The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-12-04

We are very fortunate to get him at all Now do, pray. be good-natured." Miss Beatrix turned impatiently toward the piano. Very we'll" she said, ungra | ciously; but I can only play easy things"
 My dear young lady" protested th' busybody, you played Wisschenschmidt's accompaniments superbly!' 'I knew them" she said shortly, an6 sat waiting, with her hands in her lap. Thank you very much" said Peter 1T a low voice. as he put a piece of music ir front of her. It was The Song of the Row." which could not be said to pre- sent any great difficulties to-a pianis
 who had rattled off her part of the Kreut ger Sonata in a way to draw guttura compliments from the German violinis who had performed it with her. The pianist's skill, however, seemed tt
 have deserted her. She stumbled atroci ! ously over the introductory bars, and when Peter's fine baritone broke In sht stumbled still worse. He struggled on to the end, but his eff forts were entirely spoiled. He was hur' ried unmercifully in the lower parts oi
 the song. and kept poised for an undue length of time on the high. sustained notes, while she spelled out the accompa' nying phrases with careful attention.
 
 with head nervously on one side. sug, gested further practice. Peter, without a word, put his second song on the music stand. Any schoolgirl could play this, he said.
 But Miss Beatrix apparently could not She made a worse hash of it than of the ! other, thongh one would have thought she must have been hard put to it to in- vent mistakes, for the accompa niment NhiaHv nf al mi A i'm. pie chord, however. played quite decisive ly, but with one wrong note in it Is dis. turbing.
 Perhaps you wouldn't mind trying
 them over once or twice before tomorrow
 evening"" said Peter, when the infection was over. His expression of face was not amiable.
 "Yes, that will be the thing" said the 1 busybody, who was not particularly ob servant. Miss Budd plays so beautifully | that am sure 1t will be all right I must go and find Belloni." And he hurried out | of the room.
 I Miss Budd made as if to follow him but Peter faced her squarely. Are yot | going to play like that tomorrow night? 9 1 he asked.
 I'm afraid I shan't have time to prac 1 tice," she replied.
 'I don't want you to practice" said Pc | ter. Are you going to spoil my song: | tomorrow"
 l "If you don't like my accompaniment' ; you had better find somebody else" saiC ] the girl.
 'I shall not find somebody else" re ] piled Peter, looking her straight in thu i face.
 'I don't want to play your accompani | ments." she said. angrily. "I don't wan | to have anything more to do with yot 1 tomorrow evening"" said Peter. After | which cryptic utterance they left the room | by separate doors. The wrath of Sir Henry Budd burned l furiously when he was informed that hi: 1 daughter had undertaken to appear in the 1 sight of all beholders in company witt 1 the young man who had earned his deep 1 est resentment. It was met with cold de | termination
 | ments," as I have promised to do." saiC | Miss Beatrix, in answer to d direct pro
 hibition. But you needn't be afraid. Yot l will hear what you will hear" | "A nice thing" exclaimed Sir Henry i You to go hobnobbing with fellow whC
 has grossly insulted me!' You brought 1t on yourself, father. retorted the young lady. 'I heard al | about it from MT. Melville" This answer might have brought grati l cation to Peter BeFuchamp if he hac | chanced to overhear it. It brought non