Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-01-10
WON BY A TUNE.
BY T. BoNSALL.

uttered the words of farewell, and FOR
the twentieth time the girl responded
but, realizing that the parting was not
an ordinary one, they were 10th to par.
even then. Years hence they might meet
again; perhaps neverl
"And dearest, youth remember, if the
recollection of me ever stands in yous
light, you're to forget | existed. Prom
Use me that"
The girl looked into the earnest face
bending over her, into the depths of the
grave, brown eyes.
Il cannot" she said softly. "More-
over. is it necessary? Is it what you
would do were you in my placer"
Her logic was unanswerable, and he
sighed.
IF you were the only child of some
body next door to a millionaire" she
went on, 'and your father forbade you
to marry anyone who was not wealthy
while you really loved one poor as a
church mouse, would you give up with
cut struggle? OF course you wouldn't {,
Mark. You'd wait, and wait, and hope y
'But waiting doesn't always bring
wealth" broke in Jermyn, especially in
the musical profession. Why did my
father ever destine me for his own
career?" he added. bitterly.
Because it's what you're most fitted
for" Elsie Renton replied. Mark, dear,
you're going to be great man."
He waived away her words with Il
smile and another kiss.
"You flatter me, sweetheart" he said.
although it's true my father was far
from being mediocrity. He changed his
name on marriage, and died when | was
only years old. But his existence real
ly ended, so far as the world was con-
cerned, when he forsook his old name,
for he never composed a single thing
after"
How strange!" remarked the girl,
wonderingly. "And what a terrible ex-
ample to you, dearest
"You may think so. Of course, | was
too young to know much then and never
heard how it all happened, for my mother
soon followed my father"
"And his name before VAS"
"Wegar-Mark Wegar-one of the
foremost composers OF his time!"
A couple of years later Mark Jermyn
was in London. 1t seemed much longer
since he had parted from Elsie Renton
| i'll Paris, where they had been fellow stu
| dents at the Conservatoire; she for the
| sake of finishing a mhsical education, ne
because he had his future living to con-
| slider.
In Paris the girl had been free from
the hidebound conventionalities of home
and her doting parents would doubtless
have been Mortified had they known she
had dared to regard some one with af-
lection. The two had parted; he to work
for a name and she to enter society.
And now he was in London, his fame
having preceded him, and Mark Jermyn
the celebrated pianist was announced
to make his debut before the most crit.
cal audience in the world. Success had
not spoilt him. and he remained the same
modest man that had held Elsie's hand in
his two years since; deeply, madly, il
love with her still Several times She
had written to him, and with her last
letter in his pocket as a talisman, hC
faced the eager crowd that evening
The performance was a success. Marx
Jermyn's reputation was more than up
held and he quickly became the lion Of
the hour. Invitations from the highest
in the land literally showered upon him
so numerous, that they would have taker
years to respond to all. one of III,
earliest coming from the Rentons offer
ing princcly fee Tor a short recital al
a Forthcoming AT Home" TO thi:
Jermyn stiflly replied that he only ac
cepted social engagements. An answer
soon came altering the tone of the in
vitation, and day of two later he founc
himself about to meet his loved one one,
more.
The place was already thronged will
guests when he arrived, but Elsie was tn,
first to greet him. and as he took hc-
hand he would have knelt down there ant
then and kissed it, had not decorum for
babe. She welcomed him gayly, and h
felt all at once the happiest of mortals
for single look eerved to tell him h,
held her heart still
I'm hostess for the moment" she Oh
served. Let me take you to mother"
He followed her. and a little later wa.
being introduced to Mrs. Renton.
MIR. Jermyn, mother."
The stately lady addressed, looked nm
and as she saw his handsome, clearer
features, started.
"Mr, Jermyn?-ah, yes, of course
Your appearance seems familiar Blu
then, aren't Your photographs all owe
London?" she asked.
Mark bowed, but guessed by her ton,
that she had never seen his portrait.
He sauntered aimlessly about, convers
! ing first with one and another, till a
= length he found himself addressing tn
host himself. And Jermyn was agree
ably surprised; Elsie's father was no
nearly 50 formidable as he had picture,
linn to be; on the contrary. his attitud
toward the young lion of the season wa
! courtesy and genialitv itself.
"Ah! my laughter tells ME she me
you in Paris" he remarked zone of Il,
itrst to discover your genius. | believe
ElSie's dear girl my dear sir!'
she Is" asscnted Mark, earnestly.
- Always dutiful girl, and a prih