The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1907-07-11
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1T nome in f.enas parlors.

globe-trotters all of them remarkably
1T nome in f.ena's parlors.
Snow was not precisely IN His ele
| lnent. He looked about for lienesta.
When he found her, something akin
to newer fellowship was stirring in
his heart She, too, was obviously
| Standing in corner by herself, she
was looking on in startled way OF
inquiry that heightened her delicate
beauty. Snow started to make his
way toward her, when he felt his
gaze drawn abruptly to brighter and
more commanding center.
La Zaidee had caught him with q
| flashing glance. Such color as she
had! Such dancing eyes! Such
| baby-pretty lips. She met him half
way, with both her jeweled hands ex-
tended to give him greeting.
"Oh, Wess," she said, 81 nearly failed
to come here tonight, till l suddenly
remembered that you were one OF
Lena's friends"
I'm glad you came murmured
Snow, not without confusion. Are
you going to sing?"
For these funny brutes?" she re-
piled, with laugh. mot much! By
urday? You are going to take me,
sure?"
Here, Wesley, give me this girl"
interrupted the voice of Lena Dun.
ming. "Zaidee, dear, you've got to
open the ball with a song"
II can't. l WON'T" said La Zai-
| dee, protesting as Lena dragged her
forcibly away. "I'll slap you, Lena!"
and she burst into mellow laughter.
Two six-foot actors assisted their
| hostess in bringing the unwilling art
iste to the piano. Once there, she
played furiously, riotously, but she
still refused to sing.
1t was all unconventional to the
last degree. Hilarity, indeed, was
soon the motif of the evening. Love-
scenes were enacted with genuine
abandon, astonishing to see in a par
| lor. Coon songs, male impersonations
| by clever women, cake-walks, TRACE
| edies burlesqued, vaudeville audaci-
ties and Partisan drolleries all had
| their turn
1t was not refined There was
| something bold and daring about it
! all. Wesley Snow was dangerously
near to being fascinated by the free
dom and unrestraint about him.
When he looked for Genesta he saw
| that she still stood apart, but now
beside a sweetly pretty, sharp-eyed
| little daughter from Maine, whose
| sensibilities were evidently under
| going something of shock at all she
| saw and heard.
On the two, however, Wesley Snow
| stood looking only for moment.
Some lively commotion behind him
| diverted his attention. He turned
in time to see La Zaidee make a fu-
| tile attempt to escape from several
captors. Kicking and Shaping at
the men who held her she was car
ried to the circle, and to Lena Dun.
ning's accompaniment she began at
last to sing rollicking Partisan lyric.
Then for an encore she threw back
her head and treated the party to a
richly unctuous conception of tho
coon song: when You Amt Got No
Money You Needn't Come Round"
Meanwhile the irresponsible, good
natured Lena had been looking about
among her guests for those who had
not sung. In her quest she poanced
upon the sharp-eyed little Puritan
from Maine.
There was no denying Lena, who
knew that her compatriot was a stu.
dent at the London School of Orato-
rio. Presently, therefore, the blush
ing slip of a maiden went toward the
piano, with Lena herself to play her
accompaniment.
To the amazement of ALL including
l.ena-who played, nevertheless, with
splendid certainty-the opening bars
proclaimed the last song that any
one there would have expected-"The
Holy City"
The little singer seemed like child,
an innocent but wonderfully resolute
| child.
Pure, melodious, earnest with feel.
ing and intensity, the notes came
forth, instantly compelling attention
and silence, and weaving upon the
| listeners a sense of awe.
! Forgetful of all else, Lena played
as she had never played in all her
life. Like a shaming rebuke to
mockeries, to everything unrefined,
the song scared upward as the brave
little heart swelled with its purpose.
II was not that her voice was great
in volume, but tonight it became all.
swAening in its purity. it's epic cour