Belt Valley times. [volume] (Armington, Mont.) 1894-1977, 1925-12-24
CHAPTER III-cOntinusd


Like the white roads OF your
Tourainegv he replied 81 think ! pre-
fer the northern winter to the sum-
mer, but, of course. Il Is often grim
and lean for the families OF the hunt
ers-for the women and children"
Her eyes clouded 1T is always
80. for the women and children-they
find life hard-here-in the north. .
For long interval she was silent
and he knew that her personal prob
lem again haunted her thoughts.
Then the muslc-hungry Steele
handed the bag containing the violin
to It's owner. with: "Please. anything
you care to play that Is not sad. To
day, you know. you were to forget"
and he smiled significantly.
Stretched at length. with hands be-
hind head and closed eyes. Steele
iinened as the violin of the girl ran
the gamut of the composers Rhap=
sodles, love songs OF many peoples.
fragments Of melodies he had never
heard, mad dances OF the slavs. OF
the plains of Hungary. serenades of
Spain and Italy riot OF love and
Joy, redoIent OF moonlight and fra
grant gardens, Of ivied towers and old
romance. she conjured for the en-
chanted ears Of the man lying on a
Canadian hilltop. For two hours the
violin sang on the height above the
forest
And as he watched and listened.
Steele often compared this girl he
had known but days. to other women.
who In the past had caught his fancy;
and to his surprise. as he conJured
them up, and contrasted them with
the vivid personality OF Denise st.
Onge. the memories OF the former
blurred TO insignifcance. Slight as
was his knowledge Of her. the quality
which was so patiently q part Of her
the mystery OF personality, had
wrought It's spell.
At length she ceased playing. and
ssked:
Nov would you like to hear some
thing of my ownf
at would be delightful I"
II call this, when Spring Comes
Morrill, And she broke into a gay
melody filed with the rush OF the
brooks. the soft wind in the young /
birch leaves. the love songs Of the
returning birds.
You have caught It aIl--the
spring. he applauded. sPiease play
II again ?" But she shook her head.
Now I am to break my promise by
playing Farewell We were to be gay
today; II you do not care to hear
it-7''
please play iti You mean fare
well to summerf"
Her face darkened as she replied
with a Characteristic shrug:
Farewell to summer-tO every
thinKl'
~Oh, you cannot mean thatg-
without replying she drew her bow
across the strings In q low minor and
swiftly lost herself In q stark reveIa-
ti0n Of grief and despair
As he listened he heard again the
OF heart without hope, the
anguish Of q tortured soul, which had
sirst met his ears At the rapids. Seem
ingly she was voicIng through her
violin what she could not express In
words. and the sympathy Of his quick
understanding went out to the lonely
girl with her unknown burden
She ceased as swiftly az she had I
begun and stood gazing out on the .
tranquil valley. he respected her 4
mood by hla silence. his brain actfve I
With conjecture. his emotions danger
,usly out Of hand Thea the warning !
n the low sun called the girl from her
srooding She turned . mlsffnl face
Ne she said
Il have bFOken nay promise and
save been very sad. monsieur
"Kou have been telling nae mueh.
n yeuF Farewell madsmalwslIo Z
'mly wlah roo eeuld tFust nne That q