Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-10-15
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
Suy 1t With Music
by J. STUART LANE

Ursula Hastings buried her aching
head deeper In the pillows and emitted
q muffied groan. When, oh, when woisd
the occupant of the room above cease
his monotonous tramp and 60 to bear
fFor two hours she had vainly trieu "
tsleep, knowing that slumber alone would
alleviate the nerve-wearing migraine,
but the persistent tread over her head
had thwarted her Efforts
Never before. being normally pos
sessed of healthy concentration OF
mind, had she been annoyed. Only to-
night-heayens, how could she stop It.
Suddenly, an unusually splitting thiVp
above her temple forced inspiration and
decision upon her. With one hand on her
brow. she dragged herself up from her
couch-by- day y-bed- -by-night and over to
the piano, which for many hours a day
labored beneath the aspiring fingers OF
her pupils.
GrImly she uncovered the keys.
Crash--a chord. Then, determinedly ac-
cented, she pounded out:
Tramp. tramp, tramp, the. boys are
Then sha paused. All Utter silence
above. Then, plaintively, oh. so plain
lively. Ursula's fingers slipped into
Rocked in the cradle Of the deep,
/ lay me down In peace to sleep
Then she rose and crept back to he'd.
II the person had any brains her hint
would have done the business. II liv,;
she d pack up bag and baggage and
seek another apartment.
Morning brought. various thinss-I-a
cessation oe headache. for example:
Also, mingled emotion Of chagrin and
remorse for her impulsiv6ness of the
night before Probably she had Injured
the feelings OF some poor old soul sf1ict-
ed with insomnia, although, she re-
lected, the steps were remarkably MIN
for an old man..
However. there was little chance Of
either one of them discovering the othei .
or, a. fetching little hat with. perky wings
and Il trim Jacket with white lawn col
lar and went forth, on an ,errand to TIN.
music shopass 1,.sa4. ~
not only would great many authors
be out of a Job. but many a romanoe
in real life would not have materianneu.
SO let II go that II was chance and not
masculine curiosity which caused Bruce
Standish to take the stairs instead Of the
elevator and linger In the corridor OF
the floor below and that, at the precise
moment of his dalliance. the door Of the
room beneath his own opened and
Ursula stepped forth, a vision to de-
light the eyes of any one
Being what she was, Ursula threw
never a glance the young mans way,
but preceded him into the elevator and
then out on to the sidewalk. It was not
until she stood at the music store coun.
ter that something occurred to her. And
the clerk Is wondering now why the
pretty customers face was suddenly SUI
fused with bushes. What had that
young man In tho elevator been
,whstling? Impossible! But 1t must
have been-
Some day-some day-some day 4
shall meet you!'
Intuition flashed in upon her that that
sood-looking young man in the dark
blue serge suit and quiet tie and be-
coming hat was the man she han
silsnced by music, and now he was .s'
All Of which went to prove two
things, First. that the young man was
the popular jazz tunes Of the day; ana
second, that Ursula was one Of those
& truly feminine creatures who can, with
out glancing at him, size up O man's
clothes, good looks snd philosophy Of
life.
plano playing Idly She was thinking
Of the ease with which she had put u
stop to the overhead promenade, anu
she was washing there were some proper
. way In which she could signify that, II
the man got any enjoyment out of II,
y really did not ordinarily trouble her.
From the fact that he ran typewriter
reporting or writing of some sort or
other and 1t was quite possible his
thoughts flowed more freely while he
was on his feet
Suddenly, noiselessly, the window at
her fire escape opened and in stepped