The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-04-28

"He'll DO more famous than either
Of us!"
"Of course he will. Hes q
genius!" Gwin chuckled. "What has
that to do with it,"
"Nothing. Only"
"Only it excuses him for being
handy legged, and bald headed
and"
Chow can you be 30 unkind?"
"I'm not unkind. It makes no diff.
ference what he looks like. In fact
it's IN asset to . violinist. And q
conductorl I predict that Ton y
Schiarilli will be world famous.
That limp is worth half . million
dollars"
II thought musicians talke d
about music, and not personalities!"
"You were wrong. Did you think,
by chance, that I chose you because
Of your voice?"
He WAS delighted by her dismay.
Threw his head back. laughed up
roariously.
"Your voice is all right, child. It
IL . good voice. It's . perfect color
atura, and there are few perfect
coloraturas-even fewer that keep
their voices after . season or two.
But! Do you know how many girls
right here in this country have
voices - good, perhaps better? And
in France - and Germany and
Italy"
"You've just admitted that my
voice il goodl"
Eyes, and I'm just telling you
that that isn't enough. Out Of the
hundreds who co m . to me and
others. intent on careers, how many
have the build, the beauty, the per-
sonality, even the intelligence and
the pure . nj m . l strength 70 70
through with it? The voice is such
. small part Of it. =. Lily, you had
50 much, why couldn't you have
looked ahead? Oh, it's . pity-a
great PITY
She knew what he meant. That
It was . pity that she was going to
have . baby. He knew, Of course.
She had known that he thought Of
it sometimes, but he had never
spoken Of it before. Nobody had
spoken Of it. :.
She sat, with her head bent, pick
ing 1t the frayed red velyet Of an
old chair, studying the intricate
carving Of the arms, memorizing
each tiny detail, trying to pretend
that she did not know what Gwin
meant.
"When Is it to be?" he asked her
boldly.
I'm April. I suppose" she An
swered. There was no use pretend.
ing. He'd just insist on making it|
palmer.
perhaps I can help. These things
cost money. And there are ar-
rangements to make
Lily Lou. rose and opened the
window, letting in . blast Of icy|
mir, and . Autter Of wet snowdrops.
II have everything arranged" she
said.
For the first time the full realiza.
hon Of what she must face gripped
her. She hadn't let herself think.
She had not really believed it. She
had thought that something would
happen not miracle Of course,
but something. 80.
She Was afraid she was going to |
BE- i'll on the subway going home. |
She turned 90 pale that ! woman
sitting nesr her opened . large
black satchel and offered her . bot
10 Of smelling salts.
The doorman looked 1t her
strangely VIII n she entered the
apartment building. She thought
hat the elevator boys glance was
luixsical, too.
II can't stay here" she thought,
listractsdly. "I've got to get away.
lrs. Manchester win n . tics-or
Maxine. couldn't. . tan d e. oh.
was . fool TO leave my wedding
Ing behind, and start out @ Miss
Lansing. Why, Maxine even asked
~ e ! WAS married, and I said no,
md ! could just - well have
aid. :"
Things that shs. eolld havs said
vant leaning through her tired