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himself greatly drawn to the man who had

Mrs. Bellairs and Miss Kincaird were play
ing chess beside the fireplace in which
small fire was burning, in spite of the night
being warm, giving that air of comfort and
home-life which empty CRATE, be it as
artistically decorated as possible, never can
give. They were too much interested in their
game to notice the incomers, and when the
footman entered with coffee, both took it in
an absent manner. <t5
Lady Margaret, Angela Widhay, and Ethel
Somers, girl of nondescript appearance, who
had fallen, or fancied she had fallen deeply
in love with Temrleton were sitting near to-
gether Alured and the count approached
the trio and took chairs opposite to them
and, almost Immediately Templeton followed
After they had finished their coffee, the poet
turned beseechingly to Lady Margaret.
Won't you. won't you play, Lady Marga-
ret?" he said, with wistful emphasis on the
word play. do, Lady Margaret please"
THANK you, not now
Let me bescech you-let me implore you"
with an intense appeal on his face, and clasp
ing his hands together. Something divine!
The soul-stirring Beethoven, the heart-strung
mann! Don't be cruel, dear Lady Margaret.
Delight us! Watt uS on the wings of melody
to a region of pure taste.
81 played last night
"Ah, the treat" signing.
Alured could not help smiling.
Twill you play?" Lady Margaret asked
Angela. You keep your accomplishments
hidden"
Dear, Lady Margaret. it is impossible to
hide what one has not"
Won't you play, Miss Somers?" asked
Alured, politely.
Miss Somers can't play" answered Tenn
pleton, tartly. for her, mot even accom-
paniment! She cycles instead" contemptu-
ously, for he despised outdoor exercise.
The poor gi1Ps face colored, and she looked
lachrymose.
81 wish could cycle" said Angela.
ut is better to cycle well, than to bore-to
play accompaniment badly" finished Lady
Margaret.
well. I think will sing said Templeton,
rising and speaking as politely if he had
been asked. THE heart must find an outlet
AN expression-and at Wander Hall my
heart is filled with happiness What shall it
be. dear Lady Margaret, Schumann, Men
delssohn or Schubert?" Offering his arm.
"Play your own accompaniment, it's
pleasure to listen,' politely.
"Ah, but I feel cannot do Justice to N.Y.
self unasssted by the glorious aid your soul
gives mine through your fingers
TN that case, of course" she said, very
gravely, though her eyes laughed. She rose
from monopolizing the piano, and waiing
and believing all night count will you not
sing?" as she passed Count Solski.
He bowed You honor me, madame"
Templeton chose Schubert's "Erl King"
and the footman, who was removing the
coffee cups, said, when he went. downstairs,
THE chap with long hairs at it again.
bowling. stand his COMICS for l.
y
my stomach. I've heard oratorios, and I've
heard foreign operas and good music but I
never heard such g. hulla-baloo from man
in my life before, and that man reckoned to
be sober"
After he had finished Lady Margaret
begged the count to sing, and he complied at
once He played his own accompaniment; it
Beethoven's "Song of Rest" that he
chose.
He sang in low voice. passing sweet and
mcurnful so nournful that many felt tears
yelling into their eyes at the sad tenderness
he infused into the words. Then he rose with
a little bow to the thanks that rewarded him.
and going towards the window, leant against
it lightly, and looked out deep thought in
his large, sombre eyes.
Templeton turned to Lady Margaret as soon
as the last words died away. He had been
very fretfu throughout the song.
II should think Count Solski had a good
voice when he young" he said, sweetly;
but he lacks expression, doesn't he?"
CHAPTER VII
1t was a day or two later All the guests
had gone after luncheon to bazaar held in
the small country town twelve miles away
Mrs. Bellairs had promised it her patronage
for the vicar was a friend of hers, and the
object in view, the restoration of the old
church, had her full approval, and her guests
went with her, som. to please her, some for
the fun of the thing, some because the others
went, and some because they could think of
reason to do anything else
They were not expected back until even
ing and the dinner-h hour had been arranged
to take place an hour later than usual. SO
the housekeeper had decided to give a picnic
to the other servants. taking hampers of pro-
visions with them, and having tea served
out on the heather. Everyone lent himself
or herself with alacrity to making the i'm
promptu arrangements success except the
servants who were to be left behind to look
after the house, and they naturally seemed
a little glum.