The Holbrook news., 1911-08-18

sell wine-my father is a wine mer- chant He thinks I 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 Fradlerl" cried Vaughn. My dear friend Paul wrote often of a boy surely you are not that boy, Herman Celeda?"
 Yes, yes," exclaimed Celeda with quick emotion. "Fradler-he was so 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 I require. have his address here" He drew forth a card and as Professor Vaughn took 1t he smiled. for the name was his own, with minute detail as to how to reach his studio.
 We will take our first lesson this afternoon. then" laughed Professor Vaughn. extending a hand to Celeda.
 You are" began the boy.
 Yes; I am-and this is my daugh- ter" said the professor, drawing Mill dred nearer.
 The eyes of the two met for brief moment. then drew quickly apart.
 Celeda turned to the professor. ''l had intended filling any engagements I might secure, restaurants or any thing, so that I might add to the small maintenance I have, but now," he paused, T will respect my name-for you" He did not look at Mildred when he spoke, but something gave the one word you" a personal sig nificance.
 During the rest of the voyage, as if by accord. Celeda and Mildred kept at opposite ends of the boat. It was as if 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 I return your scarf. Miss Vaughn?" Herman Celeda stood be- side her holding the light scarf which had blown of unheeded.
 Thank you" She looked out over the water, then back at him. You have avoided me-" she said swiftly, and not knowing why she spoke. and I don't see any reason for it."
 He did not speak; his hand tight ened it's grip on his violin. Suddenly Mildred felt a 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 I 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 a gentle, delicate | 
 The girl listened with bated breath and rising tears, then sank in a hud- dled heap on the deck with shoulders 
 Mildred, Mildred!" Celeda put down his violin and dropped beside her on the deck 'I don't want to tell you how much I love you until I am worthy Dear, have my fame to make before I can claim you"
 But why am crying?" she asked 
 You Are crying because you love me. You didn't know what was the matter with you. I 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 to moderate my love for you until such time as can lift you up to a wonderful height. You will come then, won't you?"
 -Ao