The herald., 1917-03-22
The Lark S
Song
BY
AucusTUsG. sHERWIN
...~sss; ,si7' BY W. Ct. Chapman9

NaV'o
renperanentalI" Pr, =, Vance
.Isst hardly expresses H. anct
,.IsII IS by no means a '.a crank m or
INA but he thinks he knows muse &c
saos+ ty,ad TO instlll his ideals in
% I w.. IN others. He has really
d. ~ some fine songs. In all OF
rnen however, the publisher who
=. st them took the liberty of chang n,
20 .ome of the construction ;, !, lh"'
:. enough for DalzeII'
What did he doE
.s'.,nlv anti providing any more
Ia # his souls productions were
: initiated, he would lock them
!, burn them up, or anything else
IAN them from an unappreciative
rSIe' ,,,s. ,,ro,
AND his fate. / think he now deems
a. curse, for 1t led TO an acquaint-
- With La Tempestc, the French
.,,r. She led him on until he really
s'Ssd she loved him. She suddenly
led a handsome scene shifter and
nelly laughed at him.
And then
Tou,ve heard, haven't yOu-he went
my'
.ghereT
That Is his secret. Rob Decker,
AZ vas his closest friend, tells me
Al Dslzell has decided TO entirely
.,,tp himself from all the rest Of
Isnanlty."
inns cursory discussion of the
..,khmept from the social armament
4 lance Dalzell which had cherished
,l,urp genius and bohemian prOcliv-
Ms for many q year. Dalzell had
.1o true devotee AT the shrine of
hus He was really a Skillful and
rdnsl musician, some Of his compost
t,w showed traces of an unusual tai
nj The critics told him he was ahead
Pks fine, however. There was beau
ARE and clear, in what he wrote,
h tAe great public had not yet been
svnied up to the supreme art which
ttsacpd his efforts.
here was q bewitching little beauty
tEhOn Dalzell had gone whenever he
haa set Of verses or a musical score
CODY. Her name was Amarylis-
luayHs Tresham. She took In
czal copying at the home of her
mt Who was as poor as herself and
10 bad an unreliable income from an
Il tsnement house she owned. If it
ID not been for La Tempeste, who
kitne DalZell looked upon as the
ktt and particular star of his fate,
h YOU'D certainly long since have
Nid that pearl of great price lay
rs heck and call, for. secretly,
lmrhs fairly wOrshipped him. To
n snple, artless soul he was the
Mind maestro supreme. His senses
Wild In music, and his productions
&rd her to believe that the world
'xt yet award him the fullest need
alni@ and appreciation. There was
EnetAng more than enthusiastic in
Ha ID her pure, earnest nature;
nrs vas love, love that would
I've eorihed his life had he but
hnaned the depths Of that loyal, de-
ad uttle wOrshipper at the altar Of
h genius
tH child! Her heart was quite
ml'n that last evening when he
ua upon her and her aunt. He was
m TO open up his real nature to
we humble folk. There was more
huueness IN his mood-there was
pntment, pessimism, q species
epair. Society was a hollow
M the art and poetry of the day
,Nched tumble of fads and fancies.
Ne was going away. A hermit
I'm The lonely Minnesota woods
sa'sd the longed-for haven Of rest
aSscunty, and
" he way, Miss Tresham. 7 am
~ 70 send you over my writing
ast And oil there is in IT," he
~ Gearily. "You can burn I'D that
wraps. The cabinet of itself is
=. - pretty and useful. / wish to
~ nothing and you have been SO
. and helpful to me. l would
snsAt to have you accept it,"
sn...,. You mean your music, your
S1 ea'neu AmaEylis'
~ ahT declared Dalzell almost
paaI Il wish nothing to remind
49,. he past and swung away
! s's and with a sorrowful. cbok-
n az 49, Amarylis felt that the world
~ading from her.
W, Am ne strange period in the
g. u life. She could scarcely
n ~ @e constant alienation of
hsss ny pleasure, disappointment and
n -. pe and despair. She did
sns. nom Dalzell, and his former
4, =, usually dismissed him from |
ma nus as soured misanthrope |
ID hermit hermit and forgot him.
afylls did not forget him.
As'self at work to find a means |
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