The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1904-06-15

The duchess displayed considerable
skill in arranging her tableau. Winter.
ton and Marion were lured on to the
terrace tby suggestion that the park
was well worth looking at in the
moonlight), Macnulty was cajoled to
the piano, and the duchess herself took
a seat by my side.
But then matters went awry. After
playing few soft, low chords and let
ting his fingers run gently over the
keys for minute Macnulty broke sud
denly into one Of the wild, grand mel
odies OF his native land. There we're
the skirl Of the pipes, the shouts OF
the tribesmen, and the clang Of
their broadswords--all the wild bar
barism of fierce battle of the clans.
1t stirred the blood in my veins. !,
too, grasped a claymour, and bounded
over the heather, filled with a wild
lust Of Staying. There was a kilt
around my waist, and l felt the sharp
sting Of the heather on my bare knees.
would shout and kill-kill-and my
arms would never tire while the shriek-
ing of the pipes rang In my ears.
Presently looked up. The duchess
was standing by me, with her hand on
my shoulder.
This will never do" she whispered.
"The music has not moved her. Possi-
bly, she found 1t difficult to imagine
herself in a kilt"
looked out on to the terrace. Win
terton was tapping with his foot and
looking at the moonlight country.
Tell him to play something SOFT"
said the duchess.
rose obediently and walked across
the room.
lam approaching middle age, and in
my request for something sentimental
was but natural. l felt must furnish
an excuse, so | pointed to the couple
on the terrace.
They would like it more,' l said
softly.
was determined he should know
what he hal to do.
Macnulty's face grew very grave.
'Did she ask for it?"
He was thinking OF Marion. / sub
stituted the duchess.
YES" said l.
He turned sharply away from me and
laid his hands on the keys. returned
to my seat. The duchess was smiling.
Then Macnulty began to play, at
first softly, as of q lover thinking; then
louder. in a passionat appeal. I saw
Winterton's hand steal slowly toward
Marion's, and close over it. (The duch-
ess leaned a little forward in her
chair. But the hand underneath was
gently twisted away, and Marion rose.
l could see her lips move, and then she
came through the doors into the room.
Her mother gasped audibly, and for a
moment though she would have bar
red her entrance, but she sank back
again into her chair. In the dim light
I could not see her expression. l was
sorry for that.
Marion walked to the piano, but
Macnulty continued playing as II he
did not see her. But 1t was no longer
music that he played; it was the man
himself speaking, a passionate torrent
of words.
Winterton leaned over the terrace,
and saw CLEAN Of match. He had
lit a cigar. For few seconds we re-
manned motionless; then / rose and
went out on the terrace, and, to my
surprise, the duchess followed me.
think she wanted more air than the
room afforded, and did not realize the
danger that lurked under the softly
shaded lamp that stood by the piano.
She had scarcely gained the terrace
when the music stopped. The duchess
and I turned quickly and looked into
the room. Macnulty had risen and
was standing by the piano, holding
both Marion's hands in his. The duch-
ess bounded Il can see no other word)
into the room. Macnulty sat down
again quickly.
| Marion" she cried.
"Yes," responded that young lady,
quietly.
Macnulty's hands came down heav-
lily on the keys. Again the pipes
shrieked out their music, but now in
wild strains of triumph and rejoicing
For the Clan Macnulty had won O
victory.
OF course, the duchess was annoyed
but Mr.. and Mrs. Peter Macnulty were
very happy.-The Ladys Realm.
Havana's Cemetery.
Havanas cemetery is typical of the