Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-06-19


close to elemental life aud she found
the place interesting. She walked out
alone to look II over, as there was still
quite a little time before the dinner
hour. The huts became more strag
Cling. and farther apart. Suddenly
she paused. She heard the notes of Q
violin. The music was her song. "Ths
Love That Lived" AS she listened she
felt sure II must be the man she had
taught who was playing. A whimsical
desire to see him came upon her but
how In the world could she manage III
She stood still, wondering. Then a
man opened the door and came out.
He stopped suddenly as he saw her,
and he, too, stood still. He was tall,
well-knlt Of frame, with a good, clear
cut face. He wore the rough mining
toys and might have been about thirty
years old.
Rose zelda was the first one to
smile. This encouraged him to speak.
miss velda," he said, may l take
this chance to thank your For years
I've wanted to. but felt II might only
annoy you. 1 meant nothing to you.
How much you and your kindness to
me might mean I thought wouldn't
matter to you. Maybe I'm bungling
this, and you don't understand.
mean I'm the man you taught that
song. who was trying to play 1t on
the violin, and"
"Yes," she laughed. II recognized
1t just now"
"Did your he cried. "And was It
rightT
Perfectly. You have improved In
your playing"
do you think soi I know I don't
play well. play by ear. just picked
1t up; never was taught"
''Why don't you take some lessons?"
she asked.
He shook his head. "Pve never had
the time. Always had to shift for my
self"
She started to go.
''Wnl you sing that song tonight7"
he asked
"Oh, no, that isn't In this opera"
I'm so sorry. hoped 1 might hear
Ii again." he said with unmistakable
disappointment.
Let me come in and I'll sing 1t for
you now" she laughed.
He led the way into his cabin, In a
kind Of ecstatic dream. She noted GU
riously the clean white curtain at the
window, the Navajo blanket on the
bunk and the books on the shelf; also
the cooking outfit. She had always
wanted to see the interior of one Of
these shacks and she was glad that
this one was clean and orderly.
do you suppose you can play an
accompaniment she asked.
He thought he could, and did. The
tones of lovely soprano voice fioated
out and caused some wonderment In
Richton. f- e ..
THANK you," he said. II wonder II
sometime-I should happen to- be
where you are singing-you would let
me call"
why. yes" she answered. "Run In
and say 'Ho~dyl' but I warn you l am
a pretty busy person. and might not
have more than five minutes to talk.
I'm not the least bit sentimental. I'm
as coldly practical as--as a theatrical
manager, and they are about the linz
It," She put out her hand and babe
him good-by.
Six months after this, Rosa zelda
was singing in San Francisco. In the
middle Of the week card was brought
up to her.
mr.. John Cushing" she read. Now
who on earth is hep
Then 1t flashed on her he might be
the man Of the violin. Let him come
up" she said.
1t was difficult to recognize In this
well-groomed man, the roughly-clad
miner Of Rlchton. But the moment he
spoke she knew him. He had sold
out his mining interests. and thought
of settling In Frisco I
Gushing followed up this call with
others. Then he grew bold enough to
ask the singer to take a spin with him
in his automobile, and she went. The
opera seemed booked for a long run,
and there were more rides. One day
Gushing said something that told her
he was caring too much for her.
II told you" she said, ~ was not
sentimental. I've had II all taken out
OF me. l married a man that was
well It's no use going over 1t. Pm
glad I'm out of 1t. that's all. 1 shall
never marry again."
The bitterness. and finality Of her
tone was convincing. Gushing went
sadly away. She did not see him
again for week. Then he told he
he had Just come to say good-by.
SIN going away" he said. II don't
seem able to see you any more without
getting, as you call 1t sentimental SO
I'd better say good-by." and he turned
quickly toward the door.
She caught at his arm. OBTAINING
him. 81 don't think / mind If Won do