Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-12-20

"Ah. yes. out they're grown up fol
all THAR was the buffers sage re
joinder.
Betty stood there full five minutes
She was sure she had heard Peter
come into the house; sure she had
heard his voice and Saddles.
To be ure she had. out not to dis.
eern the words.
Mr.. Van Zandt had asked Shaddle
where a certain thing was. a thing
the serving man had noted that his
now. He had fetched it: Peter had
taken it. Riddy had seen her young
master unfastening the case. ORA wing
forth the contents; then she had beck
oned the butler away to his pantry,
and there the two faithful souls stood
together quite breathless and poignant,
watching, waiting. for they didn't pre-
| cisely kno what.
Their mistress. too. stood now on
the threshold of her own room. the
door ajar. her lips parted. her ear bent.
Where, then. was Peter?
If he could larry she was assuredly
in nc haste. She withdrew. pushed the
door closer. flung herself into a chair,
dallied with IA powder puff. a hand
glass. laughing at her own most radi-
ant face.
AS h laughed in sheer joy over the
beauty Of herself and of Peters pos
session Of that beauty and over the
lesson she would teach Peter as to his
patience. all. all to end in his kisses on
her mouth. Betty heard a sound, a
wall, IA mellOwed but piercing scrape.
She put her hands up to her ears. then
took them down.
| 1t vas a violin.
A violin played by an unadept hand.
1t must be Peters friend. the violin
man of Wizards. fetched home by
Peter for dinner.
And Peter had said. Let us be all
alone this evening dear. little girl.
please"
And Betty had said. Yes"
1t was certainly horrid of Peter to
fetch home Il guest and, above all, that
| violin man on this particular evening.
and beyond everything it certainly
| was ungenerOus of Peter to
the violin man or to let him
himself in this remarkably informal
fashion.
Doubtless the violin man was a gen
JUS. Geniuses were unpleasant folk.
Peter would surely be coming up 500
, to tell her. or, at least, if the violin
friend was so determinedly intimate,
Shaddle would be sent with his card
or his name.
Mrs. Van Zandt sat down again. But
all the while the violin was wailing,
calling, searching. with its strange,
weird, pussy cat voice %resounding up
and down and all Over the big double
house, quite as if it were at its accus-
toned haunt. and Betty's roses grew
a deeper red, her lips quivered, her
| eyes dashed with the nearby tears.
Did Peter, then, think that his wife
would come down at the call of this
violin man? Did Peter wish his wife
to answer such a weird and testing
announcement?
He could not.
The violin man must be an uncon-
trollable Door. She should sit still
| right there in her own room, until
Peter came or sent.
Below in the buffers pantry Shaddle
sat on the shelf dangling his heels,
listening; Miss Supple at the crack in
respectful attendance at call Of either
master or mistress; both speeches. but
quite uncomprehending.
No one summoned them.
Betty. above, heard the shrek, the
long a%ttenuated moan of the strings
coming to her; there seemed a sort of
witchery in the excruciating inartistic-
ness of the quivering tones. She got
up. came to the door, opened it. Ger
foot of the stairs. even up at the first
landing; she drew back.
Then Peter spoke. Betty
But this did not obtain reply. Mis-
tress Betty was of no mind to be
summoned thus informally while the
violin man went patiently on with his
bow.
"Darling!' came to Betty's astonished
ears.
| lucu SWcelncdIts fcdCucu HcI OuI-
ragged hearing.
Then Peter laughed. his mirth seem
ing to chime in queerly with a wild
Not R~elinquishine His Violin, He Put
Out His Arms to Inclose Her With 1t.
dissOnant strain from the violin. It
smote her brain and heart, and made
them ache.
1t even made the discreet butler and
serving woman in the pantry glance
at each other in a strange, bewildered
fashion.
Betty" came up to her again.
She tiptoed out of her room, to the
railing; she looked down the square
well of the staircase, and saw her hus-
band, standing alone in the hall. hold
ing a violin under his chin, drawing
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