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rekindled within my breast； and then with half…closed eyes； and wooingly；
she said：
‘‘No drooping Clytie could be more constant than I to him who strikes
the chord that is responsive in my soul。''
Her emotion must have surprised her； but immediately she regained
her placidity and reverted no more to the subject。
I went out into the gathering gloom。 Her words haunted me。 A strange
feeling came over me。 A voice within me cried： ‘‘Do not play to…night。
Study！ study！ Perhaps in the full fruition of your genius your music； like
the warm western wind to the harp； may bring life to her soul。''
I fled； and I am here。 I am delving deeper and deeper into the
mysteries of my art； and I pray God each hour that He may place within
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my grasp the wondrous music His blessed angels sing； for the soul of her I
love is at。 tuned to the harmonies of heaven。
Your affectionate brother； ANGELO。 ISLAND OF BAHAMA；
January 2。
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VI
When Diotti left New York so precipitately he took passage on a coast
line steamer sailing for the Bahama Islands。 Once there； he leased a small
cay； one of a group off the main land； and lived alone and unattended； save
for the weekly visits of an old fisherman and his son； who brought
supplies of provisions from the town miles away。 His dwelling…place；
surrounded with palmetto trees； was little more than a rough shelter。 Diotti
arose at daylight； and after a simple repast； betook himself to practise。
Hour after hour he would let his muse run riot with his fingers。 Lovingly
he wooed the strings with plaintive song； then conquering and triumphant
would be his theme。 But neither satisfied him。 The vague dream of a
melody more beautiful than ever man had heard dwelt hauntingly on the
borders of his imagination； but was no nearer realization than when he
began。 As the day's work closed； he wearily placed the violin within its
case； murmuring； ‘‘Not yet； not yet； I have not found it。''
Days passed； weeks crept slowly on； still he worked； but always with
the same result。 One day； feverish and excited； he played on in monotone
almost listless。 His tired； over…wrought brain denied a further thought。 His
arm and fingers refused response to his will。 With an uncontrollable
outburst of grief and anger he dashed the violin to the floor； where it lay a
hopeless wreck。 Extending his arms he cried； in the agony of despair： ‘‘It
is of no use！ If the God of heaven will not aid me； I ask the prince of
darkness to come。''
A tall； rather spare； but well…made and handsome man appeared at the
door of the hut。 His manner was that of one evidently conversant with the
usages of good society。
‘‘I beg pardon；'' said the musician； surprised and visibly nettled at the
intrusion； and then with forced politeness he asked： ‘‘To whom am I
indebted for this unexpected visit？''
‘‘Allow me；'' said the stranger taking a card from his case and handing
it to the musician； who read： ‘‘Satan；'' and； in the lower left…hand corner
‘‘Prince of Darkness。''
‘‘I am the Prince；'' said the stranger； bowing low。
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There was no hint of the pavement… made ruler in the information he
gave； but rather of the desire of one gentleman to set another right at the
beginning。 The musician assumed a position of open…mouthed wonder；
gazing steadily at the visitor。
‘‘Satan？'' he whispered hoarsely。
‘‘You need help and advice；'' said the visitor； his voice sounding like
that of a disciple of the healing art； and implying that he had thoroughly
diagnosed the case。
‘‘No； no；'' cried the shuddering violinist； ‘‘go away。 I do not need
you。''
‘‘I regret I can not accept that statement as gospel truth；'' said Satan；
sarcastically； ‘‘for if ever a man needed help； you are that man。''
‘‘But not from you；'' replied Diotti。
‘‘That statement is discredited also by your outburst of a few moments
ago when you called upon me。''
‘‘I do not need you；'' reiterated the musician。 ‘‘I will have none of
you！'' and he waved his arm toward the door； as if he desired the interview
to end。
‘‘I came at your behest； actuated entirely by kindness of heart；'' said
Satan。
Diotti laughed derisively； and Satan； showing just the slightest feeling
at Diotti's behavior； said reprovingly： ‘‘If you will listen a moment； and
not be so rude to an utter stranger； we may reach some conclusion to your
benefit。''
‘‘Get thee behind''
‘‘I know exactly what you were about to say。 Have no fears on that
score。 I have no demands to make and no impossible compacts to insist
upon。''
‘‘I have heard of you before；'' know… ingly spoke the violinist nodding
his head sadly。
‘‘No doubt you have；'' smilingly。 ‘‘My reputation； which has suffered
at the hands of irresponsible people； is not of the best； and places me at
times in awkward positions。 But I am beginning to live it down。'' The
stranger looked contrition itself。 ‘‘To prove my sincerity I desire to help
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you win her love；'' emphasizing her。
‘‘How can you help me？''
‘‘Very easily。 You have been wasting time； energy and health in a wild
desire to play better。 The trouble lies not with you。''
‘‘Not with me？'' interrupted the violinist； now thoroughly interested。
‘‘The trouble lies not with you；'' repeated the visitor； ‘‘but with the
miserable violin you have been using and have just destroyed；'' and he
pointed to the shattered instrument。
Tears welled from the poor violinist's eyes as he gazed on the
fragments of his beloved violin； the pieces lying scattered about as the
result of his unfortunate anger。
‘‘It was a Stradivarius；'' said Diotti； sadly。
‘‘Had it been a Stradivarius； an Amati or a Guarnerius； or a host of
others rolled into one； you would not have found in it the melody to win
the heart of the woman you love。 Get a better and more suitable
instrument。''
‘‘Where is one？'' earnestly interrogated Diotti； vaguely realizing that
Satan knew。
‘‘In my possession；'' Satan replied。
‘‘She would hate me if she knew I had recourse to the powers of
darkness to gain her love；'' bitterly interposed Diotti。
Satan； wincing at this uncomplimentary allusion to himself； replied
rather warmly： ‘‘My dear sir； were it not for the fact that I feel in
particularly good spirits this morning； I should resent your ill…timed
remarks and leave you to end your miserable existence with rope or
pistol；'' and Satan pantomimed both suicidal contingencies。
‘‘Do you want the violin or not？''
‘‘I might look at it；'' said Diotti； resolving mentally that he could go so
far without harm。
‘‘Very well；'' said Satan。 He gave a long whistle。
An old man； bearing a violin case； came within the room。 He bowed to
the wondering Diotti； and proceeded to open the case。 Taking the
instrument out the old man fondled it with loving and tender solicitude；
pointing out its many beautiesthe exquisite blending of the curves； the
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evenness of the grain； the peculiar coloring； the lovely contour of the neck；
the graceful outlines of the body； the scroll； rivaling the creations of the
ancient sculptors； the solidity of the bridge and its elegantly carved heart；
and； waxing exceedingly enthusiastic； holding up the instrument and
looking at it a