Rocky Ford enterprise., 1913-01-17

gram for Aleck's endorsement, sent
the letter by special delivery and went
out to reconnoiter.
The era of Sunday orchestral con-
certs had begun. but that day. to Jim's
regret, the singer was not a contralto.
Dramatic Soprano" was on the pro-
gram; new name, quite unknown to
Jim. His interest in the soloist
waned, but the orchestra was enough.
He thanked Heaven that he was past
the primitive stage of thinking any
single voice more interesting than the
assemblage of instruments known as
| orchestra.
Hambleton found place in the dim
vastness of the hall, and sank into his
seat in mood of vivid anticipation.
The instruments twarrged. the audi
ence gathered. and at last the music
began. It's first effect was to rouse
Hambleton to sharp attention to de-
tails-the director, the people in the
orchestra. the people in the boxes;
and then he settled down. thinking
his thoughts. The past. the future.
life and its meaning. love and its
power. the long. long thoughts OF
youth and ambition and desire came
flocking to his brain. The noble con-
fiuence of sound that is music worked
upon him its immemorial miracle; his
heart softened. his Imagination glowed.
his spirit stirred. Time was lost to
him-and earth.
The orchestra ceased. but Hamble-
ton did not heed the commotion about
him. The pause and the fresh be-
ginning of the strings scarcely dis
turbed his ecstatic reverie. A deep
hush lay upon the vast assemblage,
broken only by the voices Of the vio-
Inns. And then. in the zone Of silence
that lay over the listening people
silence that vibrated to the memory
of the strings-there rose a little
song. To Hambleton. sitting abb
sorbed, It was as II the circuit which
galvanized him into life had suddenly
been completed. He sat up. The sing
er's lips were slightly parted. and her
voice at first was no more than the
half-voice of a flute, sweet. gentle. be-
quilting. It was borne upward on the
crest of the melody. fuller and fuller.
as on a flooding tide
FREQ Of my pain. free of my burden of
At last I shall see thee"
There was freedom in the voice. and
the sense of space. of wind on the wa
ters. of life and the love of life.
Jimsy was a soft-hearted fellow. He
but after uncounted minutes he
seemed to be choking. while the or
chestra and the people in boxes and
the singer herself swan in a hazy
distance. He shook himself, called
somebody he knew very we'll an idiot,
and laughed aloud in his Joy; but his
laugh did not matter. for 1t was
drowned in the roar OF applause that
reached the roof
Jim did not applaud. He went out
doors to think about II; and after a
time he found. to his surprise, that
he could recall not only the song, but
the singer. quite distinctly. It was
tall. womanly figure. and a fair, bright
face framed abundantly with dark
hair. and the least little humorous
twitch to her lips. And her name was
Agatha Redmond.
"Of course, she can sing; but It
isn't like having the real thing-'tisn't
an alto" said Jimsy ungratefully and
Just from habit.
The days experience filled his
thoughts and quieted his restlessness.
He awaited Aleck with entire pa.
tience. Monday morning he spent in
small necessary business affairs. Sc
curing. among other things, several
hundred dollars. which he put in his
money-belt. About the middle of the
90 hn of
taxicab and started for Riverside.
The late summer day was fine. with
the afternoon haze settling over river
and town. He watched the procession
of carriages, the horseback riders, the
people afoot, the children playing on
the grass. with feeling of comrade-
ship. Was he not also tasting free.
dom-a lord of the earth? His gaze
travelled out to the river. with the
glimmer here and there of a tug-boat.
little steamer. or the white sail of
a pleasure craft. The blood of some
Seagoing ancestor stirred in his veins.
and he thrilled at the thought OF the
days to come when his prov should
be headed offshore.
The taxicab had its limitations. and
Hambleton suddenly became impa- |
tient of its monotonous slithering
along the firm road. Telling the driv-
er to follow him. he descended and |
crossed to where Cathedral Parkway |
switches OFF. He walked briskly. feel. |
ing the tonic of the sea air. and circled
the cathedral. where workmen were
lounging away after their days toll.
The unfinished edifice loomed up like
a giant skeleton of some prehistoric |