The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1910-05-14
a0D82u390Da1omgou9go@ OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

What can you play2" he asked looking doubtfuly
at Kaus's red face
Il can play-anything!" Klaus felt that he could
lighted with smilea WELL" said the bandmaster,
slowly Perhaps Could you play the cymbals?'
oh yesP
"Then come this afternoon at two. There is fu-
neral" "
Surely, never beat so happy a heart at funeral
as that OF Klaus as he marched along the street he
hind the glittering bass-horn Klaus PLAYED with a
will, striking the cymbas past each other with the
same free movement that men had used before him
in old Egypt, before the days Of Christ The mower
tui sound OF them seemed to surround him and to
shlver through his very veins. But every few mo-
ments the edge of the disks in his unskled hands.
came striking sharply against his wrists SO that thew
bed from the cuts.
That night Klaus dropped two shining silver tba1ers
INTO his mothers apron.
But a reckoning came on the morrow ,vb., Iz1,.
must go to his lesson, for the cuts on his wrists
stiff and sore in the night, and his hands were swo
len.
Never mind the bow-exercise TODAY. We will
take hrst the etnde said the professor as he tuned
klaqss violin to save time.
Klaus began
"Sabristii The bow is slanted" cried the Herr
Professor striking Klaus's stick off the strings, in
temper. $50, again.
And Klaus began again at the beginning only u
play worse than
IT'S my hands" he said, with little struggle in
his throat -,
"Not the hands merely, but STUPID care1essness "
returned the Herr Professor strding scornfully up
the narrow room
them yesterday on the cymbas"
r.c Gn they the eymb1ls repeated the master stopping d
the nddle he continued sternly, and Klaus obeyed in
trembling haste. He had known pupils who were
sent home from the lesson but it had never happened
TO him before. AS he opened the door the master
II will come soon to thy house will see thv
father. But Klaus paid no heed to further disgrace
or rebuke. He turned for hiding into vacant room
The tears were mastering, him and he was far too
day. ~ ~--A140A
Presently he heard the masters heavy emphatic
step go down the hall and away. Klaus loneed to run
after him to beg for just five minutes-for single
moment, eyen-of trial But the footsteps died into
silence while he hesitated Then Klaus tenacious lit
tie German that he was crept back into the masters
room, determined to wait for his return and beg his
lesson once more.
The Herr Professor had no thought of returning.
put went 6rlsky along the bank of the canal and I'D
the crowded ways AT Klaus's doorstep he stood
quite STILL rubbing the back of his head, and saying
Sen9 ms bas teeth tn t Bodshsaa! Foo Wha am
met the horn-player who had helped bring Klauss
father to his home
Are you going to Herr Kuncle's?" he demanded.
that poor fellow? He has broken his left wrist WHY
stand"
"Yes," said the horn-player, moving his big feet
uneasily as if he had been caught in mischief "But
one must say something You wouldn't"
Say something! 4eh HinsmeL That is worse
stupidlty than nine But go-go! Perhaps you
derstand to comfort: Never to play-and such
tune-such good, wholesome playing Ach Him,nei"
ana with great gesture the Herr Professor strobe
back to the Music College
Klaus had crept back into the masters a1cove nousv
with old German books and music He was silent as
the master came in He had no wish to spy, but how
could he speak when the master was stridng I'D and
down! Klaus quite lost his courage and forgot all
that had been in his heart to say Presently without
warming the master whipped open his double fiddle
and took from it his precious Gt,arneri1s Was
m Iav deedt Tn t[a 4.
had given only fragments in burning tones runs clipped
thrilling from the fngerboard, again only word
or gesture that showed the heart of things Now
he was to play The violin trembed and rang under
the attack of his opening chords and then the clear
hrst melody scared FORTH rich as the color of tr1-
lips in the sunhe very melody that had uplifted the
heart OF Klaus long ago in the spring twilight when
ne had listened in the aeywaythat had held him. fit
ting now; now coming. to him in full light. Long
hours had Klaus himself wresed with it when he was
alone-now remembering and again filling in the lost
spaces with his own musical thought playing hum
Wng' crying sometimes with eagerness and vexaton
Why had he not known befores That white hand
that tone they all were his masters
Klaus came out of his corner as il he had been
called; his face had upon it look of wisdom and
wonder, as OF something hidden away in the heart
that cannot speak.
The master saw him and stopped
Klaus, child. art thou still here? What is it with
theeF Wilt thou pay?" for Klauss eyes were fixed
upon the violin.
".Yes-oh, let me try" said Klaus breathlessly,--.
quite forgetting the injured hands.
He tucked the precious Guarnerius under his chin.
His bow wandered little. for he could not master
the chords; then from him also oated the marvellous
melody. The boys tone was different from his mas
ters very crude at times. but ever and again strug-
CLING out of its bands into glorious fuIness and in
dlyiduaity It was the heart Of Klaus, and none
other The Herr Professor had sometimes seen its
faint forth shadowng but anything so full and
complete, for Klaus had never before played for him
anything he could love supremely. The melody came
to close. and Klaus went on with his own inipro-
visaton threading his way to the second melody which
remained in his memory.
"The young rascalp muttered the Herr Profess
sor
He walked to the end of the ROOM nodding his
head Listening with closed eyes, following with up
lifted finger the trend of a mobilization AS Klaus
stood there the music possessed him. swayrg his BODY
neverso lightly, If it breathing upon fame,
giving to his head now and then a motion OF c1pha-
SIS IN which were both joy and power. Klaus had
forgotten the masters presence was only when he
had closed the music with full slowly declining notes
that he became shy again. and Ionged lay by the