The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-11-07

Amid the golden gifts which Heav-
Has left. like portions of it's light, on
earth.
None hath such influence as music
hath"
The o is rapt in a soft silence:
the old man. Lord Carbyne, is draw
ing in deep. long signs OF content
ment: great savage rs he Is TO MS
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 n care
less. unStudied attitude. with a pretty
flush upon her cheeks, and at all
events. part Of her heart in the sweet
strains she is dri wing from her vlo-
lin. Now, most sad. most mournful
they run, and now, wild with glad
mirth. and now again, filled with Il
martial meaning that StirS the souls
of those who listen.
Yet to Dalrymple, who has made
her Il study, un~consciously. for the
past twelve months, it is plain that
she is but cOquetting with her violin:
making use of il, as it were, to get
through the present movement, with
Il view to another movement further
on, rich in promise. His jealousy but
too plainly points to hartford as the
II who is to bring that promise to
perfection.
And presently. even as he is brood
ing unhappily over this suspicion.
the music IN TO an cid,
and Miss Fairfax, with Il
pretty word or two Of thanks
to the pale young man who had very
inefficicntly accompanied her on the
piano. and an i'll Suppressed sigh of
relief. moves lightly across the
10 where Mary Sylvester is sitting be-
side a very lean young III got mp
like IL medieval saint. This latter
she has indeed managed to acquire for
public occasions and an expression not
to be matched for melancholy rCSig-
nation. and is now shaking her short.
tangled, flaming locks in Miss SJlvcs-
ter's rather bored face. Eleanor. bear.
ing down upon her, drops OF n knee
beside the saint and most i~rrevarently
chucks her under the chin.
"What'S the latest craze, Sally: :"
asks she, gayly.
"Oh. not Sally, dearest, l implore.'
cries Mrs. Mountby-Maugre. with Il
despairing moan. "Sarah-that beau
tiful old name. Not, not that terri
BILE"
She appears On the point of fainting.
and gropes Kindly for the v~inaigrette
that hangs by Il long silver chain from
her girdie.
why, it was Sarah last month"
says Eleanor, unfeelingly.
"A month. What an eternity nay
lie i'll a MONTH" breathes Mrs. Mount
by-Maugre. How you talk of zine,
Precious Time! How much may rot
be accomplished in thirty-one days"
"A good deal. certainly" says Flea
nor. ~Springing to her feet with all the
adorable elasticity of youth. at has
enabled you to get christened all over
again."
Somebody laughs as she says this.
and, turning q eyes quickly, she
finds Lord hartford at her elbow: a
Slight, spare man, with a dark COM
pleXion, heavy mustache and light
gray eyes. A IA Outwardly polish
ed, inwardly dingy u n degree. Not
yulSarly dissipated in appearance. but
Enthusiastically so for all that. An eX-
ceilent musician: a good talker; ever
with n Ood-humored word upon his
lips. or a jest, becoming or otherwise
as his company shifts itself; without
n particle of heart, and no character
Whatsoever.
That he Is VIGOROUSLY epris about
Miss Fairfax, ~ a fact now accepted
by his set. Where she goes, he goes.
as often as is Notwithstanding
himself in her path on all occasions.
To the girl herself, he is nothing more
than the most excellent Interpreter of
her fayorite composers, and an inyal.
liable ally when she wants some one
to aid her in her musical triumphs.
To the blase man of the world, accus.
toned to take things as they seem. the
naive pleasure she displays in his So
ciety a but n meaning, that she
has given to him her young hearts
first love, and IS pining to receive from
him the assurance that the battered
and hideouS remains Of what he is
pleased to call his hove has been gra-
ciouSly laid before her to pick up and
cherish in her innocent bosom.
You are cruel!' whispers he to her
now, drawing her n little away from
the affronted saint, who has now con.
jured up n martyred air. "And not
only to her This with distinct mean.
ing: but Miss Fairfax misses it.
CTo be Continued.)