Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1907-08-22
Here am at home" she said, and

Here ] am at home" she said, and
Philip assisted her to alight.
"Oh. my music" she walled sudden
ly. II left it in that horrid cab
Philip repressed n smile.
"Tell me your name" he said, land
will recover 1t for you early In the
morning"
Are you sure2 Oh, what n trouble
| have been, How good you arc!'
at Is not the least trouble. l took
the claimants number"
Indeed, indeed, am grateful to
You. My name is Evelyn Atherley. I
would ask you to call some day and
see my mother, but-but'-
You do not wish her to hear of your
her"
"Snc would be terrified each time |
went out alone Believe me, | can i'll
afford hanson, but l take one late at
night to please her, as the walk from
the nearest bus route Is lonely"
You are singing at the Regents
hall. will he there. BY the way,
my name Is IhlHp AnSOn.'
The girls big eyes--he fanccd they
were blue, but in the dim light he
could not be sure-looked into his.
| There was sparkle of merriment in
them. he thought-a quick perception
Of hint dellcatcly conveyed. But she
said quite pleasantly:
"My last song is at 1915. will
leave the hall at 1880. I hope my
mother will he with me. will be most
pleased to SEQ You there and thank you
more cohercntly than is possible now,
especially il you recover my music"
The quick trot of fast driven horse
came round tho corner.
Philip was assuring her that they
would certainly meet next evening
when hanson pulled up behind the
| waiting vehicle. and the driver said:
Peg pawdon. miss. Won left this
And he held forth the lost portfolio
The cahman was anxious to atone for
his share in the nights proceedings.
Philip tipped him in a manner that
caused the man to murmur his renewed
regret hut hn was sternlv told TO go
Philips own reward from Miss .tther.
| ley was warm handShake and a
grateful smile
He drove homeward, wondering how
ne could best help her in her career.
And she. after kissing her mother
good night" went to her room to won
der also. but her wonderment was mix
ed with regret For such a nice young
man as Philip Arson must have troops
| of friends. He must be rich. He
must be far removed from the orbit of
n girl who, whatever her birth and
| breeding, was driven in the flower of
her youth to earn her living on the
concert platform.
! Jowkacsy won his laurcls with su.
perb ease. Philip, listening to the Pol
ish genius found himself hoping that
the fair English girl might achieve
some measure of the rapturous ap
plause bestowed on the long haired
enthusiast. lie murmured the thought
in guarded commonplace to his musica
friend.
Impossible, my dear fellow" was
the instant verdict. she is mediocre
just an average singer and no more
Music is divine, but its explolters suf
fer from the petty jealousles Of house
maids. Jowkacsy can have no rivals
tonight. Eckstein Is master, of course
but necessary evil as an accompa
mist. The other artists are mere I'll
ups-good or they would not be here
| but not in the front rank. Listen.
am connected with a choral society IL
my county, and we once enga sed O
leading tenor and second rate bari
tone. The tenor had a name with four
teen letters, and the baritone only own
ed four. The unfortunate local printer
selected his type to fill the lines on the
bills by size and not by merit. The
moment the tenor saw the four letter
man looming large across the poster ht
absolutely refused to sing a note TN
less fresh bills were printed with hi;
fourteen letters In larger type. Ano
we We're compelled to humor him. Tha
Is music from the agents point O.
view"
When Miss Evelyn Atherley advanc
|
thought he had never seen a woman 81
beautiful. She had the grace of per
feet figure and the style of an aristo
crat. She was dressed in light blu,
chiffon, with spray of forgetmenot:
the color of her eyes arranged acros:
the front of her bodice. Arson expert
enced thrill OF pleasure when he saw
that the bouquet he caused TO be for
warded to her contained flowers Of ;
kindred hue. The skill of the florist haC
correctly interpreted his description
which, indeed, was largely guesswori
on his part
A high forehead and mouth an(
chin Of patrician mold gave an air o
caste to an otherwise sweetly pretty
| face.
by Jove," whispered the critic, Il
she sings as well as she looks. | ma,
be mistaken"
Her first song was Goring Thomas
"A Summer Night" Instantly it wa
perceptble that her voice was true
the outpouring of soul In volume j
was in no way remarkable. but its ME
lodious cadence was fresh, innocent
virginia.. Tho notes were those of {
joyous bird.
Arson, biased by other sentiments
thought he had never heard her equal
but his friend, after joining in his Wig
orous applause, gave him douchc o
accurate judgment