The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1903-10-11

the player Macpherson sighed and turn
I'd away Even Williams. the bullet head
OF the Quilt. was visfbiy affected.
"Gsatlemsa.. said lfekcalf. calmly un-
screwing the Inspired instrument and
stufang il ;ssfo his saddlebas. .thaS proves
one half 1y contention: the ether halt
can be IS easily proved.
Macpherson plEckca nervorsiy az his
taft of 4 beard and IN his blunt. honest
fashion said. Il thought that was my own
time
Il thought Il was mine" remarked
Williams, and there WIS in the slialas
injection 81 the last word The suggested
o. nan always sure OF himself iiscov-
erins hole in his arrnor
had dreams % developing Into a
great composer on the strcngth OF it, I
confessed and. try as might. could net
repre- sigh Juan echoed the sigh and
turned quietly away
Aetesh seemed 10 BE- oblivioux OF his
triumph The indifference that was in
his eyes when he looked down the n,,,v-lss
OF the reviewers stin fingered .sysu a~e
al wrong. he finally began. a mar ~
Whom you know nothing wrote L. Th-rs
was tir1e when the music stood wei IN
the worlds opinion About TIE baalr-
nang O. Its rogue ! came n contact Nm
Il. 10 my grievous INJURY.
or course there was a woman .,
went on after q slight pause There az
ways Is But she vas such a woman =.
only poets know ia teeir sreasas sr5
o. every right that springs fsosA wears ~
1nnasglng devotion and snsc,aSh love she
was mine
Then he came. the composer. Win all
ms old world charm and hls ca !, orls
ano"letSe q the human heart In some
Sni1s less than q Month from the sa4
introduced him % her I isarnet that an
Up s''hasSlas devotion and unseifish love
NSGiu NOT i3p the beam against sAe least
OF MS smiles. This knoUletlss cane dr.
ing the performance 81 the snu~sr -,
claim individually and collectively as votir
own As they sang l watched them. Ruk
WY go ons The music was composed for
asr: the mans soul vas in IT,
lnat was ten years ago. Occasionally
the desire takes possession 81 sn. 20 iesr,
II she stin lives. n shs Is hen.,.-- -,,,th
nan. and l move IN tae traea 81 49,,
yesterday she seemed 20 draw me gsa-s
tnat way And he waved his HassI To-
ward the crowded east No we're ha-dlv
conscious that he had finished. lis volcs
had fallen to a whisper
over Us the sky huug Gerry rea TN.
desert wore strange. pathetic look 'rhs
hiGe Neii shutting IN the mouatais.s sway
ed indoicntly. Not twig or grain Il
sand moved. The wiad Was dead.
hetcalf quietly ssddied his pony. We
watched him with the sympathy ~ felt
SIoNN.A III ttFE tAfft.
Wont YOU play for as iuss A mstleg'
said Macpherson aesifatlngiE
For answer Metcalf drew forth The
hats ard. leaning 2ga.ust the pony PLAY.
81 as man never played before lie seem
ed 70 be something more tnan human and
carried US with him into Is world far be-.
you'd this
Where he led rs we were content 70 ~.
IL was up. ever NJ and the higher ulaen
was easy Of attainment when he pointed
the way. None ~ the Ccampiug misery
or The cities WAS ~ the life unfoidcd ior
US. The kisses % tie kindly rain he
cavsSes cf the splendid sun. tEa frsellrn
OF Gods own smile. were 90 o. The gene
erous breath OF the morning IuIed us %
sleep again, and the whisperings % tna
water brook came 20 our ears
He was mere speck against flge sky
line when Williams said beautiful
Beautiful, Play il just once rnore.
Juan pressed M hand aud was gone
Macpherson looked wlth vacant rye art
er the Mexican. then arose and sa1d!ca
Up. lie waved goodby 90 ~ rs ne went
away
williams moved. ard put fny hand On
his arm. They will rot nrd him Z
whispered hoarsely "He WI SET behlaa
the mist and be lost Perhaps thcy Will
search for him forever"
Perhaps. perhaps said the bullet
head but for that Iausir I w1ald search
fer him ~ hades." And he fac. fods orr
the toi Of reason thai bacc n.e Stay.