The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-10-17
CU'TTTR !.
n slight Breeze.
"Whrrp sutttu this MUSIC BEN the
air or on the earth:

~ has died away upon the ara dell
cate. wcllbred burst of applause fol-
lows it-and thcu-a sense OF well Oe-
ing among the fashionable throng, Il
knowledge that for the next five MN
ntps their own voices may he heard
in dainty diatribes against their nlu-
tial friends. 1t is close TO the END OF
the season that may regard this musi-
cal e.cning at Lady Sw~ansdoWn's as
really their last In town. and are al
ready dreaming Of flights upon the
morrow. \ flight from fogS. and smoke
ana acuuaiLtanCCs, to the calm, cool
depths Of the country. II is q trelnen-
deus cr,sh, ard the heat is almost IN
t~cleraalc; so is the perfume Of the
dyiug hCwcTa: bat everybody, past and
present. and future, in an artistic
aclee lygscnt. So that not 20 be here
would mean Uubappinegs.
The coveted le minutes has al
ready dawn e a close, and now as
Lady Sv0usd0wn moyCs toward n
corner Where n crowd OF young men
makes tie spot dense. everybody
glgnccs after her, with Il calm sense
Of cyVc, tation,
The clGN,d uarts rs she draws near.
ard permits her to lay her hand upon
Iit tAA'.i-NtNI VI q 81 llB iLAtA w.
lost amidst its depths.
Your turn, dearest. You will play,
went YOU? Every ore is SO anxious
SD IN tie very tiptoe Of hope. Cor
come now
She speaks uervouslv. as IL n little
afraid Of a caprici0us refusal at the
last moment: but the girl, giving her
Il quiet smile though &c word. valves
aside the gildcd youths who have sur
rounded her. and steps into the open
space outsiGe-hCr violin in her hand.
Quite calmly, with scarce a touch OF
consciousness. she moves to the posi-
ton that has been arranged for her
full into the glare of the many lights,
and the many eyes beyond. Yet she
is very conscious all the while. and her
heart beats cruelty. as she lifts the VIC
lin TO her shoulder. and slowly raises
the bow.
Such n small, slender thing, Clad IN
Il clinging gown Of amber Indian silk.
low and rounded at the neck as Il
child's frock might b.. and with puff
ell sleeves at the shoulders. that leave
the white arms bare. Arms destitute
Of ad0rnment Of any sort; without s.
much as ore small bangle. and finger
without n ring. In truth. ornaments
would have been sup%erfiu6us things
where those rerect rms and wrists.
ard hands We're concerned.
Moving lightly forward. with a lit
tie swdying movement peculiar tn her.
and Suggestive of the grace Of winged
creatures, she cones AT last To a
~standstill and poisos herself very
steadily, but with II small foot in it's
amber satin shoe, just showing he
meath her gown. Her dark. brilliant
eyes are radiant. a delicate fleck of
color has come into her cheek. her
hair curling over her wIite brow has
fallen II little forward. II is cut quite
short this pretty hair. and covers her
head III ripping masses. that are So
deeply auburn as TO le almost red,
but yet are not: she has been nierci-
fully saved from that!
The whole face is eager. passionatp.
and not without a touch Of temper
The chin, n little pointed, is n feature
In Itself. There is determination i'm II.
and wilfulness. but on the whole II
suits the misclicvous face. and adds n
piduancy to its beauty. With the
bright eyes and close cut auburn curls
this pretty, half frightened child looks
more like a boy than q girl as she
stands with her violin pressed against
her beating heart.
And now The magic Of her t0uch
makes itself known: swelling. thrch-
bling through the room. her music
rushes, thrilling the annrociative. and
rendering even the indifferent dumb.
II power What geniuSi And as
she plays. the first Suhdued but vet
felt nervousness vanishes: the girl
fades, the artist alone remains. 4
smile that is almost s%eraphic. AID tina
is quite unconscious. curves her love
ly lips. That she lives i'm this
moment a life beyond all that
the mere material world can give
Is beyond coubt.
The exqUisitelv modelled hand and
arm CLEAN against the amber of her
gown. Now and again. as if impatient
with them, she filings back the auburn
curls from her brow: and still she
plays. nerve, 4 passion that only those
who have the divine spark can know.
Wagner is her study tonight. and she
i~nterprets him with a wild belief in
him that al most makes her copartner
In his triumphs.
When the last eager sweetness of
the notes has died away. she lets her
arms fall to her sides. violin in one
hand. bow in the other. and. barely
acknowledging the %thunderous ap-
plause that greets her, turns aside. and
enters an alcoye in an ante-room ad-
joining that in which she had been
distinguishing herself, TO find her
cousin awaiting her.
"A triumph. indeed" says Col. Dal-
rymple, taking the hand with the bow
In ii, and leading her to a seat.
She is a little too breathless, too dis
turbed by her success to be able to
speak just at first, but If her mouth is