Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-05-04
The False 4 Panel

answered, "and you asked me to play
some jokes on this piano, which is
joke itself. | have played them"
Evan shuddered. "That sounded
like the wild gamboling of hideous
monsters"
$50 it was"-the voice had note
of bitterness in it-"the revealing of
human beings, the mad dance toward
death, which is called life, with here
and there heavenly peal of laughter
as the gods lean down and watch
their puppets, men,"
"Tell me-" begged Evan in pathetic
entreaty, "are you really Trelowsky?
You know, | cannot see."
81 am aware of that" replied the
master. 81 inquired at the Institu-
tion for the Blind for piano-tuner,
and they sent me to you. j am, of
course, Trelowsky. Why, you have
my picture hanging there over your
piano!"
eyes, but / cannot see it; l can
only feel it." Evan took it from the
wall as he spoke. "The ink stands
out so well that can run my fingers
over those letters, knowing that / am
touching that you have touched"
Where did you get it?" asked
Trelowsky. "There are only few
of those gave none of them away
except to my intimate friends"
Evan began to tremble.
''Do not take it away from me-" he
begged. at means so much to me-
and l have so little"
Trelowsky shrugged his shoulders.
at does not matter. Let us pro-
ceed to business. The piano l want
you to tune is long ways from here.
We must leave at once to arrive there
before night" He paused and laugh
ed. at is not a pleasant place to ar
rive after dark"
For a moment Evan was over
whelmed; he was to go on a journey
with this great man! He remembered
suddenly how old his clothes were; he
flushed as he thought how tragically
short he was of clean linen.
"Come," said Trelowsky; "please
hurry. 1t is three o'clock. There is
no time to lose"
Evan fastened his clothes on quick
ly, then walked out of the room, half
closing the door behind him. He call
ed over the banisters.
"Jane, come up here minute"
The little slavey who had directed
the handsome foreigner to Evans
room had been waiting in the hall to
see the outcome. She touched Evan
on the arm.
"Hi'm 'ere," she whispered.
"Jane," said Evan hurridly and in
low tone, "look at this picture, and
) at the gentleman who is in my room
you can see through the crack in the
door-and tell me if this is he?"
"No need to look" replied Jane
promptly. "Hi spotted i'm the minute
e arrived. Hive hoften looked at the
photograph; hits i'm, only now 'e's
got scar hover lis raight heye."
"Thank you, Jane," replied Evan.
"Now l want you to keep this picture
for me until get back; l may be
gone several days. Take good care
of it,"
"Trust me, Mr.. Bryant" answered
the GIRL, proud to be the custodian of
anything Evan valued.
The blind youth reentered his room.
How was he to apologize to Trelowsky
for having doubted his identity?
81 don't understand" he began,
finding his hat, show 1 could have
failed to recognize you. l have at
tended every recital you have given
, in London"
"Every one!" The pianist knew
what it cost to hear him play; he look
ed at the shabby room in amazement.
"It doesn't matter" he said; 81
! never expected you to know me. Now,
+ will you come? l am in great hur-
! ry."
They passed quickly out of the room
and down the stairs.
At the door Trelowsky laid his hand
on Evans arm.
v "The young girl who admitted me
is here, at the door," he said in low
q tone. 81 want you to tell her that /
k am Trelowsky, that you are going to
e travel with me for while, and
s He paused a moment, as if Importance
n of what he was to say next.
81 want you to ask her what day OF
q the month this is"
n CHAPTER II.