The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1908-04-03

INCIDENTAL MUSIC.

lVUlULlvIHL MUUlUs
He tossed a collar box with sur
prising accuracy from the chest of
drawers into the capacious gladstone
that lay on the bed and whistled why
Do They Call Me a Gibson Girl?"
The collar box was followed by va
rious other useful articles, and the
Gibson Girl shaded off almost imper-
ceptibly into the National Anthem.
Mr.. Seamore frowned. Pm sick of
frock coats and top hats" he said; I'm
sick of London drawing rooms and
pretending to be a tremendous swell
on E200 year; I'm sick of artificiality
and humbug; l want to live and
"And what's the name of the girl %
interrupted his friend. Mr.. Seamore
put his foot thoughtfully upon a pile
of shirts in order to press them down.
isn't it rather pity to talk rot?" he
said.
1t was the same afternoon. Honor
able Charles Duguid had left his chum
to finish packing, and arrayed in all
the panoply suitable for an afternoon
call was taking tea at the residence
of Sir Philip Farebrother, the most
celebrated of the present engineers.
Lady Farebrother was out and he
was being entertained by Phyllis.
Phyllis was seated at the piano play
ing odds and ends of things as they
came into her head.
Charles Duguid called to mind that
Robert SeamOre had been whistling
tunes out of popular piece all the
morning, and the notion set him think
ing.
Strange thing that Seamore should
suddenly take it into his head to cut
off to India, isn't it?" he said, care
lessly.
What did you say?" asked the girl,
stopping the music and swinging
around on the music stool. There was
surprise in her voice and something
more than surprise.
He's going to turn tea-planter."
$50 many people go to India, don't
they?"
Heaps of people"
81 do hope he'll be successful"
$50 do l."
Let me see, do you take sugar?"
she asked, balancing a lump aloft in
the silver tongs, with a charming
smile.
mo, thanks"
She put the lump in his cup and
then another, and he bore it uncom-
plainingly.
rs your tea quite as you like it?"
she asked.
You here?" said the man.
Yes I'm-I'm here" said the girl
tremuluuSly.
The place was Victoria Station, the
hour was ten minutes short of eight
o'clock in the morning, and the boat
train was almost ready to start.
You came to see me off ?" he asked
She nodded. at was unkind of you
not to-
He looked at her wistrully, eagerly,
rs if he was trying to read her inner
most thoughts.
Il thought it was best to go, "he said
under his breath.
And without saying a word ofgood-
by!" she whispered In a voice that
was SO near choking that he clutched
at the little gloved hand and pressed
it.
Did she really care for him after
all?
hCl NIL DuSulu, BIC Sdlu
Hes looking for your"
You must get in, sir" said the
guard.
Right you are, guard" said Bob
bic Seamore almost cneerfully.
so you came out to see me off at
this unearthly hour he added, taking
the girls two hands.
Yes, l wasn't in bed till 3 o'clock :"
1t was amazingly easy to talk light
ly now. Even separation is a small
thing when one understands.
Of1cious porters were banging car
riage doors.
II have signed a contract for a
year." he said in crisp decided way
AT the end of that time l shall come
back to you. Will You waltz"
yes" she said, clearly, and with
out hesitation,-"I shall wait for you
to come back"
in.
"You must stand away, now, MISS
said the guard kindly.
He had gone.
She stood on the platform waving
handkerchief until the train had
turned the bend and she could no
longer see him.
Then she turned away.
Charles Duguid was standing there
with look of quizzical amusement
on his good-natnred face
But he didn't tease ner. He had
too much tact. And she understood
that he had kept away from the plat
form designedly.
Shall l see you homer" he asked
mo, thank you. 1 should like to be
quite alone" she replied. And again
he understood.
MAY congratulate you"
She looked at him with glowing
eyes. 'Yes, you may congratulate me
and l must thank you, she said. Lis
ten.'
| A battalion of guards setting out
on route march was passing the
station and the drums and flies were
playing 'The Girl l Left Behind Me-
isn't 1t lovely old tune?' she
said, and her eyes filled with tears.
| 1T is the incidental music" he re-
piled with a smile