The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-01-22
he TWICE AMERICAN
By ELEANOR " INGRAM

wait
Rosalind could also wait, i
seemed; for she yielded Will
, adorable patience to his mute pro
test, leaving her hand in his But
now she did not look at him. Nc
matter! He could look at her
and the next time he aWokc--
. He did not awake perfectly re-
covered, as he had anticipated.
He gradually emerged from that
| hazy realm of dreams into which
! he had drifted while looking at
! Rosalind Arlofi, to find the band
age again covering his eyes. BY
that fact, he knew that the prom
Used tomorrow Of It's removal had
not yet arrived.
Once more he had awakened TO
darkness shot through with the
| brightness OF music; this time the
music OF Il yioloncello. The play
er was at some distance, he
| Judged. The music was like none
he ever before had heard; strong,
like a strong heart in tumult, full
of discord that fed the eager ear
as mere sweetness could not; bar
barrie, beautiful.
Presently some one near his
bed sighed and stirred. Mstinc-
lively he knew it was someone
who listened to that poignant
music, also instinctively he knew
who it was. His heart beat in
eager recognition of the oppor-
tnnity. Only, were they alone?
Miss Arloff?" he ventured.
This time he was determined not
to go too fast
a" Yes, . came the prompt an
swer, i'll the voice he already
knew so well.
:, II is night -
8 Yes, and no. 1t is morning,
but it is still night. 1t is half past
three. -
And | keep you watching so
long? My NURSE"
II sent her to lie down. IL
was not tired. | did not want to
sleep tonight .
THANK you.
He gathered hope from her
presence Not tired? Not wish |
to sleep? She was healthy, young,
she worked hard, no doubt
surely, it was not insomnia which
detained her by his bedside. But
he must not let her see that he
suspected her awakening to love
had been twin with his own. Not
yet! He must go warily for a
while; he had wounded her be-
fore; all but lost her by his haste.
Miss Ariofff, may I come here
again after / am well?" he pres
emily asked, quite humbly for
David Noel. ''The other night
| made great many mistakes; /
want to repair some Of them. I 4
would like to know your father
better, and your
abel" she supplied the name
quite seriously, unaware that he
had forgotten the old mans
existence. "Abel makes the most
beautiful music in the world, II
think. You hearshim now, do you
mott He is what they call am inn
He plays as the
melodies come to him; and when
he ceases, he hardly knows what
he has played. Often, he could
not play it again. He cannot
write music. But once, they say,
nay father used to write it down
as Abel played. He can no longer
do that, although he loves to hear
Abel improvise. So it is born and
lost, all that loneliness. I cannot
write it either, you see. To read
music or play it, yes; to write it
down by ear, no. That / was !
never taught, and have not the
gift. !"
She had ignored his attempted
Noel was not certain
what that portended, but he ac-
cepted the diversion she offered.
He had not intended to speak Of |
Abel, but Abel would do.
! should like to hear you
play.
1t would be better to hear
hear Abel, 8 she returned.
Noel smiled involuntarily, re-
calling the grim hostility Of Rosa
lind s guardian, the night she had
gone out with the stranger.
Do You think he would play
for met he asked. i
He fancied she smiled. a little
laughter crept into her voice.
Oh, perhaps? Since you
brought me safely home with the
doll. |"
Still nc Insisted.
| should rather hear you. =
She said q curious thing; not