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Show Hit jk'i feyfi) J I P I ml j Listening Eats j i at 111 r .v Mhm i i Bft-laaafv' 3 Bv Dorothy Doudu BaaVJmMPv ' tCetyrtiht, 1117, by the McClura Nawspe-LaaH' Nawspe-LaaH' Waff ' per aBOlca'a.) H 'P-R-'' " Mildred lilted a soft air as she V Ps' v ' wound her great colla of coppery hair aaatt V'P tout her small head. It framed her, LaV 1' c T1 ',ce ,lko burnished braid of old Hp vi" r ? peld. Her eyes were wistful and her Kf IW ',' ' aoSK drooped, like' a tiny bird that ' Hy W 'ft '" Ptters wearily home to the nest J &,' 11 .k; ., Sometimes the quaint airs that Mil-1 fe tts .'&- 4wd saBg were light and happy ; then ' pi Vj sjfaJsi they told of a henry heart that Wm r'W-i '? for mt Bd 7et "p,,n ther" H fe ,v.,a was, tremendous grandeur In her song, 1 Issssc rao"" toM te " H fo 'i 'JtMdred could not have repeated the H$ W ,'i-V'lHatat' alnrthat her heart fashioned aaavl IftC Ma- They were little snatches M fe fc if' Pslon la song that were, as' gBr JC 'aawataaeoaa as they were tuneful. : p i4''faW dM net realise that her notes ti $?Mrerei herding themselves together In I & m alaty compositions that were full of gW fr ' & .' BaHmnt and harmony. LaV iv ' ',' ' - t white-haired musician that , lib' .isat by his window la the room above LaaH fiffifamEi. 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I aVlilnV 0ld.Wra that sobs had aaaaaaaaal'' I 'JfM thf()ust)!rd'g notaf, saaaaaaaaal1 ll & flAaiilwurnter.vlienth; md ltttlo H .-.f I -f ttatodylwaB . Hojvn i.oa.i paper, David's saaaaaaaaal ; a VMVi.ugUp,VH7hlB big saaaaaaaaal llMlil hounded In. aVwamdartal.smllo gasaaaaaaal 1 'Stwahliwi'a.. LaaaaaaaB mm''' fiW$$& kBaBKmaawi fpiii ' 'r7','": v saaaaaaaaaawsaaiPgk.-, .. ... iL . iaMm., m .nn. im aaaaaaaaaaaaaa v ; j -ii. ' W ,- k4, saaaaaaaaaaaaav' ', -"fo'n -, .im The old man gasped, .turned a bit white, then, like the sbldlr that he too was at heart, ho clasped the great boy In hla arms. "(Jot my commission to-day," an nounced .the boy proudly, and then for a second was silent Finally he said, with a catch In his voice; "My violin, uncle, 1, wnnt you to keep It for me. I couldn't trust It to anyone else." "I'll treasure It, my boy' David told him softly. "You're, giving up a great career tho world Is beginning to listen lis-ten to your fiddle." He put his arm ncroHS the khaki shoulders. "But you have taken up a greater career, brave aoldler." Young David laughed off the. moment mo-ment of emotion that threatened his recently acquired manhood, and picked! up his violin. David had but lately passed twenty-one. He played something rollicking and happy to sweep away the tears, and when his uncle' was, smiling he smiled. "My boy," said the old composer, "Just run over those gems In that gray, book. I want, you to hear .them." The young soldier picked up the book and glanced quickly through It. They were the snatches of melody cap lured, from the throat of the songbird upstalrsT" David breathed heavily while he drew hla bow over those quaint notes, and hla checks became flushed and his eyes brilliant. He was the tempera mental musical genius while he played. His soul was fluttering among the poets, breathing their breath, gripping their emotions. Yet his body waa clothed In khaki. "Undergo demanded breathlessly, "where did they come from t Are hey your own? They're gems gems polished pol-ished by spirit breath. I have never played anything more human, mora divine." He waa Angering the page lovingly white ae spoke, At that- moment Mildred rose from the bed ea which she had thrown her salt la misery. She shook hack her stoppers aad held, herself la scorn fotha,vlnf,'glven way to so alight a grief. ,Thre' were big things being daie la the world, and she waa a pygmy. She knew that with faith In ,the good of all things, she would And jlway pf helping the brave fighting And lathe ecstasy of a newly found strength, with which to flint on her throat unplnloned its notes and a grandeur of song pierced the twilight i The old composer and his nephew aat below with hushed breath. "There," .whispered the one, "thereto, "there-to, where, they came from, and i she jaoeaat.kaew it." He smiled quietly In the shadowed Teora. The picturesque way,' with which to acquaint Mildred with her ewa genius suddenly came to Mm, He looked fondly at the black rumpled head of his big nephew. That the soldier's spirit waa already up there meeting with the girl's waa quite evlaeattrea the 'exalted look In his eye.. , ' And In her room Mildred suddenly 'felt a hot flash stinging her cheeks. (Someone seemed to have taken her closely within hla. arms, and when -her glowing eyea could see through the scarf of love that enveloped her she saw that the arms .were kbakl-clad. And eokljf a' little, beyond she saw a ,vlolM lying on the table, and beside it, sitting 'lth a wonderful smile, In his dearJUueeyes, waa a white-haired' mm' Wi . ' ' Mlldreallooked at her cheeks In the mirror. IYes, there was color there. A doorhWaed in the .room below, and; presently w heard a knock on her own -door. ' When they stood looking nt one another, an-other, young David and Mildred, the old asaa'aetow fancied his Metealajt eara caught tho oft swish of soul as they scurried Into the 'meeting place of all. lovers.. ''' Artd out In the world these little snatches of melody were to" be wafted from one heart to', another, to take their proper .place among the .compositions .com-positions of the century. Sandy ef the Engine Room. The chief engineer, n Scot, . '. . Certainly and always I Passenger' ship, freighter, yacht, from .hero to Sues and bnck, rignln, the. mau In charge of tho engine room probably Is a Scot There Is no special reuson for It; It Just happens that way. Tiero Is tho old story, told with rest today by travelers trav-elers who will swear that they wit-ncsacd wit-ncsacd tho doings, of an American and an Kngtl.slmmil who beguiled tho time nwny In Shnnghui by waging goodly Minis on (heir odd achievements of knowledge. Tho Englishman, of course, was liehlnd In ilia game, but tlmilly ho lilt upon n brilliant wager; he bet that ovcry ship malting ready to sail Unit day carried n icot In the englnp room. Ro to every engine voonj door they went and called "Sunny," "Mae." And ovcry ov-cry engine room pavo Its reply. Tho story must be ns'old n's tho steam engine. en-gine. Tho bet could bo won today. "Tho chief engineer, a Scot." -New York Sun. |