Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-03-27
By Charles darvice

the SILK handkerchief. Sir Heron
alone-perhaps because the informa-
ton is no surprise to him-appears I'M
moved.
Vane vavasour is the first to re-
cover.
"Then l wish I had been educated at
that school," he says. "Let me beg
of you to sing another"
eff you will promise not to cry
says May, with a smile; and she sings
them Jockey to the Fair.
ooh, beautiful" exclaims Vane.
very beautiful" says Lady Letch-
ford, in low voice.
Sir Heron still says nothing, bat
stands against the table, with his head
bent upon his breast, his eyes fixed on
the carpet.
81 am quite ashamed to display my
musical ignorance. Miss Vavasour
must dispel my discords with some
real music"
eco, Rose" says Lady Letchford.
The beauty puts down her fan, arises
to her full height, and sails to the
piano.
cit is who ought to be ashamed to
sing after Miss Dalton" she murmurs.
''Vane, will you find that sonata of
Schubert's?"
Vane goes on his knees and rakes
about among the music in the canter-
bury, and sits up, the sonata in his
hand, all in the most dutiful manner,
and Rose Vavasour touches the keys
with that peculiar touch which only a
musician acquires, and sings.
One of the best masters Of the day
has the credit of training the powerful
voice which has been heard in the
best salons of the fashionable world,
with princes Of the blood applauding.
She sings perfectly; not note or
crochet out of place, but-ah, that
but-perfect a piece Of art as it is, it
lacks the one touch of nature which
would carry it to the hearts of her
hearers.
Mays simple ballad went to the
heart even of Vane Vavasour, the
Dlase man of the world; Rose Vava-
sour's elaborate sonnet does not go be-
yond the ear. Lady Letchford looks
up with something like a sigh.
'"Thank you, Rose,'' she says. Sing
us something more
Sir Heron finds his voice, too, and
mutters cold thank you" Then he
leans over Carrie. "Are you fond OF
music, Miss Carrier" he says.
eyes," says Carrie. II could listen
to it forever"
"That's long time"
''To Mays" says Carrie, with frank
candor. "But she will not always sing
when one wants her. Sometimes she
used to sing in the evening when pa
pa came home from the city, and be-
fore the gas was lighted-before she
went away"
ooh, she sang to you and papa. No
one else?"
mo one else,' says Carrie. There
was no one else"
Where then was the Sydney"
whose portrait he had dived for!
"I didn't know. And what else are
YOU lulu
eyes. I'm very fond of pictures
not landscapes, but figure pictures,
with something in them"
Sir Heron smiles, and he takes up a
lock of the golden hair which has es-
capped from the coil and toys with it.
would you like to look at some pic
lures with something in them?" he
says.
ooh, yes" says Carrie, eagerly.
Come along, them" he says.
Carrie jumps up, then looks across
at May, who is talking to Mr.. Vava-
sour.
might May come, too? She is aw-
fully fond of pictures"
Eyes; go and ask her"
Carrie makes her way around the
chairs and tables.
MAY" she says, "Sir Heron is going
to show us some pictures. Come
along"
May hesitates a moment, then al
lows herself to be dragged gently
across the room to where Sir Heron
stands, holding back the curtains; and
Rose Vavasour, looking around, has
the satisfaction of seeing them disap-
pear and while she is singing.
Sir Heron takes Carries hand, and
they cross the hall and enter long,
narrow room, which, in the daytime,
is lighted by a stained window, now
dark and colorless. All four sides of
the room are covered with pictures,
by ancient and modern masters, some
of them priceless gems, all of them Of
note and value. Sir Heron touches
spring, and the room is instantly
lit up by sunlight gaselier in the
ceiling.
''Why, it is like an exhibition. Oh,
what a wonderful place this is, Sir
Heron; you seem to have everything.
You ought to be very-very happy"
mot everything, Carrie" he says.
F." Count no man happy till he is dead