The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1907-12-26
VIVIAN'S
AWAKENING
by EDGAR rAwcETr


safely call very plain people. They
lived In little house, rather far to
the westward, and In a street that
cut through the heart of Harlem. His
father had married rather late in
life, and his mother likewise; SO that
now, when their youngest child, Wv
Ian, was a full-fledged young man, they
both had the air and look OF elderly
| persons.
But to glance at their beloved WV
ian, always gave them gladstone and
| youthful thrill. Mr.. Firth was one OF
those many mortals who strive stur-
Oily yet end by partial failure. Now
past so, he was still a clerk. But his
employers, who were prosperous and
prominent New York bankers. trusted
him implicitly, and gave him salary
about half as large as his keen and
shrewd services deserved. Still. they
had blandly promised Firth that some
day" they would make an opening
for his son, and this airy sort OF agree
ment had filed their listener with
hopeful cheer.
"Only," one Of them had said, 1T
seems little - er - extravaganza
doesn't it, for you to send him to col
lege like this for four years."
Firth thought it 'extravagant," too,
but he rejoiced in his power to be-
stow on the dear boy collegiate train
ing. Afterward there would be the
position" at cambridge Brothers.
Vivian had two elder sisters, Ann
and Jane, very nearly Of an age, who
worshiped him.
And Vivian? He took their homage
quite for granted, as he did that OF
his parents. He had, indeed, al
ways taken for granted all the fam
lily affection showered upon him. He
was amiable to his relatives, but pas
sively so. The smoke of their incense
kept constantly ascending to his nos
trils, and he shifted It with the sweet
est of smiles. But he shifted 1t quite
as matter of course.
At a convivial meeting Of his fell
low-classmates, during his sophomore
year, Vivian sang SOMEONE of the
pretty, current ballads of the day.
by Jove," said Stuyyesant Har-
rowe, clapping him cordially on the
shoulder, when the song was ended,
you can sing about as well as you
can play football, and that's putting
it rather strong, considering how you
helped our side Of the game out last
Saturday"
Vivian blushed little and his
brown eyes sparkled Stuyyesant Har-
rowe was one of the aristocrats of the
college, petted and battered for his
parents wealth and place--and per-
haps for popular personal reasons as
well.
Till then Vivian had been a nobody
at college. But soon, as the chosen
.'chum" of Harrowe, he became a
member Of the most select secret fra
ternity and counted his friends by
the dozens. Harrowe presented him |
to his family who beamed on him |
with great politeness. Ethel Har-
rowe was Stuyyesant's only grown-up !
sister. a tall, blonde girl, with light |
Il
azure eyes.
Ethel Harrowe was very gracious to
him, and babe her parents, who low
ingly obeyed her least caprice, regard |
him as a genius of song. He became, |
as it were, the girls protege.
BY dint of straining and pinching in |
certain household ways, and of an in |
dividual selfdenial practiced with fur
tive gladness by each of his idolizing |
Vivian was enabled TO be-
gin lessons under the same teacher |
who had lured the siRery do-re-mi-fas |
from Ethel Harrowe's blooming lips.
Signor Boldini now taught him free
of charge He had made friends with |
the Italian, as he made friends with |
nearly everybody with whom he came
in contact. Meanwhile the professor
had grown privately yet sadly amused |
by his pupils enormous self-reliance.
Il somehow suspect, Signor Boil
dini," said Ethel to him one day,
that you have now no real belief In
Vivian Ffrth's voice"
you must not even fancy it," was
the first shocked response.
But soon, by adroit questionings,
Ethel drew from her teacher this con-
fession:
1t has disappointed me. He sings
with admirable style; he has acquired
a delightful grace and finish. But.
frankly. can teach him nothing more.
1t would be like overlooking with EN-
broidery some fiimsy fabric. His voice
Is all charm and sweetness and capt.
walton. But 1t has no depth, no vol
ume. / see now what totally missed
seeing before. He can sing for the
drawing room only"
And with such charm!" sighed |
Ethel Then, in accents of reminding |
she pursued: But he has
made up his mind to sing In public"
Il know know. At Steinway hall
| shall be there; three or four of our
best musical artists will lend him
their aid. His legion of admirers viii
purchase seats. He will make two
thousand dollars. very likely. But ah.
Miss Ethel-afterward!
You prophesy failure. them"
Walt and see"