Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-06-23

sition, into which in the first instance he
had been betrayed by Arthur Mills of
ficiousness, and stand to be derided. an
object Of mockery to the world, while
the woman he loved was there to witness
such a downfall?
And one day he told her that he cared
for her-begged her to be his wife. He
was confident lover, for he believed
that his cause would prove successful.
But now he was bewildered by the ex-
preston ON ner delicate features-it was
cold and hard.
Il cannot marry you" she answered,
slowly, yet with evident emotion.
He stared at her duly.
Il dared TO think that-that Won
We're not quite Indifferent to me-" he said.
the glad, conquering note fading from
his voice.
Listen" she interrupted, quietly, "and
will explain why ! can never be your
wife. 1t was my own brother whose
brain work you stole and introduced into
your own symphony. Now, need / say
any more"
He started. 1t was the very last thing
he had expected. He stood for some
little time at loss for words.
Il should like to hear everything he
said, at last; ito know why he never
came forward to lay claim to his work"
My brother is Dead" she replied, a
little brokenly. Tears were in the deep
brown eyes He quarreled with my
father. and left home, living in some mis-
cradle fashion-denying himself the nee
essaries of life through foolish pride He
fS,. hut ~
it was too late. / found him dying. But
while he still had strength he gathered
every remnant of it together and played
to me upon his violin the music that he
had imagined would bring him fame and
fortune"
There was silence between them for
some moments. Goring felt that to this
woman, who had loved the genius that
had died before the promise of his gifts
could be fulfilled, it would be almost a
sacriIege to offer any defense for his own
part in the wretched business of the sym
phony. Yet there was one thing which
he could not resist mentioning.
why did you lot tell me this before y
he asked. "Why did you let me get to
love you first? Was--was it revenge you
soughtg"
She shook her head coldly.
Il had never heard your music played
until two days ago" she answered. Il
had meant to do so many times, but
something had always prevented it until
then | heard the melodies which the
world thinks were born in your brain, and
! knew then that you had won your
place in life. had lifted yourself high in
the public gaze. by-unworthy means.
The melodies no more belonged to you
than the Jewels in a Bond street shop be-
long to the heggar who looks at them
from the pavement. II could not be-
ieve it at first that you, of all men,
could have acted so dishonorably."
The musical world received a shock
the next day. I'm the morning papers
was a letter from Edward GOring. In it
he explained, without any attempt at
self justification. the whole facts of the
case, and stated that for the future the
symphony which bore his name must be
attributed to its real Hugh
Severn.
But instead of covering him with OPP
probrium as he had anticipated, the
critics smiled at the letter, and their gem
eral verdict upon it was expressed in a
reply written by one of the most re-
nowned among them, in which he con-
cusively proved that the dead man could
have had little share in symphony
based on his melodies alone, as heard
upon a violin, and not upon any written
manuscript.
He resolved that he would leave Eng
land at once. To stay here any longer
was uncomfortable.
He lost no time. but almost at once
started to pack, and his task was nearly
| finished when there came timid knock
at his sitting room door. Opening it, he
found Alice Severn upon the threshold
There was strained silence between
them for some moments, silence which
Alice at last broke.
II wish to tell You that | was wrong
the other night-hasty in my judgment
bitter in my speech" she said in a trem-
bling voice II did not know the whole
circumstances then, and now that / do
| want YOU to forgive me-"
Il am glad You think that" he said
with sigh. 1t will be a pleasant mem
DRY to carry with me out of England"
She looked mp at him, and there was
wistful light in her eyes, cold now no
longer, but shining with look that made
the blood throb with passionate beats
through every pulse in Goring's body
Alice" he whispered, need go
aione?"
She rested in the arms held out to her
Not if you will take me with YOU"
was her reply Douglas Alexander in
Tit-Bits.
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