Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-07-24

ILLUSTRATIONS &C.
The conversation then became gen-
eral. and the girl did not hook up for
several seconds: but the young man
on her right. who had not missed q
word Of the previous tets-s-tete, could
not give attention to the story Mira.
Blackwell WAS telling, for rendering
what he had heard.
The ladies now left the table, and
though this was the time that Dun
ham had counted upon for An &C
quaintance with the great Judge who
might hold future career in his
power, he could not but wish that he
might follow them to the other room.
He felt entire confidence in his new
friends ability to play her part to
the end. but he wanted to watch her,
to study her and understand her, II
perchance he might solve the mystery
that was ever growing more intense
about her.
As she left the room his eyes fol.
lowed her. His hostess. in passing
behind his chair. had whispered:
Il don't wonder you feel 30 about
her. She ID lovely. But please don't
begrudge her to W for . few minutes.
promise you that you shall have
your innings Afterwards"
Then, without any warning and ut
tsrly against his will. this young man
of much experience and self-control
blushed furiously, and was glad enough
when the door closed behind Mrs.
Bowman.
Miss Remington walked into the
drawing room with a steady step, but
with rapidly beating heart. Her real
ordeal had now come. She cast about
in her mind for subjects Of conveBa-
ton which should forestall unsafe
topics. and intuitively sought the pro-
lection OF the judges wife. But imme-
diately she saw her hostess making
straight for the little Ch.ppendale
chair beside her.
My dear, it ia too lovely" she be-
gan. so opportune! Do tell me how
long you have known Tryon?"
The girl caught her breath and gath
cred her wits together. She looked up
shyly into the pleasant curious eyes
of Mrs. Bowman. and q faint CLEAN
OF mischief came into her face.
why" Her hesitation seemed
only natural, and Mrs. Bowman de-
cided that there must be something
very special between these two. why,
not 80 very long, Mrs. Bowman-not
as long as yo4 have known him" She
finished with . smile which Mrs. Bow
man decided was charming.
"Oh, you sly child" she exclaimed.
playfully tapping the round cheek with
her fan Did you meet him when he
was abroad this summer"
"Oh. no. indeed" said tho girl.
| laughing now in. spite Of herself. "Oh.
| no; it was after his return"
Then it must have been in the
| Adirondacks," went on the determined
/ tnterIocutor Were you at" But
the girl interrupted her. She could not
| afford to discuss the Adirondacks, and
the sight OF the grand piano across
| the room had given her an idea.
Mr.. Durham told me that you
! would like me to play something for
| you, as your musician friend has failed
you. / shall be very glad to. II 1t will
help you any. What do you care for
! Something serious or something gay
Are you fond of Chopin. or Beethoven
or something more modern?"
| Seeming possible musical prodigy
and desiring most earnestly to give
her guests treat. Mrs. Bowman ex
claimed in enthusiasm:
"Oh, how lovely Of you! l hardly
dared to ask, as Tryon was uncertain
whether you would be willing. Sup
pose you give US something seriou,
now. and later. when the men come in
! we'll have the gay music. Make your
own choice. though I'm very fond o.
Chopin, Of course"
Without another word, the cir
moved quietly over to the piano ant
took her seat. For Just q moment bel
| fingers wandered caressingIy over thu
keys. as II they were old friends anc
she were having an understanding
with them, then she began a Chopin
Nocturne. Her touch was firm and vel
vety. and she brought out q bell-lik,
tone from the instrument that made
The little company Of women realiz,
that the player was mistress Of hel
art Her graceful fingers and Lowell.
head. with its simple ripples ant
waves Of hair. were more noticeabl,
than ever 40 she sat there, controlling
tho exquisite harmonies. Even Mrs.
Blackwell stopped tanning and looket
interested. Then she whispered t,
Mrs. Bowman: "A very sweet youn,
girl. That's pretty piece she's play
ing" Mrs. Blackwell was sweet ant
commonplace and old-fashioned.
Mrs. Parker Bowman sat up with
pink glow in her cheeks and q light Il
: her eyes. She began to plan how sh,
might keep this acquisition and ez
pIoit her among her friends. It wa,
her delight to bring ont new feature
In her entertainments.
. I've shall simply keep you playinl
until you drop from weariness." sh
announced ecstatically, when the las
} watling. sobbing. soothing chord ha
died away; and the other ladies ,mul
INJURED, How delightful" and .whia
porod their approval.