Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1907-11-15

ing ner change OF expression, Dut
feared you might think me bold. You
see. | arm taking the bull by the horns.
Some instinct told me-
The instinct is wrong she inter-
rupted dropping her eyes TO the key
board. Il do not sing"
mo? Then / shall miss a great
pleasure which | had promised my
self, You have a singing voice,
There was a penetrating fascination
about the man which compelled her
to lift her eyes to his. He was smil-
Ing, radiant, triumphant, as a general,
confident of victory, just swinging into
battle She shivered slightly, as he
bent closer and added something in
a tone of voice too low to be heard by
the others in the room.
h flushed and her fingers crashed
out an indignant chord of protest.
Drysdale, drawn by some compelling
u~neasiness, approached them. Ire
maine had been turning over the music
rs he talked; his ears, sensitive as a
eats, caught the sound of Drysdale's
footsteps.
Shall we try this one?o he asked
aloud, and placed a sheet on the rack
Without answering, she swept into
the prelude.
g You'll love me yet!-and / can tarry
Your loves protracted growing;
June reared that bunch of flowers you
carry
From seeds of Aprirs sowing.
His voice was an admirable tenor,
and he sang the lines with a mean
ing and expression that brought the
warm blood TO her cheek. When it was
done. he acknowledged the applause
with a little bow, casting at Drysdale
a glance at once triumphant and ironic.
And In that instant, Drysdale knew
that the song had not been chosen by
chance-that Tremaine had paused
10 listen at the stair head. A sudden
abyss yawned before him-here was a
rival who would pause at nothing
who already had about him 81 GER
tain air of victory. Drysdale clenched
his teeth with d quick breath; well,
he would make the fight of his life to
keep what he had won.
More, more!' cIamored Delroy.
You could make your fortune as a
stage lover, Tremaine."
"Ah, there is a difference between
the sham and the true" said Ire
maine, In a tone full of meaning. you
are an excellent accompanist, Miss
Croydon; o know how 10 humor the
singer, and l need a lot of humor-
ing
"Will you give them an encore?"
she asked, disregarding the compli-
ment.
lie me see," he was looking at her
with eyes wonderfully bright. There
is a simple little melody they sing
at st. Pierre at the time of the earn
ival. | think you could accompany it."
and he hummed the air. Splendid
That is it. You will think the words
pretty. I'll sing them as they were
written, not as the Creoles have
changed them.
"'Petlts amoureux u plumes,
Enfants dur brilliant sejour,
Vous ignorez ramertume,
Vous parlez solvent d'amour:
You mepriseZ la dorure,
Les salons, ct les bijoux;
Vous cherisseZ la Nature,
Petits o~iseaux, becquetez-vous,'"
Go on. go on: don't stop!" cried
Delroy. There must be another verse.
Ii wouldn't be a French song il there
wasn't
There is" and Tremaine laughed:
'as usual. n that points a moral.
l hadn't Intended to sing it-but-with
your permission, Miss Croydon"
She nodded. as she ran lightly
through d little improvised i~nterlude.
Drysdale. from the other end of the
piano, wondered how Delroy could sud
denly develop such poor taste. ire
maine glanced at him, as he began the
second verse: then he turned his eyes
upon Miss Croydon, smiling.
"'Voyez la bas, dans cette eglise,
Aupres dun confessional,
lie pretre, qui veut faire croire a Llse,
Qu'un bratser est un grand NAL:
Pour prouver a la mignonne
Cu'un baiser bien fait. bien doux,
Ma janais damne p~ersonne,
Petits o-seaux, becquetez-voust
"Capitali" cried Delroy. What next?
Come-the third v~erse!"
But Miss Croydon rose abruptly from
the piano.
mo" she said; II protest. I've no
doubt IL goes from bad to worse. I'm
afraid to listen"
You are wrong. Miss Croydon" said
Tremaine. smiling full into her eyes.
You do me an injustice. / assure
you there is no third verse; and he
Joined the Delroys where they sat be-
fore the fire.