The evening world., 1911-03-11

went to settle In France they
took Daae and Christine WITH
them. Mamma Valerius
~ treated Christine az her daugh-
ter. As for Daae. lie began to pine away
with Inconsistencies. lie never went out
OF doors In Paris. but lived IN a sort OF
dream which he kept up with his violin.
For hours at a time. he remained
locked up IN his bedroom with his
daughter. hddlinE and singing. very.
very SOFTLY. Sometimes Mamma Valertus
would come and listen behind the door.
wipe away a tear and 60 downstairs
again on tiptoe. signing for her Scan
dinavian skies.
Deae seem~i not 10 recover his
strength until the uiunor, when the
whole family went TO stay a Perros-
Guirec. IN O. PARKWAY corner OF Brit
tansy. where the sea wac OF the same
oolor as in his own country. Often he
would play his saddest tunes on the
beach ana pretend that tine sea stopped
lts roaring TO listen TO them. And then
he induced Mamma Va!erius 90 indulge
q queer within Of his. At tho time Of
the ''pardons." or Breton pIlglImages.
the village festival and dances, he went
off with his fiddle. as In the old days.
n was allow ed to take his daughter
with him for a week.
They gave the smahes hamlets music
to last them for a year and slept At
night in a barn. refusing a he'd at the
Inn. lying close together on the straw.
as when they were 80 poor In Sweden.
At the same time. they were very neat
~ dressed. made no collection. refused
the halfpence offered them. and the
people around could not understand the
conduct ut this rustic fiddler. who
tramped the roads with that pretty
child who a Hike an angel from
Heaven. They followed them from vii
iage to village.
One day a little boy. VINO was out
with his governess. mad her take a
longer walk han she intended. for he
could not tear himself from the little
girl whose pure, sweet voice seemed TO
bind him to her. They came 20 the
shore OF an inlet which b stil called
Trestraou, but which now, q believe.
hArbors a casino or s~oInethfnG OF the
sort. At that time there was NOTHING
but sky and sea and a stretch OF golden
beach. Only. there was also a hfSh
wind. which blew Christine's scarf our
to sea. Christine gave a cry and Put
out her arms. bun the scarf was already
far on tho Then she heard Q
voice say:
TITS all right. I'll 20 and fetch your
scarf out OF the sea"
And she saw q little boy running fast,
in spite OF the o~utcries and the indig-
nant protests OF n worthy lady In black,
The little boy ran into the sea. dressed
as he was. and brought her back her
scarf. Boy and scarf were both soaked
through. The lady In black made q
great fuss. but Christine laughed merrtI
and kissed the little boy. who was nom
other thar the Vicomte Raoul de Ctsa9
nv, staying at Lannion with his aunt.
During the season. they saw eaci
other and played together almost every
day. At the aunt's request. seconded
by Prof. Valerius. Daae consented Il
, give the young viscount some violi'
lessons. In this way. Raoul learned 4
love the same airs that had charme'
Christine's childhood. They also bot
had the same calm n dreamy llttl
E cast OF mind. They delighted In stories
I'm old Breton legends; and their favorit
sport was 10 90 and ask for them a
/, the cottage-doors like beggars:
"Na'am" or, "K ind gentle
: man .'' have you a little story I
tell us, p~lense7"
I And It seldom happened that they di
g not have one given" them: for nearl
: every old Breton grandame has. a
Il least once In her life. seen the "korr,
u gans' dance by moonlight on II
- heather,
9 But their great treat was IN III
twilight, In the great silence OF III
- evening, after the sun had set in III
sea. when Daae came and sat dow
e by them on the roadside and, in a 10
l. voice, as though fearing lest he shou'
brighten tho ghosts whom he evoke
vi told them the legends Of the land
the North. And, the !
stopped. the children would ask Il
20 more.
"a There VAS one story that began:
Re "A king sat IN a little boat on OF
4, OF those deep. still lakes that OPP
,,a like a bright eye in tho midst OF Il
10 Norwegian mountains
r And another;
LATHE Lotte thought OF eyerythi,
and nothing. Her hair was golden
IN the suns rays and her soul as Gle
and blue as her eyes, She wheedll
Eer mother. Was kline 10 her doll, to.
great care OF her frock and her lit
red shoes and her fiddle, but most
all loved, when she went TO sleep,
hear the Angel OF Music
=. While the old man told his stor
I. Raoul looked at Christine's blue ey
and golden air ana Christine thong
Nv that Lotte was very lucky to hear I
ny Angel OF Music when she went TO sles
.at The Angel Of Music played a part
OIL all Daddy Daae's tales; and he ma
az tained that every great musicla
IN every great artist received a Wis
ut from the Angel AZ least once IN
AZ. life. Sometimes the Angel leans ol
Of their cradle, as happened 20 Lotte, a
that Is how there are little prodig
bet who play the fiddle at six better tn
men al atty, which. YOU must adm
Is very wonderful Sometimes I
10 Angel comes much later, because I