The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1909-05-30


YES 20 on chorused the listeners.
We'll. had met him by the merest
| chance. was struck at once by his
| dreamy, remote air learned that he
was a. musician, a violinist who had
studied under excellent masters. had
| come to Chicago to get some compost
| lions published, had failed and was
stranded here without cent OF money,
| OF course, he didn't blurt this all out
as I am doing.
Exactly" said the others.
We'll. | went home and couldn't get
that poor man out of my head. He had
given me his address, so I sent for
him TO lunch with me and discuss mat
tiers Of business. He came and played
for me-divinely, | knew he was in,
deed an artist the moment he drew his
bow across the strings OF that violin.
But you have heard him yourselves.
Then catechized him. The upshot OF
the matter was that persuaded him.
after numerous interviews, long argu'
ments, an inealculable expenditure OF
diplomacy and patience not native to
my soul. TO let me introduce him to
some of the vaudeville managers in
town"
Base woman. Corrupter OF genius!"
were the protests
We'll you may imagine the trouble
| had 20 get even hearing for those
unfortunate vaudeville managers with
nv artist of the temperament He
doubted II ne would not be debasins
his calling to so much as consider the
project. And all the time there he
was. starving!
THAT. by the. way. was why you got
up that subscription, wasn't II. Mrs
Bond." interrupted young man at
her right.
yes" admitted she. Il simply
couldn't see him perish with that
ger4ls Of HIS. And knew he must get
hungry between my lunches and teas.
He didn't mind the subscription at all"
How did he come out with the au'
tocrats OF the drama?' inquired her
host.
Beautifully. They listened hopeful
". Oh. such trouble as ! had getting
those appointments But you know 1t
takes time TO arrange these little mat
tiers: In the midst Of the negotiations,
just when everything looked rosiest,
my friend of the temperament disap-
peared Simply dropped out OF sight.
leaving no word OF explanation for
me"
What had happened? p
In ten days he returned-with a
wife, If you will believe me, that In
sane youth had gone and married
little country girl, as inexperienced
and helpless and altogether impossible
as himself--on his prospects!
'Then had them both on my hands.
I couldn't let them die in the street.
And there was something awfully ap-
pealing about Arthur Doringston. His
wife was a sweet little thing. too,
though had hard work to forgive her
for. mining his career by marrying him
Just at that time.
so ! set valiantly to work once
more Arthur had decided that he
| nust study in Paris. He really seemed
| TO have an idea about II. agreed with
him meekly that vaudeville was but
poor excuse for art and hardly worth
a mans best efforts. Then after weeks
Of scheming and planning and wire
pulling was ready for my coup d'etat.
What those weeks cost me in broken
engagements. WEAKNESS of the flesh
and seIf-sacriice no one knows,"
Poor Mrs. Bond!" murmured lis
teuer
Finally the day arrived which was
to make my artistic friends fortune,
20 assure him OF his chance to study in
| comfort and dignity. Six of the most
important people OF musical sym
pethies In the city had consented TO
| give an hour Of their time 10 meet and
| bear him play I knew the victory was
| already won
We'll. We met, and we waited I
knew they were ffdgeting and, as for
me. was shaking with fright Forty
minutes We waited in a dreary pre-
tense OF sociabiIity. and finally we
parted. Arthur Loringston had broken
that appointment, I was sick with
modification. but | was also alarmed.
Ny poor friend | thought What
terrible accident has prevented his
coming?
The next day met him on the
street. He came MP to me eoolly. smil-
ing, appealing as ever, cheerful. yet
with his little air of dreaminess
Dear Mrs. Bond. he said. I vas
sorry 20 disappoint you yesterday, but
II was unavoidable NY wife had a
| little attack OF inconsistencies. so natur.
| ally | was compelled to deny myself
the pleasure Of meeting your friends,'
And that" said Mrs. Bond. rs why
] have reaouneed the artistic tempers-
ment and all its works"