The Ketchikan miner., 1914-01-30
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tested the musical offerings of vaudeville.
 The seats were e:.sy, smoking was permitted, and Hart found himself comfortably bored until the next to the last number was announced.
 "This is great; something new," explained his companion, and Hart regarded curiously the black void of the stage.
 Nothing could be seen save the black curtains with which the stage was hung. The music was playing weirdly fantastic introduction. A flash of binding light ran across the front of the stage, sending to the flies a cloud of smoke, which cleared to disclose woman garbed in white.
 Hart started forward in his seat, then fell back again. It was the girl of across the way. Now chang ing robe of white fell in graceful folds from her shoulders, and her masses of golden hair were left un- bound. She looked out at the audi ence with inscrutable eyes and rais- ed the violin to her chin.
 She played the same selections that he had heard in his office, and when at last the curtain fell and whlr announced the commencement of the motion pictures Hart sought out the manager, whom he knew slightly.
 "No mashing there," declared the manager, with laugh, when Hart begged for an introduction. "Her father is with her all the time."
 "l want to meet them both," ex- plained Hart. "The playing is won- derful. have never heard the like"
 Something in his earnestness car ried his point, and presently he was behind the scenes shaking hands with a bent and withered little man who nervously paced the stage while he waited for his daughter. Hart was introduced as an interviewer, and at his suggestion the party, in- cluding the manager, adjourned to restaurant, where they could chat in greater freedom.
 To his surprise, the girl Che now knew her to be Mona Munth) seem- ed to avoid talk of music, turn ing helplessly to her father as Hart repeatedly brought the conversation around to that topic. A girl who could play so beautifully should be able 10 talk well upon her be- loved art.
 The supper was but the first of many. Hart could make himself very entertaining when he so wish ed, and the old man seemed to find in him a kindred spirit.
 The end of their engagement was drawing near before Hart found the courage to speak of his love. Mona grew white as he told her how her music had enslaved his heart, and Herman Munth, walking be- hind, hurried up as she turned gasp ingly to call him. For a moment he listened; then he turned to Hart.
 ''Is it that you love her or her music? :" he demanded.
 Both" was the prompt response. Ut was the music that first attract ed me-"
 "And without the music?"
 "Without 2" Hart was puzzled.
 'We had to do il" explained tho old man. q could not make much teaching, and me, old and worn, they would not have on the concert stage. So l conceived the idea that in vaudeville beautiful girl would be accepted where 1 would be turn ed away. Very well! It is 1 who play, not Mona. She does but imi- tate my lowing, while 1, behind screen, make the music. You saw her practice-how to bow so they would not know. She is tone deaf. She cannot play note.'
 "And to think" cried Hart as he reached out his hand for hers, "that l thought it was her music all the time. Now know that it is she and not the music!"
 Accepting the Inevitable.
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