The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1907-10-01
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By MRS. ALEXANDER.

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let omens and auguries alone.
On reaching his destination,
Glynn mounted to the third etage,
and was admitted by neat, black
| eyed bonnie, to a dimly lighted little
vestibule, containing some oak chairs
and small orange tree in blossom,
the perfume of which was almost
overpowering.
Enter, then monsieur" said the
servant, throwing open cle of sew
eral doors on either side, and Glynn
found himself in pretty, pleasant
salon, and the presence of Miss Lam
bert, who, somewhat to his surprise,
was in outdoor dress.
My father will be here directly"
she said, giving him her hand. He
has gone to fetch our friends, Mad
anne and Mademoiselle Davilliers, for
we have changed our plans: not be-
ing able to secure places at the Com
| ique for tonight, we propose to drive
through the bois and dine at the Cafe
de Madrid. hope this will be agree
able to your"
Any arrangement you make will
be most agreeable to mel" said
Glynn, indescribably relieved to find
himself and her delivered from the
possibilities of an encounter with
Deering, and charmed with the UNI
pretending refinement of her sur
roundings. The room was well but
simply furnished, and innocent of the
fashy finery which might have been
looked for in an apartment where
Lambert was master Some small but
good water colors enlivened the walls,
which were of neutral tint; an open
piano loaded with music; the stove
converted into stand for flowers;
the furniture of carved oak and green
velvet; a small basket workable,
Overlooking with bright-colored woods
and silk, some fine old china on the
mantel-shelf; vase or two on cor
| ner-brackets, formed a pleasant pic
| ture of comfort and occupation.
The gardens of the Chateau de
Madrid were gay and fragrant with
lilac and laburnum, mignonette and
| jonquils.
Lambert, who loved to do things
in princely fashion, had written to
secure private room and dinner.
The party was therefore received
with great politeness and attention.
The young ladies betook them
selves to the garden, followed by the
gentlemen except Lambert, who went
indoors with madame.
Giynn was for some time an OBJ
servant listener, more and more
amused and puzzled at the incon-
gruity of the whole affair, and gath
ering from the conversation that
Mademoiselle Antionette Davilliers
had been Miss Lambert's dearest
friend at the convent school, where
they had spent nearly six years to-
gether, that the papa Davilliers held
some government employment, and
| that Vincent was the agent for a
New York commercial house. Lam
bert's own occupation seemed very in
definite. He talked of having been
connected with the press, of having
bhad business interviews with various
artists, of writing himself on sport
ing matters. The symposium was
prolonged, and when it was over,
Glynn, observing piano in the cor
ner of their dining room. asked Miss
Lambert if she remembered her faith
er's promise, that she should sing?
Yes smiling. "But it was his
promise, not mine"
This is indeed music" said Glynn,
in low soice when she had ceased.
do you feel something of the delight
you give?'
"Do give you delight? You look
as if you liked my singing. / am
glad
1T is heaven to listen to you," he
exclaimed, almost in spite of himself.
Your song is quite unknown to me. .
1T is Polish air arranged by my
music master for some Italian words.
He is Italian"
II feel as if am unworthy to ask
for another song" said Glynn, after
short pause.
why? will sing as much as you
like. can always sing well for those
who like my singing and again her
deft fingers strayed over the notes,
till they seemed to fall of their own
accord into an undulating accompani-
ment, to which she sang a barcarolle,
brilliant, playful, but with an under
tone of sadness.
She can sing bit, can't she?"
asked Lambert, approaching with ex-
ultant looks. why, sir, she'd Gre
ate a fureur, a regular fureur; she'd
pick up gold for the asking, ay, in
hatfuls, if she'd go ON the stage;
fancy her in the 'Trovatore, or The
Figlia,' or Martha'-give us The
Last Rose of Summer my heart
why, she'd bring down the housed
And the obstinate little sinner refuses
point blank to appear on the boards;
says it would kill her. Faith, it is a
right royal way to keep life in one,
and the devil out of ones pocket; by
Jove, she would hold her own with
the best, when she has father that
can crack walnut at fifty PAGES,
and wouldn't mind If it were skull
in a good cause!"
''Ah, no! the stage would be mis-
cradle failure for me. You do not
take temperament into account said
Miss Lambert, with sigh, and then
stopped the conversation by trilling
out the exquisite air for which Lam
bert had asked.
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