The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1905-09-27
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gentlemanly hair.
So far the ladies of the group, well
supplemented, in matter of pictures
uueness, by Man and the Arab lie
former is in q rough pilot suit, with
regulation buttons; weather-tanned,
red-bearded man Of seven or eight anu
thirty, called by his Christian name,
and centrally regarded with a fetcR-
and-carry kind Of affection by every
one on board.
The Arab is sallow and solemn, wears
loose-ftting garments, spun-silk
shirt. yellow leather shoes, altar OF
roses and a huge signet ring. IL
seems to Daphne as though she must
have beheld him in some long-past.
sleepy winter evening, when, pi!lowed
in Aunt Hosie's arms, she used to hear
weird stories of magicians, travelling
merchants and genii, freely rendered
from the arabian Nights Entertain
mentS."
Mr.. birmingham is still nowhere. In.
deed, it may as we'll be said, once and
for all, that as regards this little dra-
ma Mr.. birmingham, from the rising
of the curtain till its fall, successfully
plays the part Of Madame Benoiton.
"My conscience tells me that some'
body or another ought to make an
apology" cries Lady Lydia, Sir John
Severne and Daphne having been put
through the sketchiest imaginable
form of introduction to their hostess.
"It cannot be me, for I never knew
what o'clock it was till we We're fin
ishing dinner at Letacq, seven miles
the other side of Sark-"
Jersey" interposes Mrs. de Mauley,
in a creamy voice. Eve have been IN
Jersey since this morning. Sark is the
place we left the day before yesterday,
my dearest Lyd."
"Oh, we'll, Jersey. AS long as you
are in the Channel Islands, where is
the difference between one reef OF
rocks and another? Sure it must be
your fault. Max. Why did you not
Remind Lady Lydia Of the Liberia
and her belongings? I had forgotten
them myself" says Max, smoothing
down his tawny beard with an air OF
contrition. "Now, if the Arab"
But the Arab, it can be substantially
proved, has slept and smoked by turns
during the whole latter portion OF Inc
day; he is, therefore, absolved by the
general voice Oh grounds Of moral IL
responsibility.
At last some one by chance remenl-
bers Mr.. Jorningham's existence.
"Of course. Everything is Jorning-
hams fault" says Cousin Felix, grave
". "Is not absence in itself, and ac-
cording to all codes Of civilized 1urls.
prudence, a sign Of guilt? We apollo
gize in Jorninghams name, and BAN
ish him from our remembrance. VIII
there be time for Mrs. Chester to hear
a little. music before she leaves US,
Lady Lydia?"
The question originates in no per-
sonal aptitude or prediction for mu'
sic on the part Of Mr.. Broughton. He
saws of himself, frankly, that he does
not know one tune from another by
the sound, but can jusI distinguish
allegro from andante by the increased
bodily efforts of the performers. And
still he unfailingly supports the e1er.
else of the art at social gatherings.
Systematic noise-this is his theory
while it promotes general CONVERSE
ton. liberates the individual from the
exertion of coming ideas; it also acts
as a Wholesome restraint OF counter.
irritant upon persons inclined to dance
under many circumstances OF q
mans life a more onerous e1ertion
still!
On the present occasion, however,
theory breaks down under the test OF
practice. Max trolls out two or three
Of Dibdin's sea-songs at the top OF
fine, slightly crazy tenor voice; Mrs.
de Mauley sings "A Vingt Ans pas
SADLY we'll under the influence of the
hour, and with the mellowing adjuncts
of air and water, though not in Paris.
ian cccents, and with just half a tone
of sharpness running through the
upper notes. Then Lady Lydia, jump.
ing suddenly to her feet from the heap
Of shawls and cushions on which, up
to the present moment, she has been
coiled, declares that she is falling
asleep and must dance.
Not dances enough? Felix Brough.
ton having weakly put forward the OBJ.
lection. Why, there are enough and
to spare. Does not all the world know
that the Arab can dance and play that
instrument of his at the same time:
And if it comes to the worst, if it
comes to one of the ladies, doing wall
flower, is not she, Lady Lydia, COM
petent to perform the national dance
Of her country, partnerless, and in a
remote corner of the deck, for her own
diversion?
To be Continued.