The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-12-29

Il was almost twilight and there
was a quiet hush on the mountain
The notes of the violin came to his
ears and their music was no louder
Than the sound OF the south wind aa
II sighed through the pine trees and
stirred the maple leaves touched with
he crimson OF the fall There was
the pain OF an aching heart In the
music OF the strings and Betty nestled
closer to the man and turned her pink
palm TO meet the big hand that had
closed protectingy over her small
one
Soon the music changed. The notes
grew light and happy and then
launched into a triumphant love song
Come. Betty" said Bob Thorne
hoarsely, take me over to see your
Miss Celia"
Il wanted to take you this morn
ing but you said you hoped you would
be delivered from any girls here I'm
awful glad we're going just can't
get along without seeing Miss Celia
every day"
Betty pushed open the door and
peered In the shadows Of the living
room in the cottage.
Wait" she whispered to the man
beside her, and went in alone.
Hello, Miss Celia Let's light the
candles so we can see!"
That task accomplished. Betty de
manded more music So It was that
Just as Miss Celia lifted the little
rosewood instrument to her shoulder
Bob Thorne. finding that he could
wait no longer. stepped into the glow
of the candles.
This" said Betty proudly, "is my
Miss Celia, Uncle Bob"
Entirely yoUrs?" gravely question:
ed the man as he took Miss 'Celia's
cold little hands in his own.
The Introduction properly effected.
Betty went of in search Of Miss
'Celia's mother and the cookies that
were always ready for her.
Well" asked the man, "is 1t al
ways to be just the violin. Celia"
His tone held the bitterness of long
suffering
Not If you-if you still want me,
answered the girl breathlessly Then
when she was clasped close to him
voice from somewhere under his
chin said, "Oh, was so afraid 1t
wouldn't be you after all, and you
wouldn't hear tonight"
Cecilia, how did It happen? What
has come to change you so?"
Time" said Celia. and sorrowful
loneliness. Art may be enough for
some women, Bob but am not one
of the elect"
Elect" scornfully
81 thought | owed it to mother to
make something out Of my music
when had been so carefully educat-
ed tried harder than ever after
you went away"
After you sent me away" he in
terrupted
But my genius came down to
merely talent and I grew discouraged
I broke down then, gave up my col
lege work and came to the mountains
to get strong and try to forget-you
But when | met Betty ! gave up all
hope Of forgetting, for she has your
way Of demanding things and getting
what she wants"
Not always" There was a shadow
in the mans eyes at thought of his
lonely journey over the world to for.
gel one face and the sound of one
violin
Don't look like that, Bob" cried
the girl Il am so much better ft
ter for you if-if you still want me
You know | tried to believe that ]
vas a modern woman wanted
career and fame Betty made me
realize that a happy life for a woman
is bounded by love and home"
God bless Betty" said her uncle
fervently
When | heard that man was
coming. and all they told me was
that his name was Bob, and that he
was big. ! hoped, oh you don't know
how / hoped and prayed that he
would prove by some miracle to be
you
80 you are willing to give up g
! career for me?'
I'm never play again, Bob, unless
you want TO hear me
THAT will be often, dear am not
selfish and I'll never be Jealous OF
your violin again To tell you the
truth. have run from the sound Of
violin for a year. for the music of
one always made me want you"
You ran to it tonight"
only because | knew the sound oi
your bow on the string4 and knew
that would find you here So you
are really going to give up walking
the boards in the glare of the foot
lights?"
Yes" said the girl happily, ''for
space no larger than the circle oi
your arms
And the light"
"Of one mans eyes"