Smyrna times., 1908-07-08
MISS MAUDE MOWRY
VIOLINISTE
MOZART HALL.

MISS MAUDE MOWRY
VIOLINISTE
MOZART HALL
THURSDAY EVENING, FEB. 2
Under the patronage of thSlSountess Of
Carchester, Mrs. Peter WolESDe Peyster, |
Mrs. Roger Standbilt Mrs. Porter Os- |
bourne-S Smith.
Tickets. 50. 81 and 81.
Marshall glanced from the billboard
to his watch and then signaled for a
cab. He had meant to walk in leisurely
fashion to his hotel. but matters had
suddenly turned urgent. His room en-
gagged. he turned toward the flower
shop at the far end of the electrically
lighted corridor. Nothing in the whole
shop seemed worthy of the Maude he
had known. The orchids dropped even
in the refrigerator. The stems of the
American Beauties were too short. The
pink roses were too deep in tone. They
would clash with the delicate tint of
her cheeks. He finally settled on lilies
of the valley and California violets.
Then he hurried over to the stand
where theater tickets were sold. No,
they never carried tickets for Mozart
hall. but they would send a messenger
for one.
BY 7:3O Marshall was fuming over
his toilet. That lavender tie looked too
loud by electric light, and the white
had turned a queer yellowish tint. He
would wear black. That was always
safe.
He arrived fifteen minutes too soon
and watched nervOusly the slow gath
ering of the well gowned audience.
When the stringed sextet started the
overture the house was half empty.
Marshall wondered what allied the
music loving public of New York that
it would take chances on missing the
opening number by its favorite violin
iste. And then she came out through
the narrow white and gold door, and
he fOrgOr the audience, forgot every
| thing but her-her clinging white gown
frosted with pearls, her slender white
| throat
She was looking thinner than when
she left McKeesport and her face had
/ a wistful expression where once it had
been a trife imperiOus.
So much music had done for her!
Like Undine, she had found her soul,
but somehow Victor Marshall caught
himself wondering, under the spell of
her playing, why the kiss of music and
not of love had awakened that soul.
He woke with a start The audience
was applauding, and ushers were hur-
rying down the aisle with mOnstrOus
floral offerings, American Beauties
with stems three and four feet long
overtOpped by golden chrysanthe-
NUNS.
Victor Marshall leaned back grimly
in his chair. What was $40 worth OF
lilies and viOlets in New York?
The piece de resistance of the con
cert was over, a concerto in which the
viOliniste had outshone the popular
string seXtet
Marshall reached for his hat. Par
of the audience was making for tn,
entrance, exclaiming the persOnalitie,
of regular concert goers. Another group
a smaller one, was making its way in
timately toward the door leading t,
the dressing room, obviously to con
gratulate the star.
Impulsively Victor Marshall starteC
to follow the smaller group, then stop
ped, with a grim smile on his lips
Every one of these men wore evening
] clothes. He'd look well in his plaiI
business suit Offering congratulatiOn
along with cOuntesses and society lead
ers.
So he went back to the hotel-but nc
, to sleep. All night he fought it on
with himself Sometimes he paced tn
floor Sometimes he stood gazing owe
the twinkling lights of the city. An
by morning he had found himself.
He would drop in to call upon hi
old sweetheart, but in the most col
rect and casual way. OF course Nj
Keesport had not dreamed that sh
had advanced so far in her profession
The Countess of Carchester! Mr.
Roger Standbilt! They were names
conjure with.
And he had thought that because
had won the d. II. and Fort G. suit
had the world at his feet and Maud
MOwry would be glad to come baC
and reign over the Queen Anne cOttal
he had bought without even writing
her.
lie did not dare to think of the ne
bay window he had designed for Il
south room, nor the rugs he had seleC
ed at the mechanical exposition, n
the Marshall mahogany he had boug
from the rest of the heirs.
1t was 4 in the afternoon when, I
freshed by a Turkish bath and thi
beefsteak, he felt fit to present hil
self at the studio Of Miss Maui
! MOwry, ViOliniste." Under the We
- eyes of a very towering studio buildil
- and in the dim light of fading day al
- shaded electroliers it seemed to !
= diate that vague artistic atmOsphe
of which Victor Marshall had re
much.
Maude was glad to see him, unfeig
49, edly, frankly glad, and Marshall
gued that it was the proper attitu
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