The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1895-11-15
a troublesome Girl.
By THE DUCHESS.

All except Dalrymple! His heart
seems ON IRE. To see her there, 20
/ thoroughly bon canarade Of that con-
temptlble libertine, makes his own
honest blood boil In his veins. It GER
tainly wouldn't have boiled at all had
the ''llbertine" been talking to any
other girl; It probably would not 90
much as reached tepid heat; but that
he should dare to aspire to Eleanor
leaves only one deslre-that the good
old dark ages were once more here,
when to run fellow cltizen through
the body would be accounted a.
mere cssualty-a necessary hint-a
playful reminder that your patience
had limit and no more.
In truth, It seems to Dalrymple that
he cannot bear to look at her, stand
ing there with her violin pressed
against her shoulder, though in reality
she is as fair thing as Nature ever
made, "a sight to make an old man
young"
She is standing little forward in
her white gown with one hand and
arm raised. Her small, naughty head
Ia thrown little backward, and side
ways, as II naturally inclininR toward
the beloved instrument. The lovely
pearls around her neck CLEAN and rise
and fall with each soft breath she
draws, emitting tiny scintillating
sparks Of light. She is playing now
at last with q verve, an abandon, that
thrills the hearers and betrays the
genius that Is hers; music's own soul.
without which 1t knows no real life.
Her playing Is remarkable. even In
an age where one insists on perfection
or nothing; and her companion does
her Justice. DartfOrl indeed expresses
himself not only with force but with
feeling Strange anamoly in man to
whom heart is unknown. He accom-.
panies her. indeed. with such taste,
with such sympathy, that one might
readily believe that at least the
shadow of his pretty companions man.
tie has fallen upon him.
Having begun, and ravished the ear
with Rubinstein, they pass on to light
er. more frivolous themes, and at last
Eleanor, as IL stung by Dalrymple's
late censorOus glance to a thoroughly
childish display Of recklessness, pass
es into q movement low, seductive, en-.
tranclng, the very food of love, She
has selected It out of pique, regardless
OF consequences, and ignorant Of Dart.
ford's feelings toward her. 1t Is un.
mtstakably love song, of the passion.
ate Portuguese type, and exgulsitely
rendered as It Is holds the room smell.
bound.
Then follow some charming bits
from Wagner; something of Eleanor's
genius seelrs to have entered into
hartford. because he plays now as he
never played before. with a spirit, q
brio hardly to be rivalled. Into his
touch, too, he has thrown that sus-
plclon Of maliciollsness that has actu-
ated Eleanor all through; 1t is as
though he had caught 1t from her.
And now 1t is over, the last long
drawn note has sounded, and silence,
too pOverty-stricken, succeeds. Flea
nor lays aside her violin in q little
abrupt way, and with shining eyes
and family flushed cheeks moves
among her guests. There is a sugges-
ton Of Triumphant triumph unsatis-
fed-in her whole air. To Dalrymple,
still W itching her, 1t appears as II she
disdains the compliments pressed upon
her and pines for larger ground.
After u vague word or vague smile to
those who insist on laying their hon..
age at her feet, she turns aside and
says word or two to hartford as
though he alone really can understand
or appreciate. As fact, she is 80 far
artist at heart that praise from the
outsiders, the uninitiated, Is rs moth
Ing to her, and she Is too young, too
untutOred to pretend a gratitude she
cannot feel. In Dartford, who is
really musician, whatever else he
may be, lies her sole interest for the
moment. He has been the sharer of
her victory, the partner Of her success,
small though she counts 1t; and as
such IL given for the time being high
place in her favor.
That hartford should understand
the position is inevitable. Accustomed
to he smiled upon by women, he &C.
cepts Eleanor's brilliant glances as
distinct encouragement, and having
finally decided ON reforming himself
and giving to her the joyous task Of
reforming the rake, decides on making
her formal proposal before the night
IL over.
Together he and she pass through
the rooms to the conservatory beyond.
She, impatlently anxious to escape
from the laudatlons she scorns with
all youths intolerance; and he, eager
for the moment when he shall hear the
pretty ''yes" that will put an end to
his rather disreputable bachelerhood.
1t Is half an hour later. A century,
Us 1t has seemed to Dalrymple, who Is
consumed with jealousy. A good long
hour to Mrs. Maxwell, who Is secretly
furious at Dartford's detection and
eager for an occasion to be revenged
upon her rival, as she has grown to
regard the unconscious Eleanor; some
ground indeed for her suspicion has
been given her by the fact that since
Miss Fairfax and Lord hartford en-
tered the conservatory thirty minutes
ago, they have been lost to other So
ciety but their own. Such q fragrant
breach Of manners on the part of her
hostess deserves, in Mrs. Maxwell's
opinion, instant punishment, and 80
with a rather nasty little smile she
now rises, and sweeps down upon
Lord Carbyne, making her adicus In
very determined fashion. 1t Is still
distinctly early, but that she has re-
fused to consider it so, is evident.
"Yes. 1t grows chilly, and the gener-
, +, MIS- throat is 70 troublesome. No, no,
! please do not disturb Miss Fairfax.
You will say good night to me for her,
will you not? / feel sure he must
lave good reason Tor depriving ds of
her society for the past hour, and
would not for worlds be the cause Of.
! Now beg you will let me steal away
without compelling her to do the usual
thing. l adore unconventional people
myself, they are so satisfying. One
never knows what they IRE going to do
next. Good night"
zone moment" says Lord Carbyne.
In his coolest, haughtiest tone; "Noel,"
to Dalrymple, who is standing near,
| and who is regarding Mrs. Maxwell's
little smiling face with Unsurpassed
anger; tell Eleanor to come ut once
and bid Mrs. Maxwell good night; you
/ will excuse her, am sure" with a
v courteous, II rather forced, smile, to
| Mrs. Maxwell. "When she gets on the
subject of music she forgets all
| things"
| c'Even her manners') is ON Mrs.