The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1901-05-29

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Kilma yne.' 4
| She sat still for moment as though
listening to some other sound than his
voice.
sIt was q dream, Their, E she said at
last the most beautiful dream have
ever had. Do you know, Lord Vera
mount, I thought that an old man, 80
old and bent and Withered II can Sc
him now stood where you are, and
that he was playing the most exquisite !
tune have ever imagined, something
/ 50 perfect, SO ideal, SO entrancing, that !
+ 1 despaifed of ever learning it. Oh, II
/ could only remembers it! W hat was
Iit r.
She stood up and PLAYED few bars
then stopped, tried again and finally
Laid aside her violin with an impatient
gesture.
Il shall never get it, she said.
don't believe human hands ever play
Led such symphony as that It is
only in dreams one finds perfection. 4
Then. laughing at her own rhapso-
dies. she lit the lamp and, remember
Ing the rules Of hospitality, insisted on on
making some tea for her guest.
Nan herself, the dream all dispelled,
was laughing at his enthusiasm, and
when her father returned from his
walk and joined them a fellow feeling
was established between Verramount
and his tenants that would have taken
months Of more convent onal intimacy
| to develop.
z. Indeed, it seemed to Verramount
when he left them that he had never
been so well entertained, and he found
himself hankering constantly during
the days that followed for the Informal
gayety Of the little turret room tea
party, in place Of the gathering at
Mount Regal, where his mother, proud
| Of a long line of ancestry, kept up an
amount Of state that bored him to ex-
tinction.
why don't you go and call on the
| Kilmaynesf'' he ventured to say one
| day. sSY on might ask them over here
some times, if they would come
My dear boy said the doWager,
with her usual decision, those impos-
sible people!
What is there against them?" de-
manded her son. with some warmth
The father is a gentleman and
scholar; the daughter is
q am Indifferent to what they are or
| are not, interrupted Lady Verramount
ruthlessly.s Their circumstances do.
not permit them to entertain or go into
society; therefore it would be quite use
less my adding them to an oyercrowd-
/ ed visiting list. Z,
And Lord Verramount knew his moth
er too well to argue the matter further
| The facts of Mans beauty and ineligi-
b1lity combined had been quite suf6-
/ eient to prejudice Lady Yerramount's
worldly nature against her. But her
opposition rather increased than damp
ened his ownsinclina ions to go to Bal
| lylough. and soon his appearance at
teatime grew to be almost daily
event to which Nan found herself look
I ing. forward as the one ray of bright
ness in an otherwise very dull life.
1 Presents Of game and fruit and flow
ers found their way, too, from Mount
Regal; new songs and magazines for
Nan, new books for Mr.. Kilmayne.
Yet. in spite Of these distractions, Nan
seemed to droop and fade as the VIM
ter progressed. The pretty color no
longer flashed into her cheek, and the
animation in voice and manner failed
day by day, /. while there came at times
j singular strained look into her face,
as though she We're listening to some
faroff sound.
a s Her father, absorbed in study and
working against time for money that
4 was spent before it came. failed to no.
tice these signs ii her, but paramount
saw them very plainly and wondered
what the reason could be.
One day he learned It. He had run
in on his way home from shooting and,
guided by the sound of Mans violin,
i had gone straight up to the turret room
to find her. She was playing q few
notes over and over again with Weari-
some iteration, and when he entered
and she laid her violin down to greet
Y him he saw that her lips we're CULVER
4 ing and her eyes full Of tears.
hat is it. Nan?" he said involunta-
q rily and calling her by her Christian
4 name in his distress. 5s.
ct is nothing, she sfaltered. It is
y only She broke off and then burst
n into passionate tears. q shall never
4 find it Quit she sobbed. s. Never! q 1t
\ haunts me always. night and day.
Sometimes in my dreams can even
play some Of ii, but when I wake il is
gone gone! When | am away from
q this room, am restless to come back
3. to it. feel that the tune is here, with
& in these walls, and that nowhere else
4 viii It come TO me. Y ct when I am
q hers It still evades me. And now We
. are going away, and | shall lose the
q chance Of it forevery'
Going away 3 he echoed blankly.
When and why q
q + Their must go to London, : she
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