Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1912-11-08

Mrs. Clarkson cried out. She
glanced at Sir Julian as one
for whom she did sing. And Sir Julian's
eyes twinkled under the bushranger's
guns.
''To be sure you don't" said Stinga-
rec, with as much sweetness as his
character would permit. you sing for
charity and spend three times as much
as you are ever likely to make in. ar
raying yourself for the occasion. Well.
we must put up with some song bird
without fine feathers, for l mean TO
hear the program out" His eyes rang
ed the front rows till they fell on Hilda
Bouverie in her corner. you young
lady over there. You've been talking
since I called for silence. You deserve
to pay a penalty; be good enough to
step this way"
Hilda's excitement may be supposed.
It made her scandalousiy radiant in
that company of Inundated men and
women, but it did not rob her Of her
resource. Removing her shawl with
apparent haste, but with calculated
deliberation, she laid it in bunch
upon the seat which she had occupied
and stepped forward with a courage
that won cheer from the back rows.
Stincaree stopped to hand her up to
the platform, and his warm grip told
tale. This was what he had come for,
to make her sing, to make her sing be-
fore Sir Julian Crum, to give her
start unique in the history of the plat
form and the stage. Criminal, was he?
Then the dearest, kindest, most en-
chanting, most romantic criminal the
world had ever seen! But she must
be worthy of his chivalry and her
chance, and from the first her artistic
eg0ism insisted that she was.
Stingaree had picked up program
and dexterously mounted it between the
hammer and cartridge Of the revolver
which he had nom entarily relinQuish-
ed, much as q cornet player mounts
his music under his nose. With both
weapons once more leveled he con-
suited the program now.
1.-THE next item, ladies and gentle
men, said he, ''is another pianOforte
solo by this young lady. Well let you
off that. Miss Bouverie, since you've
got to sing. The next song on the
program is called The Unrealized
IDEAL and the music is by our dis
finguisher visitor and patron, Sir
Julian Crum. In happier Circumstance
es It would have been sung to you by
Mrs Montgomery Garrison; as it is,
! call upon Miss Bouverie to realize
her ideal and ours, and on Sir Julian
Crum to accompany her, If he will
AT Mrs. Clarkson's stony side the
great man dropped both arms at the
superb impudence of the invitation.
Quite right, Sir Julian; let the blood
run into them" said Stingaree. at is
q pure oversight that you We're not eX-
empted In the beginning. Comply with
my entreaty and l guarantee that you
shall suffer no further inconvenience"
Sir Julian wavered. In London he
was q clubman and q diner out, and
what tale for the Athenaeum-Wha
a short cut to every ear at Il kensing-
ton dinner table! In the end it would
get into the papers. That was the
worst of it. But in the midst of Sir
Julians hesitation his bordering eyes
met those of Miss Bouverie-on fire to
sing him his own song-alight with the
ability to do it justice. And Sir Julian
was lost.
How she sang it may be guessed
Sir Julian bowed and swayed upon the
stool. StinGaree stood by With smile
Of personal pride and responsibility
but with both revolverS still leveled
and one of them cooked. 1t was a bet,
ter song than he had supposed. Il
gained enormously from the composers
accompaniment. The last verse was
softer than another would have made
1t. and vet the singer obeyed inaudible
instructions. as though she had never
sung it otherwise. 1t was more in i