The Lamar register., 1915-10-20

init OF Lone Isle set forth to investi-
gate.
He was a thin, pale young man, but
his eyes, burning like two animated
Goals OF fire. told OF vast pent up emo
ton. His restless probing glance
royed everywhere as he strobe on. AT
last ne came to the beach. He halted
as he came to the violin case aoan-
doned by Hans in his mad flight. He
picked it up, observed that it dripped
water and opened It.
In the clear moonlight a strangely
subdued expression crossed the classic
face of the recluse.
Five years." he Isurmured in a
hushed but intense tone-"five yearsi"
Ali what did they not comprise of
anguish and sorrow and heartbreak?
Like one in a trance he stood. dream
lily. reverentially regarding the first
violin he had seen since he had dashed
his own favorite Stradivarius to atoms
in a mad fit OF fury.
Musici How foreign had 1t become
to that music-loving soul He re-
called the effort OF his life, a love
cadenza, composed only for the woman
he loved. He recalled that last night
OF their meeting. just such a night as
this. when he had rowed her out into
the lake and had played for her ears
only his great composition.
Memory seemed to leave him. And
most Involuntary he carried the vio-
lin TO a moss-covered rock, seated
himself. wiped the wet and damp from
the instrument, and, his bosom heav-
ing. his eyes blinded with tears, drew
the bow across the strings.
His heart cadenzal All. he could
never forget it, Like a sob il began,
its mellow tones growing into solace
and then the wild passionate longing
OF triumph and love. He was abb
sorbed, his soul seemed telling his sad
story to the mystic spirits of the
night.
So lost was he In his weird occupa-
ton. that he did not notice a small
boat rowed by a woman. another wom-
an seated at its stern, approach the
spot The latter was dressed in deep
mourning. Was it coincidence or des-
tiny that had brought this being upon
that fateful night. widowed only a
short time since. to the scene Of her
early girlhood. to revive sad memories,
while they floated along? Was she
thinking Of Adrian Hope? Aye. and
OF the cruel persistency of her selfish
father. who for the sake OF wealth had
forced her to wed man she despised
And now that music-the love ca
denzal 1t seemed 10 wrench her heart
strings. The frail boat fioated ashore.
She sprang out. sobbing. in tears.
"Adrian-it is |. Roselle!"
A new form came stumbling along
towards the spot as those two stood
facing one another. and explanation
and pleadings for forgiveness poured
brOkenly from the lips of the woman
At whom the recluse stood gazing as
though she were wrath from the
unknown.
The woman in the boat sat spell
bound. The man coming down the
leach. Hans Breitung, heard all. mar
veled at it all, and then comprehended
all
AS the two SO long separated drew
nearer and nearer until their arms
ntwined. Hans Breitung reached out
and took up his precious viclin.
He was wet. he was cold. but his
heart was warm, and sterling, auG
true.
"Achi" he whispered. softly 1t is
like a play on the stage. It is love
and happiness in the moonlight-it is
romance-cadenza. So"
He drew the bow softly, and there
stole forth upon the ambient air, soft
and liquid as a vesper's echo, the mel
low notes of a wedding fantasia.
Copyright. 1915. by W c. Chapman)