Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-11

smiled and, stepping FORWARD, put oul
a hand.
j Looking down at those lashes that
curved upward from blue eyes, Ar
! mand wondered II he should not In
clude her In his composite Of Swan
son, Talrnadge ard La Mari; but he
did not want to appear too interested
A&E 4
THEY turned in at the doorway Of
the Coffee Shoppe and found 9
table. Grover tipped back In his chair,
| his hands thrust into his coat pockets,
staring gloomily out the window. But
Alys leaned across to Armand. What
would you say TO q little run In my
The violinist, answering her look,
decided to start all over with q new
composite to lead wolfhounds on a
tether through Greek gardens.
Double marmalade toasted sand.
witches and coffee were ordered by
Grover In his listless monotone. When
the waiter had shambled away he
added: 1--WE been studyin' the sax,
but father says as soon as I'm II /
gotta sell 1t and go into the bank, or
else get outa the house.
Alys indicated that her brother,
having served his purpose of intro
ducing Armand, could be ignored.
"Jonesville won't be able to hold
ing photograph records and broad
casting just like Paul Diese inside OF
year. You could take your band on
the Orpheum Circuit now.
Armand frowned at the battery OF
coffee urns.
THAT don't interest me. I'm gonna
do recital work Look at Jascha
Heifetz an ToSsha Seidel; they're
both yourrS. Seitows."
Classical, huh?" Grover grunted.
Dance orchestra work IS all right
for some. could have three or four
bands now, and send EN- around to
different towns under my name. ]
could make big money. But an ar
my deboo in Carnegie Hall one o.
these days. I'll play you some o. the
stuff I've picked out for my programs
sometime. I'm workin' up q pro-
gram-Bach, Grieg, Brahms. I'll
have all the big names"
Grover said darkly: If could
play Rose Marie on my sax, I'd go
into the bank tomorrow an die with
smile on my face"
Anybody who can play Who's
Sorry Now?' like you do can let
Heifetz have Carnegie Hall and the
Auditorium, too" says Alys.
As1pss the table she let her curl
ousay fringed eyes do what Nature
had intended; and Armand, gazing
into them, saw the long road of the
concert violinist stretching ahead and
found it rocky.
you should care what / dol he
said finally, and his tone was full of
meaning. Your dad wouldn't have
you playing around with a musician"
dad" replied the girl levelly. has
always let me have anything !
wanted"
She let that sink in. It seemed to
Armand that he heard Growers voice
saying from a great distance:
And he won't even let me play the
sax"
Tba violinist from Nappanee re-
meneAered smuggling against fur In
the rear Of q coach and being put
down in a daze at the door Of his
rooming house.
Before he closed the door of the
coach. Alys leaned forward and said:
Some day want you to tell dad
about the chances OF organizing three
or four orchestras and booking them
all yourself. OF course, that wouldn't
need to interfere with your career"
4 \ ~
TO Mrs. Amadee Irwin in the break
= fast room of the. Firs, Avalonia
boulevard, there was nothing strange
in the request of her daughter Alys
that a hearing by Hans Koenig, the
violinist, be arranged for young Ar
mand lie Brun. In fact, she beamed.
why, certainly, daughter. Mother
is pleased to see you so thoughtful
of others. TN call up Mrs. Crater
right after breakfast. Iknow she will
be glad to help me out. I'll be so
proud to tell papa.
Papa and Mrs. Irwin had observed