Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1904-05-21

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and she sat breathless. From the in
strument poured a melody almost I'M
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 a hurricane
of hope to a dirge of despair.
And then on again, higher and high
err, faster and faster, the liquid melody
poured from the violin, until, with one
great overpowering chord of grand
eur, the music stopped and the bow
fell from his nerveless 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
babe him goodnight and rest, SLOW
ly she turned from him to the door.
For moment she gazed, as If looking
on the dead, then with a cry of pas
sionate gladness she flew to the out
stretched arms, crying "Dick!
And as the lovers passed from the
room and the door closed behind them
Carlo Terrini's head fell, and a great
sob shook him from head to foot.
Downstairs in Mrs. Birds front
parlor Dick Herricl1's story was soon
told. After months of Imprisonment
at Waterfall 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 Ill. He confessed that he had not
been to bed. He had been working al
through the long night, writing the
music he had composed and played tc
her into his opera.
"But now, now you have finished
she pleaded, you will sleep-and rest?
Eyes, cara mia. l will rest-soon-
promise you," and as the door clos
ed behind her he added, with wal
smile, forever"
Two hours after she had gone Carlo
| Terrini let himself out of the house
without q sound and made his way t.
West End music firm, the head o
which was compatriot of his.
After 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 a bargai
with him, and Carlo Terrini crep
home and fell exhausted on the bee
from which he never rose again.
A few hours before he died he CAV
a letter, sealed, to Mary MacAllistel
and whispered to her to keep it ii
he was dead. The day after he wa
laid to rest Mary MacAllister, remen
boring the letter, opened it and rea
the last words of her dead friend.
He had given her the opera whic
she had inspired, and which had co:
him his life.
Two years later Mary MacAllist'
looked down into the face of her frs
born. With the money which ha
poured in on her like golden strea
from Carlo Terrinis work her hu
band had fought and own his caus
, and was now on his way to becOmiI
= South African millionaire. Wit
opulence around her, child she ado
ed and a husband she worshipped
/ her side, there was yet a wistful sa
. ness in her look as she gazed at h
l little one. Her husband caught h
glance and laid his hand genuy
> her shoulder.
You have something to ask me
he said, gently.
o Eyes, a little favor, dear" she he'
: tated.
y What could refuse you? T.
{ me-"
Let our little one be named
Il Carlo"
y Your wish is mine, dearest. VIII
s. better name than the name of til
e noble soul to whom we owe our all
London Tit-Bits.
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