The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1908-08-14
INCIDENTAL MUSIC


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He tossed a collar box with sur
prising accuracy from the chest OF
drawers into the capacious gladstone
that lay on the bed AMI whistled
why Do They Call Me e Gibson
Girl?"
The collar box was followe by va
rious other useful articles, and the
Gibson Girl shaded off almost imper-
celaibly into the National Anthem.
+. Mr. Seamore frowned. I'm sick
of frock coats and top hats" he said;
I'm sick of London drawing rooms
and pretending to be tremendous
swell on 600 year; I'm sick of ar
tifciality and humbug; want to live
and
And what's the name of the girl?"
interrupted his friend. Mr.. Sea-
more put his foot thougntfully upon
a pile of shirts in order to press
them down. isn't 1t rather a. pity
to talk rot?" he said.
It was the same afternoon. Hon
orable Charles Duguid had left his
chum to finish packing, and arrayed
in all the panoply suitable for an al
ternoon 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
playing 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
thinking.
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 swing
ing around on the music stool. There
was surprise in her voice and some
thing more than surprise.
Hes going to turn tea-planter.'
$50 many people go to India, don't
they?"
Heaps of people"
az do hope he'll be successful.'
$50 do I.
Let me see, do you take sugar?"
she asked, balancing a lump alott
in the silver tongs, with charming
smile.
NO, thanks"
She put the lump in his cup and
then another. and he bore it uncom-
plainingly
us your tea quite as you like it?"
she asked.
You here?" said the man.
Eyes, im-I'm here,' said the
girl tremulously.
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. 1T was unkind Of
you not to-
He looked at her wistfully, eager
ly, as If he was trying to real her In
nermost thoughts.
VI thou hit it was best to CO. he
said under his breath.
And without saying word Of
good-by!" ohe whispered in voice
that was so near choking that he
clutched at the little gloved hsnd and
pressed it.
Did she really care for him after
all?
There's Mr. Duguid," she said.
Hes looking for you"
You must get in, sir" said the
guard.
Right you are, guard" said Bob
bic Seamore almost cheerfully.
"So'you came out to see me of ct
this rnearthly hour" he added, TAX
ing the girls two hands.
Eyes, / 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.
Oficious porters were banging car
riage doors.
II have signed a contract for
year." he said in q crisp decided way.
"At the end of that time shall come
back to you. Will you waltz
eyes," she said, clearly, and with
out hesitation 81 shall wait for you
to come back"
The train gave a jerk and he
sprang in.
You must stand away, now, miss"
said the guard kindly.
He had gone.
She stood on the patform waving
a 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 lock of quizzical amusement
on his good-natured face.
7 But he didn't tease her. He had