Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-04-11

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Two, three years slipped by, Alice
Lange's thoughts were not untinged
with regrets that she had dismissed
Jimmy Blake from her trail of fol-
lowers. Perhaps after all Elysian
fields were only possible to roam in
when there was one other to share
them
She had spent many vain hours in
an effort to locate the man whose
voice had seemed to change the en-
tire course of her life, but he had dis
appeared apparently and no search
could find him. Alice even went so
far as to follow the example Of Lon
don society and had organized a great
concert, at which all the street must
clans had an opportunity to perform
before critical and philanthropic
audience.
But she came home from the ven
ture tired and disheartened. There
had been no voice with even tenth
portion of the sweetness of the one
| she sought.
\ For time she sat back and wished
she had married Jimmy Blake.
| Then one morning in her mail she
received a ticket for the opera. There
was no message with the orchestra
= seat we'll toward the stage.
Alice pondered over the mysterious
gift, but not deeply, for she had often
been the recipient of seats from some
of the singers But later in the after
noon when box Of violets arrived
in the same anonymous way she felt
strangely curious. A well-known
baritone had expressed his love for
her, yet he was not in the habit of
sending gifts without his card.
However, Alice dressed with un.
usual taste and pinned on the bou-
quets of exquisite English violets
and ordered her limousine for the
evening opera.
She took her seat with strange
and unusual excitement stirring with
in her. She scanned the programme
and found only one familiar name.
Gordon Trevor" unused Alice "and
I have longed for new voice."
He had not sung his first aria and
with eyes looking down into hers be-
fore she knew him. And with her
recognition came the certain knowl-
edge that he had sent both the ticket
and the flowers.
Aside from the wonder of his voice,
OF which all the great audience was
responding, and aside from her love
of any good music, Alice found her
self growing warm and feeling JOY
GUS thrills that never before had been
hers. She knew also that the color
had crept stealthily into her cheeks
<L~ c%o or
be seeing 1t.
Not until the end of the second act,
when he knew that he had succeeded
even beyond his own hopes, did Cor
don Trevor send a note to the girl
who had accepted his flowers.
If it does not seem like presump-
ton" he had written, 81 would like
to take you to supper tonight"
And when the curtain had gone
down with storm of applause and
New York had welcomed great
baritone, Alice LANCE waited with
quickly beating heart for the man
who had sung in the streets
The scent of flowers from the
elysian fields was in her nostrils
and Alice drew great breath when
she stood face to face with Gordon
Trevor.
His face was as sensitive as when
she had looked down from her apart
ment window, but now there was a
certain sense of happiness radiating
from it. He was very much the con-
queror when he took Alice's hand
within his own and the girl was Pc
culiarly glad that the charm his
voice had for her was duplicated in
the man himself.
81 of course remember YOU sh
said quickly and trifie nervously.
"You deserve all the praise
Gordon Trevor stopped her with
a deprecatory gesture.
''It was you who finally MAGE
study on the continent possible
your generosity sent me ahead just
when I needed it most" Trevor was
plotting her into his own automobile,
and when she was comfortably
wrapped in furs he sank down beside
her.
81 am curious" Alice asked a little
breathlessly because his mastery was
beginning to make itself left. 'how
you happen to remember me?"
THAT was not difficult" he said in
low voice. "Your face, as it ap-
peared framed In the window above
me. has always remained in my
vision. AS for your name-it hap
pened to be on the envelope which
you thrust
Alice stopped him quickly" I re-
member-it was the envelope from a |
letter I was preparing to answer"
Suddenly she looked into his eyes
and leaned confdingly nearer him.
do you know, Mr.. Trevor-that you
saved me from marrying the wrong
manly your voice."
Then you'll remember me-" Ire
vor sang softly. ''Will you not?"
AUTHOR DIES.