Evening star., 1911-06-11

by the stamping of spurred boots Then girl shreked
shrily, "Oh, you wicked boy! | have good mind to
pull your beard out This remark followed by
assumed howl OF pain
Marilac applied his left eye to the keyhoe. Twenty,
think" he whispered, drawing back. There IS a
pretty girl sitting the knee of with golden
beard We must not hurt her. And then we ought not
to kill the German who played that sonata wonder
"Silence!" snared Dagobert. He peered through the
keyhole of the adjoining door. The was empty.
lamp lared on table, and across corner stood an
open piano. In this room second door which OBJ
vousy gave egresS to the apartment where the Germans
were having their supper
our position in this room, and when those gluttonous
pigs rush ought to be able to settle three or four
at the outset"
They filed in tiptoe.
aBut look here my Captain if we dash in upon them
that will give them chance at all, urged Laporte
aBut it will mean terrible upon the supper
table, whispered the Engishman.
A T that moment a voice. slightly raised, if its
Z owner had had more than his share of wine, was
heard saying "Come, Major, won't you give us some
music?"
The Frenchmen became stiff as stone.
"What do you say, my pretty canary'" asked the
"No, no! If you put me down will away" cried
the girl Il do not like your playing; it makes me
wretched."
"But can give you something livelier All! when the
over, and am with my orchestra in Berlin, will
compose music such the world has never heard! TO
what other end did join the army? For the pleasure OF
killing Frenchmen? By means. | tell you, my
friends that since the fighting began have been com
for holds chords in which you shall note the thunder
of artillery and the bowling of men gone mad with
Staying and the OF women and the death rattle
of diving heroes and the terrible tocsn OF exploding
shells True artists call Felix Grishenheim great They
shall call him the greatest
A cry of establishment sprang to Marilacs lips but
got no further. "Did you hear?o he gasped. He IS
there-himsef- rishenhem! He played his own
sonaan He stepped noiseessly to the inner door and
looked through the keyhoe And he saw his loved hero
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time and noticed that he rather small man. with
handsome face that agow with enthusiasm and
mild blue eyes.
Name of dog! When are we going to strike up the
first dancer" muttered Laporte.
"Hush!" begged the professor of music still STOPPING
before the door, with an implonng wave OF his hand
"At the same time, my friends, went on the Major,
removing long black cigar from his lips while he kept
his other round the girls waist at the same time
thing write good music and quite another to
hear executed by who perceive its SOUL who
translate the soul into sound. All, my poor SYM
phony! How many times shall hear it murdered? And
talking about sympathetic execution, often recall one
afternoon in Paris when dropped in for few minutes
the house of Madame la Confess de Chasseva IN the
Parade Provence There party OF some kind, and
the rooms horribly crowded. l was just on the
point of withdrawing more quickly than l had come,
when l heard some one begin to play my Autumn
Sonata on piano, for which instrument as you are
aware composed it. And before had listened to halt
dozen bars knew that it in safe hands Hfmnael
could have struck the ppant fools who continued to
talk who did their best to drown that beautiful music
which contains some of my finest eforts-wlth their
idiots gabbe But when the player entered upon the
second of the three movements his genius compelled
silence And drank in those chords intoxicated and
almost ashamed at the tears that rolled down my cheeks
When he had finished tried to reach him to offer my
congratulations; but could not get near because Of
that sweating crush So was obliged to be satisfied
with his name; and left Paris that night and have
never seen or heard that master again.
"That is unfortunate Major said gruff voice
"And his name?'
"Charles Marillac."
A MUTTER of surprise rose from the listening francs
treurs.
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