Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-06-18

been thinking OF you. longing to see you
TO look on you-to. perhaps-be able TO
take your little hand-SO-and kiss it.
and let fall my tears-as of blood, on it.
You have saved my life-yOu have done
more-y0u have inspired mel have been
dreaming picture of You, as | lay
watching the fire. a vision Of goodness.
so high. 80 pure. so true, and the melody
came. | heard. SOmeWhere--away. tIp
above me. in Gods air. a host chanting
your praises; the music they sang was
the melody my soul has sought so long
| pUt it i'm my work. That work ut last
Will be complete. 1t will triumph. for
none can resist such music rs this
He rose abruptly. with Sudden strength
where "A violin lay in its case. Mary Mac
Alli~tfr uttered cry. and laid a re-
>iTaiuing hand on his arm.
w hat are You DOING she cried
" lou wi!i kiil yourself if you exert Your
self Ike this
Tho violinist took up his instrument
and crcpt hack to his chair
No. 1t is hfe to ne To play. and you
must near. Then You shall tell me If il
is good enough for my opera
lie seated himself and began TO play
The girl. seeing remonStrance useless
quietly dropped into Il seat and listened
For few moments she heard only music
"a
days wa"n he was we'll. Thei suddenlg
her lips parted, and She sat breathleSs
From the instrument poured a melody AZ
most unearthly. The man play q as IL in
Spired. 1t was rs if voices fro m another
world were speaking. On on he Won't
from n paean Of praise TO n frenzy Of pas
sion. from hurricane Of hope to a dirge
Of despair.
And then on again. higher and higher.
faStcc and faster the Liquid melody poured
from the violin. until with one great
GycrpaWcring chord Of grandeur. the nlu-
sic stopped and the bow fell from his
nerrciess hand. Wlnlc the musician sank
back painting, exhausted, but triumphant.
in his chair.
So cugrossed Ind he been with his bo
loved music, so enraDtured had been tie
girl with tbs 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
Ia the doorway Gently the girl chiaea
the poor yiolinist for his great exertion.
sweety she hade him goodnight aud rest
slowly she turned from him to the door.
For moment She aazed. as ie looking CD
the dead. tlen With a cry Of passionate
giadngSs She deW to the outstretehed
arms. CRYING Dick"
AMI as the lovers passed from the room
auj the door closed behind them. Carlo
hjm from head 20 foot
Downstairs in Mrs. Birds front parlor
l}'c.1 iiorri,k'S story was soon told Aft
tt months Of imprisonment III Watervaal
be had recovered his liberty. bur not his
rights. The Dutchman who had sold him
the land was now in possession Of Il
again. and was disputing his title. Too
poor 70 take the necessary legal action to
recover. ho had returned to England as
poor as he left it four years before
It'd" next morning Mary, dressed for
the city. paid her usual visit to Carlo Ter
RIM before going She found him very
ILL., lie 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 op-
era.
but now, now you have finished. She
pleaded. you will sleep-and restY'
Yes, cara mia. | will rest-soon--I
promise you" and MS the door closed he
hind her. he added, with wan smile,
forever
Two hours after she had gone Carlo
Tcrrini let himself out Of the house S.ftlt-
ont a sound and made his way 10 Il West
End music firm, the head of which WAS a
compatrot of his.
After a few minutes talk he rersuad,
ed Kim TO listen To the opera, which he
played through without a break
Astonshed and delighted. the publisher
instantly concluded a bargain with him,
and Carlo Tcrrini crept home and fell
exhausted on the bed, from which he
never rose again.
\ few hours before he died he gave
letter, sealed, to Mary MacAllister. and
whispered her to keep it till lie was
dead The day after he was laid to rest
Mary MacAllister remembering the let
ter, opened it and read the last words
Of her dead friend.
lie had given her the opera which she
had inspired, and which had cost him his
life.
Two years later Mary Herrick looked
down into the face of her iirst-born With
the money which had poured in on her
IKE 4 golden stream from Carlo Teriini's
work her husband had fought and won
his cause. and was now ON his way to be
coming South African millionaire.
With opulence around her. a child she
adorcd. and husband She w0rshipped at
her side, there was yet Il Wistful sadness
in her look rs she gazed at her little one.
Her husband caught her glance, and laid
his hand gently on her shoulder.
Yen have something 10 ask me- he
sail gently,
tated.
what could | refuse YOU? Tell me-
Let Our little one be named-C Carlo
Your wish is mine. dearest. What
better name than the name Of that noble
Soul to whom we owe our allT'-London
Tit-Hits.