human
He isn't a bad sort for a violinist, mused the old man;
gpt
I am right, he said;
human
and the shadows on the wall swayed like accusing spirits. He buried his face in his hands and cried piteously,
gpt
I was so young; too young to know. He spoke as if he would conciliate the ghastly shades that moved restlessly up and down, when suddenly--
human
Sanders, don't be a fool!
gpt
I wonder who made the violin? He would not tell me when I asked him to-night; thank you for your pains, but I will find out myself, and he took the violin from the case. Holding it with the light slanting over it, he peered inside, but found no inscription.
human
No maker's name--strange, he said. He tiptoed to the foot of the stairs and listened intently;
gpt
and noiselessly he closed the door.
human
I guess if I play a tune on it he won't know.
gpt
He is fast asleep, he whispered.
human
I'll play the song I always played for her--until,
gpt
Fair as a lily, joyous and free, Light of the prairie home was she; Every one who knew her felt the gentle power Of Rosalie, the Prairie Flower.