Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1905-04-05

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In the evening when Arnold came
Beth told him that she had the manu-.
script of his music.
am not in the mood TO play it to-
night" lie said, hesitating.
You are not to play It," interposell
Beth. Il have heard it in all its differ
ent stages of composition. and I have II
at my fingers ends"
She seated herself at the piano and
commenced playing. She was not an
artist In the rendering of instrumental
music, but she had great power of ex-
preston and wonderful faculty of in.
terpreting the composers thoughts.
There was a power and strength in
the opening bars which melted into a
brilliant vivacity of execution and then
finally g,ided into soft, reflective minor
strains. From this was evoked phan.
tasmagoria of all the human passions.
Dark, fierce. turbid dreams. an impas-
stoned recitative, thrilling tragedy. a
graceful, lnsinuating subtlety of
thought. song of peace. joy. sorrow
all were expressed in the tenderness of
melody refined and subdued The theme
WAS noble. the composition strong. the
emotion genuine and the intensity ORA
matte
The grandeur of the work was soft
ened and made human by an exquisite
~ beautiful strain that from a back.
ground of sustained harmony ever oc.
Cured
When the last note died away there
was momentary silence like that
which follows benediction. Ediths
fnce was ablaze with passion.
The music divine" she said in low
| tone.
Arnold rose and crossed the room
his face pale with excitement and agl-
tation.
Tell me-" he said to Edith. and
there was something In his voice that
made her heart beat quickly. what
you think of IT."
ut Is hard to dlssect such music as
that" she replied softly. There was
color tone in every note. felt as
II were In a vast garden of flowers
Arnold looked ut her euriously.
II did not know" he said. that you
were poetic or imaginative. nor did
| dream" turning to Beth. that your
| fingers could be so expressive"
Il have sat in the dark many time
said. II could have played 1t from
memory without the notes. Ii is Ar
| mold himself" she murmured in an
aside to Edith. Arnold as he lets nc
one see him. He composed 1t in bro
ken fragments, one dny snatch OF
gay melody. then weird little cadenza
| or dainty gavot, according TO his
mood, but always he played a mos
beautiful little melody that seemed tC
be ever with him. The song of III,
heart. nIcht wahr?' Then he blended
all these compositions so sklllfully
that beautiful and complete harmony
resulted"
"Eeth," laughed Arnold. you are 6
ve-y prccocious child"
The precocious child gave further
evidence of her claim 10 the appe!la
tion by asserting that the music hat
its charms when heard Mt distance il
the dark
IF you and Edith viii retire to the
little reading room | will play 1t again
and convince you ! am right" she
said
They acted upon her suggestion, ano
| Beth again rendered the passionate
music, smiling softly to herself.
II fancy this time" she mused. thai
Miss Wilmot will imagine herself In
garden OF love instead of garder
| OF flowers"
When she had finished the compost
ton her hands wandered idly over the
keys In fragments of melody.
When they entered the music room
Beth looked up quickly. and then. with
n mischievous laugh, burst into q
grand. triumphant wedding march.
There was n half whimsical, wholly
loving expression in Edith's eyes as
she kissed the young girl.
You are dear girlr' she murmured
"And good guesser:" she queried.
''Such good guesser. Beth, that you
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