The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1912-03-14
TIE EVENING STORY
"Then you'll Remember Me-"
(By Dorothy Douglas.)

| by the window. She gaZed with I'M
seeing eyes into the great court at the
rear of the apartment building and nib
| bled the end of her pen thoughtfully.
| Il want to marry him and I don't
want to- she told herself with I'M
smiling eyes. IF only he could learn
| to love music I believe-no-I am posi-
tive I would marry him. Music is the
! greater half of my life and Jimmy is
unutterably bored if any one save
Harry Lauder is singing
Alice heaved a sigh and turned again
| toward her desk. A spotless bit of
monogram paper lay ready for her an
swer to Jimmy Blake. She dipped her
pen in the ink and again nibbled the
end of it. Suddenly her head turned
| and she listened.
A voice of wonderful baritone
grandeur had burst into song.
The pen in Alice's hand dropped in
differently and she stole into her room
by the open court in a desire to draw
nearer the mans voice.
Fortunately her window was partly
! open and Alice sank down on her couch
in an abandonment of exquisite enjoy
ment- In the recess of her mind was
the thought that a new tenant had
moved into the apartment and that she
would have the pleasure, if stolen, of
hearing him sing often.
Her critical ear told her that the
voice. though of warm, rich timber,
was lacking in the minor technicalities
and finish that would have put him on
| level with the great Caruso.
He is no doubt studying night and
day." Alice decided, land I will hear
him practicing''
Then over her enjoyment of the music
came the certain knowledge that win
dows We're being opened in many of the
apartments on the court.
1t flashed upon her suddenly. The
man was a street singer and those peo-
pie were throwing him money
Alice jumped up and thrust her head
far out of the window.
Yes! There he is. and I can see only
the top of his head
The man had been singing the more
popular ariaS from the operas and
when he had finished the Flower Song
from Faust Alice watched him stoop to
pick up the many little white packages
that had been thrown to him.
In panic lest she be too late she
rushed to her desk and took the first
b1' of paper she found Into the en-
Velope she thrust a bill with a yellow
window.
The man would have been gone a
second later, but he heard the girls
voice calling, "Herep He turned back.
picked up the envelope and when he
saw the denomination he looked quick
~ up at the window and for moment
Alice Lange looked into his sensitive
emotional face.
With his hat still in his hand then he
sang the most beautiful of the DO
hemian Girl arias, Then You'll Re
member Ne"
There were tears in the girls ewes
and an ache in her throat when his
voice so poignantly sweet sobbed its
last appealing line, Then you'll re-
member me-
turn to her desk. Instead, she lay for
a long time dreaming of the street
singers voice.
Mo- she decided finally. ct cannot
marry Jimmy Blake. I want to roam
the E1ysian fields and pluck the flowers
of greatest fragrance, and Jimmy
Alice smiled wistfu1ly. Jimmy would
only tell me am moonstruck and take
me to vaudeville performance"
And when Jimmy received the note
that Alice sent him he went out to the
race track and came back through
Elysian fields that swayed Enthusiastically
and had tendency to rise up and
make his great gray racer turn turtle
as he careened madIy over the roads.
Two, three years slipped by. Alice
Lange's thoughts were not untinged
with regrets that she had dismissed
Jimmy Blake from her trail of follow
erS. Perhaps, after all Elysian fields
were only possible to roam in when
there was one other to share them.
She had spent many vain hours in an
effort to locate the man whose voice |
had seemed to change the entire course |
of her life, but he had disappeared APP
parently and no search could find him. |
Alice even went so far as to follow the |
example of a London society and had |
organized great concert. at which all |
the street musicians had an oppor- |
tunity to perform before critical and /
philanthropic audience.
But she came home from the venture |
tired and disheartened. There had been |
no voice with even a tenth portion of |
the sweetness of the one she sought.
For time she sat back and wished |
she had married Jimmy Blake.
Then one morning in her mail she re-
ceived ticket for the opera. There
was no message with the orchestra seat |
well toward the stage.
Alice pondered over the mysterious
gift, but not deeply for she had often
been the recipient of seats from some
of the singers. But later in the after
noon when a box of violets arrived in
the same anonymous way she felt
strangely curious. A welI-known bari
tone had expressed his love for her, yet |
he was not in the habit of sending gifts
without his card.
However. Alice dressed with unusual
taste and pinned on the bouquets of ex-
quisite English violets and ordered her
limousine for the evening opera.
She took her seat with a strange and |
excitement stirring within her.
She scanned the program and found
only one familiar name.
Gordon Trevor" unused Alice, land
I have 1onged for new voice.
He had not sung his first aria and
with eyes looking down into hers before
she knew him. And with her recogni-
ton came the certain knowledge that
he had sent both the ticket and the
flowers.
Aside from the wonder of his voice |
to which all the great audience was
and aside from her love of
any good music, Alice found herself