The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-10-31
CHAPTER Iv-(COntinued.)

DrOWS go mp, the corners OF her lip
come down, n malicious twinkle brigh
tens her dark eys.
mo. and it speaks badly for me
Mary. You know these lines o
Shakespeare's:
The mar that hath nc music in him
self,
Nor is not mov'd with concord OF
sweet sounds.
Is fit for treason. stratagems and
and spoils.'
"Now read the other way round
and surely you have hartford. lie
does love music. you must acknow,
ledge that. therefore all bad thoughts
and feelings are far from him. Hap.
py Dartford"' Clasping her hands In
ferycnt admiration. would that all
were like him. Do you know, Mary.
I'm afraid Noel is never moved with
concord Of sweet sounds
The motions of his spirits are dull
as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus,
Let no such man be trusted
MARK that. His affection. dark rs
Erebus. And again, let NJ such man
be trusted l am sorry for poor
Noel"
NONSENSE" angrily. You should
not speak Of him like that"
Miss Fairfax burst out laughing.
Nevertheless. he is Il dull fellow"
~~,,r che y,~p;,v ..rl,,,o ; 80 ,-,,.
ic in him. Not a note not the smallest
pipe. Music and charity are akin you
know
"YOu have taken him i'm quite n
wrong spirit" says Mary. with some
vehemence. You teach yourself 10
think him opinionated ald severe. and
that he does not care for you. or for
talent; whereas the truth is that he is
as foolishly I'm lcFe with you as any
echool-boy, and}that you could wind
him around your little finger, did il
suit you"
WELT dOeSn'a; | trust my little
finger was made for better purposes"
says Mis- Fairfax, with a naughty
move. "Oh Mary do you honestly
honestly think l have genius ?Do you
believe that if had been born a poor
girl, without a farthing Of my own.
that | could have made money by it:
That is the test"
II do inceed believe it," wondering
ut her earnestness, but unfortunately
not grasping the meaning of 1t. But
you should he thankful. dearest, that
NO such test is required of you"
"Yes. yes, Of course" hastily. yet,
] should like to try"
nc go on the stage do you mean?'
mot that exactly. But at concerts
now! to play to the public so. To play
70 private people is nothing, they fiat
ter. and tell one all sorts of d retty
things-but oh! to have the world at
ones feet, If only for one little, mo-
mept."
thankful you can't" says Miss
sylvester, brusquely for her, "such a
HE as you describe would be abhor-
rent to you. 1t would kill such a little
sensitive thing as you. All that sort
OF thing sounds enhancing when one
Is Well out of it; but to really have to
work for ones gingerbread takes the
gilt off it,
Il can't believe it, says Eleanor.
tmpetuously, slipping off the table and
Oeg,Eilng to pace up and down the
room with some excitement i'm her
voice and eyes. ''The life you advo-
cate Is tame, wearisome, monotonouS
There is too much snug comfort in if
there is, in fact, nothing in it. But i'm
n other-where by ones exertions
one conquers Fate and the world
mere surely lies the nobiest Of ambI-
lions. oh, Mary. If / dared speak to
yOu. IT. stopping short and gazing
hxedly at her fri md. IF / could Law
pare to you all that is now within my
heart-I-"
II say. girls, where are you? Nell.
Mary, where ~the-what on earth are
you do a. in here, wasting all tho
nfternoon?' cries Dicky Sylvester
burstin.; into the room at this moment
and forever checking Miss Fairfax's
attempt at confession. There's Dial
rymple giving way to his had language
because | won't play a single with
him; know him too well for that. so
1 DO peSeech you as you love me to
come out, and let's have a double"
1T Is too warm" says his sister,
laughing. "Amory is in London still.
Ind Is not expected down until the
Il know it. But what will you. Dial
rymple's temper is warm, too. lie
grows ferocious. VIII you abandon
to his untender mercies? Nell. nv
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 a lit
lie grateful to him for the sudden en-
try that has left her secret still her
own.
"You know when Dicks mind Is
made up naught Is left save to lay
down ones arms"
X wish l could lay down my body"
says Mary, with a stifed yawn. 81
never felt SO tired. The heat is terri.
BILE. and to be asked to play tennis in