The Old Flute-Player.
by Edward Marshall and Charles T. Dazey.
CHAPTER I
Herr Kreutzer was a mystery to his companions in the little London orchestra in which he played, and he kept his daughter, Anna, in such severe seclusion that they little more than knew that she existed and was beautiful. Not far from Soho Square, they lived, in that sort of British lodgings in which room-rental carries with it the privilege of using one hole in the bas.e.m.e.nt-kitchen range on which to cook food thrice a day. To the people of the lodging-house the two were nearly as complete a mystery as to the people of the orchestra.
"Hi sye," the landlady confided to the slavey, M"riar, "that Dutch toff in the hattic, "e"s somethink in disguise!"
"My hye," exclaimed the slavey, who adored Herr Kreutzer and intensely worshiped Anna. She jumped back dramatically. "_Not bombs!_"
The neighborhood was used to linking thoughts of bombs with thoughts of foreigners whose hair hung low upon their shoulders as, beyond a doubt, Herr Kreutzer"s did, so M"riar"s guess was not absurd. England offers refuge to the nightmares of all Europe"s political indigestion.
Soho offers most of them their lodgings. For years M"riar had been vainly waiting, with delicious fear, for that terrific moment when she should discover a loaded bit of gas-pipe in some bed as she yanked off the covers. Now real drama seemed, at last, to be coming into her dull life. Somethink in disguise--Miss Anna"s father! She hoped it was _not_ bombs, for bombs _might_ mean trouble for him. She resolved that should she see a bobby trying to get up into the attic she would pour a kettleful of boiling water on him.
The landlady relieved her, somewhat, by her comment of next moment.
""E"s too mild fer bombs by "arf," she said, with rich disgust.
"Likelier "e"s drove away, than that "e"s one as wishes "e could drive. _Hi_ sye, fer guess, that "e"s got t.i.tles, an" sech like, but"s bean cashiered." (The landlady had had a son disgraced as officer of yeomanry and used a military term which, to her mind, meant exiled.) ""E"s got that look abaht "im of "avin" bean fired hout."
"No fault o" "is, then," said the slavey quickly, voicing her earnest partisanship without a moment"s wait. She even looked at her employer with a belligerent eye.
""E _doos_ pye reg"lar," the landlady admitted with an air which showed that she had more than once had tenants who did not.
"Judgin" from "is manners an" kind "eart "e _might_ be _princes_,"
said the slavey, drawing in her breath exactly as she would if sucking a ripe orange.
"An" "is darter might be princesses!" exclaimed the landlady with a sniff. Quite plainly she did not approve of the seclusion in which Herr Kreutzer kept his daughter. "Five years "ave them two lived "ere in this "ere "ouse, an" not five times "as that there man let that there "aughty miss stir hout halone!"
""Ow "eavingly!" sighed the maid, who never, in her life, had been cared for, at all, by anyone.
""Ow fiddlesticks!" the landlady replied. "You"d think she might be waxworks, liable to melt if sun-shone-on! Fer _me_, _Hi_ says that them as is too fine for Soho houghtn"t to be _livin"_ "ere. That"s w"at _Hi_ says--halthough "e pyes as reg"lar as clockworks."
"Clockworks fawther with a waxworks darter!" cried the slavey, who had a taste for humor of a kind. "Th" one "ud stop if t"other melted.
_That"s_ sure."
""E hidolizes "er that much hit mykes me think o" Roman Catholics an"
such," the landlady replied.
Then, for a time, she paused in thought, while the slavey lost herself in dreams that, possibly, she had been serving and been worshiping a real princess. As the height of the ambition of all such as she, in London, is to be humble before rank, the mere thought filled her with delight and multiplied into the homage of a subject for an over-lord the love she felt already for the charming German girl of whom they spoke.
"She _might_ be," said the landlady, at length.
"W"at? Princesses?" inquired the wistful slavey.
The landlady looked shrewdly at her. It might be that by thus confiding to the servant her own speculations as to her lodgers"
rank, she had been sowing seed of some extravagance. Hypnotized by the idea, the slavey might slip to the two mysterious Germans, sometime, something which would not be charged upon the bill! "Nothink of the sort!" she cried, therefore, hastily. "An" don"t you never tyke no coals to "em that you don"t tell abaht--you "ear?"
The slavey promised, but the seed was sown. From that time on full many a small attention fell to the Herr Kreutzer and his pretty, gentle-mannered, dark-haired, big-eyed Anna of which the landlady knew nothing, and many a dream of romance did the s.m.u.tted slavey"s small, sad eyes see in the kitchen fire on lonely evenings while she was waiting for the last lodger to come in before she went to bed behind the kindlings-bin. And the central figures of these dreams were, always, the beautiful young German girl and her dignified, independent, shabby, courteous old father.
In the small orchestra where Kreutzer played, he made no friends among the other musical performers; when the manager of the dingy little theatre politely tried to pump him as to details of his history he managed to evade all answers in the least illuminating, although he never failed to do so with complete politeness.
All that really was known of him was that he had arrived in London, years ago, with only two possessions which he seemed to value, and, indeed, but two which were worth valuing. One of these, of course, was his exquisite young daughter, then a little child; the other was his wonderful old flute. The daughter he secluded with the jealous care of a far-eastern parent; the flute he played upon with an artistic skill unequalled in the history of orchestras in that small theatre.
With it he could easily have found a place in the best orchestra in London, but, apparently, he did not care to offer such a band his services. On the one or two occasions when a "cruising listener" for the big orchestras came to the little theatre, heard the old man"s masterful performance, found himself enthralled by it and made the marvelous flute-player a rich offer, the old man refused peremptorily even to talk the matter over with him--to the great delight of the small manager, who was paying but a pittance for his splendid work.
So anxious did Herr Kreutzer seem to be to keep from winning notice from the outside world, indeed, that when a stranger who might possibly be one of those explorers after merit in dim places appeared there in the little theatre, the other members of the orchestra felt quite sure of wretched playing from the grey-haired flutist. If it chanced that they had noticed no such stranger, but yet Herr Kreutzer struck false notes persistently, they all made sure that they had missed the entrance of the "cruiser," searched the audience for him with keen and speculative eyes and played their very best, certain that the man was there and hopeful of attracting the attention and the approbation which the old flute-player shunned. More than one had thus been warned, to their great good.
And Herr Kreutzer, on such evenings, was privileged to strike false notes with painful iteration, even to the actual distress of auditors, without a word of criticism from the leader or the manager.
Excruciating discord from the flute, on three or four nights of a season, was accepted as part payment for such playing, upon every other night, as seldom had been heard from any flute in any orchestra in London or elsewhere.
The theatre saw very little of the daughter. Once at the beginning of the run of every fit new play, the flute-player requested of the manager a box and always got it. In this box, on such occasions, his daughter sat in solitary state, enjoying with a childish fervor the mumming of the actors on the stage, the story of the play, the music of the orchestra. Such glimpses, only, had the theatre of her. Her father never introduced her to an attache of the establishment. Once, after she had grown into magnificent young womanhood, he very angrily refused an earnest supplication for an introduction from the manager, himself. On the nights when she came to the theatre he took her to the box, before the overture began, and she sat there, quite alone, until he went to her after the audience had been "played out."
His own exclusiveness was very nearly as complete. He formed no intimacies among the members of the orchestra with whom he played eight times a week, although his face showed, sometimes, that he yearned to join their gossip, in the stuffy little room beneath the stage, which housed them when they were not in their places in the crowded s.p.a.ce "in front" allotted to them.
"_Tiens!_" said the Frenchman who played second-violin. "Ze ol" man have such fear zat we should wiss to spik us wiz "is daughtaire, zat "e trit us lak we "ave a seeckness catchable!"
It was almost true. He did avoid the chance of making her acquainted with any of the folk with whom his daily routine threw him into contact, with a care which might suggest a fear of some sort of contagion for her. But not all the members of the orchestra resented it. The drummer (who also played the triangle and tambourine when need was, imitated railway noises with shrewd implements, pumped an auto-horn when motor-cars were supposed to be approaching or departing "off-stage" and made himself, in general, a useful man on all occasions) was his firm friend and partisan.
"Garn, Frawgs!" he sneered, to the resentful Frenchman. "Yer "yn"t fit ter sye ther time o" dye ter "er; yer knows yer "yn"t."
"Wat? To ze daughtaire of a flute!" the Second-Violin replied. "W"y--"
"Garn!" said the drummer. "Sye, yer myke me sick! You, with yer black-"aired fyce an" paytent boots! Hi bean "ammerin" "ide in horchestras since me tenth birthdye, but Hi knows a hangel w"en Hi sees one, an" lawst night Hi missed a "ole bar on the snare fer lookin" up at "er just once. Hi never see a brunette look so habsolutely hinnocent. Th" Ol" Nick"s peekin" out o" brunettes" faces, somew"eres, mostly. Don"t know w"at she myde me think of--m"ybe wreaths o" roses red an" pink, an" m"ybe crowns o" di"mun"s--but Hi missed a "ole bar on th" snare fer thinking somethink."
"_Tiens!_" the Frenchman began scornfully. "He is too much--"
"Garn!" said the drummer, threateningly, and it may be that the tinkle of the "ready" bell prevented something more than words between them, for the drummer, at the time, was holding the ba.s.s-drum-stick. He could have struck a mighty blow with it.
Just when the thought of leaving for America first began to grow in Kreutzer"s mind, it would be hard to say, but it took definite form immediately subsequent to the London visit of a Most Exalted Personage from Prussia. On the last day of this Most Exalted Personage"s stay Herr Kreutzer was enjoying, with his Anna, the long Sunday twilight in Hyde Park. They often strolled there of a Sunday evening. The Most Exalted Personage, being in a democratic mood and wishful of seeing London and its people quietly, was also strolling in Hyde Park and met the father and the daughter, face to face.
There was nothing, so far as Anna saw, about the stranger in plain _mufti_, to make her father drop his head, pull down his hat and hurry on, almost as if in sudden panic, dragging her by a slender wrist clasped in a hand which trembled; but he did do all these things, while the queer gentleman with the upturned moustaches (Anna had no notion who he was) stopped stonestill in his stroll and gazed after them with puzzled eyes in which a semi-recognition and a very lively curiosity seemed growing.
"Who is he, father?" Anna asked, in English, which the father much preferred to German from her lips and which she spoke with carefully exact construction, but with charming rolling of the r"s and hissing of the s"s. Her accent was much more p.r.o.nounced than his, due, doubtless, to the fact that while he went daily to his little corner of the English world to earn their living, her seclusion was complete.
She saw few English save M"riar and the landlady--whose accent never tempted her to imitation. "He seemed to know you," she went on. "He seemed to wish, almost, to speak with you, but seemed to feel not positive that you _were_ you."
Kreutzer gave her a quick glance, then seemed to pull himself together with an effort. He a.s.sumed a carefully surprised air. "Who is he? Who is who, mine liebschen?"
"The gentleman from whom you ran away?"
"I run!" said Kreutzer, doubling his demeanor of astonishment as if in total ignorance of what she meant. "I run! Why should I run, my Anna?
Why should I run from anybody?"
The daughter looked at him and sighed and then she looked at him and smiled, and said no more. So many times, in other days, had things like this occurred; so many times had she been quite unable to get any lucid exposition from him of the strange occurrences, that, lately, she never probed him for an explanation. She well knew, in advance, that she would get none, and was unwilling to compel him into laboring evasions. But such matters sorely puzzled her.
She did not learn, therefore, that the tall and handsome man who had so curiously stared at them was the Exalted Personage; she did not learn why it had been that from him Kreutzer had fled swiftly with her, obviously worrying intensely lest they might be followed. She did not know why, later, she was in closer espionage than ever. Two or three days afterwards, when Kreutzer came in with his pockets full of steamship time-tables and emigration-agents" folders, she did not dream that it was that the Most Exalted Personage had cast his eyes upon them, rather than the fact that wonderful advantages were promised to the emigrant by all this steamship literature, which had made him make a wholly unexpected plan to go from London and to cross the mighty sea. He swore her to close secrecy.
It was with the utmost difficulty that she concealed their destination from the landlady and from the slavey who a.s.sisted her in packing the small trunks which held their all. She was always glad of anything which made it absolutely necessary for them to be with her, for her father, long ago, had told her not to ask them into their small rooms when their presence there was not imperatively needed. She was and had been, ever since she could remember clearly, very lonely, full of longing for companionship--so very full of longing that, had he not commanded it, she would not have been, as he was, particular about the social status of the friends she made.