Show cull BOW by MARIA CRAWFORD mo coper p Y 1911 by associated assoc abed L ferary press va 1 lobely misa alias celia play some more demanded betty getting up to spread out her white skirts with mith prec sion before sitting down again I 1 have to keep this dress nice you know because mother has gone down the mountain to the station to meet my uncle and he Is most particular about th tho way I 1 look so your uncle Is coming what is he ike 1 ke bettya mother lother said she hoped he would fall in love ive with you for she thought you were the finest girl she ever knew I 1 can t tell you what he a like cause its been a long time since I 1 saw him he a been traveling tor for a long while daddy said he a been in love lov with some girl who rho marry him but mother laughed and eaid said he be was silly to say such a thing for all the girls adore uncle bob and he lie could just take his choice it if he wanted any of them YOU sever never told me that his nahne was bob betty danti D t I 1 na ell that doesn doean t make any difference does it dont don t you I 1 II 11 I 1 e the name of bob miss cella it yes of course dear I 1 I 1 just t remember having beard heard his name you haven t told me what be he Is III hie e betty big as a barn daddy says that s the most ive thing you can say about uncle bob robert mayfield Is a very pretty name isn t it if that a not his name he Is moth er a brother now please play afraid to arouse the child a con on by too many questions miss alias fella relia tucked the violin lovingly un der her ch n and softly drew the fra ie le bow across the strings in a min i 0 IN N A ia 11 jerk J erk s i its mighty sad bad sounding tite vie she had forgotten the rapt little face of the child before her and was living again in her romantic past which had been of so short duration that it often seemed as mysterious and unreal unreal as a dream that a grand miss cella celia the child a voice brought her back to the present its it s mighty sad sounding though it makes cold shivers run up and down my back and I 1 hurt way may inside mother says that sounds like I 1 had the heartache but of course she said I 1 am too little for that I 1 hope you will stay too little to know the agony said miss celia suddenly wrapping her violin to put it away play one jolly piece and make me feel good miss cella celia try that one where leaves are dancing it sounds just like the leaves do out there on the mountain when the wind blows what a flatterer you are betty one more then I 1 must stop else the people over in the hotel will be ask ing me to move no they won t everybody says they love to hear you play old mr air wilson says that you can make a for tune by playing on the stage this Is the loveliest cottage I 1 ever saw how long are you going to stay on the mountain miss alias cella 9 I 1 dont don t know dear I 1 feel as it if I 1 would mould like to stay here aldas I 1 know all the girls are charming said bob thorne to his sister as they went slowly up the mou mountain etain road but please keep them at a distance I 1 came down here to visit you and betty for a week of course I 1 will meet your friends I 1 dont don t wart to be a boor but don t expect any ches berfield ter field stuff of me or you will be dis appointed betty a mother looked at the six feet of splendid manhood all right she said quietly and began to believe her husband husbands s story of bob a love affair I 1 haven t seen miss cella celia all day I 1 wonder why she chasn t played any there listen uncle bob my miss celia playing now betty moved closer to her big un cle where he sat on the hotel steps and laid her hand on his knee eald said the man softly cella celia it was almost twilight and there was a quiet hush on the mountain the notes of the violin came to his ears and their music was no louder than the sound of the south nind m ind as it sighed through the pine trees cad end stirred the maple leaves touched with the crimson of the fall fail there was mas the pain of an aching heart in the music of the strings and betty nestled closer to the man and turned her pink palm to meet the big hand that had closed over her small one soon the music changed the notes grew light and happy and then launched into a triumphant love 1 song it was as if the player himself were calling to her mate and it seemed so insistent was ras the call that if such were the case he must answer even though he had to come across a world to her come betty said bob thorna thorne hoarsely take me over to see your miss alias cella celia I 1 wanted to take you this morn ing but you said you hoped you would be delivered from any girls here im awful glad were going I 1 just can cant if get along without seeing miss cella celia every day betty pushed open the door and peered in the shadows of the living room in the cottage walt wait she whispered to the man beside her and went in alone hello miss celia lets light the candles so we can see that task accomplished betty de banded more music so it was that alst ji st as miss celia lifted the little rosewood instrument to her shoulder bob thorae thorne finding that be he could wait no longer stepped into the glow of the candles this said betty proudly is my miss alias cella celia uncle bob entirely gravely question ed the man as be he took miss celia celias a cold little bands hands in his own the introduction effected betty went off in search of mibs cellas mother and the cookies that were always ready for her well asked the man Is it al at ways to be just the violin cel a his tone held the bitterness of long suffering not it if you if you still want me answered ans the girl breathlessly then when she was clasped close to him a voice from somewhere under his chin said oh I 1 was ras so afraid it t be you after all and you wouldn t hear tonight cella celia how hom did it happen what has come to change you soa time said uella nita and sorrowful loneliness art may be enough for some women gob bob but I 1 am not one of the elect elect scornfully I 1 thought I 1 owed it to mother to make something out of my music when I 1 had been so carefully aducat ed I 1 tried harder than ever after you went rent away after you sent me away he in but my genius came down to merely talent and igrec I 1 grew discouraged I 1 broke down then gave up my col lege work and came to the mountains to get strong and try to forget you but when I 1 met betty I 1 gave up all hope of forgetting for foe she has your way of demanding things and getting what she wants not always there was mas a shadow in the man mans s eyes at thought of his lonely journey over the world to for get one face and the sound of one violin don dont t look like that bob cried the girl I 1 am so much better fit ter for you if it if you still want me there was a pause while he proved to her entire satisfaction again how much he wanted her you know I 1 tried to believe that I 1 was a modern woman I 1 wanted a career and tame fame betty made me realize that a happy life for a woman Is bounded by love and a home god bless betty said her uncle fervently when I 1 heard that a man was ras coming and all they told me wis that his name was mas bob and that he was big I 1 hoped oh ob j ou don t know how I 1 hoped and prayed that he would prove by some miracle to be OU so you are willing to give up a career for mea III never play again bob unless you want to hear me that will be often dear I 1 am not selfish and III never be jealous of your violin again to tell you the truth I 1 have run from the sound of a violin for a year for the music of one always made me want you you ran to it tonight only because I 1 knew the sound of your bow on the strings and I 1 knew that I 1 would find you here so you are really go ng to give up walking the boards in the glare of the foot root I 1 gats yes said the girl happily for a space no larger than the circle of 0 your arms and the lighta of one man a eyes |