Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-02-11

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told me to ON again, even ii l didn't
come with Phyllis. Without meaning
to I'd certainly taken her at her word.
But what had made her think Of it?
Presently she, The Blurter, got up
and said, THE rains stopped; look
here, I shall have to leave you and
catch tho gardener before he goes.
Excuse ME for a few minutes. won't
you? . Cigarettes on the man
telpiece. And do play the piano and
Ill that, won't you?"-this to that lit
lie girl in the rose-colored robe. Then
she strobe out at the window, the two
kids pattering at her heels.
l got up and went to the piano at
the other end of the, room, thinking
Of the last time I'd heard the piano
played at Mrs. LOUIS flat. Quick as
ilghtning another thought came to me.
I gave the piano stool a twirl OF
so, and glanced over at the girl.
That's about YOU height" 1 said.
Please you're going to sing that
Welsh song you sang the other night
"a A. AA0Is l. "d4lIcA yO0 ~ blIlS II
all over again as d as you finished.
You'll sing it again for me now
She looked towards me-. Then she
got up. But she said, II won't sing
1t, you know. Not that sons I don't
think I'm ever going to sing
that song again"
Funny how i couldn't ask her why.
Sing another song. then" / said.
She took the piano-stool; waited a
moment. I'd forgotten L was standing
about ar inch OF it and that NOBODY
can sing with another person in their
pocket.
So l stepped back and sat down
on the arm of the easy-chair behind
her.
Then she brought her little hands
down on the keys. She gathered to-
her chords that reminded one az once
of the harp for which they were COM
posed. All Welsh airs have got that
in common. l suppose. Then she
played away into another Of those
Wlstful old tunes. Her voice was not
as clear as it had . been the other
night. but sweet as the rain drops on
the roses outside: sweeter for the
tiny hesitation as she sang:
Farewell to thee, Wales; farewell TO
thy mountains,
Thy streams that are crystal, thy
words that are wild
Something like that the words went,
for L looked EN- up afterwards. This
time as she sang I was not sven,
all those miles away to my Island Of
palm-trees and sparkling sands. This
time l jolly we'll knew where I was.
race to lace with q lot of hard facts.
For this morning I'd walked I'D
v dreaming Id set eyes on this
girl again, except perhaps as Mrs
Slim Grantham. I'd been thrown
into her company for the hes. ia,
OF a day and she'd just taken nv
breath away by letting me know she
wasn't going to be MRS. i>l.l.4, a, ..
ever: And she'd meant that. I'd
felt it in every tone OF the voice that
woke me. woke me now to the abso-
lutte foundations of me.
AS she sang, 1 was SO awake" al,
over me that I seemed extra-con-
sctouS Of everything about me. The
dimly-green. flower-scented room:
the glimpse through the French win
dows OF glimmering pools, and a u
den sleanl of sunshine after storm
falling bright "a a shaft of Jewels
aslant the rhodos in bloom and the
lemon yellow azalea. The a and
freshness OF the place l felt. thread
inc o. ''e sang " me- mus
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ana r nar+.tn1 soaue ~ De MATS. Slim
phvii;s', "aS sGlis 10 pc MY:
tomnrrow T,a - "a pfeak OFT
NV own rir, WY must DC clear to
Ke.nasI 90 .u r fo,+
nass - ~ sn ieit,the utter sweet
me again. My girl! My own sweet
for m;na ~ Isea any mat "a known
and adnr, H. = ases ago! Sweet
iova wi+h hns : ~eu,l nave oeen In
Tor the f,rs, ,1iws - met her today
ana mora ednnah,o ~. anucn sweeter
tnnse h,ank az W. wSan Z . OF all
~ seaine har a fors "nsn gave up hope
after my wound "a ra nlce IN