Mrs.Taine had employed Sibyl Andres to play for her guests that evening; thinking to tease the artist by presenting his mountain comrade in the guise of a hired servant.

Why the girl had not told him, he did not know.

Perhaps she had thought to enjoy his surprise.

The effect of the girl's presence--or rather of her music, for she, herself, could not be seen--upon the artist was quite other than Mrs.Taine intended.
Under the spell of the spirit that spoke in the violin, Aaron King was carried far from his glittering surroundings.

Again, he stood where the bright waters of Clear Creek tumbled among the granite boulders, and where he had first moved to answer the call of that music of the hills.