The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-04-17
Love and a Motor-Car
By MRIE COL U II o U N

of duplicty. He would go to Dover street
in his true eolors-a humble clergyman of
the church. who found it necessary to
utilize his gift of music as a subsidiary
means of maintenance.
Accordingly the Rev. Septimus shaved
himself unusually clean on Wednesday
morning, put on his newest-shaped collar,
brushed his coat well, and set out for the
mansion in Dover street with his fiddle
case in his hand.
The footman surveyed him from his hat
to his boots as he ushered him into the
library. and wondered what was the con-
nection between clergyman and a fiddle
case
The cu-ate sat in an armchair richly up
holstered in morocco, and very nearly
broke a commandment, so great was his
admiration. if not envy. of the collection of
books at either side of the room.
Suddenly he heard the frou-frou of
woman's dress. and the next moment there
appeared in the room, almost before he
had time to rise, young lady in white,
beautiful as a goddess. with laughing eyes
and a rosebud of mouth.
He nearly lost his aplomb. He had not
bargained for young lady pupil, but had
rather led himself to believe that the hand
writing on the scented paper that of
a middle-aged lady who had conceived a
craze for the violin.
She too, was surprised on beholding
young clerical gentleman with a fiddle case
on his knee.
I'm Miss Herbert she said. simply,
land 1 want some one to play with me the
works of the great masters whom / love.
But" and she paused for a moment.
There was a doubt implied in the but"
and he OWNED il.
Il also love the great masters he said,
land have striven for a long time to in
terpret them"
The merest suspicion crept into her mind
at this remark A curate raving over
Schubert and Mozart seemed an incredible
thing.
Shall we begin at once?" she said. as
if anxious to test the amateur maestro's
skill
Il am at your service. Miss Herbert
And forthwith he produced his violin from
its case. She took hers from the bottom
shelf of a cabinet, and both began to
tune up.
What shall it be?' she asked.
Anything you like he replied.
They looked at each other for n moment
and each OWNED the others thoughts. She
was certainly dubious of his skill, and he,
suspecting dubiety, was anxious to undergo
any test she might impose upon him.
Here is a piece by Chopin she said.
fishing out some music from disorderly
heap by the side of the music cabinet.
Chopin let IL be- he said. quietly.
They began and played the piece through
out.
'Delightful,' she exclaimed, her eyes
shining with enthusiasm. 81 never had
anyone to play with me like that before.
You'll do Oh, yes. you'll suit me-
at might have been done better" he
answered Pardon me for saying so, but
you were inclined to drag the time a little.
Let play It over again. or perhaps you
would like TO try something else?'
NO" she said, humbly. well go through
IL again.
Chopin again interpreted. also various
pieces by Rossini Rubenstein and Mozart.
For an hour they played. He could have
played for another hour. but she had had
enough for that day. Besides the enthusi-
asm which music always inspired in her
she was clearly excited at the discovery
she had made-a Church of England curate
the best amateur violinist she had met
with Then they fell 10 talking about the
composers. He talked well; he ou'
she had not met any one like him before.
He was in the middle of dissertation on
Bach when the door few open. and a young