BROKEN MELODIES.
"Aren't music publishers maddening?" said Clarice. "Here's a tune that promises awfully well, and breaks off suddenly."
I went over to the piano.
On the music-rest was a sheet of music, back to front, showing the opening bars of several songs the publishers wished to commend to our notice; appetisers, as it were.
Clarice played the opening bars, the only ones which were given.
"Please continue," I said; "I'm beginning to like it already."
"How can I?" said Clarice. "How do I know how it goes on? It's simply maddening."
"Aren't there any rules?" I said. "What I mean is, don't certain notes follow certain other notes?"
"Not necessarily," said Clarice. "Why should they?"