Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 234, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 October 1911 — THE ARTIST'S IDOL [ARTICLE]

THE ARTIST'S IDOL

She Didn’t Know Anything About Me* sio: She Only Loved IL The incident happened upon of the great mean liners during an autumn trip when a famous violinist wan among the passengers. At first be firmly refused to play, but was finally persuaded, and upon the appointed evening the salon was crowded with eager passengers. It was a moat enthusiastic audience, Intelligent sympathetic and appreciative. yet as the evening wore on people began to notice that the violinist's glance went always in one direction, and after a time others followed IL They saw a plain little woman, plainly dressed, with no marks of wealth dr, culture. But she was looking at the master with shining eyes, her face Wet with tears, unmindful of everything except the magic of his violin. When tbe program was ended, pushing bis way through the people who would have detained him, the musician went straight to tbe little shabby figure. “Madame, I congratulate you—you are ze great artist!” be cried. She looked up at him almost in alarm. “I—oh—l cannot play a note,” she stammered. “I don’t know anything about music. I only—love it” Tbe violinist shook bls big shaggy bead impatiently. “Is it not what I say? You have ze artist soul—ze artist to listen. What good to play to ze deaf—like ze rest?’ with a disparaging gesture toward the crowded room. “It Is to ze ond wiz ze heart to listen zat we masters play.” —Youth’s Companion.