New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-02-03

o,or ,rd his handsome young face hannsohel
than ever =. 49,. .o,or x,oice
This what ne fnurhlured III NO ~
the girl:
q blest be he. o. blest be he
Let him all blessings prove, .,u, o,oirs
Who made the chains. thc s"l"'"s ''''
The holy chains of love.
Roynton sang these lines and then was siieht
Gov - moment making n little nterlude on the
strings. ,,. t., cha 10, a.,
tell whether his companion had hedrd MIN vi ny.
Sba ala not change her attitude of lounging IN
tho stern with arm over the New'ouhu'a II
who sat beside her; her face was turned up 'ne
Hoynton sighed deeply and ostentatiously'
Then he began again:
o. blast be he o. blest be he
and sang the words even more insistently.
He made a little clang with his Instrument as
he finished; and he almost dashed IL down De-
side him. ~ -, ..vor
don't seem to have any heart Can't you look at ..
me? All this scenery Is going to be mere right
along but | shall have to go away
Temple turned her eyes toward him ~,
Have you heard a word I've been singing!
he asked. -. oS,,.s ,ho
"Oh. yes II was all about the chains, the
shining chains. the holy chains
'Of love-" added Boynton significantly
yes. | think It was Of love-" responded
Temple. am, -,
And now he did not veil his voice, but sang
sonorously:
II YOU love a lady bright.
Seek and you shall md way
All that love should say. say.
II YOU watch the occasion right
Having finished this song. Boynton leaned
toward Temple who did not seem to see that ne
did She glanced at him and laughed little tt,c;
IT'S quite funny that 80 many OF your songs
should Dee so very sentimental" she said.
Boynton drew himself up.
Il don't think it's funny at all he responded
,.f. hfnu
I'VE resolved to watch the occasion right.
she laughed again at this remark; she MADE
no other reply. And she ala not ho'ice now ne
flushed and scowled
She took up the violin She held IL lovingly
across her lap. and. still holding II thus. as some
women v!olinists do. she began to play. She
sang out strongly ana Win a ho'e VI 'cVoiS' as
bentted the words;
Summer is coming in.
I.oGd sing. cuckoo;
Growe,h seed and bloometh mead
Ana spr.ngeth the wood now.
sing cuckoo cuckoo.
you see ono needn't always be sentimental
and lovesick Love is only small part or ne
She smoke the last words with an ominous
seriousness She extended the instrument
Take your fiddle" she said. IT'S wicked To
fritt.r away ones days In this way. want u
do some good work for the Lord. ! want TO help
hiring souls t. the right way. Yale Boynton. you
needn't frown. Just toll me II you don't think
about savfng your soul. and about doing all the
good YOU cam
all tho more Impossible because Temple was so
unconscious % what her manner and intonatioh
were. , ,
B1ynion pushed out his under lip. He wished
he were not IN a boat which would wooble so Il
he throw himself at his companions feet
YES" hc said. II think about doing good
sometimes but you'll ind it's all bosh about eX-
u.ri.ncing religion and that rot.
stop. Don't you know I've experienced? Ana
It's going 10 make difference with me. too.
You NAV not think SO. but IL Is. shan't come
down here - meet YOU any mora for one thing.
I think Us frivolous. and shant do H. I'm
roing hack now You've been mighty kind. Mr..
n,vnton." rclentlng somewhat. TO teach me to
rlay. and 10 bring sandwiches. and beer. and
such And I'm much obliged. But I'm going TO
think " other things"
what things" asked Boynton.
There was q stubborn look on his face. He
extended his hand and took hold ~ Temple $
arm FOR she mad risen as II TO leave inmedi-
ately.