The Snyder signal. (Snyder, Tex.) 1887-????, 1915-06-04

and pressed MS 1at tn'iinp h"iu "" 'Ao 'o''
push ,u.
Robin marched in on to the mat. :,
~ want to see the Man who makes Music,
please-Im the little boy what lives over
there" He nodded in the direction from
which he had come.
Bull in spite of his brave front, he felt very
small and frightened when presently the tall
servant opened the door of the firelit room
and announced in loud voice:
"The young gentleman what lives opposite.
STRIP
The beautiful music stopped abruptly-the
Man who played rose to his feet:.
"Well, my little friendf" he said.
"I've come 10 see YOU" said Robin II
should like to hear how you make the music,
please" =, ,.,,
He climbed into deep armchair without
The Man who made the Music hesitated-
there WAS an amused smile about his shRyeD
hps-then he turned and took up his violin.
'"Will you have an acid dropf' said Rob
In politely. They're rather sticlry, but
they're very NIGEL"
He offered the crumpled bag.
az think I'd better play first, and eat the
sweets afterwards" said the Man who made
the Music, gravely. Especially IL they're
sticky" he added.
He drew the bow across the strings OF the
violin. The little dreamy sound reminded
Robin OF the swallows he could hear twit-
tering 10 each other from their nest under
the caves above his bedroom on summer even
ings. He held his breath-it was wonderful
simply wonderful And now it was like
running water; and now it was like someone
crying-like the Beautiful Person crying, as
she had cried that night when she had called
n. IL I'D
sat up very straight.
"My mnvver sings that" he cried excited
ly, as the Man who made the Music broke off
into low sweet lullaby tune
Many night lying in bed half awake, Rob
in had heard his mother down in the draw
ing room singing that song in her beautiful
voice he knew the words, too, though he
could not understand theni-nurse said it
was love song" when he asked her what it
meant.
Robin did not know what love song was,
but he thought it was something very beau.
tiful.
He scrambled out Of the deep chair, and
stood looking excitedly up at the violinist
"My muvver sings that" he repeated
eagerly. "She sings that when the Window
pane Man comes. {"
The Man who made the Music had stopped
playing he was looking down at Robin with
searching eyes.
"Who is your mother little mani" he
asked.
"My muvver's an actress" said Robin
proudly. Nurse says she gets mil ion dol
lars every week"
quite close to Robin his hands trembled as
they rested on the boys shoulders.
"And, who is your-fatheri' ne asked
Robin felt resentful; IL was wonderful the
interest everybody took in his father. Then
he remembered the real, lovely secret his
mother had told him; he lifted his head with
sudden pride.
"My fathers name is Geof'ry," he said.
GIVE never seen him myself, but I'm sure
he's very nice father, he added andously.
Then he gave a big gasp, for the Man who
made the music had caught him up In his
arms, and was looking eagerly, hungnly into
his face.
"And your motheri" he asked. IA
"What do they call your motheri"
Robin hesitated.
81 call her mother" he said doubtfully,
and then, with sudden inspiration "But
when Mrs. Merry comes she calls her 'Evie
Oh, you hurt mel"
He wriggled free Of the mans arms, and
stood looking up at him, half frghtened
boy" said the Man who made the Nh
sic, "do you think you would like to have me
for fatherl"
Robin hesitated. Then:
I'D rather have you than the Window
pane Man, he said. "But my fathers name
is Geof'ry"
''My name is Geoffry, too" said the Man
who made the Music.
Robin made up his mind he would not 60
to sleep that night. He lay awake, counting
the stars he could see through the chinks Of !
the blind, and the shadows on the ceiling; he
pllnched himself when ever he felt his eyes
pinched himself whenever he felt his eyes
side should wake him up again, because no
was quite determined to STAY awake till the