The Aberdeen Democrat. (Aberdeen, South Dakota) 1???-1909, 1903-10-30
the famous signor Tiorno pronounced

the famous Signor Tiorno pronounced
it worthy of the highest praise.
Colin threw the letter down in bit
ter contempt. Stolen honors-a
giants robe" he muttered, "only, thank
heaven, there is still time to make
restitution. l will take il there to-
night-now, it may be to them what
it vas to me--What it would have been
to me if it were honestly mine. Per-
haDs the melody was hers-that beau
tiful dark-eyed girl | used to see pass
ing up and down to the secon floor
back--rerhaps it was the old foreign
er's l saw with her just before l was
taken ill-they will pity and forgive,
the temptation was so great"
But they also had left Mrs. Wilcox's
apartments, he f0und-they had gone
a few days before he himself had lone
SO.
"She-Miss Giacomo-was q goven-
ess and had lived here for three years"
explained Mrs. Wilcox, vexedly, and
paid to the day all that time. Then
her uncle came and took her away-he
hadn't any children, and Is quite a
rich old man, l believe, an she's going
abroad with him. She was his sisters
child, an theve'd been a quarrel over
the marriage an they lost sight of
each other. Anyhow the parents are
dead now, and the signor he's adopted
Miss Giacomo for his own; their adj
dress, sir? Now, let me see, they
went from here to n of them big
hotels-Cecil l think 1t was"
Colin cOntrived to cut short the rest
of her voluble talk, and started off to
walk TO the Hotel Cecil; he was glad
from his heart that the girl had found
a friend and the prospect of happi-
ness-if only the good luck had come
to him, other dreams than money and
fame might have been his; now size
would never know that her pretty face
had chained him to Mrs. Wilcox's
house like a spell; that the chance
meeting sometimes, the glance from
her sweet eyes had inspired his muse
yes! something else had gone out of
his life with Nina Giacomo, and he
had to confess himself as a thief be-
fore her. r
1t was the only restitution he could
make.
Il had set my whole soul on win
ming hat prize" stammered the Gull
prit, with downcast eyes. II thought
Of it by day and dreamed of it by
uight-theD i was taken i'll, and a
wondrous melody made itself known
to me-; strange, sweet harmonies ran
through my fever so that waking was
almost a pain, for with coming back
TO this dreary world the angel tune
vanished, and I could not catch hold OF
tit seemed still in my soul, but
elusive, like q shadow which cannot
be grasped-then-one night / heard it
played in another room, heard Il
hummed and strummed, not the har-
mony, but the ghost of the melody
and my delirium was not over. l en-
treat you to believe it was not the true
Colin Stuart, but some remnant of the
fever fiend who did it. / stole the
melody and elaborated it, harmonized
it, as I had heard it played in my
dreams, and / sent 1t in as my own;
it wonst the prize-it Is here-yours
not mine
"No," said Nina Giacomo, softly lay
ing a OBTAINING hand to stay the re.
treat he tried to make, "it was always
yours, Mr.. Stuart; even in your fever
the ruling passion Of your life came
out; there were many hours when yol
We're alone, INTENDED, and you used tt
get up and play wonderful music
dream music-which drove one into
ecstasy to hear, better, far more beau
tiful than | had ever heard you play
before.
THAT prize melody was yours, and
used to pick out just the air on my
piano afterward sometimes. I have re
membered other tunes, but I liked thai
best; it is your very own, and the ap-
pointment alsO-and | am happy foi
your sake"
Il had M other dream, too, he
said, in almost inaudible tone, "as
sweet or sweeter than the music
There was a purse found in my room
a lady's purse, with a name hastily
erased, yet not SO thoroughly but that
some letters were left"
O nus forgive, she said quick
ly; 'the good luck came to me just
then; my uncle offered me a home
| knew I should have enough money
for always-and-and / was passing
the door when you fell and tainted.
/ knew why, and-Mrs. Wilcox has
been made hard because her own fight
has been so bitter-those on the coach
cannot understand how the wheels
hurt. unless once they have been un-
der them themselves"
And after all they did not pass on:
of each others iives-the good luck
had come at last!-London Tit-Bits.
H~umiltnting tie British Lion.
Mr.. Gourley, a member of the Cana
clan house of commons, is noted fol
his intense hatred of the United