Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-03

well-kuown &c etait une fregate," the vio-
lin aiding her with its low aud plalntive
notes:
c. etait une fregate
(Mon joli coeur de rose)
Dams la mer q touche
(Joli cRur d. un roser).
And here again were those softly slurred RS
not sharply trilled, as in the English
fashion-but gentle and half concealed, as
it were. The simple story preceded:
Y await une demoiselle
Mon joli coeur de rose)
SUI bord d. la mer pleuraiI,
| (Joli cBur d. nm rosier).
-Dtes-moi done, la belle,
| Mon joli c9ur de rose)
| Gu a vous q tant pleurerf
| lJon cRur d. un rosier).
-Je pleur' mon anneau d. OF,
mon joli cpur de rose)
Dams la mer est tombe,
| (Joli coeur de un rosier).
Then he asks the weeping damsel what she
would give to anyone who would find for
her her ring of gold that has fallen into the
sea:
-Je suis trop pauvre file,
Mon jOli cRur de rose),
Je nu puis rien donner,
(Joli c9ur d. un rosier).
Yu' mon cueur en- marriage
(Mon ioli coeur de rose)
Pour mon anneau dore
(Joli cRur d. un roSer).
But the young man sitting there in the
! twilight hardly heard further than that.
The phrase ''qu' mon ceur en- marriage"
had something more beautiful in it than
even the soft sound o: the RS as she pro-
nounced them; 1t dwelt in his heart with a
mysterious charm; even as she went on to
tell how the bold gallant who dived for the
ring of gold was drowned, what he still
seemed to hear was "Je ne puis rien donner,
gu mon c9ur en- mariage;" and when she
had finished, and there was silence, he did
not speak; there was a kind of bewi1der-
ment in the tones of her voice; and he could
not offer her commonplace thanks.
"Now I am going to light the gas" she
said cheerfully, as she laid aside her violin,
"and, grandfather, you can challenge Mr..
Harris to a game of chess or draughts, or
dominoes, whichever he likes best, so that
may get to my work, for it can't always be
playtlme."
And SO it was that, when the gas had been
lit, she returned to her own corner and to
her needlework, while her grandfather and
Vim Harris took to dominoes, the old man
having his hot water and whisky brought
to him to accompany his second pipe.
Domlnoes is a mechanical game; you can
play we'll enough even if there is the refrain
of a song ringing through your memory; the
young man did not care who won; and, in.
deed, he had quite forgotten who was the
victor as he shortly thereafter made his way
south through the lamp-lit streets.
Well, this was but the beginning of q
series of evenings, until it came to be under
stood that these three dined together each
night, subsequently returning to Mr..
Bethune's rooms for little music or DOM
inoes before parting. Win Harris assumed
the management of these modest little merry
makings; varied the scene of them as much
as possible; and SO arranged matters that no
financial question came up to ask for Maisrie
Bethune's interference. 1t is true, she some
times seemed inclined to remain at home, so
as to leave the men greater freedom, per-
haps; but he would not hear of that; and
his ever increasing intimacy now lent him
franker authority. He was high-handed in
his ways; she smiled, and yielded.
At last there came proposition that was
somewhat startling in its boldness. Gun
ningly he de erred bringing it forward until
the very end of the evening, for then he
knew that the old gentleman would be more
inclined to welcome any gay and audacious
scheme, without particularly weighing pros
and cons. Accordingly having chosen his
opportunity, he informed them that he had
been offered the use of a houseboat during
the Henley week (Which was literally true:
he had been offered it-ior the sum OF a30),
and said that he had great mind to accept
if only he could persuade Mr.. Bethune and
his granddaughter to go down as his guests.
81 understood you to say" he continued,
without giving either of them time to re-
ply, "that you had never seen Henley at the
regatta time. But it Is thing you ought
to see-it is the prettiest sight In England
it is perfectly unique-there is nothing else
like it in the world. And then they make
those house boats so comfortable; it is SIM
ply asmall floating home; or, on the other
hand, you can sit outside and be in the very
midst of all the fun. THERE'S no scramble
no crowd-no hustling-so far as we are
concerned; and we shall have our own cook
and steward. Ii you do not care5to stay the
whole week. we could go down on Tuesday
atternoon-the races begin on Wednesday
and remain for the illumination and fire.
works on Friday night Itwould be awful
ly good-natured of you both; of course
could not think of going down and occupy
ing house boat by myself Now what do
you say, Miss Bethune ?-I appeal first to
you"
"Yes. what do you say, Mairis2" the old