El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-09-22

particularly attractive that ne was
"llllng 20 be purred 0ver2
Downstairs.
Yet how little difference his appear
anee made TO her. Her love was always
the sane. Whether me was IN q hath
robe. smoking facKet vvf-10rF Ifs
collar and in his stocking feet Ia most
unallurlng combinatiuul or warm and
dusty and travel stained; to her nothing
-'as z7leQ- 4r was the man she loved
NcW come on down. Don't STOP 10
fuss any more. as she turned 10 thu
mirror for the finishing touches 70 her
hair You're all rigt"
Downstairs they found everything n
ne 9uzz OF final preparation Almost
~ Lle S-S were already filled and
-.tfs- stevens, in her black chiffon even
plans.
The first aumber was a piano solo
~ Mss Haskell the second a mando-
I'm 0leL Dy TWO college boys, the third
oaTkey song by Mrs. Whitman.
Ee-en- VINO was sitting beside War
ren toward the back Of the room.
sllpped cold little hand itno his As
the time for her own nuuber 5-e17
1ear ner heart beat faster and faster
~ oar IL she should break dOWn-be-
come panic stricken before an these
Although e was only an informal
Qenellr concern yet sac could not have
o11l more IT'S tifened nor could it have
been her debut i'm grand opera
Helen sings.
At last AIRS. Stevens announced. "a.
SlmIner Night soprano solo By Mrs.
warren Curtis
Warren released her hand with
strong. comforting pressure. and rose
&c let her pass into rne aisle
When from the little iuprovfsed
platform Helen confronted the row ~
races everything blurred before her
EEeW. Az a matter of fact. she aid no.
sing 10 very Wells and the applause that
LoL0Wed was Tar more a tribute TO her
le-l-ate, g-r-lsh personality than 20 the
But when She started De Koven's
VIII O. the Wisp" out Of the blur be-
tore ner eyes she had found Warren.
but W.lar was that look in his steady
steel gray eyes2 Disappointment
EofseLLlng everyone else she now
9aA5 20 nm me nervous tremor had
leLg nsr voice and it was rarely sweet
80 c-5afi not powerful. but with an
unusual, plaintive appeal With each
verse there seemed q sweet cadence IN
ner notes, and when she finished II was
amid wild applause.
As she hurriedly stepped from the
Morel"
Mrs Stevens caught her and drew her
Anything anythingr she whispered.
ne lullaby I heard YOU singing 10
Wlnnred the other night. Sinr Ia fusr
as you sang it them
Winifred's luuabyl Could she sing
lnat--Io an these people2 And then she
seemed swept on by the eXultatiOn that
was IN her, and the eager expectancy
of her audience
She had won theml She could feel
mat For the moment she was thrilled
with rare sense Of power Of assur-
ance, OF daring confidence In herself
which she had never felt before.
With her hands clasped before her she
began the quaint, chanting lullaby with
It's rocking, murmuring refrain. There
was something welrdly haunting in it's
now as she had never sung it before
ana would probably never sing IL again
Helen's Moment.
Life gives us a few rare moments ID
which we ore swept to the very
heights. Moments In which we live
intensely, Vl0raCngly. eLultantlv liref
The remainder Of the time. with more
OF less ulsc9nIorl- we merely exist. And
TO Helen this was one Of the ''mo-
ments-"
When she finished there was a tense
silence, stronger than any deuOnstra-
ton. Then the storm of applause swept
her back TO sing the last stanza again
time there were still cries Of "Once
more" as she made her way back to
her seat
Mrs. Stevens had to rap repeatedly
before shs could silence the buzz Of
comment to announce the next number.
Helen felt Warren's hand reach over
and take possession OF both Of her own.
as he stopped over and whispered TO
her with note Of love and pride ano
possession which she had not heard
for months,
Kitten. my little kittengs