Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1909-01-16

what insane prompting possessed. can
scarcely be imagined Fielder looked
for a quick end to the folly. but he
saw the men i'm the street even as
they moved forward waver and pause.
With almost the first note II had come
, to them that they were hearing music
such as the Squeaking fddles of the
! dance halls never knew. Those on the
! opposite pavement crossed over. and
men far down the street stood still TO
listen.
More than the adopts cunning that
had at first tingled In his fingers az
sight OF the instrument was in Harry
Sanderson's playing. The violin had
, been the single passion which the old
Satan Sanderson had carried with him
f, into the new career. The impulse to
"soothe the savage breast had been n
I flare OF the old character he had been
relieving, but the music. begun in
b bravado. swept him almost instantly
! beyond its bounds He had never been
an indifferent performer. Now he was
! playing as he had never played I'm his
/ life. with inspiration and abandon
/ There VAS a diabolism in &c. He had
, forgotten the fight. the crowd. his own
hooking mood. He had forgotten
F where he was. He was afloat on a
huctuant tide OF melody that was car
rying him back. back. into the far
away past toward all that he had loved
and lost.
Its Home. Sweet Home" said
Barney McCinn. NO. it's Annie
laurie No. its-hanged If I know
what it isrr
The player himself could not have
told him. lie was in kind OF trauced
dream The self made music was call
ing with "a sweet insistence TO buried
things that were stirring from long
sleep. II seLt a guip into the throat
OF more than one standing moyeless
in the street II brought a suspicious
moisture 20 Tom Folders eyes III drew
Mrs. Halloran from tie kitchen. wip-
ing her hands ON her apron. II called
TO girl Who crouchcd in tho upper
han with her miserable face buried in
her hands. drew her dovu the stair
20 the oiHce door. her eyes wide with
breathlcss wonder. her face g'isteuine
with feeling
From the balcony Jcssica had wit-
messed the f-lt without understand
ing its meaning a fascination she
could not g1insay had glued her eyes
10 the struggle IL was he-it was the
face she know. seen but once Tor
single moment I'm the hour OF her mar
rage hat stamped inCcl'bly upon her
memory. 10 was mo- longer smooth
shavcn. ana Sc was changed. cvuly
changed. But it was On, same. There
was rccklcsucss ANA mockcry in Sc aud
yet strength. not weakness. stunned
ana despised as he miGht bc-thc chief
actor as SO seemed 20 her. in "a cheap
and desperate harroom ARRAY. "a coarse
affair Of hsucuIs I'm the public street
yet there was somrtl ~ intrepid in
his bearing. something splendid I'm his
victory
To Jcssica, standing with hands close
clasped. the music sccmel the agony
OF rcmorse FOR past ram. the cry OF a
foriorn soul knowing itself cast out.
appealing 90 It's good angel FOR pity
and pardon. Hugh had often played
To her. lightly. carcles~ly. as ne did an
things. she had deemed q only one OF
his many clever. amaiourish accom-
plishments. Now IL struck her with a
pang that there had been In him n
deeper side that she had not guessed
Since her wedding day she had
thought OF her marriage MS loathcd
bond. from which his false prctense
had absolved her Now "a doubt OF -sz
own position assailed her Had lone
lincss and outlnwry driven him into
the career that had made him Stunned
even In this rough town. a course
which she, had she been faithful 10
her VOW FOR better. for worse" might
have turned to his redemption? God
fOrgave. but she had not forgiven.
/ Smarting tears scorched her eyelids.
For Harry Sanderson the music was
! the imprisoned memory, crying out
Z strongly In the first tongue It had
/ found. The slumbering qualities that
had stirred uneasily at sight OF the
face on the balcony awoke. Who he
was and had been he knew no more
than before, but the new writing self
consciousness. starting from it's sleep
with almost 2 sense OF shock, became
conscious Of the gaping crowd, the
Gusty street, the red sunset and of
himself at the end OF a vulgar brawl
saving a violin in silly braggadOcio in
a hotel doorway.
The music faltered and broke of.
The bow dropped at his feet. He
picked II up fumblingly and turned
back into the Office as a mau entered
from n rear door. The newcomer was
Michael Halloran the hotels proprie-
tor, short. thickset and surly. Asleep
in his room. he had neither seen the
fracas nor heard the playing. He saw
instantly, however. that something IN
usual was forward and. blinking on
the threshold. caught sight Of the man
! who was handing the violin back TO its
owner. He ciinched his fist, with a
scowl. and started toward him.
! His wife caught his arm.
"Oh, Michael. Michaelr she cried.
"Say nothing, lad! Ye should have
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