restless hands
! .Who is she?" l wondered. doing
l what / could to relieve him. before
Z going for physician and nurse.
|: When / came back with both
: learned that the wound was not Sc
rious.
His habits. like all these Bohemian
musicians, are evidently very bad.
1.-The man is hard drinker. Blu
!, he'll be all over it in a few days" m,
= friend Bolton said. writing out pre-
scription, after giving directions.
THAT daughter of his is the mos
= perfectly beautiful woman ever saw
s. Splendid, too. She's devoted to him
', and miles superior to him. Good oil
u l L 30 hn n
> she follows him all over the countr
d to take care of him. Strangers? \
!" indeed, I've known 'em for years,
Bolton added, as we went down tn
" hall together.
u, "Why, I've told Alma a hundre
times she ought to marry me instea
of supporting that, her good-fol
Is nothing father, teaching music an
- nursing him when he gets into tro'
~ BILE. She's the greatest pianist eve
8 heard and the grandest woman
:, know.
IL The front door closed on Boltol
y who promised to come early in til
q morning, and l went slowly back
IL the bare room where the wounde
:, man lay.
~ .-The nurse says she won't have yo
here. That you must go to bed"
no said. gently taking Alma's hand al
NE leading her away.
Ell We nursed him together for a fe
'e DAYS and he recovered.
I'D 1--WE leave tomorrow" Alma sal
MI leaning her folded arms on the ire
railing of the balcony that last eve
w. ing / recall so well. She was lookil
EN- musingly out at the ancient old cit
en- and narrow, lamp-lit streets, soften
MS by faint mists, and the shadows
W. night.
lte but / will never forget your Kin
oio ness" she said softly.
"Yoa will come back?" 1 ask
+ slowly.
ms 'Oh. yes. some day-when we
de married." she added. smiling, while
nd radiance swept over her face.
M The Erard piano was to be cart
ms away after they left.
nd But now it stands in n corner
this room and the Cupids and Psycf