The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1912-03-30

laugh-"do look at theml Isn't it to,
bad?"
nodded, and we both watched will
the frankest interest the two in tn,
alcove of the big parlor of the stu
dents clearinghouse They were al
oddly-matched pair, on the distant
sofa Thaddeus of Warsaw $50 call
ed because it was hard to think oil
Wlayslaw Wlodyovsld suddenly when
we wanted to speak to HIM and
Luella Scott of Nevada Thaddeus
was a tall, slender youth, whose
graceful lines and vivid, poetic face
made one forget his shabby clothes
Luella-well, she didn't let you forget
HER clothes, or her jewels either, to
say nothing of her brilliant complex
ion and brass-colored hair. She was
perched beside Thaddeus, talking ami
matedly, her fluffy head close to his
scholarly brow. He was listening
to her with his big dark eyes fixed
upon her face; but somehow he sug-
gested charmed bird rather than an
infatuated lover.
Down at the Art Institute we were
all fond of Thaddeus, with his gentle,
chivalrous manner and his quaint
English, and we all believed firmly in
the genius which was to crown him
one of the worlds great sculptors. He
managed to put lot of fire and force
into his work, and even some of the
big men had pronounced it promis-
ing. One of his peculiarities which
greatly entertained us was his suscep-
tibility to music, for which he had
passion. His mind seemed to be like
a wireless receiving apparatus; when
musical message came along it had
to register, no matter what was do
ling, and he simply dropped every
thing and went into a sort of trance
until it was all over. Now, I like
music, myself, but 1 don't go into it
quite so heavily as that However,
Thaddeus and had fraternized more
or less, through our interest in music
and modelling, and he seemed to take
me into his confidence more closely
than the other fellows. He had told
me lot about his life in Poland, and
the lovely Lithuanian maiden who
was his boyhood love and to whom
he hoped some day to return. Natu-
rally, didn't like to see any one try
ing to spoil his romance.
"The Scott person is certainly do
ing her best to make him forget his
Amelia" l admitted; wonder if she'll
really get him."
why does she want him." demand
ed Jean Indignantly; "she doesn't I'M
derstand or sympathizo with his tenn.
permanent little bit, and he's poor.
and never even noticed her until she
began this sort of thing"
well, he's a handsome chap, in his
own unearthly, blessed-damozel style"
said judicially, "and she has plenty
of money for two, as far as that
goes. Besides, think how awfully
classy it would be to take a real, live
foreign genius back home, where the
family millions grew from harmless,
necessary soap. Luella could stand
for art and culture, and climb out of
the lower plutocratic circles"
Jean looked unconvinced. But how
can he endure her? He hasn't a sin
gle mercenary trait, and you'd think
everything about hr would get on
his nerves. He loves all the subtle,
atmospheric things, land she's all
crude notes-voice, dress, color and
everything. He ought to have enough
strength of mind to break away, but
suppose he's one of those gentle,
old-fashioned souls who would think
it a deadly sin to show anything but
Difference to a wOman--eYen that
kind of a woman She's getting worse
and worse, and | do believe Thaddeus
is beginning to be scared and aux-
ious."
Hush" warned her, Max is go
ing to play" and we prepared to lis
ten, still watching Luella and her
prey, Now that particular Novelette,"
of Schumann's is a perfect thing, and
Max knew how to interpret it III a
way that charmed us all, But upon
Thaddeus the effect was almost ma
gical, AS the music began, Luella
was bending coyly to whisper some.
thing to him, but we saw her draw
back resentfully, as she realized that
for the moment he was wholly un
conscious of her existence. He BAL
, with his hands clasped over his knee
his face glowing with emotion; anC
finally he rose absently ana tiptoet
to a part of the room where he coulC