Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1912-09-28


head with a considerable degree of
precision. His movements for the
moment were all more or less unde-
cided because Of the weighty prob
lem that held his mind captive. He
spent a few more moments over the
angle Of his hat, then went out into
the busy streets.
Naturally Sunderland's footsteps
took him in the direction Of his IA
vorite haunts, the old secondhand
shops. He stood aimlessly looking
over the musty and dusty contents
of the windows and all the time he
was asking himself the question,
"Shall l ask Enid to marry meP"
Sunderland's fingers were uncon-
sciously running through stack of
well-worn music and he suddenly
realized that if Enid had possessed
even a talent for the lightest of
music he could have care more for
her. He was not a musician, nor
even critic, but he felt that his
home would be incomplete without
little music. His mother had al
ways played and sung, and his most
pleasant recollection was of the twi-
light evenings his mother had glad
dened with her songs.
Sunderland was looking through
the old music now with conscious in
terest. He drew a swift, sharp
breath, then sighed it was as if
gentle presence we're lowering over
him. He had found a song his
mother used to sing. The children
had always asked for it because it
was fairy legend and spoke of
elves and hobgoblins.
A longing to hear the song again
stole over him. With a vague idea
of asking someone to sing it for
him, Sunderland bought the copy
and left the shop. Then with his
usual analytical turn of mind he
fell to wondering who had owned the
Song and just how it had reached
the secondhand shop. He looked
for name on the music and found
one.
"Inez Claire" he read, and then
in faint pencil scrawl beneath he
made out the name of a big studio
building. "Now the question is" he
pondered, whether Inez Claire has
become great operatic singer or
whether failure has prompted her to
dispose of it."
And while Sunderland strove to
weave an atmosphere about the song
the memory of Enid Valentine was
lost and in its place a desire to find
the girl who had sung his mothers
song possessed him. He told him
self that it was not a romantic sense
that prompted Elm it was merely
longing to hear the familiar song.
Because his time was his own for
the moment he made his way to the
studios mentioned on the song. Ar
irving there, he learned that Miss
Claire had left a year or so ago.
After much inquiry he was given
an address in the country to which |
her mail had been forwarded.
More or less discouraged, but
with accented desire to find her,
Sunderland went his way.
In the course of a day or so he
accepted an invitation from Jimmy
Dale to spend a few days with him
in the country, the suburb being
the one to which Inez Claire had
gone to after leaving the studio
building.
On their way home from the sta
ton Jimmy drew up at small vio-
let farm. The mater wants me to
bring her some violets for the din
ner table," he said by way of expla-
nation. "You had better come in.
There is a peach of girl here-a
friend of my mother"
Sunderland followed. At the far
end Of the dollhouse they caught
sight of the mistress of the yiolets.
She was gowned in simple frock
Of lilac and made an exquisite pic
lure there among the millions of
purple blossoms. Sunderland was
guilty of hurrying his footsteps.
"She is making a small fortune