The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1895-11-08

The room Is rapt In soft silence;
the old man, Lord Carbyne, is draw
ing in deep, long signs Of content
ment; great savage as he Is to his
domestics and those dearest to him,
music hath charms to soothe his
breast-and beyond all other music,
that Of his grandchild. She is now
standing beside the piano In q care
less, unstudied attitude, with pretty
flush upon her cheeks, and Mt oil
events, part of her heart In the sweet
strains she is drawing from her vio-
lin. Now, most sud, most mournful
they run, and now, wild with glad
mirth, and now again, filled with a
martial meaning that stirs the souls
Of those who listen.
Yet to Dalrymple, who has made
her a study, unconsciously, for the
past twelve months, It ia plain that
she Is but coquetting with her violin:
making use of 1t, as 1t were, to get
through the present movement, with
q view to another movement further
on, rich In promise. His jealousy but
too plainly points to hartford us the
one who is to bring that promise to
perfection.
And presently, even as he is brood
ing unhappily over this suspicion,
the music comes to an end.
and Miss Fairfax, with a
pretty word or two of thanks
to the pale young man who had very
inefticiently accompanied her on the
plano, and an Unsurpassed sigh Of
relief, moves lightly across the room
to where Mary Sylvester Is sitting be-
cfdn vary 1oor, CnV1noH VaynyruYa sHnt I'm
like u medieval saint. This latter
she Inns indeed managed to acquire for
public occasions and an expression not
to he matched for melancholy resig-
nation, and is now shaking her short,
tangled, flaming locks in Miss Sylves-
ter's rather bored face. Eleanor, bear
ing down upon her, drops on one knee
beside the saint and most irreverently
chucks her under the chin.
"VYhat's the latest craze, SallyT'
asks she, gayly.
ooh, not Sally, dearest, 1 implorer'
cries Mrs. Mountby-Aiaugrc. with q
despairing moan. "sarall-that beau
tiful old name. Not, not that terri
BILE
She appears on the point Of fainting,
and gropes Mindly for the vinaigrette
that hangs by long silver chain from
her girdle.
"Why, 1t was Sarah last month, !"
says Eleanor. unfeelingly.
"A month! What an eternity nay
lie In month"; breathes Mrs. Mount
by-Afaugre. 'How you talk Of 1llne!
Precious Time! How much may rot
he accomplished In thirty-oue days"
"a good deal, certainly" says Flea
nor, springing to her feet with all the
adorable elasticity Of youth. sit has
enabled you to get chrlstened all over
againw
Somebody laughs as she says this.
and, turning her eyes quickly, she
finds Lord hartford at her elbow; a
slight, spare man, with q dark com.
plexion, heavy mustache ana light
gray eyes. A man outwardly polish
ed, inwardly dlngy to q degree. Not
vulgarly dissipafed In appearance, but
Enthusiastically 20 for ali that. An ex-
cellent musician; q good talker; ever
with q good humored word upon his
lips, or Q Test, becoming or otherwise
as his company shifts itself; without
. particle Of heart, and no character
Whatsoever.
That he Ii not0riously epris about
Miss Fairfax, 10 fact now accented
By his ct, Where she goes, 10 Goes,
ns often 40 IL practicable throwing
himself In her path on all OCCASIONS,
To the girl herself. he 10 nothing more
than the most excellent interpreter OF
her fav0rite composers, and an inval.
nable ally when she wants some ons
to aid her In her musical triumphs.
To the blase man Of the world, accus.
toned to take things 20 they seem, tie