The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1902-12-03

Van Rensselaer,? No2 He was man
somewhat like your uncle. and SO was
Mr.. Marsh. have often thought that
II each of those three could have lived
for a hundred years. and they had
worked together. they would have
owned North America between them.
Your uncle's skin in bargaining Is
something Marvellous would give
cool million to have his power for six
months. and yet be dollars In pocket.
Do you see that gray-bearded old man
over In that corner by the side of the
young lady in blue? That Is Angus
Mackenzie. the petroleum king. one Of
the richest men In the United States.
When he came from Aberdeen forty
years ago he wasn't worth ten dollars,
and your uncle says his success has
been due to q porridge-built constitu.
tion. Allow me to introduce you to
Miss Mackenzie"
The young lady In blue rose and was
introduced to me In formal terms.
"And SO ye're the nephew of Samuel
Truman?" crooned Mr.. Mackenzie.
who seemed very old and decrepit.
"well. well; It's pity such n clever
man should be without q son o. his
vera own. but dollars won't get every
thing. and nephew's mo- a distant re-
lation. II Sam Is as fortunate in his
nephew as ye're in your uncle. he's
done well"
I did not care to enter into converse.
tion with this old Scotsman, whose
garrulous tendency was evident. Mr..
Rosenberg perceived the state Of the
case and hurried me away. Although
not SO deeply anxious as I had been
before my Constance had given me her
hand, was much concerned In the un-
expected event which had acquainted
her with q matter I had hoped she
might never hear Of. and could not
bring myself to take much interest In
the various persons to whom Mr.. Ro-
senberg introduced me. Indeed. that
gentleman noticed my abstraction and
remarked upon 1t, but readily accepted
my excuse "a very real and true one
that / found the new scenes among
which I was cast, the presence Of 80
many strangers. and the manners and
customs Of American society, In such
violent contrast with my surroundings
In an English village. that I was coll
fused by the change. but that / hoped
to be quite at my ease after little
more experience of these things. Mr..
Rosenberg then proposed that we
should take q seat near to the piano.
as Miss Inez Juarrez, who had fine
voice. was about to sing. gladly
agreed. The natural gift and the skill
Of Miss Juarrez were evidently known
to the company present. for no sooner
was 1t whispered that she was about
to sing than a wide semicircle Of ad-
mirlng listeners was quickly formed
In front Of the piano. and among the
foremost I observed my Constance
seated between her sister and Mrs.
Van Rensselaer,. She still appeared
unusually pale, but when she perceived
me her cheek slightly flushed. her eye
Frightened, and she bestowed on me
glance which caused my heart to iut-
ter. and all care and anxiety to depart
from me.
Miss Inez Juarrez had full. rich
soprano voice. which. she controlled
with admirable art. Her song was
simple enough from q musicians point
of yiew-the work probably Of some
South American composer unknown to
tame-but 1t was as highly impassicned
rs the words to which it was welded
words in the Guarani dialect, the
language Of the Pafaguayan people.
This song made a great impression
upon me.
As the last plaintlve note Of the sing.
er ceased to vibrate narrowly OBJ.
served aunt Gertrude, who had been
an attentive listener. but I failed to
detect In the expression Of her face
any sign which could be interpreted
az q silent recognition on her part Of
q parallel between the fable Of the
verses and her own circumstances. On
the contrary. being asked by Mrs. Van
Rensselaer, to sing, she readily COM
piled, and charmed everybody present
by her skilful rendering Of an Italian
romance.
Not SO her sister. my Constance.
For her the Paraguayan song seemed
to have some special and painful mean.
ing: she became paler than before and
with difficulty concealed her agitation.
TO be continued.