The Forrest City times., 1904-07-29
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BELLE MANIATES

Philip Hathcourt was well equipped 10 win favor in the eyes Of women But Leigh Cornell, the one woman to whom his heart inclined, was still fancy free
 Though they were the best of friends he shrewdly divined that he would be forcing an issue if he told her of his iove.
 "I hear you are going to sing a solo al St. Luke's next Sunday. he said. as they sat in the box al the theater one night.
 Yes; am 10 sing Angels Ever Bright and Fair"
 "I shall come to hear you By the way. we shall have a guest at that time -a friend of my younger brother. He is quite music mad, believe
 Who is he?" she asked. carelessly.
 An Englishman-though he spent his boyhood in America His name is Reginald Derybshire"
 oh she cried her eyes full of in terest Did he live here in this city years ago. and did he fall heir 10 title and estates in England2"
 Yes he repded. Did you know him?'
 When We were children We sang in a a vested choir. We were given the duets more because I was so fair and he so dark than from any blending of voices. They thought we made tableau. suppose. It was like a ro- nance his becoming Lord Somebody and crossing the seas to his estates. and T. Well. my lines were east in far different places
 Sunday morning found him in the Hathcourt pew. his brother and their guest Reginald Derbyshre, also pres ent
 Young Derbyshire had gone to Eng land full of American ideas and with a stolid determination not to become English, but it was only natural that an impressionable boy should insensi- bly and by degrees receive the imprint of English sentiments Gradually he became nodded in the character of the country which had been his birthplace. and at last England claimed him for her own. Soon after attaining his ma jority he again visited his old home He had an eager interest in everything pertaining to his old life and hunted up his former friends with enthusiasm He had ever cherished most tender recollections of the little pansy-eyed girl who had sung and played with him. It was of her, in fact, he was now thinking as he appeared to listen to the sermon.
 He had scarcely glanced at the mem. bers of the vested choir until now. when the organ pealed forth at the close of the sermon, a young girl rose and faced the congregation. She looked as tender and pure as an arch angel in her white robes. with eyes uplifted to the oaken rafters of the little chapel
 IZ"0ne of Raphaels Sistine Cherubsa" thought Reginald.
 At the rising cadence of the song and the exquisite play of the silyery tim Der of her voice his memory awoke.
 Leigh" he gasped. as the old ia miliar air and words rang out How they took him back to the Sundays of his boyhood.
 And l taught her that song' was his triumphant thought
 She finished. There was momen- tary silence like that solemn pause which follows benediction Then. with a tremor in his low, gentle voice. the old pastor offered heartfelt prayer. Outside the church Reginald waited for her When she came he rushed forward with impetuous and outstretched hand.
 Leigh he cried. eagerly
 A bright. glorious flush rose to her cheeks and a happy light shone in her eyes as she grasped his hand. while Philip. standing by. felt like kicking this newcomer to the ends of the earth.
 Il knew you as soon as you began 10 sing-our old s0ng,. he exclaimed
 She wondered, with a sudden diyin- ing. of the reason that Philip had not told him of her Reginald accompanied her to her home and they talked of other days-the days when she had sung in the cheir and the unhappy days that had followed when her father had died so suddenly, and to support her invalid mother the little Leigt had sung r. dance halls and on pleasure boats, At her mothers death. just before he had come into his pos sessions, she had been adopted by some wealthy people
 There have been changes indeed in your life since the day l taught you the song you sang today. he observed
 No greater changes than came into your life my lord. she retorted
 Early in June they were invited to house party al Roselawn, the country home of the Hathcourts. One after noon, as Reginald sat beside Leigh on the piano bench watching the slender fingers that glided so softly over the keys. he was struck by a new expTes- sion in her eyes. The dazzling bright ness of her face had given way to strange. sweet quiet. Hitherto he had regarded her a. a gay litjle playmate II occurred 10 him now tEat she was WcWGH