Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1885-08-06

Kate, ana the party adjourned 10 the
parlor at once.
But the piece Of music which Kate
spread out before her was so extremely
classical, so utterly beyond the taste OF
her listeners, that Lila soon saw That
they gave Il their attention from po-
liteness alone She waited inipatiently
until Kate's hands dropped from Gie
keys.
Cant you play us The Mocking
Bird with variations, KateP" she asked
n little timidly, fearing her sisters re-
ply.
Eyes, that was always favorite of
mine said Mr. Marshall.
II don't play anything Of that kind. "
said Kate. IN a chilling tone. II haven't
played The Mocking Bird since was
fourteen years old"
"Do you know any dance musicpn
asked Will Beardsley. III may be sub
jecting myself to your inward scorn.
Miss Kate, but must confess a liking
for waltzes and galopSn
Kate tried TO reprcss Il, but de-
risive smile curled the corners of her
mouth
81 leave dance music for Tom," she
said. "Whenever he is home he tortures
me by strumming on my piano when
ever he can gct chance. and the
'Chopsticks Waltz, The Blue Danube
and 'Mollie Darling are among his
fayorite selections"
"lie knows all the Pinafore airs,
too" cried Lila. II think il Is wonder
ful that he can play so well, for he
never took lesson in his life"
81 don't agree with YOU as 10 his
PLAYING weii," said Kate. 'If it
wouldn't look selfish | would lock the
piano whenever am through using It. ="
'Well. suppose we 60 out on the
porch again, said Lila. There is no
use staying in here If Kate won't play
anything we like"
''lt is not my fault that you don't like
Il" said Kate
mo, il is our misfortune" said win
Beardsley, laughing 1--WE poor NOR
tails have not reached your height yet.
You do well TO aim only at the best.
Miss Kate, but we can moi all have your
chance.
As the sisters were going upstairs on
their way 70 Their bedrooms, an hour
or two later, Lila turned to Kate and
said. In an aggrievcd tone;
1T was really unkind of You not TO
play anything we asked you for. Kate.
! know Mr.. Marshall was dreadlully
disappointed.
You told me that he was fond Of
music. said Kate. coldly. "lf you
meant trash. why didn't you say SOP
II think it is downright selfish for
you to learn pieces that only one per-
son out of a hundred can enjoy" cred
Lila. "At least you Nigh, learn some.
thing occasionally that would please
the friends | invite here"
my friends enjoy my music" said
Kate, land | can not waste my time
over the trashy pieces you would select
for rue. Your friend, Minna Day.
wanted to join our club, and vas sure
her music was up to our standard. We
admitted her to our meeting last night
and gave her trial. She was TO play
anything she chose, and we were 70
criticise. What do you think she Sc
lected? | declare l almost laughed
when she began on What are the Wild
Waves Saving with variations. You
ought to have seen the faces of the
other membersl 1t was as good as
farce. OF course we will not admit her."
Il don't blame you in the least" said
Lila, warmly. Her music would not be
acceptable, and it is only to your credit
TO cultivate yourself as far as possible;
but i think it would be only polite for
you to learn a few pieces that would
please your family. Father has spent
hundreds of dollars on your musical ed
ucation, and you show your apprecia-
ton of his generosity ty playing moth
ing he can enjoy"
1T seems to me tina. you are giving
me regular lecture. said Kate. Il
will leave you before you get fairly
warmed up to your work. for fear you
might say something even more disa-
greeable."
Unpleasant truths never are palat-
able, said Lila, as parting shot
The next day Kate dressed herself in
her most becoming suit, and went to
call at Mrs. Beardsley's She had ex-
pected to see WIN, but his mother told
her that he was on the hills sketching.
'You may tell him that he may ex-
pect a note from me this evening" said
Kate. She spent an hour after she
reached home in the composition OF
that note, for she wanted il to be word
ed in a manner that would leave moth
ing to be desired. tlss
II am going to take that prize with
out fail. mother" she said that even
ing. II thought last night Of something
can put in my quilt that will make il
hun1red times prettier than thought
it wonh ever 6e. You mustn't ask me
any questions. i will tel you all about
il as soon as get a note | am expect
ing"
The door-bell rang shortly after and
she left tie room, her face fairly beam
ing.
''It is my note. suppose" she said.
as she went out. ~
She returned half an hour laser. Her
eyes were red and swollen from weep
ing, and an angry fash was on her
face.
"Did you ever hear Of anything so
meauP" she cried, crumpling in one
hand sheet Of note paper IL would
not have believed il OF him! Oh. NAM
ma / am so disappointed. | was sure
he would be only too glad to oblige me!
can never like him again"
"What is all this about, Kate?" asked
Mrs. Stormouth. II don't understand
you.
''Why, | wrote such a nice note 20
Will Beardsley. mamma, telling him
how much had admired the beautiful
PICTURES he had painted. and which his
mother showed me this afternoon, and
saying how proud Diiington was Of his
wonderful talent And then told him
about my crazy-quilt, and how anxious
| was TO take the iirst prize, and asked
him II be wouldn't paint me a center
piece for ii on cardinal satin. selecting
any design he thought would look we'll.
! left it entirely TO his taste. told him
how much ! would appreciate the pos
session Of a piece of his work, and-and