Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-04

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II Desplse the Songs Sing"
TIE repeated It half a dozen time.
II without comprehcndins much OF
anything she said. his ironic mood
sensing that the word would be fitting
answer to whatever the girl had to say,
oil tho while watching Nancy and the
man who was without any talent. Craig
had feseated himself at the piano and
Nancy leaned against the side.
""You play wonderfully" she said.
II didn't know. What was that last!
Something by Grieg, but I've forget
tan"
" THE Old Mother" Softly Craig
began to run through the composition asns1 On
"Can't you see her, by tho fireplace,
q thin fire under the kettle! Her man
IL dead, and all her sons have gone. Shc
is alone. The old mother. forgot there
among the ruins Of her dreams. The me
end Of all mothers. You love music!'
eyes. That is why I despise the
songs I sing" She could tell Craig the
secret, offhand, Ia this manner; but
che could not tell Mannheim!
'Somehow I understood that. Now.
] wonder If I am going to offend you!
I have made an appointment for you
with Sorrentino at 2 o'clock tomorrow.
Will you go?"
The ancient suspicion flashed into
her mind--that favors had to be paid
for. But Sorrentino, tho famed inn
presario, n disinterestcd judge; to
know one way or the other!
"You are not odended:" he re-
psated.
mo. am rather stunned. He
seldom bothers with any but those who
have more or less arrived"
HE is an old friend Of mine, and he
will give you half an hour. We met
frequently in Italy utter had com.
pleted my studies in Munich. He will
tell you truthfully whether or not you
have voice suited to grand opera. You
have O we'll trained voice as it IL, and
you know very we'll how to use it. He
was quite pleased tonight, though he
knew that your voice really has no
chance with that style Of music
'Hc was in the theatre tonight?"
Eyes; but he had to leave after the
first act. am to telephone hin, in the
morning"
a"It Is very kind of you. I will be
there. But you mustn't do anything
more for me in thsi way. 1t en-
barrasses me, for l cannot make any
return"
rs it because ! sometimes drink"
he asked. unexpectedly.
"Supposing I gave you my word never
to touch the stuff again; would you be
"Of course I would-as any good
woman would be. You are n distin.
guished man: you possess great gift"
but what can do with it! ! am
rich man. l am not selfish; only,
there are SO few who would understand
the kind Of music play that l rarely
10 what did tonight. I thought per-
haps you might understand"
You told me you had 10 talent"
sa1d voice from behind them.
Nancy was positively glad to see
bancroft standing at her shoulder, for
the conversation between her and Craig
was nearing rather dangerous ground,
Craig smiled. II the interruption
annoyed him, he did not show it, II
meant that had no public talent. You
enjoy music?'
Very much. 1t rouses all that is
oest IN me; makes me want to 60 forth
ana commit some sublime folly. In the
Mttie village l came from there is an
9ld maid who plays the church organ.
! used to blow for her. After rehca rsals
sne would play for me-Bach, Beetho-
ven, Mendelssohn. used to 20 hone
N dream that lasted for hours. But
tasse Is something in your music that
~es never in hers"
THANK You. What is in my music
mat was not in hers?" Craig felt his
curiosity stirred by this odd young chap
II am ignorant. don't know what
NN. 1t hurts, and hers never did. You
wanted 1t to hurt" Bancroft's tone
vas almost resentful.
,And you told mo that you had no
returned Craig, smiling again.
but ! haven'tv"
You are poet. Only poet, con
- beauty to the extent that L hurts.n
don't know ono rhyme from
mcsner." Bancroft declared.
noth David and Solomon were
poeu; their thunder goes down tho
ases. And where's the rhyme or meter
IN anything they wrote:"
,nut II / had your talent = . ."
wen. what would you do with II p"
ssked Craig. amused.
! had your talent and were n
Gch man, Id 70 about tho countrv and
i've concerts, turning the proceeds over
charitable organizations. No man
!. wnS mas your gift has any right TO hide
.c,,u.h ~, Mthius isn't private property: It IL
sSvdSething S"ds we must share with every.
s%mon, % a,uEy"here; ~ Why don't you 20
th"Sns hons the soldier hospitals and give
nIoos,po oes poor boys music! Think Of the
p'eaS,sure 1t would give you %
. .raig .aI;g rose from the stool, and with
towan srr.Gus expression put out his hand
M Tn,I;y m,s Young rival. Thank you,
sshs MI nNodi1ihsswood, for fine idea. I'm
ssnamed to say that l never tbomoht NV
were In the armyY' 'A'' AZ"
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.ldHiannd you know where some Of these
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