The Storyteller.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume XLVII, Issue 7852, 19 June 1905, Page 4

The Storyteller.

H||sra> IN "LOVE WITH A PHOjrO■p';--' GRAPH,

I Jack" Travels*, counted the wealthiest o'f .Australia's irjiiers.jmirried,last week lrS». a • l«oor» Siifcng girl of and they are iiow going to a by lhe'w B London, lerlm Vienna, .and Rome,. B Chicago 'Trijbunsi. Wealthy ipris have married poor girls foro this, but never under fences BD strangely and wierdlatlc. an fell in love with a voice led <he world over to find the oowend the voice, detcrmiomarry her if ha'fduod her years ago John Trevelan the voice in the phonograph) first time. Be was with a ;f rough raerh-jtninecs, cheep ' cattla jow-nersV farmers, gumad .camp followers on the way, d from Hoekhainpton to-some Bfoprvered goltf-w>rld>igs f/n ud-watcrs of the Isaacs river, ton '-was rich Vntf* was only to ''rush" beeoueehp liked tho ibnVi»"9 , *"''' BC ' tf '' werybody ' him. He was 36 years: old, a inches tail, tffoad-shouMer-mutcjed like a .Hercules. He tows, all .through, the length eadtA of Queensland as a man

lould out fight, put. wrestle, and t'any man m Australia., jhis night in the rough mining, on the road to the Isaaesriv- >' years ago 'Jack Trevelan. lay smokixtr his pipe and tag the "Stars for lack of someXo do." fit hit* pitched his ar to the edge of camp, from tho noisiest groups, feniy on the still night" air came from a ,tent in the dafka whirring, rasping,' wheezing, ig sound and a queer, far-away lie voice broke through thesili hundred.men crowded around ted to the harsh music of the graph, and laughed and eheercomic songs and funny monoi were reeled off. illy tho phonograph struck a Ikcordant.notc. The soft, even ol a violin rang through the >r a moment, and. the crowd of men involuntarily became sil- • Then the cletis notes of a girl's came from the sounder, singhe words of "The Harvesters.' fhad so sweet a voice been . The crowd of miners, cowers- * and '.. roustabouts scarcely hed ( until tbo song was finishay that again—play it again" *e sbouts that come spontane-

HBb?,- ogsjy r"asyjlie last note died away, MBf* and. every man, without request, HS£p.-.tJ>rew a; Silver'coin on the table una hundred dollars wer« piled up EggE- before the eyes of the astonishad Bpfly ,owner. The phonograph repeated the song once more, After that HpVythC'crowd dispersed and there Vac) more rollicking in the camp that Kgiadght. •■ :■-•■■..•■■"■ John Trevelan had heard every song, but bad not'-joined in the JBg&£ c'(owd. The song of tho girl effected HEJBMMm strangely—so strangely that he the. tent of the owner of the after all the camp had HK££ft m e to sleep. That was the reafcon Kijlf'-'i'ny the "phonograph didn't play the night, and it was'the, reason, ■SPt *°P' wn y *" e ( i uc, ? r instrument was Begl satejy packed in John Trcvalan's j Ee* ' , : i w/faP 'John Trevelan at the end of a few I Kgl.. weeks returned to his ranfh-fanu ! BSE? Warwick, and he had the pho. re||if>nograph with him. He delighted all KJJI&. his people with it—for such a toy g|§ 6ad never been seen in thai part of lljKjgjiir-Australia. ■ But there was one song EJgiC.'tt'at the phonograph was sever perJB£j nutted to re-produce t« a crowd. ' W& u That was "Tb» harvesters," subgby WJ»-»' {he girl with "whom Jack" TreKp?< unconsciously had fallen in Wg~ love. Ho felt that ho would know ■ljjfV-' the voice among many thousands. K&£> Gradually Trevelan fitted a girl's. BhT ' features and form to Jhe voice. He KEg? * pictured the girl as slight, with an SSgL ov al 'ace, clear brown' eyes, brown Hgr~ hair, with a wistful turn to her soft |jgP' red lips S*mehow the girl's picture ffllfjl|f- became impressed on John Trovo--6I?T, lon's heart, and he,felt that had he ■Sit' Iwen an artist, he Could have paintfiHff' ed her portrait. In fact, he d!d have BBS' her portrait painted. He west to «§!&. Melbourne and, engaging the ssrvioeW S|gf' of as artist,' he sat by hift side hour hour and day after day, patIgfe *?Sentty explaining and describing the lite'?, jleatures of th* girt of the voice to sfikvt'the- artist, who painted and erased ~ .; h e finally .completed a portrait to Trovelan's satisfaction, for the picf|*s> turo looked into his .eyes' with a gßFv* wistful appeal of -love, sympathy, §yj£ v and even help, ffiph' John) Trevelan - took the portrait fiome, and day after day the conBjsTT viction came borne in on his mind SjE; -that the girl of tho voice needed HE o '' him. Somewhere but in the world, H|f r ho felt, she waa in trouble and lookj»?o" ing for him* ft" ». One day this conviction was so s!**"' strong that Trevelan went to Syd- » ■ , ney and took passage on a steamer &.' for San Francisco. Once in AmeriIr; ca ho began to search for the girl.. gET The makers of the phonograph ft could oW him. b«t little. They made W • so wanv records and employed so M manVsingers. Some of their singes !»' ! . -wero noted men and woman ;n tne PL musical worlA Other* weTo mere W* unknowns. No, they had no i*:prds K.* vof tho women who had sung The ffiftl" Harvesters." 3gr- Trevelan tried in Chicago and, m fit Philadelphia. Then he oarae to »«w ft: YorM. He found four, women who It ' had sung "The Harvesters f: ponograph record maker Three **" were alroadv married and the fourth !» was impossible. Trevelan would not 1 '• 'even ask her to sing his song., V Trevelan went V> Boston with lit--5 tic better success. Almost discorrU aged, but still pnwilling to give up. S*" Finally Be pia<oed a '"want ad" in nil Pr the dairy newspapers. He wantoa to. *'' employ a competent vocal instructor &- * for mo ward, he explained. He took k\- a suite of rooms at a family hotel $* ' and waited for responses to his ad■*2 v»-ertiFcment. ~ .v There were responses by the Bcore, \-,\ and on the . last day she .came—the "£•'' girl of the voice. * , •> I have been waiting for you « long lime," rfaid Trevelan. p There was a s6i»rised, look ;n the V t --' girl's clear brown eyes as Fhe s*id • f i" I'm sorry.. I.only re id your ad- | , vcrtisemenfc to-day, and I.was afraid ?'•' I would be late,' and I wanted s tho place sb »uchT."' ;• There was that wistful turn to her i-U" lips as she spoke, and exultation grew in John Trovelan's hearts iCt The girl sat at the piano and sang VTho HarvestersT' 7 "You were accompanied, by a violin .when vou sang that Wore," said |F<" Trevelan, quietly. SHo turncdi ' suddenly* £ " How 'do you know?" she asked, "1 breathlessly. " I never sang it but r once before." »{;; VI know said Trevelan. 'fYou i\ sang H into a phonograph. And 1 -V heard it in a mining camp, 200 nul'l es in the interior of Australia." >. ', Then Trevelan Handed her a large . photograph of herself in a beautiful' *■ evening gow», witii a necklace Of "' pearls clasping h'cr fair throat. y \ The girl gasped in astonishment. ;' " Why, it's me," she said; bjit P"' where " ■ "I had it painted from my heart," '■* anid. Trevelan. " ! And I came fror* a Australia to find you, for something told me you needed mo. Tam here." w The rest of tho romance of the girl 7 of the voice need not bo told. But ; Irene Meigs 'did need John Trevelan.