The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1903-11-06

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the famous Sig4ora Tiorno pronounced
1T worthy .of tho highest praise.
Colin threw the letter down Is bit-,
ter contempt. Stolen onors- q
giants robe, s he muttered only. thank
heaven. there is still tidts tos make
restitution. will take &c here to-
night-now, 1t may beIsto thsdmIls what
It was to me what 1t would have been
to me IL it were honestly Mine. Per-
haps the melody was hers That beau
tifnl sdark-eyedseir1 L,ased to SEQ pass
Ing md down to the second floor
back-Iefh 1t was the old foreign
ers with her Just before l was
taken tllE-they will pity and forgive,
the temptation was so great.
.3.ssf by they aasoshaa LETT Mrs. Wilcox's3
apartments he found they had gone
! sfew:dayssbefore he himself. had done
So FL. 81. : s:s: =ss .:ss.s i
She-Mtss GiacomO q goven-
ess and had lived here for three years..
explained Mrs. Wilcox, yexedly, ..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, I believe, an she's going
abroad with him. She was his sisters.
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, SIT? Now, let me see, they
went from here to one OF them big
hotels-Cecil I think 1t was"
Colin contrived to cut short the rest
Of her voluble talk, and started of to
walk to the Hotel Cecil; he was glad
from his heart that the girl had found
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 she
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 q thief be-
fore her. :, 49,
1t was the only restitution he could
make.
d.. "
Il had set my whole soul on win
ming that price," stammered the cul-
prft, with downcast eyes. IT thought
of it by day and dreamed Of it by
night-then l was taken ILL.,. and a
wondrous melody made itself known
to me; strange, sweet harmonies ran
til rough my fever so that waking was
almost a pain, for with coming back
to this dreary world the angel tune
vanished, and r could not catch hold If
tit seemed still in my soul, but
elusive, like a shadow which cannot
be grasped-then-on night heard it
played in another room, I heard it
hummed and strummed, not the har-
mony, but the ghost of the melody,
and my delirium was not over. en-
treat you to believe it was not the true
Colin Stuart, but some remnant of the
fever f1end who did it. L stole the
melody and elaborated it, harmonized
1t, as had heard it played in my
dreams, and I sent it in as my own;
it won the prize-it is here-yours,
not mine" ~ /
NO." said Nina Giacomo, softly lay
ing OBTAINING hand to stay the re-.
treat he tried to make, 1T was always
yours Mr.. Stuart; even in your fever
the ruling passion of your life came
out; there were many hours when you
were alone, INTENDED, and you used to
get up and play wonderful music
dream music-which drove one into
ecstasy to hear, better, far more beau
tiful than I had ever heard you play
before.
THAT prize melody was yours, and I