The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-02
By Sop.,ie Kerr

been a glorious dream and there was the great consolation that he would come back again before very long. As she had promised, she let her pupils go but she did not miss them. Alice Moreland who had stayed away while How ard was there began to come in again. Edgar was in France, but she heard from him often enough to make her, if not more cheerful at least less desperately afraid and she put up a show of bravery not to disturb Amy. The two young women sat sewing together. This child is surely going to be surpris- ed by the hemstitching and em- broidered scallops on his clothes, declared Mary dickson. She her. self began a double blanket which was far too intricate for what she knew about crocheting and would never be finished in time, she com- plained every time she worked at it.
 Beside the needlework there was always Amy's music. She played a great deal, not hard working practice, but for her own pleasure. She had never before noticed how definitely certain com posers influenced her thoughts, her spirit, how directly they moved her to another varying ambiene. Its not the usual metal response to a change in rhythms," she told Mary. "They change my thoughts as if they spoke to me. Bach is kind and good, but a little detach- ed; Brahms scolds and leases and asks why I don't use my brain; Chopin shows off beauty a little too consciously, and Schubert shows off beauty, too, but uncon- sciously an1 as if he wants to con- vert the world to nothing else; Mozart never forgets the convne- tional formalities of his kings and courtiers, but Beethoven, yes, and Franck-oh. Mary they understand all poor struggling stupid mortals. They give them their own vision of immortality. They don't deny pain and sorrow, but look at them with sort of noble dignity that turns away their edge"
 "RationaliZation of the masters! I quite like it, only I don't think you're doing Mozart justice"
 I'm not doing any of them | justice, but that's what they say tC l me, as nearly as I can put it into words. I don't know that l ought | to try to put it into words. I re- member once being very superior with Jane Terry about describing | one art in terms of another though I'm not doing exactly that
 Jane Terry-you know she's | really coming tomorrow? Rosa $ so pleased" Amy turned back to the piano and went on playing. Mary was not done with the subject: "You know l haven't seen the girl yet I'm vulgarly curious about her Could we ask her to tea, with Rosa? It wouldn't put you out?" Above the pattern of. Anitra' $ Dance, Amy answered reproach- fully: This is your home, isn't it :? You ask anybody you want for tea, lunch, dinner, breakfast or midnight snacks, and it. all right with me and you know it. You | really ought not to miss Jane. She's quite a person. We'll get out the Minton cups and the lace tea cloth and I'll make cinnamon toast and fancy sandwiches"
 It was, she thought, inevitable that she should see Jane, and bet ter right here, so if there was the least thing lurking in Jane's mind about Nancy-besides, if she asked Jane here it would show her that she wasn't afraid. The doubts she had expressed to Howard awoke again, but were not so dark. How ards strength stood between her and all danger, all alarm. She end ed Tnitras trippings with delicate vaunting flourish: You go right ahead and make the date now. Miss Rosa might have some other plans and Jane probably won't stay long. She never does.'
 | Copyright. 1884, by Sophie kerr)
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