Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1901-03-22

out the rose uusn deepened on her
! face. ard her lips parted IN a kind OF
/ ecsfaSy
Love it, adore it, she said soft
ly. Il could play all day and all night
My greatest ambition is 10 play some
day To thousands OF people" Sue wav
ed her bands as though indicating a
crowded assembly - ION genuine
stradivari. TO carry them away with
me. to make them forget themselves
forget time. place everything but the
music. 1t would be heavenly
MAY come and hear you play one
day. he asked quietly
"Of course. II you care to-" said Nan.
descending TO earth II must be- going
now. Dad will be waiting for his tea.
Goodby"
And with careless word she had
jumped lightly down from the stile and
was gone.
a singular girl thought Vera
mount as he watched her cross the
field that interviewed between him and
Ballylough. "A very interesting girl.
Plucky. too. should Think
And 50 thinking IT her ne went
homeward 10 Mount Regal. where his
mother had imposed on him the duties
OF host TO "A hou~efuI Of relations for
the shooting season For some days he
was too busy to call On his tenants at
BaIly slough. but at last one afternoon
in the deepening twilight he found
himself riding up the avenue.
Half way up tie encountered old Mr.
kilmayne, who stopped 81 sight of him.
saying:
Il must ask you to excuse my not
turning back with YOU bug | have an
important letter TO post, ana our only
servant Is out for the afternoon My
daughter viii be pleased 10 welcome
you, and | shall hope 20 get back be-
fore your visit is over. You Will hni
her in the little turrot room.
The house seemed strangely gloomy
and deserted as Lord Nerramount made
his way through the wide old hall and
up the dark stairs 10 the little ucta"
onai room midway in the turret and
tapped AZ the door for permission to
enter.
What lonely life for her" he
thought remorsefully, comparing the
warmth and lightncss Of Mount Regal,
with its many guests, to this silent
cold home.
There WAS no answer to his repeated
knocks. and on opening the door and
looking in he thought AT first the room
was empty. until the tlrelgi glow re-
veafrd To him Mans sleeping figure in
nm armchair. she had fallen asleep
while she was playing her violin appar-
emily, and even his entrance had not
reused her. nor did she stir when he
softly spoke her name. ana ar last he
gently touched the hand that held the
violin Then she sighed and woke
Your father told me might come in
and find you, he said alphabetically,
Kilnayne."
She sat still for a moment, as though
listening to some other sound than his
voice.
II was a dream then, She said at
last; the most beautiful dream | have
ever had. DO you know. Lord Vera
mount. | thought that an old man. so
old and bent ANA withered | can see
him now-stood where YOU are, and
that he was playing the most exquisite
tune l have ever imagined. something
SO perfect, so ideal 50 enhancing. that
l despaircd Of ever learning it. oh, if
1 could only remember il. What was
it?"
She stool up anil PLAYED a few bars,
then stopped. tried again and finally
laid aside her violin with al impatient
gesture.
II shall never get it, she said. ~
don't believe human bands ever play
ell such a symphony as that 1t is
only in dreams one had- perfection"
Then laughing ut her own rhapso
dies. She lit the lamp aud. remember
ING rhe rulrS at no>ufajitv Insisted on