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THE PEE: OMAHA. SUNDAY. DECEMBER 11, 1021. 5-M MUSI C By HENRIETTA M. REES. DEEMS TAYLOR who hat fallen heir to the muiicil col umn of the late Jamei Gib bons Huneker on the New York World, recently entered into a con troversy with Reinold Werrenrath about program making. Among other points made by this versatile writer, he had the following to tay about "lightening" programa: There is a curious assumption among musicians that serious mu sic is always solemn. Mr. Wer 'renrath says, for instance, that a recital composed of the best songs he knows would be a doleful af fair, "since lighter verse rarely inspires a composer to put forth hi best efforts. Still, one of the best songs ever written and one of the most effective in his own repertoire is Grieg's "Lauf der Veil." And how about Schubert's "Hcidcnroeslcin?" Or Moussorg sky'a "The Siege of Kazan?" Moreover, singers always excuse ending their recitals with senti mental ballads, on the ground that such music lightens a program. Yet nothing on earth is so lugubri ous as the text of a sentimental ballad. The themes most harped upon are three, all very sad. First comes the bent, white-haired mother, more beautiful than any queen, into whose arms the world weary, disillusioned singer would fain creep, there to rest his tired head. Next we have a little road, or lane, or boulevard, or path (a big one would never do at all)" that leads to an equally little house, or cottage, or home; fre quently there is someone feminine "standing in the doorway with a welcoming smile in her eyes of blue. And oh, if the singer could only-go back to it, and herl Some times, in the last verses, he has, and they are both gray-haired. Last of the trio is contracting in its moods. Yesterday the sun shone, and the birds sang, and the grass was green, because you were here; now it is cloudy, and the birds are all dead, and the wind ' is keen, because you are gone. "Lighten,'' indeed 1 By the way, Mr. Werrenrath conies for the Tuesday Musical club January 19. ' - Stanley Letovsky told us the other day that he had heard that Hans Al bert, a former Omaha violinist, had died recently. Hans Albert came to Omaha some 30 years ago, and his tremendous talent amounting almost to genius, immediately placed him in a prominent position in the city's musical activities. He taught here for several years, having a large class, and his recital appearances were many. His personal eccentricities were pronounced, and for many years he has been an inmate of the Hospital for 'the Insane at Hastings. 1 In speaking of him Mr. Letovsky said, "He had genius, but not con centration.' Had he had both his life story might have been different." Hans Albert was a member of the Thomas orchestra before his resi dence in Omaha. Bronislaw Huberman, violinist, will appear ad the Brandeis theater December 18., jn joint, recital with Irene Pavloska, operatic "mezzo so prano. Mr. Huberman showed his musical inclinations' at an early age, and through the co-operatiou of his father he was given many oppor tunities. , At the age of 7 he played Spohr's second violin concerto. His studies were ' subsequently pursued under Joachim, and later made public- appearances, being everywhere 1 -, . f T- ' . . - .1 naneq as a prouigy. ne mieiesicu Adelina Patti, who engaged him to appear at "her farewell concert in Viefina,. 1895, when he was but 12 years of age. A year later, he played the. Brahms Concerto before that master, winning his warm approval. This tour of America follows an ab sence from this country of 24 years. Irene Pavloska is a member of the Chicago Opera company and is said to possess a rich r mezzo soprano voice, which combined with sincerity and versatility, wins her an ever growing clientele of those esthesians who appreciated a well rounded artist. She has gained much appreciation for her work "from the Chicago critics. The program: The program: Concerto E. Minor, Opus 64. .Mendelssohn Allegro molto App&sslonata. Andante ' ., ' .... Allegretto ma non troppo Allegro molto vivace. ' ' Mr. Huberman. II. (a) Plalsir D Amour Martini (b) Do Not Go, My Love Hajjeman (c) Morning Oley Speaks Miss Pavlaska. III. ' , (a) Nocturne E Flat Major cS,?p,n (b) La Caprlcleuso Elgar Mr, Huberman. IV. (a) Maman Dites Mol (Old Frenc?6-k-eriln (b) i'V Been 'it'oaming (Old English) ,........- Horn (o) Little Bateese (Old Canadian).. j; e (d) LdironettaV6id Italian) g'Den " " I' "kiss" Pavloska. Clochett .T'. .... .... Paganlnl Mr. Huberman. VL (a) B?au Solr Debussy (b) Ninon oatl (c) At the Well Hageman Miss Pavloska. Mr. Paul Frankel at the piano. The charm of the voice, as taught by the great music master who was rnien't tiartipr will h riarrt in Omaha at the Auditorium Friday, December 16, when Tom JEgan, famous Irish tenor, said to be John McCormick's only rival, will appear in concert It has only been a few weeks since Egan left Dublin, his native home. He first went to Italy, the land of opera, where he took part in several operas. Due to the remarkable scale of his voice, he received much at tention. There he was trained by the master who taught Caruso. After travelling through France and Italy he returned to Dublin, and made a tremendous hit among his own peo ple when he appeared in the role of Canio (Pagliacci). Just prior to the war, he arrived in New York, and when the war broke out, he took charge of the entertainment feature of the Knights of Columbus huts. He will be assisted here by Madam Lilian Breton, dramatic aoprano. She has won comment wherever she has appeared. s The music department of the Omaha public schools keeps active for the wider understanding of music among the younger generation, A GROVE'S MUSIC SIMPLIFIED (Copyright, 1920. by W, Scott Orovt, Scranton, Pa.) Lesson No 5. Proficiency require practice In the study of music. The kt of C ! the natural key. It re quires no sharp or flata to make the almple 53 c b i y i t w Sings Next Sunday . At Brandeis Theai: course of music ,appreciatiun, under Miss Cross, closed with a lecture at the Central High' school-on Thurs day. These lectures in music appre ciation have been given at the various schools throughout the city- during the weeks following the teachers con vention in November. They bring the stimulation of new ideas to the teachers and pupils alike, and the teachers find valuable suggestions for the application ' of practical music and the manner of presenting it in classes. ' , ' . The course, which 'has just closed, has been a decided success and sim ilar events will be sponsored by the music department from time to time. Music Notes. A musical vesper service will be presented at St. Barnabas church this Sunday afternoon at 4:30, given for the new organ fund. The West Sisters' String quartet will be as sisted by Hazel - Smith Eldridge, mezzo contralto, and Miss Maud Grebe, organist, in furnishing the program. Mr. Rex Elton Fair, flutist, who has been teaching in Lincoln, will Helen Proves a Blundering Tourist When Thrown on Her Own Resources. "Why in blazes don't you dig out on your own? Can't be always tag ging after me." Warren glowered at his watch, "I've got that appointment at 2:30." "Couldn't I go with you? I wouldn't mind waiting," ventured Helen, wistfully. "Now, I can't see people on busi ness with you hanging round. Strike out for yourself. Take your map and study itP "Dear, I can't tell a thing from this," ruefully, unfolding the frontis. piece map in ber 'Guide to Florence.' "You don't try you'd rather de pend on me. Now where d'you want to go this afternoon?" unclamping his fountain pen. "I'll dope it out for you." Helen shrank trom starting out alone. Just to go with Warren to sit for hours m an omce waiting- room was preferable to sightseeing alone in a strange city, where she could not even speak the language. "How about Castello? That's one of the suburbs to see. Takes about half an hour each way. How does that strike your" Helen's murmured . assent lacked enthusiasm. "Here we are now," Indicating the Piazza Vittorio Emanuele, where they were lunching. "Now we'll find Castello," opening up a map of the suburbs. Castello located, he found in the trolley routes the tram that started from the Piazza del Duomo. "There, I've written it all down. You won't have to transfer stay right on the car till you get there. Here, waiter, my check 'il contoT "Dear, couldn't you come and put me on the right tram?" "Haven't time. I've got to go to the Lungarno Acciaio'.t, wherever that is," consulting a scribbled ad dress on the back of an envelope. Outside Warren showed her the way to the Piazza del Duomo. Twenty-Four Lessons in I chord, 2nd In thla )en, the fifth of the aerlea, I at-nta the chart vhowa how to play accompaniment in the kv of l". INSTnVCTIQN riaca chart upon the key board of piano or organ o that the ainall white letter D with a dah above It, at the bottom of the chart, ta directly over the key V on the key board. The white and black apace will then correnpond to the white and black krya, Each of the three horizontal aerlea of letter repre m a a o tart a clues In Omaha after Janu ary 1, when he will be here every Thuraday. He may be reached In care of Mrs. Maude Fender GuU mer, contralto. Mr. Fair is an rdho elate of M. Barrere of New York city, flutist ond director of the Lit tle Symphony and the Trio de Lutece, Mr. Fair has been head of the woodwind department of the University School of Music since 1910, an accredited teacher of the University of Nebraska since 1916, and he is alao a member of the Pi Kappa Lambda ts'utional Honorary Musical society. ' Mr. Ben Stanley is at Clarkson hospital, suffering from a nervou breakdown. Mr. Stanley Is organ ist and choirmaster at Trinity ca thedral. Two piano recitals will be pre sented by pupils of Mr. and Mrs. A. M. Borglum at the Burgess Nash music rooms. These will be given Thursday evening, De cember 15, and Friday evening, De cember 16. at 8 o'olock. Those tak ing part Thursdays evening are: Flora Marks, June Gilbert, Emily Hoasland, Alice Borsheim, Esther Smith, Ethel Gladstone, Jean Borg lum. Elizabeth Robison, Margaret Shotwell, Eleanor Smith, Elizabeth Paffenrath and Dorothy Sherman. Those taking part Friday evening are: Al.lce Hiykel, Stanley Simon, Catherine Heywood, Eleanor Rln ard, Frances Simon, Mary Elizabeth I'runer, William Wnlrath, Dorothy 3ones, Ruth Middleton, Robert Gamble, Harriet Love, Alice Lynch, lelen Grout, Pauline Koppel, Ruth Pilling, Helen Meister, Ella Marcus, luth Cochrane, Dorothy Knox, Margaret Smith, Martha Sterrlcker, Ielen Robison, Gertrude Redman, lary Walrath, Doris Segur, Mar garet Lee Burgess and Elizabeth toberts. A special musical program was priven at Dietz Memorial Methodist Episcopal church Sunday evening, December 4, Rev. Edgar Merrill, pastor. Mrs. Carl Marhoff Pitts? or ganist and choir director, presented special organ numbers, and Mrs. Jessie Mitchell and F. F. Pitts were heard in solos. Duets, a ladles' quartet and special anthems were given, also orchestral numbers by the Omaha Study- orchestra, under Murrel Simpson, conductor. An evening musicale was given at the Dundee Presbyterian church Sunday evening, December 4. The quartet includes Mrs. Walter Dale, soprano and director; Mrs. Willard Slabaugh, contralto; Mr. Andrew Bunten, tenor, and Dr. John Din dinger, baritone. Mrs. Dale and Mrs. Slabaugh sang a duet, "The Guardian Angel," by Gounod; Mr. Bunten presented a solo, and spe cial anthems were given. Mrs. How ard Kennedy presided at the organ. Harry B. Foster, minister. Pupils of Luella Allen's violin school gave their Decerrfber studio recital Saturday afternoon. The following took part: Catherine Merrill, Viola Michaelis, Edith Michaelis, Howard Lundgren, Ethel Helvil, Clarence Zeiner, John Kom meyer, Warren Olinger, Frank Falkner. , The Married Life of Helen and Warren "That big square with the cathe dral. Straight up then to the right. You can't miss it. Got. 'nough money? See you at the hotel about six." Helen, starting off with a show of bravery, longed to turn and run after him. It was the first time since they landed that she had been left alone. At the cathedral square,- the term inus for several tram lines, three cars were waitings one just about to draw out. "Castello?" she called up to the conductor. The inevitable stream of language ! followed her simple inquiry. If he would. only nod or shake his head! Bewildered, she chmed on. Not knowing the fare," she gave him a five-lire note and received a ! handful of change, a small red ticket,- The car was soon crowded to the doors. Almost everyone carried a bag or basket, and -one man got on with the carcass of a sheep under his arm. Shudderingly, Helen turned from the pathetic bloody stumps of the forelegs that protruded from the gunnysack covering. At the second stop, the conductor volubly indicated that she was to get off. "No no, this isn't Castello!" she protested. "Castello way outl" Vociferously, he was pointing to another car line she must change. And Warren had said she need not change. She had taken the wrong tram! A dreary 10-minute wait for an other car. The first-class compart ment filled, she was forced to stand in the second, wedged in with the motley crowd. They plunged into a poorer dis trict, the motorman clanging vio lently to clear the track of the ragged children that swarmed the streets. Where were they now? Helen gazed helplessly out of the window. "Castello?" when the conductor came around for her fare. I "Castello? No noil" With the Keyof CTheNaiural Key c Tricks (Continued from I'are Two.) be wrong. What had the doc tor meant by telling him to watch the child carefully during the next few days? Was it possible that it might die? His conventional being rose up to engulf a half formed wish that this would occur. If it did--he clenched his jaw. There would be no more; there might be a path of escape. lie and Marion would come to an agreement 1 She had her profession. The nurse came out. , "Mrs. Warner is sleeping," she said. "You must be all in yourself," Warner answered. "I'm used to this," she smiled.-"I'll get' some sleep now, though, if you don't. mind sitting in the room. If Mrs. Warner wakes - you, you can call me." "O, certainly," said Warner. "Don't you want to use this couch? How how is the baby?" ' "Just fine. He's a beautiful chjld, Mr. Warner." . . Warner softly, entered Marion's room. He stole over to her bed and looked at the profile of her face. He could see how exhausted she was.' Her breathing was heavy and she seemed so fragile. It was al most as if nature had used a toy as the medium for its miracles. He turned back to the clothes basket and looked at the baby, and the baby suddenly opened its eyes and smiled. Ridiculous! Warner bent down to scrutinize this futile bit of life. A change had already occurred. Why, the child was not brown and there was form to the . face. The baby raised a hand and Warner put his finger in the palm. There was a clutch, a tight clutch that startled him. He held his finger there and the baby smiled again. By God! The child - had remarkable intelli gence. He remembered his biologi cal study the difference between man and the animals was man's abil panding his breast. He went to the bedside of his wife and touched his lips to her hand as it lay upon the coverlet. Marion did not waken. Warner went to work next morn ing. The new wine of spring was in the air. As he walked up to Washington bridge a cool breeze played with him and he caught upon the air . that intangible perfume which the city dweller knows is from faraway, unborn flowers. How clean the city was! It seemed as if innumerable housewives had scrubbed it. There was a dance and a skip about people, a Gallic air, carnival. At the office he was slapped upon the back, called "pop," and asked questions concerning the infant's taste in cigarets, blondes and maddening stream of Italian that met all her inquiries, he motioned back the other way. . Stopping the car for her to get off, from the rear platform he called out further unintelligible directions. A boy, a shawl-shrouded woman and an elderly man, whom Helen in turn approached, all responded with I eager but baffling volubility. Desperately, she hailed the next car going back. But at the first turning it switched to a still more squalid street in still another direc tion. In panicky haste she made for the platform. But the conductor blocked her way. Pointing to her handbag, he launched into an angry excited tri ade. She had forgotten to pay her fare 1 1 Flushed and embarrassed, with every eye upon her, she held out a handful of change. Still irately ver bose, he took a few coppers and waved her off. Again on the street, Helen found herself in front of a dingy wine-shop. Swarthy, rough-looking idlers were drinking at the outdoor tables. " Was she in one of the disreputable streets where strangers were waylaid and robbed? She hurried on, con scious that the men were staring after her. If only she could get a cab to the hotel! But there were no cabs in such a neighborhood. She must make her way back to the main tram line. ; . It was a long walk through odor iferous slums before she sighted a cab. "Grand Hotel." as she stepped in with surging relief. There was no meter, lie could charge what he chose, but just then she did not care. The hotel loomed as the only refuge from her disas trous efforts to get about alone. When they drew up at the friendly entrance, Helen paid, without pro test,' the profiteering 16-lire fare. In the lift, she beamed on the bor Piano Playing-Fifth Lesson: a chord. Iteelnuiiitf with the upper row, I time before the next Ivwon sent a chord. Itfelnuiiitf with the upper row, pity the white letter with the left hand and play the three blui.lt latter with the right hand, making the first chord. Then, In the Mine way, play the note Indicated In the second horUontal aerie, then those In the third and back to the rtrst, forming a complement of chord lo C Major, The first thlna necessary to become a (nod player are patience and practice. ' Purine the By LOUIS WEITZENKORPi Shakespeare At noon he escaped with Stephens to lunch and there lie heard a revelation. "Paul," began Stephens carefully, "I'm quitting the shop." "Oh," said Warper, in surprise, "I'm sorry to hear it, Bob. What's up," " "I've got an offer from the Trib. And now I want to tell you some thing." Stephens leaned back and lit a cigaret, evidehtly an action to bring his mind into a focus point,. At last he said: "Paul, the old man is going to ity to smile. But this child, a few hours bid, he knew it should not have more intelligence than a fox terrier, and yet it smiled. He stood there awkwardly, with his finger in the little wizened hand. Warner held himself immovable as the baby fell unconcernedly to sleep, still holding to his father's forefinger. After a while the little hand dropped back and Warner felt slighted. Then he sat down, but after a few minutes he decided he had better look at the boy again, He might slide under the covers and smother. Odd, the -sensationj ne naa wnen ne looked down upon the sleeping baby. It was like pleasant hands that were gently cupping up his heart. . Then a great swelling took place within him and, powerless to check himself, he be began to cry. "No," replied Warner. "Why?" "Because he thinks that the past six months you had been worrying about your wife. Up until today he thought that you were discontented and half hearted. It isn't much of a job, Paul, but it pays 50, and it's a milestone. I guess you can use 50 now. Well, tell me about the kid." Quite strange, the way the spring wine kept flowing through that after noon arid evening. The jostling in the subway seemed good natured, yet Warner fumed at the innumer able delays of the train. He wanted to get home before the baby fell asleep. He wanted to tell Marion of the new job. He wanted to see how much, more the child had changed. It was remarkable how he did change. At 181st street Warner bought a pink rattle, and then an other idea came to him, one that made him think of what Stephens had said, of all the intimations which his friend's words contained. He bought a large bouquet of flow ers, and . wondered why so many people smiled at him. Surely, they could not tell from his face that he was the father of a child, It dawned upon Tiira that faces are mirrors, that they reflect what is be fore them. He was smiling, and these faces smiled. What an atmosphere who spoke a few words of broken English. And when she unlocked their door, never had a hotel room seemed so welcoming. The shutters closed to keep out the sun, it was restfully dim and quiet. The glare and noise and jab ber of the streets seemed pleasantly refiiote. . Achingly tired, it was good to get out of her clothes and into a kimona.' Not quite 4 she could take a nap and still be dressed before Warren came. In the cool fresh-linened bed, she propped herself up with the pillows and opened her guide book at Cas tello. Before she could sleep, she must study the page and a half devoted to that suburb. She must be prepared to answer any questions about the vil lage, palace and monastery. She must never admit that she had not been there. Warren would be merciless, if he knew she had miserably failed in her one excursion alone. All through the trip, he would "rub it in," with caustic comments about her helplessness and her "tagging after him." Hereafter, when he had a business appointment, she would keep to the shopping district. She would attempt no more sightseeing alone. But, since she had started out for Castello, he must think she had been there. If the guide book were only less statistical! Why could it not give a few word-pictures instead of tedious historical dates and architectural de tails? However, all Italian palaces and monasteries look more or less alike. If pressed, she could fake the des criptions. The page and a half of fine print well digested, Helen nestled down be tween the real Florentine linen sheets, and soon drowsed off. It was after 5 when she awoke ' just time to iathe and dress. First she remade the bed. There must be no betraying evidence of her nap. ." Warren would probably be too ab time before the neat lewon thould be played over and over again until you memorise It and can play It without the chart. Memoriae the tetter also. You will find that before long you will be able to play limpl accompaniment In thla key to any malodle you or your friend may sing. If you wish to go further In etudylng, learn the fingering of the scale hown on tli staff L kl ll- l I C- J MAM C a J ta -t H C tl 6 m he must have placed around him these months now passed. His em ployer had sensed it. Why, it was that foolish little baby that had started all these smiles. Warner laughed aloud and hurried from the street car into his apartment house. In a few minutes he was inside and asking the nurse for permission to enter that wonderful room. How was the baby and Marion? Splendid! Would Mr. Warner mind if she took an hour's walk? O, certainly not! He entered his wife's room and gave her the flowers, and Marion took his hand, pulling him to a seat beside the bed. "Isn't he lovely, Paul?" she asked, pointing to the child asleep, indeed, at her side. "O, Paul, he looks so much like you. All the time, when I was so sick, I hoped he would be a bov, that he would look like you. I'm sillv, Paul." She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it, and Warner withdrew it, ashamed. "I brought him his first toy," said Warner after-a pause. Both of them were feeling their way toward a point hidden behind so much wreck age, so many ill memories of bitter words, of cruelties and lashings. He touched her shoulder diffidently, and from under her eyelids he saw some tears. "Marion I I've been a cad. I've thought of nothing, of no one but myself." "You're just a boy, Paul and I I had no patience with you. Oh, Paul, we're poor, but we've this won derful baby, and life is just beginning for us as well as for him. I I un derstand things now." He leaned down and kissed her, kissed her for the first time in months, and her arms went around him, nor did she feel the burst of pain the movement brought. It was a moment that was wordless, thoughts tumbling . through their minds that - are inexpressible, thoughts mixed with feeling. " He wanted to rest his' head upon her shoulder, and dream and talk to her in dream talk. ... He saw again in this kaleidoscope of pictures that coursed through his mind the events of those earlier days, his jobless days, that walk across Washington Bridge when he saw singing men dragging hawsers- over boat vdecks. He saw those laborers who had passed him in the rain, their cigarets aglow. ; He saw the doctor, spring tip in the cold of morning1 upon a task that was appointed, the nurse with fler drawn eyes. Life had its ordered round, and to each hand came 'the task that brought repose. He thought of the time when the only refrain he sang was "Tricked! Trick ed by Marion!" And now he lifted himself up and looked down at her; smiling. - "We have been tricked again Marion. Tricked by the kid. How much wisdom there is, dear, outside of school books!" (Copyright, 1921, by Louis Waltzenkorn.) sorbed in his own business affairs to make many inquiries. He was rare ly interested in her activities. Yet, he had a disconcerting habit of asking the very question she wished to evade. Dressed, she opened the long shutters and stepped out oji the bal cony. A vivid sunset crimsoned the river and the picturesque Pontc Vechio in the distance. The clus tering shops, jo curiously built on the quaint old bridge, seemed to hang over without support yet they had clung for centuries. Then, .she saw Warren swinging down the street, his walk, his car riage, his clothes all so distinctive ly American. Oo-hoo!" leaning over the ornate iron railing. He looked up, waved his hat, and disappeared beneath the balcony. He was in a good humor his afternoon conference had been a success. She could tell that by his exuberant grin. Holding open the door, she waited for him to step from the lift. "Hello, Kitten!" with a breezy kiss. "How'd you make out?" "Oh, fine." Then hastily, "Did you see Mr. what's his name?" "Orioli. Mighty nice man, too. I'm to lunch with him tomorrow.'" Helen's heart sank. Another day alone! "Well, how about Castello? Have any trouble getting there?" "No, not at all! Tell me about Mr.- Orioli. Could he speak Eng lish" "Very little but we got along all right. Castello much of a place?" "Yes, a quaint old village. The palace was very interesting, it was built by the Medici, dates back to 1380," glibly, from the guide book. "Orioli says there's a rattling good restaurant out there. Thought we might try it for dinner. Now that you know the ropes you'ean be the guide." "Oh,, dear. I I don't think we'd want to dine there" "Why not?" combatively. C Major the chord shown I I the chord shown In each ehurt; hand, lower with l"fl hand, Every triad In black letter I marked t, I, I. Alwaya read It i, no matter In what vertical order the note may be written. Note that the amall letter P with dash above It must not be played. NEXT LESSON' Key of A Minor, which U the relative of key of C Major, . ' i WW I ' i if F - A in their joyous Happily Bt VitU Van. Cowrlilit, UU0, "We've simply got to buy onel That's all!" said lofty Mr. Jack, looking up front his evening paper and surveying Jill with a wild look in his eye. "What, dear? A vacuum cleaner to take up those ashes you've been spilling on the floor all evening?" "There you go. Jill! Scolding me again. Its my home and I simply enjoy, fpilling ashes. I'll clean them all up before we go to bed. I gener ally do, don't I?'r Jill nodded over her embroidery as any perfect wife should. 'Yes, dear. I know you do. You're very neat!" VYou bet I am," said Jack, look ing down at the paper again. "It's wonderful how tidy you can sweep them under the rug" "Whv Till" Jack was so offended and gen-1 uinely hurt at this reflection on his household ability that Jill had to laugh, and comfort him with a kiss. "What is it that wb must buy, dear big foolish boy?" she asked, leaning alluringly over his shoul der and looking at many pencilled advertisements on the printed page. "An automobile, of course!" "But, dear," and she was postively aghast, " we haven't enough in the bank to dare risk a couple of thou sand dollars. And think of the up keep, and the break-downs and the insurance and the accidents! Why Jack dear, you might kill yourself I Jack puffed his pipe with provok ing calmness. )T will not kill myself. I could drive a car when you were running around with your hair in a pink bow and a slate under your arm. young woman. What I mean to buy is a second hand car. Look at these prices!" He wiggled his pencil down the page. "People are so hard hit that the war gouging and profiteering is over that they're selling the machines they bought when they had easy money. Look this one, $2501 Think of it!" Jill did not think very much of it. She said so. , "Jill, dearest, you don't understand real thrift.- if we bought a good used car, for say, $300, we could spend Saturday's and Sundays tour ing throughout the summer. I could' take my vacation that way twelve two-day tours." "Yes, but where's the economy?" "It would cost only for the gas oline and oil. We could stop , at little farm houses over night, on "Why I I think I saw the place you mean but it didn't look very good. And it's a long way out I'm too tired to go again. Here," snatched up the guide book, "let's try this restaurant on the Torna buoni. It must be good starred twice, and famous for its artichokes." "Well, all right, we'll go to Cas tello tomorrow night. Get me out a clean collar, will you? And we'll look up a theater after dinner ought to take in some sort of a show while we're here." "Oh, yes, dear, I'd love to!" eager to go anywhere except to Castello. As she put his soiled collar into the traveling laundry bag, Helen was desperately planning a trip to Castello tomorrow afternoon. li'ini;iiiiiii:iniliitl:,l Karl E. Tunberg Pianist Teacher t Studied in Berlin, German, 1900-1904 . . With Felix Dreyschock, Franz Kullak, Piano; Wilhelm Ber- ? ger, Eduard Behm, Harmony, Counterpoint and Com'poai- tion; Leopold Schmidt, History of Music and Theory. Certificate from Fran Kullak, ? Royal Professor of Music, 1904 Title of "Professor of Music conferred hj the Washington State Board of Regents, 1909 I Accepts Pupils and Engagements for I Concerts, Coaching and Accompanying I OFFICE HOUR: 1 to 2 p. m. daily and by appointment. I STUDIO: Third Floor New Schmoller A Muelle Bid, ? 1614-16-18 Dodge St Residence Phone: AT Untie 1711 -'ffHy-. It IIS II Mill II III llll I 1 1 I upper note played with right comedy entitled Married br JbompMO Ftitur Smltt, Saturdays and live simply, with i comfcy civilized home to return on Sunday evening." It sounds fine, but Id rather w went to the seashore, and had noth ing to worry about. . . " "Worry about rats, dear, Thi would be ideal." s He was interrupted by a ring at the bell. I i - He opened it to see a man wearing what once seemed to be well groomed 'clothes, with a black; smudged face, hands dripping with grease and an expression of sub ducd fury in his eyes. "What's the matter?" asked Jack in alarm. "Have you got a monkey wrench?" the man asked. "I've bro ken mine." . "Why, yes," and Jill had already darted to the kitchen to bring the tool out to him. "An accident?" "Ntfl Excuse me for being ' so' groucfiy, but it was no accident. I wasfool enough to buy a used auto mobile in town today. It was used all right I think it has been used since they were invented. But it's no use any more. It broke down on me six times on the way out, and I've ruined a new - suit, missed an important dinner party at home, and I'd sell the cussed thing right where it stands for fifty dollars. It's worth that much for the metal in it, and not a cent more." . "There's your chance," whispered Jill tauntingly. But Jack glared fer ociously at her. "I'm not in the junk businessl" he said. "And I don't think I'll get a car after all." ; Then he- disappeared with the stranger to lend what aid he could while Jill turned to the summer ho tel advertisements of the seaside re sorts. - .i . ... (Copyright, 1921, Thompson Featuri Service.) Jobless Youth, Seeking Work, Breaks Wooden Leg Columbus, 6ec. -10. Sympathy was shown by bluecoats at polici headquarters when Clarence King, 21, was carried in. In an unsuccessful search for work, the young fellow fell, breaking his wooden leg. Then he appealed to a patrolman for a night's lodging. Clarence not only does not re member having seen his father or mother or any other relatives but does not know when he lost hit leg, except that the accident occurred when he was a small boy. - She must locate the palace and restaurant she had so glibly de scribed even if she had to employ; a guide. ' ' Of one thing she was grimly de : termined Warren must never know , she had failed to get there today, , She had hciped evasion would be all that was necessary, but his driving questions had forced her to one falsehood after another. , i And now she must pay for her de ception. Tomorrow, while Warren lunched with Mr. Orioli, she must ' still make the dreaded trip to Cas ' tello alone! (Next week Their first Sunday in Italy. Copyright, 1921. bMibel Herbert Harper, lIIIilli:lllllll'l':lllllllt'll!fi'l!lll!t!lltl!'ll!rilllllllll!ll!ll'illllllllll!lim: III I I II II I 1 Kl 4-TM IS Tl I l