The Fifth String by John Philip Sousa
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``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 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. |
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