Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-25

Puss said to the Owl. You elegant fowl!
How wonderful sweet you sing!
Come. let us be married; too long we have
tarried
But what shall we do for a ring?'
The OIL and the Pussy Cdt.-EDwARD LEAR.
IN her golden cloth skirt and her brownish
gold silken waist, with her fluffy blond
| hair. shining under the electric light, dis
PLAYED to advantage by the tilt of her hatless
head, sat level Lacy. listening enthralled to
the tenor's singing She had been baptized
| lula: this became Iule. and finally Jewel
| and she really was pretty enough to warrant
| the change.
She loved music; loved all Art, to a CAPT
| talized and. as she herself felt, to remark
able extent. considering her parentage; tor
| the elder Lacvs were scarcely cognlzant OF
art, and had no time for loving it. Until
| level was fourteen, seven years ago,-life
had been a hard struggle for the Lacys,
even when denuded of all but the sternest
necessities. Then prosperity had come
| through the death of successful uncle in
the West, come just in time to endow Jewel
with the requirements of fine ladyhood be-
plished, graceful. we'll dressed and pretty,
she sat drinking in the music of the recital
and the marvellous notes of the tenor.
When the concert was over Jewel came
forth dazed into the glare of the street
lights. into world where the shouts of cab
drivers and the din of trolleys replaced the
harmonies that had filled her soul. Her
soulo Alas worse than that, for harmony
raised souls are soon brought to everyday
levels; but level believed that they filled her
heart also, that she had fallen finally and
tempestuouslv in love with Paolo Abelard.
She believed that he had sung her heart into
waking with his Faust aria, and had kindled
it into flame with "Spiritu Gentil, a flame
that the principal tenor solo from Andrea
Chenier" fixed into amending radiance.
THE thought of poor Tom Chatt came to
her as she walked down 57th-st.; but it
did not affect her. OF course Tom would be
grieved tom had loved her constantly and
rather stupidity for three years.; but she
could tell him only that she too loved, -un-
luckily for him. loved another with hope
less conStanCv on her own part,-and that he
must make the best of it.
Bv the time she had reached Sixth-ave.,
where she was to take her car, she had seen
herself dying at fortv-seven having followed
Signor Abelard all over the world listening
to his marvellous voice and adoring him
vainlv for twenty-four years. No she
would make it death at forty-eight, to give
lltlScil Ill tNtH lSl-1Slluly vi ollSIioii.
She thought it highly probable that she
would sing "Spiritu Gentil' on her dying
bed, with swanlike sweetness and her eyes
moistened with pity for her hard fate and
her drearier end. As she reached this climax
of ecstatic misery she met Tom.
Il thought I'd catch you here, Jewel,
he said his honest face Frightening as he
caressingly spoke her modified name. Il
knew YOU were going to hear that new chap
sing. Any good?"
Jewel eyed him scornfully. "He is the
greatest interpreter of the masters, OF the
human heart and soul, on earth!' she said.
"Bad as that" exclaimed Tom, drawing
her hand through his arm. "Well don't try
to squelch ne. How was | to know how
he'd strike you' They bring so many of
these musical virtues over here-and half OF
them turn out to be vices"
"Eir,uoso. not virtue, Tom" said Jewel,
withdrawing her hand. Jewels sense of
humor was not of the keenest.
Tom glanced at her with twinkle well
have i soda on it. Jewel he said. Il see
YOU havc another enthusiasm dawning.
How many have there been. Paderewski,
lean dc Reszke and all the restke. I've
seen vou through em all.
You are SO stupid. Toni cried Jewel
with j flush that resembled temper rather
than zeal for art. you haven't particle
Of feeling for art. | won't have soda. and |