Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-12-21

a,i oas Ill Juiy ID her fathers palace in Florence, the old Cellini palace it is She sang then, too, but it was to please us, her guests. And old Sealli wonder was one of Arnold's beggar geniuses. living on his bounty. 1 want to know what his daughter is doing here like this
 Like thisT Mrs. Dunderdale shook her head at him responsibility. "Pres- ton, that lovely child came to me only two weeks ago almost penniless. You know what Bruce Arnold was. He lived up to every cent of his income and ran little beyond it. Last August he died suddenly. Didn't you hear of it!'
 T came back home by way of Japan and stayed on in Tokyo a little while," said Paxton. "I haven't heard word of it.''
 "Well, that's all. You can imagine the rest. 'i':so"e are no relatives, no one at all for her 10 go to, and the old pal ace was robbed, literally robbed of all her fathers possessions by his credit ors She hasn't any income at all. The Scallis broSght her over here with them. The siGnor had bit of money from some accommodating deceased relative, and she lives with them in some impossible fiat up in east Harlem you know that ra1t-where you can see the gas works from your front win dows and hear the boats on the river and they hang their beGsing out on the fire escapes. Oh. my dear. it is terrible for her, but Scalli is teae!,ns her. She is a marvel he says. Ii will be years, of course. She is onl., nineteen now, but he swears she will oe all he hopes for some day. and with fane there will be wealth, of course. DUt in the mean time I shall have her sing ;,nl see that ske has other engageluentt'. and'-
 "Where can l see her Eow:'
 But you cau't,. said Mrs. Dunder- dale calmly Tt wouldn't do at all, Preston. Ihe si9nor says she is an artiste now and E:s,sst see no one.
 Mrs. Dunderti,1ie = PaXton's face was white and his t1aa GeSperate-'I love her to death. We C1alreled like a couple of children that last night ill Florence That's why came back by way of Japan to try and forget
 Mrs Dunderdale laid her hand light ly on his arm.
 "Preston, my dear you will find her in the little music room across the hall. You had better go and wish her mer- r.. Christmas
 It was very quiet across the hall. Paxton passed through the library and tne smoking den and hesitated at the half open door of the music room. She Has alone, standing at the old Japa- nese music rack in the corner. The pale yellow light from the cluster of opalescent electric bulbs above her head shone softly on her dark hair, sprig showed.
 AS the door opened she raised her head.
 Il found the quaintest old carol, signor, The Holly Star Mrs. Dun derdale sent me to look for it. She called me that tonight, her holly star Prestonw
 Paxton closed the door behind him. He wished she would not look so white and scared and altogether frightened. It had been his fault that night back in Florence, when she had looked at him like that and had told him to go away and leave her forever.
 Il heard you sing" he said. "Mr3. Dunderdale told me that you were here'
 'Why did you come after me?''
 Il should never have gone away" answered Paxton unsteadily. Ut was all my fault. Won't you say Merry Christmas, sweetheart?
 The door opened softly, and Signor Scalli's bushy head was inserted in- quiringiy. After one look at the two figures 1t was withdrawn, and the door closed noiselessly.
 Madam" he told Mrs. Dunderdale minute later as he wished her good night, T must cancel those dates ahead, fear. The operatic career of the Signorina Viola is all verra mucha gone to smash. She is wishing the young Paxton merry Christmas with l kiss"
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