Evening Star Newspaper, March 9, 1930, Page 97

NGTON, D. C, MARCH 9, 1930. of the Past Year Hevrr Feldner stared, his arm poised motionless. The heads of the eagerly: “Well, what happened? Did you find it?” “Wait'll I get rid of these whiskers so I can talk,” said the singer of drinking songs. “When Fritz came out of the gate we shinned the wall, but right over the entrance to the out- building was a bright electric light. That was ticklish. The air pistol was noiseless, all right, but I hadn’t practiced enough with it. Finally I hit the light and Alec had the gas masks and N\ A\ N M AN \ TR \\ N N\ N\ and humiliation of false accusations had weakened the Master physically and mentally, He was transferred from prison to a private asylum mear Zurich, where his condition was pronounced not serious enough for strict con- finement. He had some visitors. One evening as he and an attendant amused themselves in the billiard room, gongs rang. ‘There was & ery of “Fire! Fire!” and scurrying Next morning the chief of the American secret service found on his desk an intercepted from Priedrichshafen in Germany, e ebber Glover §51 Sharply he cut off the trombones. One, {wo— now, for the solo cadenza. . . . There was old Muller, instrument poised alert. Uncon- sciously the young man found himself noticing the rather noble old head, the thick, clever fingers, the bristling white hair; and quite un- expectedly something inside warned and said, “Poor old chap.” Abmcwsunthecellm,tlnee- full sweep of the baton toward first oboe, and the pastoral cadenza raised its quaint sylvan voice over the hushed orchestra. With a satisfled smile, the young composer followed the arresting and piquant bars, ready to flash But the little piping notes, instead of droning dizzy, dancing scale. Herr Feldner stared, his arms poised motion- less. The heads of the players turned in be- t. The piping struck off guyly into earthly and capricious air. young conductor felt himself suddenly with perspiration. He grasped the event falling to the floor. Vaguely moved in a simulation of direction as tune gathered momentum. The yers turned to their conductor the of lost sheep. To Herr Feldner it a large, malicious elf was sitting at the first oboe stand, carelessly piping his destruction. Despair swept over him. Hadn’t he heard that all good oboists go mad at last? On . . . on, the flying fingers danced! In the last row of the orchestra hall Herr Gottlieb, head of the town council, sat up, shaking off the drowsiness with which concerts often afflicted him after a well wined dinner. He leaned forward, listening attentively. “Let’s see, that would be oboe, now.” mured. “What a brilllant passage! Like a breath from the woods. That young com- And he consulted his pro- to read his name again, to apply, too—the rules of humanity, of friend- suppose Zero, , revealed the Ameri- can part in the affair? He sent away a Mar- grete weeping tears of joy. GOODSwmuwymwokteuhdnlhnu well as marks, and in a few days Zero was out of prison, but not safe. he was followed. At any moment a knife might be thrust between his ribs. For some days and nights, Zero and his sis- ter kept in hiding, guarded by an armed mem- ber of the American secret service. Then by night their friend took the devoted pair to the Italian border. Did the German secret service reach out and strike them even in Italy? Did his dread disease claim Zero? Their American friends who tried to save them hope not—but they do not know. The defeat of the Master is the war exploit of which they are proudest. It won for both decorations. The principal actor, Zero'’s friend, whom the French chief begged for aid, who sang the drinking song on the moonlight road by Lake Constance, has another token of which Petain.” The Master, when last heard of, had re- one of the largest cities in the thriving Ger- man Republic. (Copyright, 1930.) In the next installment Mr. Johnson iells of the women played in Secret Service; next y in the Star Magazine, Beware! A dentist’s ad I & local paper! ‘“Wpeshal siven to mew patients.” conductor, the impromptu interlude siid the original paralyzing spell lifted, the young come ductor’s mind was racing ahead, calculate ing. For the next 54 bars the oboe had a reste= God!—with plenty going on in the otheg sections to drown out any terrifying digrese sions that might burst forth again. To Whe wretched composer his new prelude was now & mere ingenious noise-making device with the sole function of covering up a possible oboe interlude. But after the long rest, what then? Why, the end of the prelude, to be sure, oB strings? Was not that the inspired ending some evil spirit had prompted him to cone ceive for his prelude? Herr Feldner shuddered, A stolen glance at the placid red face of the first obce revealed nothing. He was sitting very still, apparently ¢ounting his protracted rest and biding his time. And the frantic come poser now saw plainly from the anxious glances of his players that they, too, visioned a gro- tesque bacchanale as the horrid conclusion of the prelude. The fatal end was approaching, inevitably. Herr Feldner was no longer capable of t. The strings entered apprehensively upon the last, long, fading chord. Reluctantly they died to a whisper, vulnerable and helpless before whatever onslauy™t of acid, pelting tones awaited them. The orchestra held its breath] the conductor shut his eyes. . . . But no sound came. The strings drifted into silence. The baton ceased moving. Half in & daze, Herr Feldner opened his eyes and dared to look. The first oboe was fast asleep. - His instrument, limp in his thick fingers, rose and fell regularly with his large stomach. On his flushed face was a benign, peaceful smile, The young man stared, lips parted in astone ishment. Unbidden, the phrase “Sleeping Bace poser turned limply to face the “Bravos® of the noisily applauding crowd. (Conyright, 1930.) W ashington Printers. Continued from Ninth Page H. All Foresman, Benjamin Franklin, I. Pulles, John Furlong, W. A. Purmage, C. F. Ol more, J. P. Grant, George R. Gray, H. W, Gray, George H. Green, George Gregory, A. 8. Griggs, C. E. Hall, J. N, Hall, Q. P. C. R. Hanleiter, C. T. Harding, James Kearney, Thomas Kearney, H. A. Keefer, F. C. Kemon, M. H. Kendig, R. W. Kerr, . H. F. Keyser, J. M. Kibble, W. A. King, W. Mar= den King, R. E. Langston, F. B. Lathrop, George Laurenzi, Remy Lefranc, C. M. Lewis, W. P. Lige ‘W. H. Livermore, U. W. Lowdermilk, Charles , P. Z. Maquire, James B. Mahan, J. A, Mahoney, Harry B. 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