Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1915-05-20
ART AND LOVE
BY FRANK FILsoN.

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thy Ransome finished her FIRST publi
pianoforte recital. But she has no
the true Interpretation"
That can be acquired?" pleade,
John Ransome Of the famous pianist
whom he had induced to come TO Bos
ton especially to hear his giftet
daughter.
Herr Jaeger shrugged his shoulders
who knows?" he asked. 'Interpre
tation is the spiritual perception Of
the musical values. Sometimes that
comes-sometimes II never comes"
But Dorothy Is so young. She ID
only twenty" pleaded John Ransome.
age makes no difference" an.
swered Herr Jaeger. struggling his ex.
pressive shoulders once again.
John Ransome was the big man Of
Crossways. Mass. He was q self.
made man and occupied q magnificent
mansion in the somewhat squalid lit
tie manufacturing town. He had not
forgotten his old friends when riches
came to him. The Richardi and the
Ransomes were always good friends.
even after Richards failed In business
and was reduced to very modest
means. His son Tom. and Dorothy
had been the best Of friends, and,
Of late, sweethearts.
That was where John Ransome set
his foot down.
II do not want you to marry Tom
Richards" he said to Dorothy. And,
indulgent though he was, to the point
Of excess, toward each Of his daugh.
ter's inclinations. on this point he
was adamantine.
That was q couple Of months be-
fore. when Dorothy and he were on
their way back to America. She had
Just completed her education at the
Conservatoire Of Paris, and had won
every medal for which she was elig-
ible.
Now failure and not success had
crowned John Ransome's efforts. And
Dorothy knew. There had always
been complete frankness between IA
Their and daughter. John told her,
and noted, with something of bitter.
ness, that Dorothy did not seem to
care.
1T seems useless to go on" he said. |
81 have no wish to see you famous as
q second-rate pianist. There is no |
need for you to earn your bread. |
DO not care If you never touch the
pianoforte again."
Dorothy came behind his chair and
put her arms about his neck. "Fas
ther," she whispered, now will you
consent to my thinking of Tom"
John Ransome sighed He knew
that the young man had been wretch
ed since Dorothy told him, with tears,
but firmly, that he could not come to
the house for the present. She had
not left him without hope. but to
youth FIVE years seems an endless
period.
Eyes, my DEAR" said her father,
bracing himself to meet the situation
He was more than repaid during
the following weeks by seeing the old
light Of gladness creep into his daugh.
ter's eyes. And her cheeks were red,
and her air gay. Tom was certainly
a very fortunate young man.
One day Ransome was surprised
by visit from his old acquaintance,
Herr Jaeger. In fact the old man had
made a trip Of hundred miles to
see him. After dinner he explained
the purpose Of his visit.
Once, many years ago." he said. II
made a harsh judgment and spoiled
/ promising career. Since then, when
sver l give an opinion, think about
t afterward. do not want my mis-
AXE to be repeated. Perhaps was
ceiling out Of sorts on the ni1ht when
heard Miss Dorothy play. have
;ome to ask her to play again, so that
may perhaps revise my judgment"
Dorothy went indifrerently over to b
he piano, selected the piece which !
lad been the chief item At her, con- 4
'ert, the Hungarian Rhapsody" Of
4iszt, and began to play. e
When she had finished Herr Jaeger
vas standing ct her side, as II spell. &
ound. Il
my dear. I made q mistake" he h
aid. you are q genius. Your In e
expectation Of the master 10 a. won. n
erful as your technique. But you I,
Id not play like that at the concert" q
The door opened and the butler d
Tom Richards. And Doro. &
by, forgetful Of the visitor. ran to
leet him and was clasped in his d
rms. b
II was quite q minute later when {,
be found herself standing in confu. 3
lon before Herr Jaeger. The old N
lan's mouth was smiling, but his o
yes were moist. n
"Mr. Ransome. that is what / 70 a
erred to when said that the gift RI
light come" he said. Love is theI q
wine interpreter not only Of music,I "