Amarillo daily news. [volume] (Amarillo, Tex.) 19??-current, 1912-01-06
musIc Of the strings and Betty nestled

closer 20 the man and turned her pink
palm to meet the big hand that had,
closed protectingly over her small
one.
Soon the music changed. The notes
grew light and happy and then
launched into a triumphant love song.
It vas as II the player himself were
calling to her mate and II seemed. 50
insistent was the call. that n such
were the case, he must answer. even
though he hafto come across world
TO her.
Come. Betty said Bob Thorne
hoarsely. take; me over to see your
Miss Celia"
Il wanted to take you this morn
ing but you said you hoped you would
be delivered from any girls here. I'm
awful glad we're going. Just can't
get along without seeing Miss Celia
every day"
Betty pushed open the door and
peered In the shadows OF the living
room In the cottage.
wait" she whispered 10 the man
beside her. and went in alone.
Hello. Miss Celia. Let's light the
candles so We can sect"
That task accomplished. Betty de.
manded more music. So II was that
Just as Miss Celia lifted the little
rosewood instrument to her shoulder
Bob Thorne. finding that he could
walt no longer. stepped into the glow
OF the candles.
"This." said Betty proudly. is my
Miss Celia, Uncle Bob"
Entirely yours?" gravely question.
ed the man as he took Miss 'Cella's
cold little hands in his own.
The introduction properly effected.
Betty went of in search OF Miss
'Celia's mother and the cookies that
were always ready for her.
We'll" asked the man. SIS II al.
ways 10 be just the violin, Cellar"
His tone held the bitterness OF long
suffering.
Not II you-if you still want me-"
answered the girl breathlessly. Then
when she was clasped close to him
voice from somewhere under his
chin said. "0h, was so afraid It
wouldn't be you after all. and you
wouldn't hear tonight"
cecilia, how did It happen? What,
has come to change you sol"
Time" said Celia, "and sorrowful
loneliness. Art may be enough for
some women. Bob, but / am not one
Of the elect" J
Elect" scornfully.
81 thought owed It TO mother 20
make something out OF my music,
when | had been so carefully educat-
ed ! tried harder than ever after
you went away"
After you sent me away" he In
terrupted.
But my genius came down to
merely talent and grew discouraged.
| broke down then. gave up my coll
lege work and came to the mountainsI
to get strong and try to forget-you.
But when met Betty ! gave up ALI
hope OF forgetting. for she has your
way OF demanding things ard getting
what she wants"
''Not always" There was a shadow
in the mans eyes az thought OF hisI
lonely journey over the world TO for,
get one face and the sound OF one.
violin.
Don't look like that. Bob" cried
the girl. Il am so much better fit-i
ter for you Tiff you still want me-"
There was a pause while he proved
10 her entire satisfaction again howl
much he wanted her.
you know | tried to believe that I.
was a modern woman. ! wanted a,
career and fame. Betty made met
realize that happy life for a womanI
is bounded by love and a home" I
God bless Betty" said her uncle
fervently.
when heard that man was,
coming. and all they told me was,
that his name was Bob. and that hei
was big, hoped. oh. you don't knowi
: how | hoped and prayed that he.
would prove by some miracle to be
you"
so you are willing to give up al
career for me-"
IN never play arain, Bob. unlessl
you want to hear me" /.
THAT will be often, dear. am mott
selfish and III never be jealous OF,
your violin again. To tell you the,
truth have run from the sound OF
a violin for year for the music OF
one always made me want you"
you ran to IL tonight"
"0nly because knew the sound Of
your bow on the strings, and knew
that | would find you here. So you
are really going 10 give up walking
the boards in the glare OF the foot
lights"
yes" said the GIRL happily. 'forl
a space no larger than the circle OF
o your arms"
And the hcht9" !
"Of one mans eyes"