Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-10-27
BARRIERS BETWEEN
By CHARLES GARv1CE
By CHARLES GARvICE

your own" ne went on; tits the best
fun in the world, and IL wouldn't cost
much-hfteen pounds wouldn't be
much"
Vane looked grave.
"But there!" said Hal, you can
have the Nancy Bell whenever you
like"
what does your partner say to-
that?'' said Vane with a smile.
"Ay-ay, sir!" said Jeanne, with sol
musical an imitation of sailor re-
Spouse that it made them All laugh.
Then Hal, having demolished as
much bread and butter and jam as
would keep an ordinary London boy
for a week, came around and threw
himself a. Vane's feet; the servant
| brought in candles and thereby change
Jeanne's hair to brighter gold
Quietly she arose and went to the pr
ano, as was evidently her custom to
do; Uncle John settled back in his
chair, and looked dreamily at the fire;
and Aunt Jane opened her work-tas
/ BILE.
Jeanne played some soft little son
nets and all listened silently. Vane,
the world-worn man. covered his face
| with his hands and drank In the
peace and repose.
Jeanne was no musician-she hated
| practicing, and would rather have
found cause for pride in being able to-
sail the Nancy Bell than in playing.
Mendelssohn's songs without words
like master, but she played with ex'
preston and with the grace that be-
| Ionged to her as her birthright, but
| she had never heard real music as
| yet.
Vane listened with his hand before
his eyes, but with his gaze upon the
beautiful face so calm and serene at
this moment, and yet SO capable of
betraying "assion and emotion.
Thanks, Jeanne, my ANGEL" said
the old man, as she finished. "She
plays TO me every evening, Vane," be
explained; "and until chemistry took
hold OF me-"
Hal looks up with alarm
"Mr. Vane. do you play?"
Vane started-he had been far
away
YES he answered, absently, be-
fore he knew what he was saying.
Jeanne, Mr.. vane plays!" says Hal,
with hushed awe.
Jeanne came to the fire.
"Will you play for us?' she sard
He hesitated a moment, then he
arose and went to the piano, Hal fol-
lowing him with worshiping eyes.
"Jea ne. fancy his being able to
play! whispered, as Jeanne kneit
befor The fire, with her head turned
curiously toward the piano. After all
it was nothing so very wonderful that
an artist should be able to play the
piano, or to walk on stills, for in.
stance, yet
| Suddenly, and yet softly, his hands
struck a chord, and the first notes OF
music with life in it fell across
Jeanne's soul.
What 1t was he played she knew
not--there were chords of sound, soft
and delicious, weird and mournful:
deep, heartstirrtng chords. that made
the blood leap to their martial tones:
then low, murmurous melody that
seemed like oil on troubled waters
fell of touching sadness too deep for
tears.
II ceased, and he arose and came
near the fire. and stood holding his
| hands above Jeanne's head to the
glow, before they could recover their
establishment
"siri" exclaimed the old gentleman.
that's music"
1T Is Beethoven" said vane; do
you know 1t, Miss Bertrand"
Jeanne looked up and shook her.
head and he saw that her face was
quite pale.
For a moment her lips quivered. asl
II with sudden remorse, then he went
back to the piano and played Nea.I
politan fisher-song.
IT'S song--a songi" said Hal, ex-
citedly; Sing IT,"
NaHe nOuuS0 ana compiled.
1t was one Of those songs one hears
at Naples in the early morn, when thel
lake is cleaning like an opal IN the
sun, and the girls are clustering
around the fountains to watch theE
men come in with their spoil.
The happy ring of the music. and
the lit OF the words set Hal beating
time on the fender. vane stopped
and looked. The blood had come
back to Jeanne's face. and the hight
to her eyes-they were sparkling. and
her lips were apart VITA delight
He turned to the piano with sigh /
and as he let his hands wander over
the keys, muttered: !.
"A child with tears and smiles so
near. Responsive to the touch as
Miriam's harp. A child-yest bnt she
viii be a woman and like the rest
like the rest!"
CHAPTER VII.
with heave.ho! and Aeave-ho! !
and away she goes!" sings a grun, /
husky voice. "Heaye-ho!' shines in
round, full, boyish one, snd with a