Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1912-04-10


from her desk and took up a posi-
ton by the window. She gazed with
unseeing eyes into the great court
at the rear of the apartment build
ing and nibbled the end of her pen
thoughtfully.
Il want to marry him and don't
want to-" she told herself with un-
smiling eyes. IF only he could learn
to love music l believe-no-I am
positive l would marry him. Music
is the greater half of my life and
Jimmy is unutterably bored If any
one save Harry Lauder is singing"
Alice heaved a sigh and turned
again toward her desk. A spotless
bit of monogram paper lay ready for
her answer to Jimmy Blake. She
dipped her pen in the ink and again
nibbled the end of it. Suddenly her
head turned and she listened.
A voice of wonderful baritone
grandeur had burst into song.
The pen in Alice's hand dropped in
differently and she stole into her
room by the open court in desire
to draw near the mans voice
Fortunately her window was
partly open and Alice sank down on
her couch in an abandonment of ex-
quisite enjoyment In the recess of
her mind was the thought that new
tenant had moved into the apartment
and that she would have the pleasure,
if stolen, of hearing him sing often.
Her critical ear told her that the
voice, though of warm, rich timbre,
ties and finish that would have put
him on level with the great Caruso
He is, no doubt, studying night
and day. Alice decided, land will
hear him practicing."
Then over her enjoyment of the
music came the certain knowledge
that windows were being opened In
many of the apartments on the court.
1t flashed upon her suddenly. The
man was street singer and those
people were throwing him money.
Alice jumped up and thrust her
head out of the window.
'Yes There he is and l can see
only the top Of his head"
The man had been singing the more
popular arias from the operas and
when he had finished the Flower
Song from Faust" Alice watched
him stoop to pick up the many little
white packages that had been thrown
to him.
In a panic lest she be too late she
rushed to her desk ard took the first
bit of paper she found Into the en-
velOpe she thrust a bill with yellow
back and threw 1t hastily out of the
window
The man would have been gone a
second later, but he heard the girls
voice calling: "Here!" He turned
back, picked up the envelope. and
when he saw the denomination he
| looked quickly up at the window and
! for moment Alice Lange looked into
his sensitive, emotional face
With his hat still in his hand then
he sang the most beautiful of the
Bohemian Girl" arias, Then You'll
Remember Me-"
/ There were tears In the girls eyes
and an ache in her throat when his
voice so poignantly sweet sobbed its
last appealing line, Then you'll re.
member me-
After he had gone Alice did not re-
turn to her desk Instead, she lay for
a long time dreaming of the street
singers voice.
NO." she decided finally, 81 can
not marry Jimmy Blake. 81 want to
roam the Elyssian fields i1d pluck
the flowers OF the greatest fragrance,
and Jimmy" Alice smiled visit
fully, Jimmy would only tell me |
am moonstruck and take me to a
vaudeville performance"
] And when Jimmy received the note
that Alice sent him he went out to
the race track and came back through
elysian fields that swayed fantastic
ally and had tendency to rise up
and make his great gray racer turn
turtle as he careened madly over the
roads.
Two, three years slipped by. Alice
Lange's thoughts were not untinged
with regret that she had dismissed
Jimmy Blake from her trail of fol-
lowers. Perhaps. after all, Elysian
fields were only possible to roam In
when there was one other to share
| them.
She had spent many vain hours in
an effort to locate the man whose
voice had seemed to change the en-.
tire course of her life. but he had dis.
appeared apparently and no search
could find him. Alice even went so
far as to follow the example of a Lon
/ don society, and had organized a grea
concert, at which all the street musi
clans had an opportunity to perform
before critical and philanthropic
audience.
But che came home from the ven
ture tired and disheartened. There
had been no voice with even tenth
portion of the sweetness of the one
she sought.
For time she sat back and wished
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