The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1912-11-29

! NiNA Ndo NoILH WdlAlhh ANNA'' 'N''
for, II waiting endowed II with such
a flavor Jim knew that Aleck would
relish the spin, too Alexis nature
was that Of a grind tempered win
sportiness, Jim sat down Sunday
morning and wrote out the whole pro
gram for Alexis endorsement sent
the letter by special delivery ana went
out TO reconnoiter.
The era of Sunday orchestral con
certs had begun, but that day, TO Jim
regret, the singer was not contrai1o
Dramatic Soprano" was on the pro
gram; a new name, quite unknown 10
jim. His interest in the soloist
waned, but the orchestra was enough
lie thanked Heaven that he was past
the primitive stage Of thinking any
single voice more interesting than the
assemblage OF instruments known as
orchestra
Hambleton found a place in the dim
vastness of the hall, and sank into MS
seat In a mood Of vivid anticipation
The instruments twanged, the audi
1 ence gathered, and at last the music
began It's first effect was to rouse
Hambleton to a sharp attention to de-
tails-the director, the people In the
orchestra, the people in the boxes;
and then he settled down, thinking
his thoughts The past, the future,
life and its meaning. love and It's
| power, the long, long thoughts or
youth and ambition and desire came
focking to his brain. The noble con-
! fuence of sound that is music worked
upon him its immemorial miracle; his
heart softened, his imagination glowed'
his spirit stirred. Time was lost to
him-and earth.
The orchestra ceased. but Hamble-
ton did not heed the commotion about
him. The pause and the fresh be-
/ ginning of the strings scarcely dis
turbed his ecstatic reverie. A deep
hush lay upon the vast assemblage,
broken only by the voices OF the vio-
Inns And then, in the zone OF silence
that lay over the listening people
| silence that vibrated to the memory
Of the strings-there rose little
DOH6s ~ lldHlbltlOlls blIAAAS az
sorbed, it was as il the circuit which
galvanized him into life had suddenly
been completed. He sat up. The sing
er's lips were slightly parted, and her
voice at first was no more than the
half-voice Of flute, sweet, gentle, be
guiling. 1t was borne upward on the
crest Of the melody, fuller and fuller.
as on a flooding tide.
Free Of my pain, free Of my burden OF
At last shall see thee"
There was freedom in the voice, and
the sense of space, of wind on the wa
ters, of life and the love of life.
Jimsy was q soft-hearted fellow. He
never knew what happened to him;
but after uncounted minutes he
seemed to be choking, while the or
chestra and the people in boxes and
the singer herself swan in a hazy
distance. He shook himself, called
somebody he knew very well an idiot,
and laughed aloud in his JOY; but his
laugh did not matter, for it was
drowned in the roar of applause that
reached the roof.
Jim did not applaud He went out
doors to think about it; and after a
time he found, to his surprise, that
he could recall not only the song, but
the singer, quite distinctly. 1t was a
tall, womanly figure, and fair, bright
face framed abundantly with dark
hair, and the least little humorous
twitch to her lips. And her name was |
Agatha Redmond
"Of course, she can sing; but it /
isn't like having the real thing-'tisn't |
an alto" said Jimsy ungratefully and |
just from habit.
The days experience filled his f.
thoughts and quieted his restlessness. |
He awaited Aleck with entire pa
tience. Monday morning he spent in
small necessary business affairs, Sc
curing, among other things, several
hundred dollars, which he put in his
money-belt About the middle Of the
afternoon he left his hotel, engaged
a taxicab and started for Riverside
The late summer day was fine, with
the afternoon haze settling over river
and town He watched the procession
of carriages, the horseback riders, the
people afoot the children playing on
the grass, with a feeling of comrade-
ship. Was he not also tasting free
dom-a lord Of the earth? His gaze
out to the river, with the
glimmer here and there of a tug-boat,
a little steamer, or the white sail Of
a pleasure craft. The blood of some
seagoing ancestor stirred in his veins, !
and he thrilled at the thought Of the
lays to come when his prov should
be headed offshore. J
The taxicab had it's limitations, and {
suddenly became impa- &
.ient Of its monotonous slithering t
along the firm road. Telling the driv-
sr to follow him, he descended and S
crossed to where Cathedral Parkway t
switches off. He walked brisllly, feel a
ng the tonic of the sea air, and circled S
he cathedral, where workmen we're a
oungng away after their days toll e
The unfinished edifce loomed up like 1
giant skeleton Of some prehistoric ?
,ra, and through it's mighty open c
riches and buttresses Jim saw leecy i
~
lis collar is dandruffless When the