Dewey County advocate. [volume] (Timber Lake, S.D.) 1910-1913, 1913-06-06
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morning and wrote out the whole pro
gram for Alexis 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 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 a place In the dim
vastness of the hall. and sank into his
seat in q mood Of vivid anticipation.
The instruments twanged. the audi
ence gathered. and at last the music
began. Its first effect was to rouse
Hambleton to a 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 It's meaning. love and It's
power, the long, long thoughts OF
youth and ambition and desire came
aocking to his brain The noble con-
iuence of sound that is music worked
upon him its immemorial miracle; his
heart softeaed. his Imagination glowed,
his spirit stirred. Tine was lost to
him-and earth
The orchestra ceased. but Handle
ton did not heed the comnotton 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 assemblase-
broken only By ths voices Of the vio-
Inns And then. IL The zone Q. silence
that lay over the listening people
silence that vihrated 10 the memory
of the strings-there rose little
song. To Hambleton. sitting alb
sorbed. It was as IL the circuit which
galvanized him into life had suddenly
been completed He sat up The sing
er's lips were slightly parted, AID her
voice at first was no more than the
half-voice of flute. sweet. gentle, be
quilting. It was borne upward on the
crest OF the melody. fuller and fuller.
as on flooding tide.
Free Of my pain. free Of my burden Of
At last 1 shall gee thee"
There was freedom in the voice, and
the sense of space, OF wind on the wa
terg, of life and the love OF life.
.Jimsy was soft-hearted fellow. He
never knew what happened to him;
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 well 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 It; and after q
time he found, to his surprise, that
he could recall not only the song but
the singer, quite distinctly. 1t was a
tall womanly figure, and fair, bright
face framed abundantly with dark
hair, and the least little humorous
witch to her lips. And her name was
Agatha Redmond.
"Of course, she can sing; but 1t
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.
thence. 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
afternoon he left his hotel, engaged
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 a 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
elimmer here and there of tug-hoat,
a little steamer, or the white sail OF
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
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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 of. 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 doomed up like
= giant skeleton Of some prehistoric