The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-11-15

ing her change of expression, blu
feared you might think ME bold. YOU
see, ] am taking the Dull 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"
NO? Then / shall miss a great
pleasure which l had promised my
self. You have a singing voice"
There was a penetrating Fascination
about the man which compelled hel
to lift her eye to his. He was smil-
ing, radiant, triumphant, as a general
confident OF victory, just swinging into
battle. She shlvered slightly, as he
bent closer and added something ir
a tone Of voice too low to be heard by
the Others In the room.
She flushed and her fingers crashed
out an indignant chord OF protest
Drysdale. drawn by some compelling
uneasiness. approached them. Ire
maine had been turning over the music
as he talked; his ears. sensitive as a
cats. caught the sound Of Drysdale's
footsteps.
Shall we try this one?" he asked
aloud. and placed a sheet on the rack
before her.
Without answering. she swept into
tho prelude.
Youth love me yet.-and ] can tarry
Your loves protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you
From seeds OF Aprll's sowing"
His voice was an admirable tenor
n he sang the lines with a mean
Ing and expression that brought the
warm blood to her cheek. When 1t was
done, he acknowledged the applause
with a little bow, casting at D~rysdale
a glance at one triumphant and ironic,
Ard in that instant. Drysdale knew
that the song had not been chosen by
chance-that Tremaine had paused
to 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 a GER
his teeth with a quick breath; well,
he would make the fight of his life to
keep what he had won.
More, more!" clamored 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 tor full of meaning. You
are an excellent accompanist, Miss
Croydon; o know how to humor the
singer, and l need a lot Of humor-
ing"
will you give them IN encore??'
she asked. disregarding the compli-
ment.
Let 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
tval. 1 think you could accompany it,"
and he hummed the air. "Splendid!
That is 1t. o will think the words
pretty. I'll sing them as they were
written. not as the Creoles have
changed them.
"'Petits amoureux aux plumes.
Enfants dun brilliant sejour,
VOus ignorez l'amertume,
VouS parlez solvent glamour:
Vous meprisez la dorure.
Les salons, ct les bijoux:
Vous cherissez la Nature.
Petlts o1seaux. becQuetez-vous.'"
Go on. go On: don't stop!" cried
Delroy. There must be another verse.
1t wouldn't be a French song IL there
wasn't"
There is" and Tremaine laughed;
.as usual, one thai points a moral.
I hadn't intended to sing it-but-with
your permission. Miss Croydon."
She nodded. as h ran lightly
through a little i%mprovised interlude.
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 Lise,
Qu'un braiser est IN grand NAL;
Pour prouVer a la mIgnonne
Qu'un baiser bien fat. bien doux
Ma Jamais damne persOnne,
Pettts o.seaux, becquetcz-vous!'"
Capital" cried Delroy. What next?
Come-the third verse!"
But Miss Croydon rose abruptly from
the piano.
NO" she said; II protest. I'VE no
doubt 1t 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. 1 assure
you. there Is no third verse;" and he
Joined the Delroys where they sat be-
fore the fire.