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"Come along with us," said she. "We
are going up to the north tree."
"Where we werebefere," added Trask
111 explanation. "AU the trees have
names. There must be severe' thou-
sand on the place, but I bave yet to
:find one that hasn't been christened.
Mr, Witherspoon named them."
I responded that I had not had the
,pleasure of seeing that gentleman.
"You probably never got him in a
good light," said Trask. "Otherwise be
is too thin to be visible. Ile is so thin
that the wind blows him around the
estate, and you'll always find him on
the leeward side. The wind's north to-
-day; he'll have drifted down by the
lake,"
As to the invitation to accompany
them it naturally seemed one made to
be declined, and I was surprised to dis-
',cover that both master and pupil were
:sincere in their wish for my society.
We walked up to the north tree almost
in silence, and when we had sat down
upon the' ground in great comfort we
fell into a most despondent strain of
conversation. "Sad stories of the
.tleath of kings" would have seemed
like merry jests in the midst of our
talk.
I was again strongly reminded of
• some one else when Miss Jones was
speaking. She had ways of using
words that appealed vainly to my
• memory again and again. But the clew
was nearer to me than it had been be-
fore, and presently the truth flashed
'up before me—the girl reminded me
• of my father.
Continuing to speak when it seemed
sto be my turn, but without putting any
sthought into what I was saying, I be -
:Igen to arrange the evidence in my
mind. I knew that Miss Jones had
come out of the orchard that morning,
!but did that prove that she was the
:girl? Certainly not. She was a friend
.of the girl and had been her guest for
a night.
She had evidently been much in my
father's company. I had found her
• portrait infour house. She was Sibyl's
:friend, and Sibyl was the girl. My si-
ren of the lake had been Sibyl—surely
-mot Miss Jones, for she had not the
-,throat of a singer.
Wet even at this time it was no easier
;for Inc• to believe that the girl was
Sibyl than to accept the conclusion that
.my father's ward sat before me there
-on the grass. The girl, to me, remain -
et distinct from both of them; her real
personality hovered just beyond my
mental grasp. If she were Sibyl, thea
some strange transformation bed taken
place; some image had effaced my con -
/used recollection of the child, substi-
stating itself instead and in such form
!that I could not recognize the two as
,different views of the same individual.
Returning to 'the consideration of
•Trask, I asked myself why he bad ai-
rways shown such feeling for the girl,
-why he had sent the lilies to her?
"I give him up," said I suddenly,
:speaking aloud, to my owu surprise
:and confusion. •
"Give whom up?" demanded Trask.
"There was some kind of a biting
bug flying around," said I weakly,
'"and I had been trying to catch him."
This explanation was received with
eredence, yet I felt the need of divert-
ing attention.
"Trask," said I, "we've fallen into a
,great fit of the blues for no especial
reason that I can see, and you're the
worst of the three. Tell me candidly
what stems to you to be the matter
with this world. I speak of,general
,prIneiples, of course, arid not of your
private affairs."
"The trouble with life," said he,
frowning, "is that a man is asked to
fight battles after they are done, to
wave bis sword upon lost fields and
beg the dead of yesterday to arise and
follow him."
"That sounds to me like some form
sof fatalism," said L
"It is a general kick," growled Trask.
"I am not ambitious to give it a philo-
sophical title. Destiny has too much
the start of a man. He arrives
:ninon prearranged conditions and
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"Don't you care, if he's all right him-
self," said a voice. "Ile'll get across."
I beheld Lucy Ann, who came softly
around the big bush in the shade of
which Trask was sitting.
Trask's countenance brightened re-
markably as he sprang to his feet.
"I thought you couldn't come," said
he. "Your aunt was very discourag-
ing."
"Well, here I am," said Luey Ann
'cheerfully. "Isn't this lovely?"
She sat down beside Miss Jones upon
the farther side from Trask and fanned
herself contentedly with a battered
palm leaf,' Her Quaker suit had been
freshly ironed and looked quite spick
and span.
"Dearly beloved," said she, breaking
a silence that had fallen upon us, "we
are met together here upon this solemn
occasion to roll up .the bright sun in
the blue sky, tie it with a string and
bury It in the cold, cold ground. What
is the matter with you folks?"
"We were rearranging the universe,"
said I, "and not doing it well."
"It's queer," said she, "that the man
who is least fit to do it is always the
one that wants to. I should think a
despondent fellow would know that he
oughtn't to try. If you'll take your
pencil and go to work, Mr. Trask, you
won't feel that way. The reason why
the world was made in six days—such a
terrible lot to do in so short a thue--was
so that it might be a cheerful place to
live in, being the product of hard work.
That shocks your orthodoxy, doesn't
it?" she added, taking Miss Jones'
hand with a quick, childish movement.
"There's nothing so shocking as your
own creed stated by a heretic. You
must know that I'm an agnostic, Mr.
Terry. I've read one book about it all
through. Another would kill me "
"You sit still," said Trask, taking up
his pencil, "just as you are. Don't
move or breathe for 15 minutes, and
I'll have you this time."
The little Quakeress'froze to a statue
while Trask worked away as if for his
life. Ile, had shifted his position so
that he faced the two girls. Lucy Ann
was looking away from him, but it
seemed to me that Miss Jones was
studying him closely every moment
and not for the sake of art.
Somehow she seemed to me then a
higher type of woman. There was an
earnestness in her face that I had not
seen before, and it became her. Be-
yond question she was the most beau-
tiful creature that I had ever beheld,
and the idea that Trask could pay his
court to her for any other cause than
her own obvious attractions fell away
from my mind. The thing simply
would not permit itself to be thought
of in her presence.
Trask finished his sketch with en-
thusiasm, and Miss Jones and I were
permitted to see it as he was adding
the last strokes. It was a remarkable
study, very pleasing to the eye, but not
a portrait. Miss Jones viewed it and
expressed her appreciation in technical
terms. And last of all It was exhibit-
ed to Lucy Ann, who seemed to be
startled by this delicious flattery. She
glanced quickly at Trask and her
cheeks flushed.
"It doesn't look like me," she said,
"I wish it did."
Trask took the sheet into his hands
and slowly tore it into strips while
Lucy Ann gazed up at him in a way
which, I grieve to say, reminded me
'slightly of a hungry little dog watching
his master eat up the last scrap of the
dinner.
"The thing was a total failure," he
said. "I don't know why. It seemed
all right while I was doing it. Did you
want it, Lucy Ann?'
He bad glanced down into her eyes.
"Yes," said she simply, and my hand
Itched for a grip of ,the fellow's collar.
"How many have you already?" he
asked, with a laugh.
"A few," said Lucy Ann.
"I'll make you a better one," said he,
"better than any of them, a really good
one. You—just—wait."
He spoke the last Words slowly and
Shook his finger at her.
"I don't want one that looks like me,"
said she. "I want one just like that."
She pointed downward at the white
fragments on the grass. So it pleased
the little girl to be idealized by this
particular artist.
Then and there I made up my mind
to speak privately to Trask and tell
him gently to get out.
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CHAPTER XI.
TEE MD= OP TIM SONO.
N a lonesome Swiss village I
Met a crippled youth, the son
of an Alpine guide, and he
COuld sing remarkably svell.
lis repertory was not large, but it in -
Bolted geed taste dad an 'unhappylspoS1tIon,
lispoSition, both of which are supposed
o be necessary elements of the artistic
emperatnent.
One day I heard the singer exercising ,
his voice upon something exceptionally
weird, Miner and Meltinchely, itnd
when 1asked iiin Whitt it Was h re-
plied that Iso had ambled It the pre -
ion a night, It wad Insistently ineont- •
plete, and be had stipplied only one
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line of words, which May be translated
thus: "The path was straight and
neither long nor steep." All the rest
Was tra-la-la, as be sang
At nay request lie 'spoke the singly
line, Se that X might catch it exactly.
"The path was a ray of light from
ber window," he added lit explanation.
"The woman he loved, you under.
stand."
"Well?" said 1 in an encouraglug
fashion.
"That path," he continued, "was sup.
ported upon little snow wreaths"—and
be waved his hand with a gentle, undu-
lating motion, as if indicating the un-
substantial arches of the drifting
storm. "It led straight to her"—and
here he paused and looked up into my
face—"over a chasm as deep as the
world."
Hedrew his liand sbarply across in
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front of him, as if his Angers had been
the blade of a magic knife to carve the
Impassable rift, of his dream to the
very heart of the globe,
"The Amen saw the way, but could
not go," he hastened to say, afraid, as
an artist always is at such a moment,
that his pearls might have been east
before swine.
Seeing that I had not failed to com-
prehend, he settled back upon his bench
and glancetl downward with a shiver
at his helpless and distorted legs.
A month or more afterward in Berlin
I put this air into a form that made a
song of it, though the finished composi-
tion was sadly inferior to the frag-
ment. I was fully aware of this, but
1 had to do it. There was no ,otber
way to get the thing out of my head.
Also I wrote some verses which sound-
ed like those familiar English trans-
lations of classical German songs made
by a person ignorant of both languages
and of the art of poetry. Yet a patient
and discerning listener might gather
from my lines the gist of the poor
young Switzer's notion.
This little story is necessary to the
telling of a. strange thing that hap-
pened on Mrs. Witherspoon's lake. It
may have been four or five days later
than the incidents described In the last
chapter, and meanwhile I had been
making a most egregious donkey of
myself from purely altruistic motives.
I had devoted myself to Miss joues,
taking her away from Trask whenever
I could—and, singularly enough, that
did not seem to be very diefieult. Such
small artifices as I am master of fre-
quently sufficed to divide the sketching
party under the north tree into two
groups, thus giving Inc an opportunity
to talk with but one listeuer—some-
times without any at all, I dare sear,
looking back upon it now.
My amiable Intention was to give
Trask a chat:see to learn the truth of his
own heart. 1 had changed my mind
about telling him to go away, and had
decided that he was really in love wig
Miss Witherspoon and didn't know it.
That she loved him was beyond ques-
tion, and it seemed no more than fait
that she should be seen for herself and
not hidden in the light of another girl's
beauty.
X have mentioned the report that Miss
Jones was an heiress, a rumor wIsich,
M the singular conditions prevailing, I
was not able to verify. She certainly
had the way of one accustomed to
everything that money can buy. But
I never really charged Trask with mer-
cenary motives. I believed that be was
dazzled, that he was under the spell of
a physical allurement, which, I am will-
ing to confess, was strong enough sorue-
times to make me tremble. For the
girl was beautiful beyond belief, and
that's the truth about it.
The experienced reader will say at
once that I was doing the worst thing
possible, and to this opinion I can add
that nothing else need be expected of
Inc. In matters of romance I am the
complete and perfect blunderhead. Poor
little Lucy Ann! That I should wish
her well and plot in her behalf was
enough of itself alone to lose the game.
This had been going on for the best
part of a week, as I have said, and I was
beginning to wonder in odd moments
whether it was my heart or Trask's
that was the subject of the experiment,
when fate removed the bandage from
any eyes for a small part of a second.
We were walking in the edge of the
north grove—we four—and this time it
was Lucy Ann's society with whicb I
was favored. I am of the opinion that
Trask and Miss Jones, who were
ahead, thought that we had stopped to
pick borne roses. We hadn't, and the
result was that we came upon them
unexpectedly as they stood under a'
gnarled tree with a great black trunk
that looked as broad as a barn door.
can see them now outlined against
that sMgular background, the girl
aglow, self luminous with her beauty;
orBUOICIEM Jsints !a 1. hi
n y a Trifllng Co
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WiNCHA Ti 1"4'4 .T kvir.111 2(1.
Tree% in white flannels and looking
remarkably handsome, Me had prob- PAINE
ably pleked up her handicerehief and
iii returning it bad raised her hand to
bis lips. Then she had added another
hand, elasping his, and had met Itis
eyes as he looked up. The picture was,
a perfect revelation—very sweet, yet
sad, as if the two bad been parting
forever.
It was all in a flash, and they were
nttltude again, tun-
ing to greet us and startled by the
snapping of a twig under my foot.
Lucy Aun was a very little behind Inc.
I shot a quick glance at her, and she
seemed, not to have seen. Surely if slice
bad she was a thoroughbred. I gave
no hint to her, nor she to me, uniese
perhapsleis.
e,there. was less color in Ler
ei
In the evening of this day occurred
the incident of the lake. The Ore was
burning upon the rocks for the third
time. Once since the first interchange
of songs I had found the beacon aflame
and had thrilled to that wonderful
voice again, responding humbly with
nay own for want of a better. I think
the experience had helped to preserve
me from Miss Jones. Upon this third
occasion it was consolation and a
cheering view of life that I required,
for I was bearing some of Lucy Ann's
burden, and it was enough to sink the
boat. Why did my father pass to me
this spark of sympathy as the Greek
racers handed on the toreb? He car-
ries it easily, and it lights his way, but
it merely burns my fingers.
When I drew softly up along the
path of the fire, the girl was standing
beside it, and she seemed to be per-
forating some sort of incantation. It
may be, however, that she was only
putting on some wood. Her face was
turned away, and suddenly she disap-
peared iuto the invisible space beyond
the blaze.
I sang a little song of Schumann's
because it was short, and the girl, after
The picture was a perfect revelation,
a pause long enough to excite my ap-
prehension, responded with "The River
and the Rose." I thought the line,
"What bast thou done with the rose?"
might have some reference to my
slighted token of flowers, but this idea
did not come to me till the song was
done. While she sang it was impossi-
ble to think of anything. It was a
matter of pure emotion. However,
since questions were in order, I did my
poor best with "Who Is Sylvia?"
I was in hopes that her reply would
throw some light upon the question,
Who is the girl in the orchard? But
for some minutes I was rewarded only
by chords of the guitar, untranslatable,
not meant to be understood.
Then the girl began to sing even
more softly than usual, as if to herself.
I have never been able to understand
the acoustic properties of that spot.
The little elift' might well have acted
as a sort of sounding board, but the
ascending column ot air due to the firs
should have neutralized the effect Lad
to a certain degree muffled the tone to
my ear. Yet there was a spot upon
the water where I could get a most
remarkable illusion of nearness. The
singer would seem to be beside me,
and more than once I felt that strange
chill of the supernatural and looked
almost fearfully into the shadows that
were cleft by the. path of light. This
time the miracle was twofold, for not
only was the voice incredibly 'star, but
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She sang only a part of it, and I
could not make out whether she was 4.
using my words or indeed any words •
at all. But it was my song for a cer-
tainty. The incident belonged In dream-
land, where the melody itself was born.
I bad sung it very little abroad, prob-
ably not more than half a dozen times,
except when alone. The manuscript
was nailed up In a. box with various
documents, papers and books contain-.
lug records of laboratory work which
I had shipped from Germany. I had
seen that box unopened in our house
since my return. ,
In New York I had not sung except
In my room at the hotel when my
father was there, and once afterward
to Cushing. If I had favored either of
them with that particular composition,
beyond a doubt I should have told the
story of it, and I could not remember
to have done so. In fact, I would
have staked my head that the song had
never been heard in this country until
the girl gave voice to it there upon the
reeks behind her veil of flame.
It seemed that she did not know it
all, for she broke off in the middle of
a phrase and went back to the begin-
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the girl was singing my Swiss song,
which she couldn't possibly know.
(To be continued.)
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