Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-01-12

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Soon the music changed. The notes
grew light and happy and then
launched into a triumphant love song.
1t was as if the player himself were
calling to her mate and it seemed, so
insistent was the call, that if such
were the case, he must answer, even
though he had to come across world
to her.
Come, Betty" said Bob Thorne
Miss Celia"
q 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 off in search of Miss
'Celias mother and the cookies that
were always ready for her.
Well" asked the man, sis it 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, l was so afraid 1T
wouldn't be you after all, and you
wouldn't hear tonight"
Celia, how did it happen? What
I has come to change you SOP"
Time" said Celia, land sorrowful
loneliness. Art may be enough for
some women. Bob, but l am not one
, of the elect"
"Elact ~ CcnrpfuIIv
81 thought l owed it to mother to
make something out of my music
when l had been so carefully educat-
ed. I 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 l grew discouraged.
| broke down then, gave up my col
lege work and came to the mountains
to get strong and try to forget-you.
But when l met Betty / gave up all
hope of forgetting, for she has your
way of demanding things and getting
what she wants"
in the mans eyes at thought of his
lonely journey over the, world to for
get one face and the sound of one
violin.
Don't look like that, Bob" cried
the girl. Il am so much better fit
ter for you Tiff you still want me-"
There was pause while he proved
to her entire satisfaction again how
much he wanted her.
You know l tried to believe that
was a modern woman. l wanted a
career and fame. Betty made me
realize that happy life for a woman
is bounded by love and a home"
God bless Betty" said her uncle
fervently.
when I heard that a man was
coming, and all they told me was
that his name was Bob, and that he
was big, l hoped, oh, you don't know
how 1 hoped and prayed that he
would prove by some miracle to be
you"
so you are willing to give up a
career for me?"
'Tll 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, l have run from the sound Of
a violin for year, for the music Of
one always made me want you"
You ran to it tonight"
only because l knew the sound of
your bow on the strings, and l knew
that I 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 of
your arms"
and the Light"
"Of one mans eyes"