The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-01-22


too was at heart, ne clasped the great
I boy In his arms.
"Got my commission to-day" an
nounced the boy proudly, and then for
second was silent. Finally he said
with q catch In his voice: my violin.
uncle. I want you to keep II for me.
couldn't trust 1t to anyone else"
| "l'll treasure II, my boy" David told
him softly. you're giving up a great
career--the world Is beginning to lis
| ten to your fiddle" He put his arm
across the khaki shoulders. "But you
have taken up q greater career, brave
soldier"
| Young David laughed OF the mo-
ment Of emotion that threatened his
recently acquired manhood. and picked
up his violin. David had but lately
| passed twenty.One.
A.! He played something rollicking and
happy to sweep away the tears. and
. when his uncle was smiling he smiled.
! MY boy" said the old composer,
!. "just run over those gems In that gray
book. ! want you to hear them"
] The young soldier picked up the
book and glanced quickly through II.
They were the snatches Of melody cap.
turcd from the throat Of the songbird
upstairl.
David bFeathed heavily while he
drew his bow over those quaint notes,
and his cheeks became flushed and his
eyes brilliant. He was the tempera-
mental musical genius while he played.
His soul was huttering among the
poets, breathing their breath, gripping
their emotions. Yet his body was
clothed in khaki.
"Uncle I" he demanded breathlessly,
''where did they come FRONT Are they
your ownf They're gems-sems pol.
ished BY spirit breath. have never
played anything more human, more
divine" He was lingering the pagea
lovingly while be spoke,
At that moment Mildred rose from
the bed On which she had thrown her
sslf IN misery. She shook hack hei
4 Ghoulders and held herself In scorn
fdr having Owen way to 20 slight Z
efief, There were big things being
done In the world. and she was 4
n pygmy. She knew that, with faith Il
the good Of all things. she would flnd
5ba way q helping the brave nshtinl
MEN.
i And In the ecstasy Of newly fount
strength, with which to fight on hel
throat unpinioned it, notes and q
grandeur Of song pierced the twilight
The old composer and his nephew
sat below with hushed breath.
/ sThere." whispered the one. '.thers
u where they came from, andV shs
6oeGnst know IT, He smiled quietly Il
Tie shadcwed room. The picturesqu,
way with which TO acquaint Mildret
With her own genius suddenly came Il
him. He looked fondly at the blacl
rumpled head Of his big nephew. Tfa
: the soldiers spirit was already 81
there needing with the Girls was quite
I evident from the exalted look In hi
sye.
| And IN her room Mildred suddenly
felt Z hot flush singing her cheeks
Someone seemed to have taken hel
closely within his arms. and when 'hel
glowing eyes could see through thu
scarf Of love that enveloped her sh'
saw that the arms were khaki-clad
And leokipg little beyond she saw
violin lying ON the table, and besid'
J Il, sitting with Z wonderful smile Il
his dear blue eyes, was . white-haire'
man. "a
i Mildred looked at her cheeks In III
mirror. Yes. there was color there
A door 66ened In the room below. an
presently - heard knock on he
own door.
When they stood looking at one an
other. young David and Mildred, tn
old MN below fancled Ills lislenln
ears cssught the soft swish Of souls q
they scurried into the meeting plac
: Of all lovers.
And out in the world these littl
snatches Of melody were to be waite
from one heart to another, to TAX
!, their proper place among the con-
positions Of the century.