Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1904-03-05

| well. Then suddenly her lips parted,
and she sat breathless. From the in
strument poured a melody almost I'M
earthly. The man played as if In
! spired. 1t was as if voices from an
other world were speaking. On, on he
went--from a pean of praise TO a
frenzy of passion, from hurricane
of hope to a dirge of despair.
Al hen on again, higher and high,
err, fast and faster, the liquid melody
poured from the violin. until, with one
great overr ar ring chord of grand
cur, the n topped and the bow
fell from his Herveless hand, while the
musician sank back painting. exhaust
ed, but triumphant. in his chair.
SO engrossed had he been with his
| beloved music, so enraptured had been
the girl with the marvellous strains
that Carlo Terrini had evoked, that
neither had heard the footsteps that
/ had mounted the stairs, nor seen the
form that now stood in the doorway.
| Gently the girl chided the poor violin
list for his great eXertion, sWeetly she
bade him goodnight and rest, slow
ly she turned from him to the door
For a moment she gazed as if looking
on the dead, then with a cry of pas
sion0te gladness she flew to the out
stretched arms, crying "Dickr
And as the lovers passed from the
room and the door closed behind them
Carlo Terinis head fell, and great
sob shook him from head to foot
Downstairs in Mrs. Birds front
parlor Dick Herricks story was soon
told. After months of Imprisonment
at WateryaaI he had recovered his
liberty, but not his rights. The Dutch
man who had sold him the land was
now in possession of it again and was
disputing his title. Too poor to take
the necessary legal action to recover,
he had returned to England as poor as
he left it four years before.
The next morning Mary, dressed for
the city, paid her usual visit to Carlo
Terrini before going. She found him
very i'll. He confessed that he had not
been to bed. He had been working all
through the long night, writing the
music he had composed and played to
her into his opera.
but now, now you have finished"
she pleaded, you will sleep-and rest?"
Yes, cara mia. | vii! rest--soon-
| promise you" and rs the door clos.
ed behind her he added, with a wan
smile, forever"
Two hours after she had gone Carlo
Terrini let himself out of the house.
without sound and made his way to
West End music firm, the head Of
which was a compatriot of his.
After a few minutes talk he per-
suaded him to listen to the opera
which he played through without
break.
Astonished and delighted the pub
Usher instantly concluded Il bargain
with him, and Carlo Terrini crept
home and fell exhausted ON the bed
from which he never rose again.
\ few hours before he died he gave
Il letter, sealed, 10 Mary MacAllister,
and whispered to her to keep it till
ne was dead The day after he was
aid to rest Mary Manchester, remem-
0eling the letter. opened it and read
,he last words of her dead friend
lie had given her the opera which
she had inspired, and which lad cos,
aim his life.
Two years later Mary MacAliister
looked down into the face of her h1st-
born. With the money which had
poured in on her like golden stream
from Carlo Terrinis work her nus.
band had fought and own his cause,
and was now on his way to becoming
Il South African millionaire. Win
opuIeuce around her, Il. child she ador-
d aud husband she wogsA ppad III
her side, there was yet a Wis,tui sad
ness in her look as she gqzed nj be
little oEe uer husband caught h
glance and aid his hand aeaug o..
her shoulder.
You have something to ask me-:
he said, gently.
Yes. little favor, dear, she hes.
tated,
what could l refuse you? T.
me-
Let our little one be named
Carlo"
Your wish is mine. dearest Whu
better name than the name of thai
noble soul to whom we owe our ADJ.
London Iit-Bits.