Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-05-24

ear of Albert, who withdrew at once.
zone must eat" Herr Freudenberg de-
clared. albert has some peaches, won
derful peaches from the gardens where
the sun always shines. Peaches and
Observation-Disclosures coffee All! my
friend you remember those somebre
banquets when we all hated one another
because we all fancied that the other
wanted what we had a right to? Ugh!
When L think of Berlin in those days,
when no one smiled, when ones sense
of humor was there only to be kept
down with an iron hand, why, it gives
one to weep! Mademoiselle, L have a
prayer to make"
1T is granted" she assured him
softly
presently the orchestra shall play
the music of Faust You will sing to
us? Tonight is one Of my nights, never
really perfect unless some minutes of
it move to the music of your voice.
She laughed softly.
"Yes, monsieur. 1 will sing" she an
swered. but not the Jewel Song to-
night. Send the chef d'orchestre to
me-"
At the merest signal he was there
with his violin under his arm. Made
moiselle whispered a word in his ear,
ton which they were playing suddenly
ceased Monsieur lie chef alone played
some italian air which no one wholly
recognized, but every one found famil-
lar Slowly, he walked around the
tables, playing still, always with his
eyes upon Mademoiselle Ike, and when
at last he stood before her she threw
her head back and sang.
The clatter of crockery diminished,
the walters paused in their tasks or
crept on tiptoe about the place. Men
and women stood up at their tables that
they might see the singer better; con-
versation ceased. And all the time the
chef dorchestre drew music from his
violin, and mademoiselle, with half
closed eyes, her head thrown back, filled
the whole room with melody. Even she
herself knew that she was singing as
she never sang at the opera, as she
had never sung when great impresario
had come to try her voice, as one sings
only when the heart is shaking a little,
and as she finished, the fingers Of her
left hand slowly crept across the table
into the hand of Herr Freudenberg, the
toymaker, and her last notes were sung
almost in a whisper into his ears. The
room rose up to applaud. The cher
dorchestre went back to his place.
bowling right and left. Herr Freuden-
berg raised the fingers that lay between
his hand to his lips.
"Ah, mademoiselle, he murmured, Il
have no longer words!'
Albert came back. Scarcely more
than a look passed between him and
Herr Freudenberg. Then the latter
rose to his feet.
Come" he said. "A little surprise
for you. You, too. dear Julien. in
sist. This way"
They passed from the room. AS
mademoiselle rose to her feet, people
began once more to applaud.
"MademoiSelle will sing again pres
emily, perhaps" Herr Freudenberg an
swered a man who leaned forward. I'VE
90 not depart"
He led the way to the head of the
staircase. and they passed into the
back regions of the place. dim, ill-lit,
mysterious. Albert, who had preceded
them, threw open the door of room.
There was a small supper table laid for
three, more flowers, more wine.
ut is that one may talk for five min
utes," Herr Freudenberg explained.
''Mademoiselle"
But mademoiselle had already fitted
away. The door somehow was closed,
the two men were alone.
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