Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-12-24

"N0, MONSIEUR on SU0 way 70 SaNO my
violin lesson"
OF course. did not seek. Then Peter
said. do you pass this way every day.
sir?"
mo. monsieur; all the every other
day."
And You love the violin. Of course?'
The child's small shoulders raised
themselves quite expressiveIy. ut was
with me. monsieur. the plano: but
northumberland the little shout
ders went up-"wOuld not have 1t so.
1t must, for her be the violin. always
the violin: so I study 1t carefully. but l
do not like the noise sometimes"
But to please your grandmamms.
eh?" MIR. Van Zandt was frankly In
terested now In this child. Children
had not appealed to him: In fact. they
had hardly een observed factors in
the life he had so far led. and the fresh,
naive expression of this one charmed
and amused him. Mt any rate for the
moment.
mamma ! would do whatever it was"
He raised his cap and. CHANGING mt the
clock. buried away.
Peter had an image Of the boy and
Of the boys grandmother in his mind.
Some stately. white haired old lady In
a stifr. sage green brocade. with n rape
and fringes; a snowy lace kerchier
crossed on her breast. a cap with lilac
ribbons and n reticule full OF smelling
salts n spectacies; quite a grande
dame and from France. Ut course. This
was Peters mental portrait OF this lit
tie boys grandmother.
Then Peter got into an omnibus and
rode down to Nassau street. for he had
lately resumed his law practice.
The following morning. by an In
stinct or impulse which he did not ret.-
ognize with sufficient detniteuess TO
analyze, Mr.. Van Zandt found himself
as he left for his office glancing up
and down the street for n glimpse OF
that little boy. He did not See MIN.
The little boy did not go for violin les
sons every day, to be sure not. When
Mr.. Van Znndt IN home about 5
O'Clock he also looked for that little
boy. but did not see him. He had a
mind to go around the corner and get
Just q glimpse Of Mrs. Van Zandt's win
dows. OF Mrs. Van Zandt's shadow:
but. no. he went into his b,use with
something rather like n sigh. Peter
lived In the front OF his house. He
had never In all these years gone to
the e n where he might have looked
out upon the garden. The garden. he
argued. was Betty's. and not ever his
eyes should pry upon the paths. the
shade, the flowers or the vines In sum-
mer; on the broad, unlocked reaches
of the snow. the frozen pool Of the
fountain In winter. He would deny
himself even n glance over the high
wall which he had built. giving to her
the most part Of the ground.
He was thinking along these lines
when the vision Of that little boy with
the violin entered In and took quiet pos
session Of HE mlnd. That little boy
seemed to him In his fantasy TO be
standing near Betty. All. to be sure!
That was because the little French
lads eyes were blue and his curls
dark. his cheeks bursting in bloom OF
rose. his lips coral. or course. What
odd fancies u q u have!
But again the next day and the next
Peter Van Zandt searched the street
for the little boy. At last he espied
him. running as fast as his small legs
could tear. but coming to a sudden
halt. cap or. a he beheld Peter Van
Zandt.
Good morning. monsieur" He was
quite breathless.
Good morning. sir. You are in a
hurry. You are late"
"No. monsieur. Lam early. but I am
running away 80 that sStradivarius
cant follow me-"
Indeed. 'Stradivarius II q playmate
Of yours. ] take it-another little boyf"
me. monsisuI. i md no boys here