Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-01-10

Ivan heard this; all MS these words
though not loudly spoken yet reached his He
flung the little musician from him. The small man
spun around dzzy, ridiculously still cutching his
violin case in his arms and finally fell fiat on his
face-and the case cracked beneath him and was
crushed.
."It would be a shame snarled the powerful
mana shame to kill such rat-such ratF
He repeated the epithet full in the face of Anna
He wheeled and powed his way through the crowd,
which was fortunate; for two policemen were at
the moment struggling to reach the spot where
he had stood. But they saw that the little must
clan was not much hurt he merely sat there hold
ing his wrecked violin, whimperng, and crying
and as they turned and saw with apprecatve gances
the great bulk of Ivan, they made only show Of
pursuit.
Anna turned from the sight of her crouching
whimperng husband and looked after the great
crowd, and think saw admiration follow contempt
in her eyes, and besides something flashed in them
that made think they looked perhaps just then
as her ewes had hashingly looked upon Ivan at the
end of the dance under the showering apple bios
SONS. But this of course, may have been only my
imagination then-or since. The last l of Anna
she was kneeling amid her baggage her hands
cutched tightly against her eyes, her hands and
face haf-hdden by her coiled and braided, splendid
auburn hair
MY thoughts were harsh and bitter of her them
1V1 at that moment just after had seen my idol
lied friend so terribly wounded. But since l have
thought more gently of her; for it took long time
in those days the ocean, and one could pic
ture Anna, strong, beautiful creature for romance,
and the little, emotional, black eyed musician to-
gether in the long afternoons and on the moonlit
nights gazing out perhaps on the silvered, myster
ously waving waters, the balmy brine winds scent
ing their hair the impressive immensely of the blue
dome of the sky and the boldness of the shining
moon insensibly drawing them closer and closer;
and-then if he took his violin and swept from its
strings his plea of passion holding her with his big
black eyes as he played-wel well, my heart does
not set so 6ercely and bitterly against Anna now
as it did then when left her sobbing and fastened
away to follow my friend =,
Il saw no sign of him. l wondered if he would
90 back to the rooms- THE fondly, thought
fully and magnifcently arranged for Annals recep-
ton; a feast ordered for midday from this very
restaurant at which was to have sat as the only
guest. l went to the rooms. Ivan was there. AS
assembled the stairs heard the sound of shatter-
ing glass l opened the door, and saw him. his face
red with rage a broken chair in his hand, and the
tall mirror smashed away with only here and there
a Jagged bit of bright glass sticking in the frame.
IVAN, my friend' l demonstrated.
1 ''Well. little brother, why not? What good
is it to me?' he demanded, grnning savagely.
1T is wasteful-good furniture like that. She
has gone; let her 60 There are many Others who
would pray at the threshold to enter such home :
There shall be no others! he cried. Never
never another!
but why destroy the furniture?' I asked.
"'What do l care for it now? What should do
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