The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-10-30

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Now O'Brien Adair. who had a hun
| dred and one different names in as
many different corners of this earth
Of ours. but whose name in the old
family Bible, back home, happened 10
be Thomas Patrick Leighton. was not
man 10 blunder. He realized that
he must go carefully with her Grace
of Caddngton. But so skilfully did
he play his cards that before the bugle
sounded for dinner the next nigh he
was invited to sit with the ducal party
on the sunny promenade deck. And
! there he left the mother severely 70
herself. and speI, the afternoon in
telling tht little girls the most wonder
ful Irish folk-storles.
why don't you tell some of Hose
little tales at the ships concert. Mr.
Adair?' Lady Caddington asked
abruptly. when he had finished a most
| delightful. wholly whimsical story 10
| the eager chorus Of More from the
/ children.
"Oh. nov, YOU. know I couldnt DO
/ that he said, smiling at her with his
/ kindly blue eyes. II beg of you not TO
mention such a thing, Lady Cadding-
/ ton"
I'm tired Of hearing Lpcia sung by
/ third-ra'e pTima-do-nas.' announced
the duchess. "'r1 is tais EIyila de
Pasquali a'.EHa~?'
She is p Portuguese uci-o. I have
4 ho""al rrt@r9ad A5a.r, and She .l-
21"cl TO sing in America"
"Ncropoli'an?" questioned Lady
/ Caddug,on quickly. suspicious l-ht
flashing suddenly in her cold blue eyes.
NO Either in Poslor or Cn.lgo
II am not sure which," Lp answered.
/ 81 can find oNt for you. though 60
not know the lady mrsclf, but Captain
Lachase does. Have yoI heard her
( sing?'
no. Have you?" she asked blun',y.
Yes She was singing 'Pa-!l RI
/ in The salon last evening. That HIM
/ garian violinist was accompanying
/ her. It was rather fine. | thoU@ht.
I Captain Lachasr tells me NcdA0 is
her fayoritc role"
The duchess shook herself angrily.
81 hate those kind Of peoplo-wou"n
who sing and write and at. " she said.
II have no patience with them. \
Woman's place is in her home"
Yes. But Captain Lachase wa tell.
ing me about Madame de pasqual ol.y
YES; crday." he said gently. Her lie
/ has been very unhappy, very hard.
F Her husband ran away to South
3 gt1. 100,
/ and left her pcnnilcss, with little
! son 20 care for. He said she deserved
/ . iol Of credit. She had been tramplcd
/ rH'or foot so long, until this Amerl-
an engagement came. Yes. I thini;
( boy voice is good, but she is not
/ rrnty. and she is no longer young
/ iIow can woman remain young
ard keep her good looks when she is
/ '9r cd 10 live with brute" the
| G"-hcss cried bitterly. II wish
| #p'ame Gc Pasouali was going TO sing
I a. 'ho Metropolitan this winter. My
/ tat,cr has box there, you know
Whom Ndair said good night that
/ cy.nng and looked in the grand salon
! l~''"' "Oin" ~ his sta'croom, lie
! s.9iled TO himself at the s"eun around
/ TO piano At the far end OF the apart
/ mont EKira de Pasquali had been
/ singing. and the llama-haired Hun
/ g1rian thrco Madame knickcrhock"rs.
/ and thin SpnStCr from Back Bay
/ wcrc Crowding around her, cN,iaNa.
/ san, with compliments.
Then the Portuguese mc27o smiled
"raciously. and consented to SING o"cr
r,orc. and Adair. we'll in the shsH's
I stopped to listen.
Ile was surprised himsclf-aHd IL
Rad known Rose Blake for nearly ten
years. True. She had Graced th"
chorus of a Rroadway show upon one
d occasion. and again had sung the
GypSV queen in Il wildcat production
of THE Bohemian Girl" but the man
nor in which she handled T.con'ayallo's s.
rolorful music gave him a moment Of
genuine surprise.
! "It Harlequin thy Columbin" ha*
stolen,
Laugh, Punchinel'o, and the world
will cry bravo"