Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1904-03-12

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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 a hurricane
of hope to dirge of despair.
And then on again, higher and high,
er, 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 a moment she gazed. as if looking
on the dead, then with cry of pas
sionate 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 Terrini's head fell, and great
sob shook him from head to foot.
Downstairs insl Mrs. Birds front
parlor Dick Herrick'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 i'll. He confessed that he had not
been to bed He had been working ali
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 restY
Yes, cara mia. l will rest-soon-
l promise YOU" and as 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 a sound and made his way to
Il West End music firm, the head OF
which was compatriot of his.
After q few minutes talk he per-
suaded him to listen to the opera.
which he played through without a
break.
Astonished and delighted the pub
Usher instantly concluded a bargain
with him, and Carlo Terrini crept
home and fell exhausted on the bed,
from which he never rose again.
A few hours before he died he gave
a letter, sealed. to Mary MacAllister.
and whispered to her to keep it till
he was dead. The day after he was
laid to rest Mary MacAllister, remem-
bering the letter, opened it and read
the last words of her dead friend.
He had given her the opera which
she had inspired, and which had cost
him his life.
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Two years later Mary MacAllister
looked down into the face of her first
born. With the money which had
poured in on her like n golden stream
from Carlo Terrini's work her hus-
band had fought and own his cause,
and was now on his way to becoming
a South African millionaire. With
opulence around her, Il child she ador-
ed and a husband she worshpped at
her side, there was yet a wistful sad
ness in her look as she gazed at her
little ore. Her husband caught her
glance and laid his hand gen,.y on
her shoulder.
You have something to ask meY'
he said, gently.
Eyes, little favor, dear" she hest
tated.
what could 1 refuse you? Tel.
me-
Let our little one be named
Carlo
Your wish is mine, dearest. What
better name than the name of that
noble soul to whom we owe our ALP"
London Tit-Bits.
The Poor CompositVr "A ain.
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