New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-07-28
COVENANT FIRE
BY ANGELA MORGAN

there appeared at one of the windows interested face
Before the book agent could quite gather what was hap
pening the front door opened hastily and young
woman stood regarding her in some concern.
Instinctively the intruderfor she felt that she
had been such-started to move away, murmurng con.
fused apologies.
ooh" cried the girl eagerly yet in a half embarrassed
way, Il don't want you to 90; thought perhaps you
were i'll or faint. Mother said
NO I'm just fatigued, that's all. Rather was be.
fore heard the music AStonlShment al seeing girl
of this type in such a setting gave place ~ desire 70
satisfy her quick Surmse you the singer, aren't
yOu?
The Young woman flushed with pleasure, the warm,
responsive flush Of youth and temperament "Ies, she
nodded: then in swift pity, "Do YOU mean you Were
standing out there all this while in the heat, Mothe!
saw YOU only a moment ago If we had known"
The tired dusty face upturned to hers Wa that Of IN
elderly woman but the soft blue eyes had the wis,iul-
ness Of a chld's. They were muSlc-hungry eyes.
won't YOU the girl spoke brcathlessly, won't YOU
come up and rest awhile, And Ill-lll sing for you'll
YOU like
The woman looked at her almost unbcIcving. an
only a book agent Your mother might not
"Oh I'm sure mother would love TO have YOU She
fastened down the few steps to the street AMI stretched
forth willing hands Of assistance.
At first she had seemed merely frank, sweet in.
genuous American girl, mpulslye and swift ~ PITY but
now as she stood at close range gazing stray into the
hook agents eyes the latter knew. in sui len, quiet
ing forth at her out Of those young eyes belonged TO the
race Of the rare hearted the luminous. She herself VS.
the power that made her song shake the heart OF the
hearer.
please comc!" she urged now the other still hest;
tated Il really want YOU to-
CHE showed that she meant it. as she stood later pre-
~ scnting the stranger her mother quit il she
had found some treasure Of which she WIS ridanly
proud.
It was q poor little room into which the tw, brought
their guest. Had it not been for the piano nd the
Towering window boxes one might have SAID that priya
ton had placed here unmlStakabe blight. Il
seemed incredible that these TWO, Of all persons should
be the victims Of actual sringcncy. What sinister fate
had 50 sile'rackci a mother and daughter tnlteSty
fitted for radiant environment:
Sit here invited the girl eagerly, arranging large
rocker by the window. "Il have some tea for YOU ina
moment-no. Mother, you needn't go-ID make IT.
Let me make i,
She almost entreatel it, her face awake with interest,
as if she lived on the happiness bought by giving joyto
others md would suffer if II WIS denied her.
This is too good OF you-I shouldn't FIR The world
put YOU to such trouble protested the vslJr Yet she
drank the retreshment gratefully. And wi. YOU truly
sing something for me-"
%Ycs-oh, yes" The girl went forward - HE piano.
She moved in 4 sort Of glow, her Willingness H mating
from her in glad little waves Life was best her when
KEYED to the pitch OF arior. She welcomed "Alteyef
kept up the rhythm and the magic.
l. was wonderful hour, soul cleansing an r.newIng.
The singer nSnc,ivcly knew what songs We're hitting,
and when at last she turned from the piano he bare
little room WAS rich influences, uJ'JuS with
color and charm.
Thank you-thank you-thank youl' The callers
eyes had lost all trace OF fatigue; there was even iu1
on her checks.
All three were conscious Of that elec.ri, sympathy
which annih4teS barriers and makes interchange Of
thought inevitable. Mother and daughter had the
rare nature that reads a rare nature. Wha'.'a' mis-