Bisbee daily review., 1908-07-25
THEY LOVE
 MUSIC
Iheugh ne oniY eof sIe Per.

sitting back in one corner of the sofa, as he sat in the other-with rosy-faced admiration she looked at him. eyes sparkling. hands clasped and her lips slightly parted in the very hreathless- ness of her regard.
 @Ah. yes. said hes -ah. yesl The blsrEng of the brasses and the signing of the woods. Would you have mel aucholy? It is the breathing of the flute. Would you have triumph? Oh, listen 10 the comets tones. So could go through all the emotions, and oh. the tonals. the eadenzas. the min inns, the ritardo and the sudden. sud den stop: the sfiencei Ahl"
 He paused, his eyes glowing on va cancy. He made 8 dreamy, graceful gesture and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. drinking iB her ad- miration and absorbing all the tribute of her pantomime.
 And so do r" she cried.
 fmpulsively he held out his hand and impulsively she took it
 We will love music all our lives. she whispered. -ail our iives-togeth- eri"
 Suddenly then his glowing look van ished and over his features there passed an expression of inquiry, fear and doubt Gently he sought to with draw his hand, but she held it tightly, pressing 1t with silent declarations of love and esteem and letting him know by the soft engagement and re- taxation of her grasp that when it 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 when it came to rhap- sodies she could rhapsodize. and when il came to passages of sadness she could weep. but that taking one thing with another it was. 1t was the twid- dly bits. the twiddly bits, the 'twiddly bits; oh yes, it was the twiddly bits that stole her heart away.
 ~Yes. yes she whispered, @all cur lives-together,p
 He 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, i've can go abroad and listen to the music in the cradle of the art, Italy, Germany, France togetheri When the music swells our souls will be lifted into the infinite. and when the grand chords sound we will thrill in & shudderful ecstasy. Bayreuth, Paris, Milan, ah, how have longed for them, and now we will see them, dear-togetheri"
 Now look here-look kere'-he be gan.
 "or we can subscribe to the operas here instead," she cried. Garden, Caruso, Tet-tet-tet-wha her name is-o, how I long to hear her sing. Wen have nice little auto mobile, one of those that's all closed in, and we'll go and see them alto getheri You can invite your friends at the bank. too. and we'll give opera parties
 She patted his hand. and inwardly he groaned and cursed the fate that had led him to 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- CT: Deposits: A-G." And seeing that he was still silent and unhappy and gave no answering echo to her mel ody, she tried another and lower key.
 "Aa automobile-pshawi she ex- claimed. q would much rather have a nice carriage Or we could hire onei" 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, it's passionsl Ah, mel"
 T don't like the operas" he grum- bIed, his eyes anguished and his feet shuff1ing the carpet, T hate them. Il have always hated them from child. Now, look here, think there's some misunderstanding
 "Ah!" she cried. T know what if is you likei I know! It's the concerts at the seashore-in the pavilions-on the sand. And so do I, dear, and sol 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 tiGe!"
 She gazed at him with 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 it, she isn't so bad!" But aloud he said: "I don't go away in the summer"
 T have always said" she cried de lightedly, that there Is no place in the summer like the city. No, sir. Nowhere! And we1l have one of those piano players, dear. and collection of the best old classics, and, o, what happy, happy hours we'll spend to- getherI Bachi Beethoven! Etude. An, I feel so happy!"
 Swinging his hand again. pressing 1t with affection the while. she began:
 "Dinna ask me if love ye,
 Truth, I daurna telP'-
 And then not only did she swing his hand, but he swung hers, and in- stead of avoiding her glance and setting his face in the cast of stones he looked at her right sweetly in the eye and thought her wondrous fair.
 But look here, girl" he said. '1I only get SIS week. and those piano players and concerts and operas and things
 Well" she whispered, her eyes shining as she lifted her rosy lips to he kissed. We'll Aren't there ,.auar:e5s"