Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1924-05-16
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THE AW AKENING
OF THE WOMAN
By ETHEL S. M'FARLAND


40. 1924. by Mcclure Newspaper syndieatal
AN ATMOSPHERE of sunshine,
\ flowers and luxurious idleness; q
sense of remoteness from the world of
men and the laws appertainlng there
to; and lurking serpent-wlse, In the
background, subtle suggestion of i'm.
mlnent peril. Asqulth recognized this
as Ideal environment for the adven.
turous spirit, and he whimslcally gave
thanks to the god Of chance.
His companion was young, and In the
depths of her heart lay an elusive
something which forbade analysis. But
a pensive smile curved her scarlet
lips, and her eyes were filled with
dreamy content, as the bow Quivered
across the strings of her violin, awak-
Ing joyous, lifting melody.
An accidental encounter had paved
the way to many subsequent meetings
not altogether accidental, the charm Of
which was augmented by the certainty
, that, should knowledge Of these stolen
interviews reach stern Spanish ia
Tier, Asquith and life would have lit
tie more In common with each other.
During their long hours together,
the man from the outside world exert
ed himself to learn something of the
girls history, and Dolores told him
OF her nobly-born mother, who had
sacrificed home and kindred to marry
for love: OF her death after brief
year Of happiness, and Of the stricken
husband, who had shut himself away
from the world with his grief, seek
ing solace in arduous study and liter
airy labor.
Intuitively, Asqulth comprehended
how desolate had been the life OF the
girl thus left to the sole companion
ship of books and music. OF neces-
slty, her keen intellect had been nur-
tured to the point Of safety, decided
Asqulth, who did not entirely approve
Of the higher education for women
With deepening displeasure he learned
that Dolores was destined to the career
OF a professional musician at such
time as her education should be COM
| pleted.
But, surely, you are already mis-
tress Of your art" he cried
would that Senior Martinez could
hear you'll A musician Is never done
learning; always before him Is the
ideal unattained. In one sense, how
ever, you are not wrong. OF technical
knowledge have fair measure; but
Senior Martinez Is ever dissatisfied. He
says have no soul that so long have
wandered by the sea am as a YER
liable Undine, and only suffering will
enable me to understand, and so be-
come an artist And while Senior Mar
tinez Is otherwise kindly, am as
sured that he would rejoice greatly
should calamity come to me- To him,
music is dearer than life itself"
who Is he. this all-powerful senor1"
demanded Asquith, with suddenly
aroused Jealousy.
"He Is my master. He has had
charge of my education since my hand
was strong enough to hold bow.
Also. he Is my fathers only friend,
and the man am some time TO marry"
Sacrifice your gifts, your glorious
beauty, to further the ambitious
schemes of Il thing Of wood, mere
machine for the making OF muslcH
Neveri"
With an incoherent murmur Of love
and Jealousy, Asqulth caught the yield
Ing figure close, and a cloud Of dusky
curls fell across his brehst.
Blue sky above, and below the IL
llmitable. Hungry sea. A summer
ldyL whispered words and the mem
DRY or KISS. Slght Things mese'
put Ola as the taie that - toiu'
In Asquiths hand was telegram
ana In his heart was bounding the
restless desire 10 De on ana away
hlnshhR once inore WIN MS k'nu'
lie found Dolores III her faVorite
haunt, her violin Graded In her arms
Always II Is foolish 10 postpone ue
Inevitable. Asqulth knew this' 30 ne
poldiy annexed the tash peiore nin''
Little comrnde' tney nave Deen
very sweet, ana shnll never iorge'
then-the long hours by the sea- WIN
the music-hhu you nut lne woriu
u eailhg me- uhu must Ie.ufh ~ my
say sood-by."
rnreweii, 9enor w. H.
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