The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1908-07-29
'TH MMyysdi9ev
She Was Not to Be Dissuaded
Though No Only Got siS Per.
'Oh. / love mnsic!' he cried.

She looked at him with admiration,
sitting back In one corner OF the sofa.
as he sat in the other--with rosy-faeed
admiration she looked at him. eyes
sparkling hands clasped and her lips
slightly parted in the very breathiess-
ness Of her regard
"Ah. yes" said he. "ah, yes! The
| blaIing of the brasses and the signing
of the woods, Would you have mel
ancholy? 1t is the breathing of the
flute. Would you have triumph? Oh.
listen to the comets tones. So
| could go through all the emotions, and
oh, the tonals. the cadenzas. the min
inns, the fitardo and the sudden, sud
den stop the silence. Ah"s
He paused, his eyes glowing on va
cancy. He made dreamy. graceful
gesture and looked at her from the
corner of his eyes, drinking In her ad
miration and absorbing all the tribute
OF her pantomime.
And so do T." she cried.
Impulsively he held out his hand
and impulsively she took It.
/ We VIII lpNG AlHhlC ali OuI lives
she whispered. "all our lives--togeth-
| err"
Suddenly then his glowing look van
| ished and over his features there
| passed an expression of inquiry. fear
and doubt. Gently he sought 10 with
draw his hand, but she held II tightly.
pressing II with silent declarations
| OF love and esteem and letting him
know by the soft engagement and re-
taxation of her grasp that when IL
| came to music she, too, was there
with a fond and true regard for the
most beautiful OF all the arts and the
Interpretation OF great souls long
dead. and that whenit came 10 rhap-
sOdes she could rhapsodize. and when
II came to passages of sadness she
could weep but that taking one thing
with another 1t was, 1t was the twd-
dly bits, the twiddly bits, the twiddly
bits; oh yes II was the twiddly bits
that stole her heart away.
Yes, yes" she whispered, ALI our
lives together!"
lie looked at her then with the
muteness OF entreaty. preserving the
attitude of formality. edging away
from her SO that their clasped and ex-
tended arms grew taut and tight
Every summer" she began In low
vibrating tones, we can go abroad
and listen to the music In the cradle
OF the art. Italy. Germany. France
together When the music swells our
souls viii be lifted into the infinite.
and when the grand chords sound we
win thrill in a shudderful ecstasy
Bayreuth. Paris, Milan, ah, how | have
longed for them, and now we will see
them, dear-together,"
"Now look here--look here"-~he be-
| gan.
"Or We can subscribe to the operas
here instead!' she cried. Garden.
Caruso. -tet-tet--whateve her
name is-O. how | long to hear her
sing! Wen have nice little auto.
mobile, one OF those that's all closed
in, and we'll so and see them all---to-
gether. You can invite your friends at
the bank. too, and Wen give opera
parties"
She patted his hand. and inwardly
he groaned and cursed the fate that
had led him 10 mislead her into think.
ing that he was the mainstay and
bulwark of the bank where he daily
added long items OF figures, in "Ledg-
er: Deposits: AG." And seeing that
he was still silent and unhappy and
gave no answering echo to her mel
ody, she tried another and lower key.
IAN utomobile-pshaw," she ex-
claimed. Il would much rather have
nice carriage. Or we could hire
onel" she laughed What fun, Dear
me! And. anyhow, the music is the
thing. The rhythm and the sweep of
it, its manifold moods of Joy, its woes.
its passions! All. me-"
Il don't like the operas he grum-.
bled, hts eyes anguished and his feet
shutting the carpet, Il hate them. |
have always hated them from child.
Now, look here, | think there's some
Misunderstanding"
"Ah," she cried. Il know what 1t is
you like! know, It's the concerts
at the seashore-in the pavilions-un
the sand. And so do l. dear, and so
do I! oh, to sit on the beach. heart
to heart and hand In hand. TO hear the
strains of harmony that mIngle with
the moaning Of the tide!"
She gazed at him with a sentiment
profound. and she looked at him mer
rily swinging his hand and arching
her brows at him until in his inner
most soul he muttered: Hang Ii, she
isn't so bad" But aloud he said: Il
don't 20 away in the summer
Il have always said" she cried de-
lishtedly, that there is no place in
the summer like the city. No sir,
Nowhere, And wen have one OF those
piano players. dear and a collection of
the best old classics. and. o. what
happy, happy hours wen spend to
getherl Bach, beethoven, Etude!
All. feel so happyl"
Swinging his hand again. pressing
II with affection the while, she began:
'pinua ask me II | love We,
Truth, I daurna tell
And then not only did she swing
hfs hand hut he SWING hers and IN