like that... delicate--" He knelt, with an expression
of concern, and, tenderly fingering the instrument,
replaced it in the box.

Gordon turned sharply and returned to the house.
Rose was in her room. He could hear her moving
rapidly about, pulling at the bureau drawers. Depression
settled upon him; he carried the lantern
into the bedroom, where he sat bowed, troubled. He
was aroused finally by the faint strains of William's
latest melodic effort drifting discreetly from the
stable.

The next morning the Vibards departed. Rose
was silent, her face, red and swollen, was vindictive.
On the back of the vehicle that conveyed them to the
parental Berrys was securely tied the square bundle
that had "fixed good" William Vibard musically for
life.

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