El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-11-09
rELENs inspiration with regard

Tr ELENS inspiration with regard
II to the music pre- Ted TO be
4 4 happy one. Beatrice had of late
practiced with more or less regularity
Ever since the time when Robert
Maynard's approaching call had moved
her TO reopen her piano and resume
her playing and singing, she had
found pleasure in the talent which she
had neglected for so long
Robert, himself as he listened to-
night appreciated that in the Few
weeks since he had heard her sing for
the first time she had improved great
~. She had not brought with her to
Heleus any Of her music, but she
could play many Of her acOcmpani-
ments and sing most OF her songs
without notes. And there were GER
tain compositions OF which she was
fond and which she had played so
often for her own enjoyment that she
had no difficulty in remembering them
She played several OF these, then,
urged by her listeners to sing. con-
scented At first there was a little
tremble in her voice, for she was .ner-
VOus before these friends who might
also be critics, but their genuine and
generous applause encouraged her and
she. gained confidence Finally she
declared that she knew nothing
more But as she arose from the
piano stool Helen protested
Beatrice, dear" she pleaded, don't
YOU remember how you used 10 sing,
Indeed Beatrice remembered. She
also remembered that her husband had
loved the song, but tonight amid
these surroundings, he and the days
when he had been with her seemed
very far off. Yet she hesitated for
moment before answering. Then she
spoke softly
eyes. I remember But I have not
sung IL in a long timer
But you can sing IL without your
notes, can't yOu2" urged Helen Paul
Maynard, leaning on the piano. looked
at the musician and smiled encourag-
ingly-
please sing itP ne murmured. T
used to love it myself-when was
They waited For Her.
He sighed even as ne smiled, and
Beatrice wondered what experience he
was recalling. She glanced at the
group by the fire. John Robbins was
lOlling in his great chair, his eyes
closed, evidently waiting for her to
begin. He always listened to music
better If his eyes were shut he IN
sisted Roberts hand shaded his face
as he sat before the blaze Helen was
looking expectanuy towards the piano,
while Henry Blanchard stood leaning
against the wall at the side Of the
chimney. arms folded. The entire cOmV
pany seemed in a receptive mood, and
Beatrice felt almost excited as she
played the prelude to the song. 1t was
a moment that seemed to predict a tri-
umph for her-a moment when she
felt that for the next few minutes she
could move her hearers at will
She began the song SOFTLY The
plaintive air and pensive words were
suited to her voice, and the music
stirred her strangely Tt awOke dead
and gone memories, and a new pathOs
came into her tones. She was con-
scious that the man standing by her
was listening intently and that he had
forgotten the presence Of others be-
sides himself and herself His near
ness impressed her as it had not done
before. Once she glanced swiftly at
his face and saw moved, wistful
look about the mouth that made her
know that her sOng,-or was it she's
touched him strongly.
But Oncer the sweet air pleaded
But one to enter there when night
is falling.
In the old sweet way, just coming at
your calling;
And. like an angel bending down
above you.
To whisper in your earl love you!
/ love your
The sobbing refrain ceased and. for