The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1911-07-08

sell .wine-my father IL . wine mer-
chant. He thipksI waste my time
on music and threatened to burn my
violin, the one which Fradler gave me
when he died and told me-"
Not Paul Fradler!" cried Vaughn.
my dear friend Paul wrote often OF .
boy--sureiy you are not that boy.
Herman Celeda?''
"Yes, yes" exclaimed Celeda with
quick emotion. "Fradler--he was 20
good to me. He taught me all know
and when he knew that the end was
coming he-he told me that he would
trust me to but one person for the
few more months Of study require
have his address here" He drew
forth q card and as Professor Vaughn
took It he smiled. for the name was
his own, with minute detail as to how
to reach his studio.
I'VE will take our first lesson this
afternoon. them. laughed Professor
Vaughn, extending hand to Celeda.
You are" began the boy.
Yes; l am-and this is my daugh-
ter" said the professor, drawing Mil.
dred nearer.
The eyes of the two met for brief
moment, then drew quickly apart.
Celeda turned to the professor. Il
had intended filling any engagements
l might secure, restaurants or any.
thing, SO that might add to the small
maintenance have. but now" he
paused. II will respect my name-for
you" He did not look at Mildred
when he spoke, but something gave
the one word you" personal sig
nificance.
During the rest Of the voyage, as II
by accord, Celeda and Mildred kept at
opposite ends Of the boat. It was as
II an electric wire marked the divid-
Ing line that neither might cross.
Upon the Saturday night before
reaching New York Mildred found that
almost without her will she had
strolled to the very nose Of the boat
and was standing alone in the breeze
and the moonlight.
May return your scarf. Miss
Vaughn" Herman Celeda stood be-
side her holding the light scarf which
had blown on UNDECIDED.
Thank you" She looked out over
the water, then back at him. "You
have avoided mo-" she said swiftly,
and not knowing why she spoke, "and
don't see any reason for it,"
He did not speak; his hand tight
a. al In
Mildred felt desire to break this
mans control. In her youth the only
weapon which came to her mind was
the power to hurt.
please don't imagine mind" she
said finally.
Still Celeda remained silent but he
leaned against the big ventilator
which completely hid them from view.
and took out his violin. He drew his
bow and played gentle. delicate
melody.
The girl listened with bated breath
and rising tears, then sank In hud-
died heap on the deck with shoulders
trembling.
Mildred, Mildred" Celeda put
down his violin and dropped beside
her on the deck. II don't want to
tell you how much love you until
am worthy. Dear, have my fame to
make before can claim YOU"
But why am l crying?" she asked
tearfully.
You are crying because you love
me. You didn't know what was the
matter with you. knew that this
was coming. that FIRST night, when I
saw your eyes like stars, In the moon
light" He looked into her smiling
eyes. Homer said that Achilles was
taught music to moderate his emo
tions." He bent over and touched her
hand with his lips. ''Well-this vio-
lin has Nto moderate my love for you
until such time as can lift you up to
a wonderful height. You will come
then. won't your"
Yes, boy" she said.