Evening star., 1924-02-10
BY JOSEPHINE DASKAM BACON
Which Developed Swiftly in the Atmosphere Of the Opera

presentment Of n young man drawing a
bow across a violin. It was two years
old, but the straight, thick brows, the
sweep Of back-brushed hair. the obstin-
ate mouth were Enthusiastically his own.
William piped up. That's him! He
brought n violin with him, too!'
"Oh, He did,
The tall man turned to his ac-
knowledged host and handed him the
key.
ITS not that / didn't believe you.
Sec" he unbent to explain, but In
my position you can't be too careful.
lust look, now, If you hadn't been on
the straight! Madam Falconer would
have cut UP something terrible"
Madam who?"
Say! Didn't you know where you
was? Mary Falconer. the singer?
She sings In the op'ra. Didn't you
ever hear of Mary Falconer?'
Mary Falconer. The one and
only Mary--"' 'For heavens sake"
"Yes, indeed" the superintendent
continued. "And that young lady,
that friends OF hers" He paused
ard stared.
Say" he cried. ''you turned her
out. That's what she was sore
bout. She told the doorman that
Miss Falconer's brother had come
and she had to skip. And 1t was you.
Haw. haw, haw."
The two officials moved off toward
the door. Suddenly William paused
where's his violin?" he asked.
1aft gy, hnr a
musician admitted shamefacedly.
X y
THE superintendent admitted him
again, and he walked once more
among the alien household goods
But at this moment a violent ringing
81 the elevator bell called William
away, and they waited for him, to be
surprised at his almost instant ap-
pearance with the dark girl of the
last nights adventure.
Hello" she greeted him abruptly.
so you weren't Mary's brother, after
all. You certainly put it over all
right. though. Gosh. I'd have
walked out of my own fat. the way
you handled things"
"I hope you'll excuse me-" he said
stiTly. 'It was Il most embarrassing
situation. / really wanted you to
stay"
"You concealed it WELL" she broke
in. Look here. are you anybody's
brother-really?
The. superintendent smiled compe-
tently.
"Oh, that's all right" he assured
ngc oil ieh
in Miss Stiekney's room. playing the
violin to beat the band"
Really"
She flashed a bright. dark eye at
him appraisingly and added: do
you like music. you two"
you bet you answered the SUI
perintendent, and William added,
modestly:
II play the ukulele myself"
She went TO the piano and threw
it open.
IT came back for my music" she
said carelessly. "but I'm glad I left
it now"
Slipping to the piano bench. she
struck q great, rumbling chord. and
VIII raised his head, listening. Again
il crashed out, but this time in the
minor, and while the bass Of II lin
gered and vibrated massively she
threw O handful OF arpeggios into
the air and caught them In the middle
Of the keyboard with a bit OF
Chopin prelude. He stared at her.
Gracious, how the girl could play!
She gave him tho violinists A, and
he slipped his instrument out OF its
case mechanically and tuned 1T. She
swooped into the Grieg sonata, and
he walked to the Steinway, fiddling
as he went, his eyes on her.
BY the time they had reached the
adagio he had forgotten where he
was. The lovely, shrill melody
scared from his bow, flying easily
above that strong, supple support
she gave him-now calling him to
her, now tossing him away, here en-
broldering his theme, there announc.