The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1912-10-25

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when the last rich note he'd died away
he wheeled about. and 50 sat silent for
mauy moments. lookin. ~curiously OH
her flushed face and painting bosom.
Il can't place your voice" he said at
last. Its both ~vO!ccs--thc most won-
G"rful compass in the world-and the
world viii tell you so vlIcn you &c
back 20 it, as go back YOU mast and
shall. May | ask the namc of your
maHtrr":"
MY W namc-B ouycric. 1t was
MY father. He is dead
Her eyes @listeneu.
You did not go 10 Auottyr:"
Il had no money. Hc.lll~. he lived
Cor what YOU say. When he died with
his dream still 81 dream, | said l would
4" thr anne and | came Up here"
She had turned away. \ less 1actfu!
intrrlorutor had sought palmer re-
ruhl1ti"n of The rash resolve: this one
rose and buried himself in more songs,
Il have heard you in grand opera.
and in something really grand" he
said. "Nnw I want Il Song, the sim
pier tue better
Behind his back Il dariuc light camc
Into Tie moist eyes.
''li>ore is one Of Mrs. Clarkson's."
she said. she would never forgive
II" for singing it. but I have heard it
from her so often, | know 50 VOL how
it ought to GO
Aud. fetching the o from Il cahi-
net, size thrust it boldly under his nose.
1t was called The Unrealized Ideal"
and was Il setting of some words by q
veal poet then living, whose name
caused this reader to murmur. 'Loildon
Lyrics" The composer was Sir Julian
Crlrn. But his name was read without
q word or q movement OF the strong
shoulders and the tanned neck on which
Miss Rouyerie'S eyes were fixed.
"Nou had better play this yourSelf.'
said he. after pcering az the music
through his glass. 1T is rather too
many for me-"
And. strangely crestfallcn. Miss Eou-
verie took his place.
81 like the words. Miss Fouverie, but
the setting doesn't take me. 1t might
with repetition. If seems lacking in 60
and simplicity: technically, | should
say. a Gem. But there can be no two
opinions Of your singing. It is for me
to thank yoU--from my heart-and say
coodbv..' was the comment OF the
stranger when She had finished.
He was holding out a slunburnt hand.
Must YOU go:' she asked. withhold
ing her own in frank disappointment.
unfortunately. yes; my man is
waiting for me with both horses in the
| scrub. But before l 80 want to ask a
great favor Of you. It is, not to tell a
| soul | have been here"
For a singer and a woman OF tenn
permanent, Hilda Bourerie had i Won
derfully level head. she inquired his
reason in no promising tone.
"Tou will sec at Mrs. ClarSson's
concert"
Hilla started.
You are coming to that
"Nithout fail-to hear Mrs. Clark
son sing five songs-your song among
Them"
But its hers; it has been the other
way about
The gay smile hroadoncd on the
swarthy face; Il very bright eye
| twinkled through the mOnocle into
those Of Miss Bouveric.
well, will you promise TO say moth
ING about me: have q reason which
you will be the first to appreciate in
due season"
IijIda hc>itatel, reasoned with her
self and finally gave her word. Their
hands We're Joined an instant, as he
thanked her with gallant smile and
bow. Then hn was zone. And as his
D. spurs ceased iiu~lin- N the vcruuda
outside. ltilda Enlvoric glanced again
at the song on the piano and ClanlIed
her hands with unreasonable pride.
y DO believe tj}at | was wight after
all" she said.
Mr.. 'l&rk sou ana his young men sal
at meat that evening with a Miss
Houyrrie harl 10 recognize rs the ap
parcutIr au&,crc spin,tcr Who hat
hitherto been something of Il Skeleton
az tn"ir board. toldty handsome a
her worst. Il single day had brought
her forth a radiant beauty VrcathcC
in human smiles. Her clear skin lal
q tin@r which at once suggested apC
dismissed tn" thought of rouge: hut be
yuuI all douht she had done her hail
with less rc~c.Vn: and it was cnpUnrl
hair Of q volatile sort, that spranG into
natural curlS at The first relaxation al
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