The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-02-13
ART AND LOVE
BY FRANK FiLSON.

"A great style, wonderful execu.
ton said old Herr Jaeger, as Doro
thy Ransome finished her first public
pianoforte recital. but she has not
the true Interpretation
THAT can be acquired" pleaded
John Ransome of the famous pianist,
whom he had induced to come to Bos-
ton especially TO hear his gifted
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 is
only twenty" pleaded John Ransome
Age makes no difference" an
| swered Herr Jaeger, struggling his ex-
pressive shoulders snce again.
| John Ransome was the big man of
! Crossways, Mass. He was a self
made man and occupied a magnificent |
mansion in the somewhat squalid lit |
| tie manufacturing town. He had not |
| forgotten his old friends when riches |
/ came 20 him. The Richards and the |
Ransomes We're 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.
Il do not want you to marry Tom
Richards he said to Dorothy. And,
induigent though he was, TO the point
of excess. toward each of his daugh-
. ter's inclinations, on this point he
was adamantine.
That was a couple of months be-
fore, when Dorothy and he were on
their way back to America. She had
, just completed her education at the
[ Conservative of Paris. and had won
every medal for which she was elig-
ible.
Now failure and not success had
crowned John Ransomes efforts And
) Dorothy knew. There had always
+ been complete frankness between ia
r Their and daughter. John told her.
? and noted, with something of bitter
D ness, that Dorothy did not seem to
care.
e 1t seems useless to go on" he said.
+ 81 have no wish to see you famous as
e a second-rate pianist There is no
e need for YOU to earn your bread. I
/ do not care if you never touch the
l. pianoforte again"
Dorothy came behind his chair and
7 put her arms about his neck. "Fa;
Q ther," she whispered, now will you
> consent to my thinking of Tom
e John Ransome sighed. He knew
/ that the young man had been wretch
, ed since Dorothy told him, with tears
u but firmly. that he could not come t.
the house for the present. She haC
not left him without hope, but Il
= youth five years seems an endles,
u period
:, Yes, my dear" said her father
"a bracing himself to meet the situation
" manfuny.
ae lie was more than repaid durinl
the following weeks by seeing the oil
light of gladness creep into his daugl
:. ter's eyes. And her cheeks were red
~ and her air gay. Tom was certainl
- a very fortunate young man.
~ One day Ransome was surprise
- by q visit from his old acquaintanc,
- Herr Jaeger. In fact the old man ha
~. made trip of a hundred miles I
: see him. After dinner he explaine
mn, the purpose of his visit
* Once. many years ago." he said,
m made a harsh judgment and spoile
a promising career. Since then, whel
IN ever | give an opinion, think abol
ick it afterward. / do not want my mi
ete take 10 be repeated. Perhaps l VIZ
of feeling out of sorts on the niLht whe
re- l heard Miss Dorothy play. | ha'
the come to ask her to play again, so tn
I may perhaps revise my judgment
led Dorothy went indifferently over
vas the piano, selected the piece whit
To had been the chief item at her co
of cert, the Hungarian Rhapsody"
are List, and began to play.
nan When she had finished Herr Jaeg
was standing at her side, as if spe
ap- bound
que My dear, | made a mistake"
oss- said. You are a genius. Your
lost depreciation of the master is as VIZ
the derful as your technique. But y
ana did not play like that at the concer
). The door opened and the but
announced Tom Richards. And Do
thy, forgetful of the visitor. ran
! as meet him and was clasped in
lous arms.
e is 1t was quite a minute later VII
mes she found herself standing in con
his sion before Herr Jaeger The
cap mans mouth was smiling, but
an eyes We're moist
the Mr. Ransome that is what l
hick ferred to when | said that the
skin might come" he said. Love is
'mor divine interpreter not only of mu
like. but OF every art; for art itself is III
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