The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-03-05

A perfect storm of applause showed thai
this bucolic audience could appreciate gooG
music, and when, after word or two with
Ruth at the piano. the singer gave them
robin Affair."" there was a renewed outburs
of clapping.
'"rhey are wonderfully kind" Dora said
as she came back to her seat, looking flushed
and little excited, and Ingram murmured-
Il think the kindness is your part, t.
sing to US so"-and then, trying to suppress
the tenderness in his voice, he asked-"What
was your song, and why do you always
choose said oneS?"
THE words are Christina Rosettis; it is
called "A Seaside Grave II. think all my
songs-at least, those which Ruth describes
are not known, are melancholy"
Did you write the music?" Ingram asked
with sudden suspicion.
mo, no. "a friend wrote it; he gave me
a quantity. I almost always sing his songs.
There was tone of defiance in her answer
and Ingram felt disheartened.
why does he not publish them?' he en-
CURED.
"He is dead" she replied and his pulses
gave a sudden throb Of relief.
A defunct rival was so much less formid-
able than a living one, with similar tastes
and genius for music.
| HAS he left nobody to make his name IA
mous?" Ingram went on, feeling more or less
of a savage, but impelled, he scarcely knew
why, to carry on the topic. mo sister OF
loss, and publish his music?"
"Ah, hush!" she SAID, catching her breath
with what sounded almost like sob. you
are cruel to speak So.
And at the same time Ruth turned with
a warning "'Sh" as the vicar assembled the
platform to recite The Pied Piper of Ham.
| lin," Ingram dared say nothing more thar
a murmured Forgive me-" which Dora die
not appear to notice.
But during the interval that elapsed before
| Inr ha nd IL of he
Torrance. His mind was busy with that dea(
man. Why did she cling to his compost
tons? Why there air of mystery at
tached to the mention of him. And why die
he, Ingram, feel brutally antagonistic t.
his very memory?
! However, his somewhat gloomy reflection:
were cut short by Dora's ascent again to the
platform, and this time she sang brighter
song. little triolet of Cotsford Dicks tina
he recognized. Then, encore, which
was impossible for her to avoid so loud wa!
the applause, she gave, with glance at In
gram, SC shy and fleeing that he was hardly
sure he had really caught it
What time upon the wing,
A swallow needless flies
How we'll he recalled the first time he hat
met her, in Lady Hexham'S crowded rooms
in the fuss and turmoil of a late London sea
son. How short a period ago. and yet how
| long!-long enough for him to have learned
| the TACT IQdL the singer WHO udu So ATTRACTED
and impressed him on that occasion was tn
only woman in the world for him; long enough
for him to have grown to hate her past, O
which he knew SO little, save that it had i'm
printed an ndelible sadness on her sweet pal
face and in her lovely eyes.
mo, not incredible he corrected himself
| firmly It swear 1 will smooth away tina
sorrow, whatever it is, and bring back thu
sunshine and radiance which, by all the law
of nature ard love, belong to such a woman
as Dora"
The fact that they were to part so soo1
did not cause him much trouble as yet, for b
intended at Mrs. Vane'S dance the next even
ing to make his feelings for her known to he
somehow even if he did not actually ask he
to be his wife; and after that it would no
surprise her II ne suddenly appeared IN ne
ineighborhood.
And when she returned to her place. will
the faint sparkle and light in her face which
singing always brought there, he contentet
himself with a low breathed Thank you,
and argured hopefully from the fact that sh
flushed slightly and her lips trembled.
| Had he seen her an hour later in her owl
room al Meadowsweet, as she threw opel
mer night he might have experienced on
of those cold shivers of doubt and fear SO wei
known to lovers, for tears were there tn
long lashes and the words that dropped from
her lips in broken whispers were of the com
poser of those disquieting songs, which In
gram loved, yet hated.
"Oh, Cyril, am 1 heartless? You said
should forget, but do mott do not; only
was all a bitter mistake-you said so, too
you knew it first. If you had lived woul
have been true, even though we both suf
fered but you left me so soon; and, oh,
must be happy again some day. I want t.
be happy must"