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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 06, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18',
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THE OLD VIOLIN
By Eva Morris Robertson
(Copyright, 1916, W. "k Chapman.)
"Oh, Natalie, what do you think
you are an heiress !"
"It's true," affirmed her married
sister. "Here is an item in the Ross
ville paper, and it says that among
the beneficiaries of Uncle Warren's
will are several relatives outside of his
direct family. See your name: 'Miss
Natalie. Prescott.' "
Natalie's pulse fluttered a trifle.
Her name was, indeed, mentioned.
She lay down the violin on which she
had been practicing and read the an
nouncement. "Maybe it's ten thousand dollars;
maybe it's twenty!" cried Kate, excit
edly. "You know that Uncle Warren
was a very rich man. My! if you
should get a big lot of money, think
what you could do for the children
and for me, poor, overworked and a
nervous wreck. I would go away for
one grand stay at the seashore, and
get some new clothes. Oh, I hope
your legacy is something substan
tial!" "Kate, dear, do not count on it,"
advised Natalie, with a sad smile.
"Uncle Warren had near family rela
tives, and of course they will get the
bulk of his estate. I fancy he has re
membered me with some trifling me
mento." "I'm going to find out. Trust me
for that!" declared Kate, determined
ly. They were of wide, diverging na
tures, these sisters. Natalie, patient,
tender-hearted, industrious. Her sis
ter was just the reverse complain
ing, dissatisfied, eager for some good
fortune that would enable her to live
without labor. Natalie was a profi
cient musician with piano and violin
and gave lessons, paying her grasping
married sister more than a fair sum
It was a week later when Kate
flashed in upon Natalie at the piano
in a feverish state of indignation and
"The mean old hunks!" she scold
ed; "what do you think? I wrote the
lawyers of uncle's estate, demanding
to know what they had left you "
"Oh, Kate'" remonstrated Natalie.
"'I've got the reply," and Kate
waved an open letter in her hand. "All
Would Draw Sweet, Plaintive Melody
From the Vibrant Strings.
he has left you is that old clap-trap
of a violin he doted over so."
"Oh, Kate! Did he, indeed?" cried
Natalie with sparkling eyes. "Why,
his prized Carero is priceless! It was
his most precious treasure. To think
that he would leave it to me !"
Kate flounced off, ridiculing the ex
travagant delight of her sister over
"a piece of antiquated rubbish!" Na
talie fondly thought of the old man's
delight in his favored instrument. Of
ten he had played to her, and he had