The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1907-08-28
By MRS. ALEXANDER.

tary to enjoy the passing nour, dnu
| let omens and auguries alone
On reaching his destination,
Glynn mounted to the third etage,
and was admitted by a neat, black
| eyed bonnie, to a dimly lighted little
vestibule, containing some oak chairs
| and a 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 Giynn
| found himself in a 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
ame 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. l hope this will be agree
| able to you?"|
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 un-
pretending refinement Of her sur
| roundings. The room vas we'll but
| simply furnished, and innocent Of the
fashy fnery 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 a neutral tint; an open
piano loaded with music; the stove
| converted into a 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; a 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 a princely fashion, had written to
secure a private room and dinner.
The party was therefore received
with great %politsness 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 Oh
| 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
had business interviews with various
artists, of writing himself on sport
ing matters. The. symposium was
prolonged, and when it was over,
Glynn, observing a piano in the cor
ner of their dining room, asked Miss
Lambert if she remembered her faith
er's promise, that she should sing:
EYES," smiling. But it was his
promise, not mine"
This is indeed music" said Glynn,
in a low voice when she had ceased.
do you feel something of the delight
you give?'
DO l give you delight? You look
as if you liked my singing. I am
glad"
ut is heaven to listen to you," he
exclaimed, almost in spite of himself.
Your song is quite unknown to me.
ct is a Polish air arranged by my
music master for some Italian words.
He is Italian"
II feel as If I am unworthy to ask
for another song" said Glynn. after
a short pause.
"Why? will sing as much as you
like. 1 can always sing we'll 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 a 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 house!
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
love, she would hold her W with
the best, when she has a father that
can crack a walnut at fifty PAGES,
and wouldn't mind if it were a skull
in a good cause!"
"Ah. MOI the stage would be a mis-
cradle failure for me. You do not
take temperament into account" said
Miss Lambert. with a sigh, and then
stopped the conversation by thrilling
out the exquisite air for which Lam
bert had asked.