The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1934-09-28
Yesterdays Song
By THAYER WALDO
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
wNU Service.

women envious and disappoint so
many men,"
Lavinia's smile seemed a trlfe
forced.
Thank YOU" she said; you're
sweet to have thought Of it. Have
you-that is, do the others know?"
Hortense laughed lightly.
Certainly not, darling! l wouldn't
dream of spelling such a dramatic
surprise. I've planned to keep it until
after luncheon. Do you mind?"
"Oh, no"
Chattily Hortense went on: 81 made
this an affair just for women be-
cause | couldn't bear to think of all
the males in Hollywood overcome by
despair right here in my house. I
really don't believe you know, Vim,
how you've captured hearts in these
last six months. Why, you've become
such a radiantly different person. Is
it your success in pictures, or Felix?"
Il don't know. Perhaps it's just
that I've grown into the habit of
acting and carry it on away from the
studio, too"
After a quick glance at her, Hor-
tense casually remarked:
well, whatever's the answer,
you've blossomed marvelously. l re-
member when l first met you, low
forlorn and unhappy you seemed. I
realized later that was because you'd
just separated from Raoul. But time
heals all wounds, doesn't it?''
Eyes, l suppose it does"
by the way" the hostess pursued,
shave you ever heard from him
since?"
Lavinia's golden head shook a slow
negative.
"Not directly. l heard that he gave
up his job to come here when stayed,
but I've never seen him; he didn't
even appear at the divorce hearing"
Beyond the French windows, upon
the broad lawn, were spaced dozen
or more daintily appointed tables.
Soft music sounded family.
"Oh, how delightful" Lavinia cried.
San orchestra, too?"
Eyes," Hortense said, leading her
onto the terrace; Il thought it might
be nice, and it's patriotic. They're q
little group from the artists bureau
of the unemployment relief agency.
All, there's Mrs. Fiberg; excuse me a
moment, will your"
Lavinia wasn't conscious Of her
going, nor of anything else in that
thronged scene save the one figure
she had suddenly glimpsed. There be-
meath the acacia tree he stood, brown
hair windblown, baton moving deity
in his long fingers as he led the musi-
clans. RaOul! Silently her lips formed
the name, as a brief wave of mixed
feeling swept her. Then Hortense was
beside her once more, introducing
someone.
For the next quarter hour she had
no chance even to glance in his direc-
ton. But, moving among the guests
to exchange social amenities, her
thoughts were constantly of him.
At last Hortense guided her to the
table where they would have lunch
con. 1t was within a few yards of
Raoul and his men. She had been
seated but a moment when from be-
hind her burst forth the rich, wild
strains Of Ozark Eyes" played upon
a violin. Her heart missed a beat,
only to resume with furious pound
ing that drove the hot blood into her
throat and temples. He had seen her,
then, for this was their love song
the one he had played that first night
they spoke of love.
"Why, dear grill" Hortense was
leaning anxiously toward her. you've
scarcely eaten a morsel. Don't tell me
I've been stupid enough to have things
you dislike!''
Lavfnia smiled, murmured some
thing in denial, and mechanically
picked up a fork. An instant more
and Raouls instrument was still.
Hortense finally suggested they go
indoors for demi-tasse and liqueurs.
Lavinia rose resolutely, and without
a look behind started across the
grass. She had heard the quiet clatter
and rustic of departure among the
musicians; shortly they would be gone
and this fantastic interlude but a
memory. Soon Raoul would be out of
her life again and everyone would
hear of her engagement to Felix
Aaronson, the brilliant young pro-
Queer. -.
She reached the portico last; the
others had all gone in. An insistent
impulse gripped her and she turned.
Alone by the acacia's sleek trunk was
Raoul, violin yet in hand. A mask Of
infinite sad bitterness was upon his
face. The deep gray eyes gazed toward
her, brooding.
Lavinia's sob was barely audible.
Over the close-trimmed turf she ran
swiftly to the man beneath the tree.
Miss Prout found Hortense seated
by herself in far corner of the music
room, slipping chartreuse and smoking.
''Oh, I've been looking for you 7"
ratified Miss Prout. Here's the an
nouncement you asked me to type.
win you want to read it now?'
NO." replied Hortense, smiling just
a bit; mo, 1 shan't, Georgia. You may
as well tear it up. The lady it con-
Germs was Unexpectedly called away
because of-of some music-some
music 1 took the liberty to arrange