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louder tuun eVeT--auu W IHcih'"
surprise Lady Winsleigh seated herself
by her and began 10 converse. Herr
Machtenklinken struck another chord,
in vain! The deafening clamor OF
tongues continued, and Lady Win
sleigh asked TholIna with much seem
ing interest II the scenery was very
romantic in Norway?
The girl colored deeply, and after
a little hesitation, said
Excuse mel would rather not
speak TIL the music Is over. 1t Is I'M
possible for great musician to think
his thoughts out properly unless there
Ia silence. Would II not be better to
ask every one TO leave off talking
while this gentleman plays?"
Clara Winslegh looked amused.
my dear, you don't know them" she
said carelessly. They would think
me mad to propose such q thing!
There are always u few who listen"
Once more the pianist poised his
hands over the keys Of the instrument,
---Thelma looked little troubled and
grieyed. Beau Lovelace saw 1t, and
acting on u sudden impulse, turned to-
wards the chatterlng crowds, and,
holding up his hand, called, Silence,
pleased"
There was an astonished hush.
Beau laughed. I'VE want TO hear some
music" he said, with the utmost
GOODNESS. Conversation can be con
tlnued afterwards" He then nodded
cLeerfully towards Herr Machtentlin-
ken, who, inspired by this open en-
enlargement, started off like race
horse into ono Of the exquisite rambl-
ing preludes of Chopin. Gradually,
as he played, his plain face took upon
itself noble, thoughtful, rapt ex-
presslon-- his wild eyes softened, his
furrowed, fr0Wniny brow smoothed, -
and, meeting the grave. rare blue eyes
OF Thelma, he smiled His touch grew
more and more delicate and tender
from the prelude he wandered into u
nocturne OF plaintive and exceeding
melancholy, which he played with
thrilling and exquisite pathos-anon,
he gllded into one of those drenmily
Joyous yet sorrowful mazurhas. that
remind one OF bright flowers growing
In wild luXuriance over lonely and
forsaken graves. The celebrate" had
reason to bonst OF himsef-he was
a perfect master of Che instrument, =
and us his fingers closed ON the final
chord, II hearty burst Of applause re-
wurded his efforts, led by Lovolaco and
Lorimer. lilo responded by tho usual
bow, but his real gratitude was all
for Thelma. For her he had played
his best-and he had seen tears In her
lovely eyes He felt as proud of her
appreciation rs Of the ring he had re-
ceived from the Tsar, and bent low
over tho fair hand she extended to
him.
You must be very happy" She said,
ito feel oil those lovely sounds In
your heart! hope | shall see and
hear you again some day. thank
you so very much for the pleasure you
have given mel"
Lady Winsleigh said nothing and
che listened to Thelma's words with
sort Of contempt,
Is tho girl half-witted?" she
thought she must be, or she would
not be SO absurdly enthusiastic! The
man plays well.--but 1t Is his profes
sion to play well--its no good prais-
Ing these sort OF people, they are
never grateful, and they always I'M
pose upon YOU" Aloud she asked Sir
Philip
Does Lady Burlington play?"
"A little" he answered. "She sings"
AT once there was chorus of in
anely polite voices round the piano,
"Oh, do sing, Lady Burlington! Please
give us one song!" and Sir Francis
guorous gaze ON Themas face, muir
muring, You will not be 80 cruel as
to refuse us such delight
But, OF course not!" answered the
girl, greatly 81 rprised ut all these un
necessary cntreat,es. Il am always
pleased to sing" And she drew off her
loose gloves and seated herself NJ the
piano without tho least affectaton of
reluctance. Then, glancing at her hus
band with bright smile, she asked
What song do you think Will be best
PHILIPPE"
"0ne of those old Morse mountain
songs" he answered.
She paved Il soft minor prelude
there was not sound in the room now
everybody pressed towards the piano,
staring with curious fascination at
her beautiful face and diamond
crowned hair. One momentum her
voice, in all It's passionate, glorious
fullness, rang out with fresh vibrat-
ing tone that thrilled to the very
heart and the foolish crowd that
gaped and listened was spcechless,
mctionless. astonishod, and bewildered
A Morse mountain-song w0s 1t?
How strange, and grand. and Wild!
George Lorimer stood apart---his
eyes ached with restrained tears. lie
knew the melody wpllv--nnd IN before