The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1907-05-09


MI door as Ariel and Eugene en-
tered. gave the visitor nale
4 4 greeting and moment later.
bearing the wheels Of the brougham
crunch the gravel of the carriage drive,
hurried away down the broad hall and
disappeared. Ariel dropped her par
asol upon 4 marble topped table near
the door and. removing her gloves.
drifted into room st the left. where
a grand piano found shelter beneath
crimson plush. After a moment OF
contemplation she pushed back the COW
erlet and. seating herself upon the
plush covered piano stool Ito match,
let her fingers run W and down the
keyboard once and fal. liStlessly In her
lap as she gazed with deep interest at
three life sized colored photographs IN
carved gilt frames upon the wall she
was facing-Judge Pike, Mamie and
Mrs. Pike, with her rubies.
"Please don't stop playing. Miss Ia
bor," said voice behind her. She had
not observed that Eugene had followed
her into the room.
Every well, If you like" she answer
ed, looking up to smile absently at
him, and she began to play q rakish lit
tie air which, composed by some rattle
brain at a cafe table. had lately skip
ped out Of the Moulin Rouge to disport
itself over Paris. She played it slow
Iy In the minor, with elfish pathos.
while be leaned upon the piano. his
eyes liked upon her fingers, which bore
few rings-none, he observed with an
unreasonable pleasure, upon the third
finger of the left hand.
"Irs one Of those simpler Grieg
things, isn't ity' he said, signing gen.
tly. ST care for Grieg"
would you mind its being Chami-
nader she returned, dropping her eyes
to cloak the sin.
"Ah. no; recognize it now" replied
Eugene. HE appeals to me even more
than Greig."
At this she glanced quickly up at
him, but more quickly down again, and
FASTENED the time emphatlcally. swing
ing the little air into the major.
"Do you play The Pilgrims Chor-
us%"
She shook her head.
"Vous name pas Wagner" inquired
Eugene, leaning toward her.
"Oh, yes," she answered. bending
her head far over, so that her face was
concealed from him, except the chin.
which. he saw with a thrill of mex
plicable emotion, was trembling slight
Iy. There were some small white flow
ers upon her hat, and these shook too.
When she turned to him he was sur
pr,sed to see that she looked astonish-
ingly happy, almost as if she had been
struggling with joy instead Of pain.
This chair" she said, sinking into
It, makes me feel at home"
Naturally be could not understand.
Because" she explained, Il once
thought was going to live in it. 1t
has been reupholstered, but I should
know it IL I met it anywhere in the
world"
.'How very oddw exclaimed Eugene.
staring.
s'I settled here in pioneer days." she
went on. tapping the arms lightly with
her finger tips. at was the last dance
went to in Canaan"
81 fear the town was very provincial
at that time" he returned, having com,
pletely forgotten the occasion she men
toned. therefore wishing to shift the
subject. ~ fear you may still find 1t
SO. There Is not much herG that one Is
in. sympathy with intellectually-few
people really Of the world"
"Few people. suppose you mean
she said softly. with look that went
deep into his eyes-"few people who
really understand one."
Eugene had seated himself on the sill
of an open window close by. There
has been" he answered. with the ghost
Of sigh. mo one"
Mamie appeared In the doorway. and
Eugene rose swiftly. 81 have been
tryin. to persuade Miss Tabor" he ex'
planned, with something too much o1
laughter, ito play again. You heard
that little thing Of Chaminades"-
Mamie did not appear to hear him
She entered breathlessly. and there
was no color In her cheeks. ariel,