The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-11-28
Lopyright 1908 BY BENZ. B. Hampton.


ing the shears recklessly she cut a pic
ture of Kubelik from magazine.
- "Say, my father he's got a peach OF
VIOLIN" said Jack eagerly.
"Can you play it," asked Betty.
..Well-some," faltered the boy. you see
gust got started on it while he and nom were
away last summer. l found it in the safe that
$ime he wrote me the combination to get his
gamers out for him. 1 didn't s'pose he'd care,
but I-he-I-
, HE what?" asked Betty exctedly.
Jacks voice trembled with rage at the memory
Jaw he gave the deuce for touching IL
He thinks I'm just q kid
} ISIS It a Straddlyvarious?" asked Betty
Nav, it's an old thing my grandfather had'
but fixed it up good. First on. tried my man
dolin strings, but they didn't work. SO Die"
myself to a full set of strings. an-well. then he
came home"
Jack chewed vindictvely at his apple core
81 should think" pondered Betty rehectiVely
s'that he'd like you to play It,
Fathers make dead tired" snorted JACK.
. mine is simply noble" asserted Betty Win
dignity.
"Ob It's different with girls; but now. honest
BETTY he was dirt mean about 1t. And Ned Hen
.on said he'd get me in his brothers orchestra
II I'd learn"
"Really?" gasped the girl. 'Why. Jacky-at
those swell concerts they give too!
..Yep," said Jack. trying to be modest
slack could you get me and Nell an invite II
you belonged?"
.oh. I'll belong all right" he boasted I'm
thinking about getting violin any day now
Betty held the picture at arms length ana eyed
1t rapturously.
!: Isn't his hair grand and long?" she questioned
musingly. .Say, you know my anut Madge sey-
.rourq Well she was introduced to him last
Winter and he shook hands with her. She let me
see the gloves she had on that day. She isn't ever
going to wear them again. and they're perfectly
new four-doIlar pair, too.
MY hairs most as long as that Wnen III play
Ing football" observed Jack.
Betty shifted.
Football" she scoffed. ANYBODY can play
football
"oh. can they?" tainted Jack. We'll your own
brother can't. He the rottenest-
He was mott" snapped Betty. And. anyway
my mother is glad he got put OF the team; and
1t was just jealousy. he says. anyhow
She resumed her study Of the violinists picture.
"violins just make cry" she confded my
Father took me a concert in New York last
winter and Say, Jack when you shut your eyes
and listen your soul just floats and floats. Geo.
I love it,"
Jack jammed his hands into his pockets.
.Why didn't you say before?" he grumbled.
..Td be playing for you every day by now like
It myself. but nobody ever encourages me-
Hum" said Betty scornfully encouragement
Isn't all there is to it. Fred knows fellow over
on the hill who got awfully nice violin from
his uncle for Christmas last year and his father
paid eight dollars and fifty cents for some lessons
and he can only play one scale and that sounds
perfectly awful He told Fred he wished he could
swap 1t for something he liked"
where does that fellow live?" demanded Jack.
I'm that ugly yellow house Oxford Street
the one with the pink iron dogs in front. Course
he's quite young, younger than Fred: but II
he had any genius he could play kubehk did,
She returned her dreamy study OF the picture
HE played simply elegant when he was six years
old"
Jack.
'aThat's Just too sweet" insisted Betty quickly,
Anybody can stin old things like you boys.
think it looks better than that silly thing you've
got on"
Jack was late that night for dinner He rushed
madlg to his room with a bulky parcel and tried
to slide into his seat unnoticed He was rubbing
his hands on his napkin and trying to do his nails
with toothpick under the friendly shelter OF the
tablecioth when the inevitable questions came.
"Nowheres." he announced, beginning his soup
noisily. "Nowheres at all"
"You mean not anywhere, reproved Kate
II don't. l mean nowheres," he muttered. Gee.
you don't talk grand il you did get "A in
English"
Mrs. Perry said the girls could over to
play cards with tonight" rejoined his sister:
'.but If you're going to act SO grouchy We won't
let you play
Don't want to-" answered Jack promptly. I'm
too busy fool away my time like that
Wailing, whining sounds foated the stair
way little later in the evening. Spot, DOING
behind tho sofa, lftee his head and howled. Mr..
Richards door opened violently
Who's making that internal noise?" he de-
Hnanded.
I'VE don't know" chorused the card players
Must be Jack" suggested Kate sweetly. THE
eest of are just as still Shall call him."
What do you want?' yelled the delinquent
GROSSLY from the head OF the stairs. Il told you
didn't want to get in your old game I'm busy