Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1906-07-07
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TUE GORING
SYMPHONY

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The man locked up from the desk
and held his busy pen idly in his
hands for some moments. Before
him was large sheet of manuscript
music, the ink still wet at the place
where he had left off.
He was listening now, not writing.
From a room adjoining his the
strains of a violin could be heard, the
notes sounding in a plaintive air
which penetrated through the wall.
But after few minutes the music
ceased, and taking up the pen once
more the man proceeded slowly to
place certain notes upon the page in
front of him.
1t was laborious work, yet it was
plainly a task that entirely absorbed
him, until everything around him
was completely shut out and forgot
ten. Presently with a sigh he put
aside the pen and leaned back in his
chair, glancing with a keenly critical
eye over the page he had been scor-
ing.
The music written there was the
music to which he had been listening
the music played by the unknown
yiolinist who dwelt in the next house.
And yet there was a marvellous diff
ference between the airs-original
work GOring had at once recognized
it to be-which had sounded in the
afternoon stiffness and those same
airs captured and held forever pris-
oners upon paper The former had
been little snatches Of tunes, melo-
die ghosts, struck off the violin with
a careless touch.
But staring up at Edward Goring
from the page before him were those
same melodies, yet so finished were
they and so cleYerly elaborated that
there was hardly any resemblance in
them to their original.
Goring was a musician himself, de-
pendent, indeed, upon his skill at the
piano to earn his living in a music
hall orchestra. But for the last two
weeks the latter building had been
closed for structural alteration, and
in consequence he had temporarily
been without employment until it
should be reOpened.
1t was during this enforced holt
day that his attention had first been
attracted by this player of unpub-
lished melodies.
The music was still sounding in
his ears at this very moment as he
walked through the crowded streets,
and instead of paying proper atten-
ton to the direction his steps were
taking, he was holding an imaginary
discussion with an eminent cOndUc-
tor as to the way in which certain
movements of the great work should
be played when the sound Of peoples
voices raised in a shout brought him
to his senses.
But the warning came too late. He
had a confused vision of heavily
laden omnibuses and carts bearing
down upon him, and, starting back
in vain endeayor to reach the pave
ment he had just quilted, he was
caught by the shaft of a fleet han
som and knocked down, the fright
ened horse inficting severe kick
upon his PROSTATE body.
He felt that he must have passed
through centuries of time before he
completely regained consciousness.
His eyes, blinking once more at
world to which they had been SO
long Indifferent fell upon walls which
they knew to be those of a hospital
ward. He rapidly regained his
strength, and week later was able
to receive a visitor, close friend of
his, a man who played in the same
orchestra as himself.
i've got glorious news for you,"
exclaimed Arthur Mills, his pleasant,
good-humored face smiling down at
the invalid. You'll never guess
what I've done for you, old chap.
But I'd better tell you straight away.
While you've been lying here, lost
brain, I have been making your
name, and opened the way for you
to make your fortune as soon as you
are we'll enough to work once more.
Three weeks ago the symphony
found on your desk was played for
the first time at Queens Hall con-
cert and hailed by a critical audi
ence as a work of absolute genius"
Good heavens! This symphony
which his friend had given to the
world under Goring'8 name was
partly the work of another man! Cor