The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-09-04
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est IN the matter. and the Judge told
the story again, this time more in de-
tail
They drew little apart from the
rest of the men. The host. who had
been warned by his wife to give
young Durham an opportunity to talk
with the judge, saw that her plans
were succeeding admirably.
When the music began in the other
room the judge paused a moment to
listen, and then went on with his
story.
There is a freight elevator Just op-
posite that left door of my office, and
somehow l cannot but think it had
something to do with the girls disap-
pearance, although the door was
closed and the elevator was down on
the cellar floor all the time, as nearly
as l can find out"
The young man asked eager ques-
tons, feeling in his heart that the
story might in some way explain the
mystery of the young woman in the
other room.
Suppose you stop in the Office to-
morrow" said the judge. Perhaps
you'll get a glimpse of her, and then
bear me out in the statement that
she's like your friend. By the way,
who is making such exquisite music?
Suppose We go and investigate Mr.
Bowman, will you excuse US if we fol-
low the ladies? We are anxious to
j hear the music at closer range"
The other mel rose and followed.
The girl did not pause or look up
as they came in, but played on, while
! the company listened with the most
rapt and wondering look. She was
playing with an empressement which
could not fail to command attention.
Tryon Durham, standing just behind
the judge, was transfixed with amaze
= ment. That this delicate girl could
bring forth such an enhancing volume
, Of sound from the instrument was a
great surprise. That she was so ex-
quisite an artist filed him with kind
of intoxicating elation-it was as
though she belonged to him.
At last she played LISTS brilliant
Hungarian Rhapsody, her slender
hands taking the tremendous chords
and octave runs with a precision and
rapidity that seemed inspired. The
final crash came in a shower of liquid
/ jewels of sound, and then she turned
to look at him, her one friend in that
company of strangers.
: He could see that she had been play
ing under a heavy strain. Her face
nd hnr
were brilliant with feverish excite
ment. Those eyes seemed to be plead
ing with him now to set her free from
the kindly scrutiny of these good,
hearted, curious strangers. They gath
cred about her in delight, pouring
their questions and praises upon her.
Where did you study? With some
great master, am sure. Tell US all
about yourself. We are dying to know,
and will sit at your feet with great
: delight while you discourse"
TTyon Durham interrupted these
disquieting questions, by drawing his
watch from his pocket with apparent
hasty remembrance, and giving a well
feigned exclamation of dismay.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Bowman; it is toe
bad to interrupt this delightful eve
ming" he apologized; but I'm afraid
if Miss Remington feels that she must
take the next train, We shall have tc
make all possible speed. Miss Rem
ington, can you get your wraps on in
three minutes? Our carriage is prob
ably at the door now"
With look of relief, yet keeping VI
her part of dismay over the lateness
of the hour, the girl sprang to her feet
and hurried away to get her wraps, in
spite of her protesting hostess. Mrs
Bowman was held at bay with sweet
expressions of gratitude for the pleas