Come now , play something more for me before you go -- something that 's bright and happy this time , so as to leave me with a good taste in my mouth . That last thing you played took me straight to heaven , -- but heaven 's awful near to hell , and at the last you tipped me in . '' `` I do n't understand you , '' said Felix , drawing his fine , narrow black brows together in a perplexed frown . `` No -- and I would n't want you to . You could n't understand unless you was an old man who had it in him once to do something and be a MAN , and just went and made himself a devilish fool . But there must be something in you that understands things -- all kinds of things -- or you could n't put it all into music the way you do . How do you do it ? How in -- how DO you do it , young Felix ? '' `` I do n't know . But I play differently to different people . I do n't know how that is . When I 'm alone with you I have to play one way ; and when Janet comes over here to listen I feel quite another way -- not so thrilling , but happier and lonelier . And that day when Jessie Blair was here listening I felt as if I wanted to laugh and sing -- as if the violin wanted to laugh and sing all the time . '' The strange , golden gleam flashed through old Abel 's sunken eyes . `` God , '' he muttered under his breath , `` I believe the boy can get into other folk 's souls somehow , and play out what HIS soul sees there . '' `` What 's that you say ? '' inquired Felix , petting his fiddle . `` Nothing -- never mind -- go on . Something lively now , young Felix . Stop probing into my soul , where you have n't no business to be , you infant , and play me something out of your own -- something sweet and happy and pure . ''
`` I 'll play the way I feel on sunshiny mornings , when the birds are singing and I forget I have XXXXX be a minister , '' said Felix simply .
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