Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1917-05-11

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Rose Yelda never been quite so
close to elen1@ Iffe and she found
the lace Int 1x. She walked out
alone to look ~. Is there was still
quite littl9 - before the dinner
hour. Tue q became more strag-
Cling, and e. ~ apart. Suddenly
she paused 4heard the notes of a
violin. The NJ WAs her song, ''The
Love That Live IS NE listened she
felt sure It MT b t. man she had
taught who wd3 1laying. A whimsical
desire to see III Ne upon her; but
how in the worl< hid she manage It'll
She stood sdlls ndering. Then q
man opened the bog and came out.
He stopped sndd6n1y as he saw her,
and he, too, stoed an he was tall.
well-knit e1efraihe lel1u60Qr Qreaear-
cut face. He wore the rough mining
togs and might have been about thirty
years old.
Rose Velda was the first one to
smile. This encouraged him to speak.
Miss Velda," he said, may l take
this chance to thank you? For years
I've wanted to. but felt it might only
annoy you. / meant nothing to you.
How much you and your kindness to
me might mean / 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 it on
the violin, and"
"Yes," she laughed. 81 recognized
it just now."s
'Did your" he cried. sand was II
right%
Perfectly. You have improved in
your playing"
do you think SO? I know 1 don't
play well. l play by ear, just picked
it up; never was taught"
"Why don't you take some lessons? ?'
she asked.
He shook his head. "Tve never had
the time. Always had to shift for my
self"
She started to go.
"Will you sing that song tonight?"
he asked
"Oh, no, that isn't in this opera"
I'm so sorry. hoped might hear
it 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 6ad, always
wanted to see Jhe interfog zef qpt of
these docks shd. she was 8lad 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.
"Thank you," he said. 81 wonder If
sometime-I should happen to be
where you are singing-yOu would LET
me call"
"Why, yes," she answered. "Run in
and say 'Howdy? but warn you am
a pretty busy person, and 1 might moi
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 linn
~" She put out her hand and bade
him good-by.
Six months after this, Rosa Yields
was singing in San Francisco. In the
middle Of the week a card was brough,
up to her.
"Mr. John Cushing" she read. Nov
who on earth is he?"
Then it flashed on her he might b.
the man of the violin. LET him come
up," she said.
1t was difficult to recognize in thi!
well-groomed man, the roughly-clat
miner of Richton. But the moment ht
spoke she knew him. He had solo
out his mining interests, and though
Of settling in Frisco
Gushing followed up this call will
others. Then he grew bold enough t.
ask the singer to take a spin with hin
in his automobile, and she went. Tht
opera seemed booked for a long run
and there were more rides. One day
Gushing said something that told bel
he was caring too much for her.
II told you," she said, 81 was mo-
sentimental. I've had it all taken Ou
of me. I married q man that was
well it's no use going over 1t. Tn
glad I'm out Of 1t, that's all. I shall
never marry again."
The bitterness, and finality Of hel
tone was convincing. Gushing wen
sadly away. She did not see hin
again for a week. Then he told hi
he had just come to say good-by.
I'm going away" he said. II dom
seem able to see you any more without
getting, as you call it sentimental 81
I'd better say gOod-by," and he turned
quickly toward the door.
She caught at his arm, OBTAINING
him. II don't think / mind IL you dt
get sentimental" she smiled.
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