Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1913-01-23
THAT WORN PAPER !
Teacher Of Music Tells Pupil 8,
His Greatest Interests in
Lite.
BY ELLA M. BANGS.

SCopyright. 1913, by the Mcclure News
5ai III. Wy paper Syndicate.) i
AS Rudolph Hartman drew his bow
through the concluding strains of the
Dyorak HumoresGue, he glanced up tc
meet the intent gaze Of q young girl
animated. vivid as a tropical flower in
her dark beauty. She was leaning for
ward. with glowing cheeks, and red
lips parted. and from that moment the
young violinist was conscious of nc
one else In all the vast audience.
Who she was he knew not. and she
was lost to sight as the program ended
Eagerly he looked forward to the next
concert. and yes-she was there. Again
he realized only that one presence and
through the following days the thought
or her was the deep undercurrent be-
meath whatever else might occupy him
at the moment /,
Suddenly one evening as he sal
alone in his little room. something
seemed to say, What OF the promise
to your father?"
The young man started up. Had the
words been spoken? Had he been
dreaming? That promise to his father
and all else had faded into insignifi
canoe and his father. dying, had
begged from him the promise to de.
vote his, life to the cause which had
taken them from Germany, their IA.
therland, to England, and later tc
America. Now, to bring back his in.
terest, he took from his desk worn
paper, and spreading it out before him
sat with elbows on the desk and
hands ruffling his blond hair as he
read the long familiar story. The facts
were that years ago the great-krand
father. for some service rendered the
emperor, had been presented with a
violin made by the incompatible
Stradivarius and inlaid in the wood
OF It's back was his name, Ludwig Won
Hartmann. This priceless treasure
had in time passed to the son, another
Ludwig, who, being of a wild, adven
turous nature. found himself at q Ger
tain time in such straits that he had
pawned the violin intending later to
redeem it. When that day came the
violin was not to be found.
sobered, the son spent his life in
the vain search and, dying, besought
his son-Rudolph's father-to continue
the work. While Rudolph was boy
something gave his father reason to
believe that the violin had been car.
ried to London. Thither father and
son went, remaining until q clew was
found leading them to New York.
Once more father and son had tax.
en- up life IN strange country, but
within = year Of their arrival Hart.
man the elder had died, leaving Ru.
dolpb to carry on the search alone.
Aside from the value OF the instrl.
ment there was q legend in the family
that success and good fortune would
come only with the return Of the VIC
lin to It's rightful owner.
Striving to shut out the newer in.
terest. Rudolph set about making in
quiries, haunting music stores, pawn
shops, dealers in antiques. and every
place where there seemed a POSSIBLE
ity of finding trace Of the lost Strad.
ivarius.
One evening as Rudolph sat alone
ne heard knock at his door, and an
sWering was confronted by a middle
aged man with an air of prosperity,
who said questioningly:
This is Prof Rudolph Hartman ?"
Il am Rudolph Hartman"
The stranger presented his card
giving the name Phineas West. and
a moment later made known his err.
rand Il have come to ask If YOU
will take my daughter for pupil on
the violin"
A child-a beginner?'
Well, the man smiled slightly,
suppose she is young lady to
others. She is still child to me-
The matter was arranged, and q
few days later Rudolph was making
his way toward the home of his pros
pective pupil He knew Phineas
West only as one of New York's
many minor mi1lionaires, and he as
far from finding fault with the fact
that he wished him to teach his
daughter.
He had waited a few moments in
the deliberately appointed music room
when the portieres parted and Jaque-
line West entered
Was he dreaming? For a moment
the young teacher believed he must
be, for she who was coming toward
him was the girl who had lived in his
thoughts from the day he had first
seen her.
Going up to him, she gave him her
hand. Il want to thank you, Profes-
sor Hartman, for conserving to take
me for pupil"
Rudolph pulled himself together as
he returned. Perhaps It Is I who
should express the thanks. You have
taken lessons-yes?'
"a few" 3
Let me hear you play"
The girl took up her violin. and
without notes began to play. She did
not play we'll and her teacher
watched her q moment In perpfexity.
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