The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1922-01-12

A,o'tsnut-1 ftvUt 8Et VI
took those that answered hts own
uscod and expressed hts own being.
Not an 81 them were sad music. In
the strietcst sense Rut they were
ali intense. poignant and ,tcmuious
with the deepest longings OF the hu.
man soul.
i haven't any raEtime." the man
explained humhly. Il could only
hrinE Up a few records. and SO took
Jus; tho ones | liked best They're
v~raple things--i'm sorry l haven't
any more
she icoked ~ this man with grow.
tng wonder. OF course he would like
the simple things. No man OF her
acquaintance had ever possessed
truer standards; no sophlstication or
cultural growth such as she herself
had known could have given him a
truer rentitl,y. what was this thing
that men could learn in the woods
and In the North that gave them
such poire. such standards. and
brought out such qualities Of man
hocdf Yet she knew that the for
esss did not treat all men alike.
hetfkr. their strength was supple
mented by the strength 81 the vii.
derness itself. but the weaklings per.
ixhed quickly. This was not a hand
for soft men. for the weak and the
ccwardiy and the vicious. The Wild
rpon found them out. harried them
u storms and broke their hearts and
their spirits. and kept from them its
gracious secrets Perhaps In this
latter thing lay tho explanation. IL
snemcr To her that Bill was always
sfraininx. listening for the faintosi.
whispered voices OF the forest about
him He was always watching. al
ways studyfng-his soul and hts
heart open-and Nature poured forth
upon him her incalculAble rewards.
He put on a record. closed the
doors OF the instrument tight to
mufgie the sound. and sc, the needle.
She recognized the melody al ones.
II was Drdla's souvenir "--and tho
frs, notes seemed to sweep her into
Inffnlty.
II WIS a beautiful. haunting thing.
sveet as hove. warm as a maiden's
heart. tender as motherhood; and all
~ once Virginia was aware OF a
hears-ssirrinx and incredible contrast
The melody did not drown out the
sound Of the storm II rosa above IL.
infinltsly sve~t and entreating. and
al the time the Wild strains Of the
storm outside mad. . strAng, and
dreadful hAckground. Yet the tvo
songs mingled with such harmony A.
emily Old masters. devotees 10 music.
can sometimes hear IN their irmost
souls but never express In notes
She felt the tears start In her
svsA Her eheeka flamed- Her heart
rAssd and thrilled For all the ex-
auizits bsAuty Of the song. . vague
9FsAA and an incomprehenssbis fear
Deus~d - come upon bar. For all
~ sfir and impulse Of tho melody.
. stsAngs but sxquxifs sadness en-
gu1fsd her spirit In that single In
anns The North drvv aaife III cur
ains Of mysGsry and showed her its
aDrsa altar. yw = brsath ~ last
- knsw III sDut--tts travail. It's
AunAfui beauty. ia infinite sAdnasa.
- D@cneD strenGth
n her time vNrWsnsA had NV and
- Known the fear Of Dean Two
uAgAts pr~vious a. tbs wAiers had
0guffed h>x. she had known u very
ven But newer before had she
hnovn fear OF ufa That's what
vus-sear Of fife--lifs that couid oniy
0ss and could not Pay. that could
hks and could not gtvA that could
ain but could not heal she knew
ssw the dreadful persecution OF the
sismenu. cold and storm and the
snow fsejds stretching ever from
ranxp TO rangA She knew the fear
u hunger, OF struggle TO break the
spirit and rend the body. Of disaster
that could not Be turned asdde. OF
cruel and immutzhis destiny. She
knew now why the waterfowl had
etYcled all Gay 50 restisssiy: they too
had known the age-old fear Of the
northern winter. They had senset. In
ssret ways. the swift approach OF
- storm
winter was at hand n would
lock the streams and sweep the land
with snow. the sun would grow feeble
In the sky. and the spirit Of Cold
would descend with its age-old ter
rorz- And the creepy fear. the haunt.
ing terror known to all northern
creatures. man or beast. crept Into
her Ike a subtle poison.
II was a moment of ~nchantm-nt.
The music ros. high. fen In soaring
leaps. trembled In infinite appeal
and slowly died away. Outside the
storm increased In fury. The wind
sobbed over the cabin roof. the trees
complained, the snow beat against
the window pane And stiil the spell
fingered. Her lustrous eyes Eazed
out thru the darkened pane, but her
thoughts carried far beyond II.
And II was we'll for her peace OF
mind that she did not glance at BIN.
Tn. music had moved him too: be
sides the fear Of the North he had
been torn By even a deeper emotion.
and for the instant II was written all
TOO clearly upon his rugged features.
He was watching the girls face. HIS
eyes yearnfng and wistful NJ no hui
man being had ever seen them.
The soaring notes. with the dread
fui accompaniment ~ the storm. had
uurh, home a truth tn him that
for DAYS on the trail he had tried TO
deuv. II love you. Virginia." cried
the inaudibls voice OF his soul ''Oh.
Virginia. love you. love you"
II was one Of BIZ Bronson's basic