The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1926-06-18
Thrills Abound
In Mystery
Romance
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milk. The people in the Alley
were used to helping each other
in this haphazard way, and she
knew who the boy was, though
she had never spoken to him In
her life. That's all I can spare, =
she added. half filling the bottle
for him. Il don't want thats'
she exclaimed, as with g shame
faced air. he offered her dime.
''You must take It'll can't rob
you IKE, this. " He paused and
grew rather red. Was that you
4 heard singing?'
Yes, " said Jill.
i've heard you before I
couldn't help listening. Do you
know what q wonderful voice
you've got ?''
Genuinely Pleased.
Jill flushed with pleasure.
Have II"
Its voice in million!' ex-
claimed the young man. why
] don't you have it trained?''
II cant afford it. And /
haven't time, either. But I've
bought 3 book on singing and I'm
trying to train 1t myself"
You're wrecking 1t! You're
running it: it's enough to make
anybody cry to hear you. ! don't
mean to be rude" he added,
hastily, but it's the truth, and
know what. I'm talking about
I'm musician"
A musician your" exclaimed
Jill.
'.WeIl, maybe I'm no better
known than you. But I'm a COM
poser and. my brother Owen
paints-we live at No. 5. And
Owen writes verse; don't know
which is better, his verse or his
pictures. We're writing an opera
together, you know; he's doing
the libretto and the music Is
mine" He smiled at Jill.
But it's excruciating when /
hear you kill that heavenly voice
by singing from the throat the
way you do" He glanced across
at the piano. Look here-may
show your"
Jill was too aTaazed to protest.
Before she could say anything.
he had seated himself on the
stool and ran his fingers over
the cracked keys.
Forgetting everything else. Jill
came behind him and stood en-.
tranced. For the first time she
met with artistry. It was incred-
IDLE that the Wheezy old piano
should produce such music. The
boy played an introduction Of
soft cords that spilled over the
shabby room aid seemed to ca.
ress the very air. It blended
into the accompaniment Of Tosti's
song.
Jill lifted her voice and began
to sing, and this time she sang
her best.
''stopr' said the boy sharply,
and struck a single note. ''Sing
a scale" The boy jumped up
from the stool.
A Good Teacher
Mot like that! Your head up.
Open your teeth. Sing from the
chest, and forget you've got a
throat! The throat il only the
organ-pipe. Sing from your lungs,
and let your heart unlock the
music Like thisr'
He put his hands on her
shoulders and turned her to the
light; he showed her how to
produce her voice. Jill forgot to
be astonished ct his touch OF her
she did her best to obey. His
admiration was altogether i'm
personal-it was the admiration
Of the artist, and the amount OF
skilled instruction he put into
the space Of a minute amazed
Jill. Twice he made her sins
the scale and her voice rose pure
and clear as a bell, with a quail
ity that made her own heart
thrill as she heard it.
There" he cried triumphantly
See the difference? You have
a voice that will make all the
world listen. Oh, IL I had thu
training OF you! My voice II
nothing to yours, bu. this is how
it's DONE ="
He pumped himself on tn,
stool and sang the first verse o.
"Myra," in a clear tenor. Jill't
eyes grew wet as she listened
to him. She sang 1t after him:
II know of two bright eyes
Watching for me;
know OF two white arms
Waiting for me;
/ know a paradise,
A haven from tears and signs!
Oh, Myra. Oh, Myra!
/ soon VIII come TO thee. -