The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-11-14
CHAPTER yyi-tCOntfpued.D

There IL nothing beyond Il p"ett
compliment to his superior powers as
accompanist conveyed in these last
words: but hartford, who has been Il
good deal spoiled by a certain class or
women, mistakes her.
ado YOU think l am not sensible or
that!'' says he with considerable en-
preSsement and an earnest look that
has done considerable service oil ana
on. Miss Fairfax stares at him. n
then. as if Il little uncertain rs to ms
meaning. but charitably surprising
that it is not nonsense, but an aD-
surdly humble tribute to her genius
that has actuated the enigmatical re-
ply. says kindly:
well. it's very good of you, I'm
sure
"Eh? WHAT" says he, pausing as
one might who is partly deaf and has
failed to comprehend. If he had been
enigmatical to her, she has been
dOubly so to him,
you are very good, too good per-
Sists she, secure in her w reading,
and feeling so ashamed Of such praise
from Il nan who really understands
music. After all. What is she?'
The world has yet to prove her a
genius, or merely talented.
'Oh. ay! just So" says hartford, still
at sea-: and now with his usual beam
ing smile that has so little in it. by
Joye! it's the first time I've been told
THAR
Somebody coming up to Eleanor at
this moment. and touching her arm,
she impatiently turns to her right.
Dalrymple. his face paler and sterner
<l,ap ,,yt,,l IS ctonlinr hnci1n hnr
Mrs. Maxwell Is so anxious to hear
Lord hartford sing that your grand
father has sent me 70 you toto ask
him to do So"
There is something in the grave re-
prOach that is so very near to anger
in his eyes that enrages Miss Fairfax,
she gives him but curt reply.
Certainly" she says. HE is so
kind, so agreeable always, that | an
sure he will not refuse"
She turns a cold glance from Dali
rymple to let a beaming smile fall on
hartford.
"Have you heardT' she says. Mrs.
Maxwell will be unhappy until you
have sung to her. Go. Put her out
of pain. Sing to her"
Not to her. to you,' says he softly
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words. but can mark the lover-like
look and attitude. and can feel the
pang that contracts his heart.
at is a compliment says Eleanor,
prettily, but utterly without senti-
ment, and presently Dartford's we'll
cultivated voice Is sounding through
the room. He has chosen a quaint lit
tie love song. as simple as possible.
and into the last verse he throws rs
much devotion as he dares, hoping
Eleanor will accept it for herself.
s that our hearts be one,
So that our love be true.
The world may laugh or frown
For mt and you.
Men may be wise or fools,
Stars may die out above,
We ask of life no gift
But love-but love.!"
1t is a distinctly passionate little eff.
fort on Dartford's part, but. unfOrtu,
nately, Mrs. Maxwell, a little, light.
hearted, half-pretty woman of thirty
five or So, has Il passing tendresse fol-
him, and who had asked him to sing
takes the devotion, the words, the
subdued passion, entirely as her own
What a heavenly song" says she
w~aylaying him as he rises from the
piano. and, bending forward, in a lit
tie fashion of her own, to glance uI
at him from under her lashes. "And
how true! Oh" rapturously, "love
love.'
"LOve-that makes the world &C
round" says he CURLY, making a pre-
tence of filling up her sentence. ''Tha,
Is about as near rubbish, you know
as they make ii nowadays. It's money
money that makes the world revOlve
That's the true axis. You take my
word for it,"
There is something a little bruta
about the mana little vulgar. HAY
ing thus, without regard to the small
est courtesy, "Choked off" as he WouIt
himself have said. this woman will
whom he had dallied many an hour
II oft, he crosses the room TO where
the latest fancy sits smiling kindly a
old General Maxwell.
Il am telling Miss Fairfax that shl
has been Il little unkind to us 10
night says the general, looking M
ut hartford. 1--WE so seldom have the
chance Of hearing her divine interrre
tatiOnS Of our favoritcS that she SHOULD
not grudge us a good deal of her violin
when we do meet. And you. Dart
ford. have heard you accompany her
1t was a treat. Might" turning gal
lantly to Eleanor, IAN old man pleaC
fer such another perfect half hour to
niglt!"
You have a silver tongue, general
What is it | could refuse you?" say,
Miss Nell. sweetly. Are you l. tn,
vein, Lord hartford? Come, then, w,
will do our best to charm this clev
crest. if kindliest of critics." Sh,
smiles down at the general, who, il
truth, has a fine knowledge of music
and a love for il passing all others.