The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1895-11-01
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By THE DUCHESS.

By THE
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thoEoughly understand her. Misa
FairfAx looks amused. Her pretty
brows 60 up, the corners Of her lips
come down, malicious twinkle brigh'
tens her dark eys.
mo. and 1t speaks badly for me,
Mary. You know these lines Of
Shakespeare's:
The man that hath no music in him
self,
Nor 10 not mov'd with concord Of
sweet sounds,
70 at for treason, stratagemD and
| and spoils.'
''Now read the other way round
and surely you have hartford. He
does love music, you must acknow.
ledge that. therefore all bad thoughts
and feelings are far from him. Hap.
py Dartfordr' Clasping her hands 10
fervent admiration. "Would that oil
were like him. Do you know, Mary,
I'm afraid Noel IL never moved with
concord Of sweet sounds
I" The motions Of his spirits are dull
as night,
Let no such man be trusted
"Mark that. His affection. dark %
Erebus. And again, let no such man
be trusted am sorry Tor poor
Noel"
"Nonsenser' ansrily. "You should
not speak Of him like that"
Miss Fairfax hurst out laughing.
Nevertheless, he Is a dull fellow, y
says she, yawning. ''There ID no mus
ic in him. Not note not the smallest
pipe. Music and charity are akin you
know" :.
"You have taken him In quite q
wrong spirit" says Mary, with some
vehemence. "You teach yourself to
think him opinionated and severe. and
that he does not care for you. or for
talent; whereas the truth IL that he is
as foolishly In love with you as any
school-boy, and that you could wind
him around your little finger. did 1t
80 suit you"
"well-it doesn'a; I trust my little
finger was made for better purposes"
says Mis- Fairfax, with naughty
move. ooh Mary do you honestly
honestly think I have geniuS? Do you
believe that II I-had been born poor
girl, without a farthing Of my own,
that l could have made money by 1t?
That Is the test"
II do indeed believe It," wondering
at her eArnestness, but unfortunately
not grasping the meaning Of 1t. "But
you should he thankful, dearest, that
no such test is required Of you"
Eyes. yes, Of course" hastily. "Yet,
I should like to try"
ITO 60 on the stage do you mean?"
mot that exactly. But at concerts
now! to play to the public 20. To play
to private people is nothing, they fiat
ter, and tell one all sorts of p retty
things-but oh! to have the world ut
ones feet, II only for one little, mo-
ment."
"Be thankful you can't" says Miss
Sylvester, brusquely for her, "such a
life as you describe would be nbhor.
rent 10 you. 1t would kill such little
sensitive thing as you. All that sort
Of thing sounds enhancing when one
is we'll out OF 1t: but to really have to
work for ones gingerbread takes the
gilt of It,
II can't believe It," says Eleanor.
impetuously, Slipping OF the table and
beginning to pace up and down the
room with some excitement in her
voice and eyes. "The life you advo-
cate IL tame, wearisome, monotonous.
There is too much snug comfort In It
there is, in fact, nothing in it. But In
that other-where by ones exertions
one conquers Fate and the world.
there surely lies the noblest of ambi.
lions. oh, Mary, II l dared sneak to
sou. IT, stopping short and gazing
1xedly at her friend. IF I could Inv
bare to you all that Is now within my
heart-I-"
II say, girls, where are you? Nell.
Mary, where the-what on earth are
sou doing in here, wasting all the
lfternoon7" cries Dicky Sylvester.
bursting into the room ut this moment.
and forever checking Miss Fairfax's
attempt at confession. "There's Dal-
rtymple giving way to his bad language
because won't play q single with
him; know him too we'll for that, SO
DO beseech you as you love me to
some out, and let's have a double"
ut is too warm" says his sister.
laughing, "Amory is in London still.
and is not expected down until the
evening""
II know It But what will you. Dali
rymple's temper Ia warm, too. He
grows ferocious. Will you abandon
me to his untender mercies? Nell. my
best beloved" tucking his hand under
her slender arm, come to the rescue"
Come on, Mary" says she, in a re-
signed tone, and In truth perhaps q lit
tie grateful to him for the sudden en-
try that has left her secret still her
own.
"You know when Dicks mind ID
made up naught Is left save to lay
Town ones arms"
II wish could lay down my body"
says Mary, with a stified yawp. 81
never felt 80 tired. The heat Is terri
ble. and to be asked to play tennis In
It is-we4l! II I die, Dicky, put q de-
cent stone over me. It will he your
auty, having been the means Of plac-
Ing me under i"
"'Naught was never in danger
quotes Mr.. Sylvester calamity, giving
Der . gentle push toward the door.