The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-03-30

and buried until the inheritance had
come, and then
Well" she said with whimsical
smile. IT thought I'd come to New
York and hear the best Of music while
the money lasted would have a
taste of real life-wlat 1 have heard
people call the joy of living"
Weston smiled to himself. She
called this seeing life! And indeed
these days she was quite in a fiutter of
excitement all the time Weston had
tickets he could not use for this con-
cert and that. Matinees came just
when he had pupils. and it was
shame to waste the tickets. He was
tremendously diverted by this delicate,
howerIike woman. who felt that she
was INDUCING in a mad orgy of music.
He learned to look forward with keen
interest to her comments on the con-
certs she attended. Self played so
small part in her enjoyment It was
always not how she felt, but how the
music affected the audience. And
gradually he discovered that she had
a decided gift of criticism, which was
developing under the course of read
ing he prescribed for her.
Something, he knew, too, that his
pupil of thirty-one had not discover
ed. Under the magic of INDUCING the
one great longing of her lifetime, she
was cheating old Father Time, turn
ing pages back and not forward. The
faint color was always in her cheeks
these days. and the voice. rising in her
b1rdlike throat, was fresh as a girls,
lifting like lark's in Powered mead
ows
And watching her development. the
tired man began to wonder what had
come over him. He saw his work in a
new light. The weight of drudgery
slipped from his shoulders. The sense
of wasted effort yielded to the infec-
tious happiness of his buoyant pupil.
And so dawned Easter morning over
st. Augustin's. Outside the doors the
mob Of signtseers swayed while the
regular parishioners claimed first right
to pews. Then came the thrush OF
strangers, the organist took his place,
Mr.. Watson raised his hand and the
band Of white-robed men and women
waiting multitude rolled the waves of
perfectly balanced harmonies. A hum
dred voices, admirably selected.
thought the congregation, and yet to
the man who had trained them there
came but single voice. Her face
was upltfted, her eyes dewy and ten
der, as with futelike clearness the
wonderful words reached him above
THE strife is DER, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun,
AlleIuia.
Alleluia. Al1eluia.''
To the man it comes not as pean
of triumph but message of peace
and she had shown him the wayi
He wanted to tell her now-this
minute! The service stretched ahead
of him Unfortunately.
'Alleluia. Alleluia."
His glance caught and held hers. A
startled expression flashed over her
face. The f1utelike tones faltered and
died away. The absorbed singers on
either side did not note that her hand
trembled, and her face. paling, turned
from the leader to the banks of Easter
lilies. Perhaps it was their perfume
something seemed to smother the
sound in her throat. Then, as If fas-
cinated, her glance travelled back to
meet his, and the tender gravity in his
face steadied her. She raised her
book, the color came back into her
face, and, as her voice f1oated out to
him in the final "Alleluia," he knew
that his hearts message had reached
her and that was her answer
Copyrighted, 1907. by Mary Nc
KeoT.)