The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-07-17
THE FALL OF
 THE GREEK GOD
BY KATHERINE GLOVER.

(Copyrlght, lsVo, Oaiiy ctory Tuu' So''
 With his name down on the program as plain Mir. John Small, Marjorie set tied herself to see some tenor with fat, perky appearance and curied mus tache, come forth. She hardly looked up when a little rustic of applause an nounced. that MT. John Small stood ready to sing, but when she did raise her eyes to the figure on the stage. she caught her breath quickly, and stared. This was no common-plac tenor with an. oyerfed look and weary air-he was her very ideal of a man. tall, slim, broad of shoulders, and with such head and face as set her usually we'll behaved heart to tripping strangely. He might have been god stepped down from some old Greek pedestal, his eyes, circied with mysterious shadows. look ing with wonder and emotion upon this modern, restless world. A dry feeling clutching at her throat. Marjorie sat breathless. waiting for him to sing. and telling herself that this woderfui crea- ture could not combine with his spirit ual, beautiful looks, the gift of song, as well.
 It was a Strauss song that he began with, something about e dream in the twilight tho program translated, for he sang in German. He lifted his head, those mysterious eyes looking of into distance, and the notes of song fell rip bling from his throat, clear. limpiu tones that dropped straight into her heart and hurt just a bit with de- licious little hurt. There was that strange feeling in his voice that looked out from his shadowy eyes.
 He sang another number, something of Schubert's, still another beautiful, tender thing; then, with the bow of a graceful god to his subjects, and just the faint glimmer of a smile about his lips, he left the stage. There was a moment of silence at the close Of the song before the audience burst into clamor of applause. The artist came out and repeated the bow, once. twice, the smile about his lips deepening with pleasure, but 1t was an encore the crowd demanded, and they would not be satisfied until he came forth, fol lowed by the pianist. Then there was a sudden stop in the clapping, and q little murmur of pleasure.
 Marjorie had not joined in the ap- plause, she had been too wrapped in maze of joy. which she only emerged from when he came out to sing again The piano was heard in a s. it, low pre- Jude, and then the voice of the singer, in the words, Drink 10 me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge thee mine. If Marojrie had been given her choice, she would have chosen this above all
  her back as she yielded herself to the spell of the song and her heart jumped quickly as twice the singer seemed to l, ok right into her eyes and down 10 the depths of her very soul.
 She didn't hear any more of the con- cert While a pianist thundered away, tossing and sxaying on the stool and growing redder and redder in the face, Marjorie was hearing over and over the notes of those songs and seeing again that form and face that seemed to em- body all poetry and sentiment. Sne | wondered if his appearance was. as It | seemed, the vestment of beautiful spirit that spoke in exquisite song" The face of the tenor and his voice | wound themselves into her dreams that night. and then thought of him was not | to be put away the day following. It was the afternoon of the next day. at tennis tea, that the man Marjorie | was chatting with, asked. casually,
 Have you met the lion?"
 Who is he?" she asked slipping a | lemonade.
 "Mr, John Small. the singer with the | .elo-rious eyes," he exclaimed, with a | laugh.
 T didn't know he was here" she an swered with an air of indifference, something clutching suddenly at her | heart. "I don't wonder you haven seen nm. He is somewhere in the midst of a | thicket of women over there under that | big tree I dare say he Is roaring to | his hearts content"
 Just then she saw the hostess dive l into the thicket and come forth with l the lion. TNe tive strolled over the
 lawn, stopping now and then at differ- | ent groups to chat.
 | While the man at her side was ex- blaming at great length the advantages
 of tennis over golf, Marjorie noted that | the hostess was surely coming their
 way with the Greek god She began to | calculate, between brief. random re- plies to her companion. just how long | 1t would be before the two would reach | them interrupted by such and such a | number of chats on the way.
 | At last they came.
 Miss Marjorie Blount, Mir. Small. | You will enjoy her, I'm sure, for she | so loves music" the hostess was say | ing and Miss Marjorie Blount found
 herself shaking hands with Mir. John
 Small, her eyes looking into his. which | were lighted with a wonderful smile, as if he too, had been waiting for the introduction.
 Somehow the others disappeared.
 They might have foated eff into space, | for all Marjorie knew of the manner of their going. She and the tenor were l left sitting on the bench under the apple tree. moment before she spoke
 she was conscious of being glad that
 she had worn the new lowered pink dress in spite of the threatening sky. which had now cleared