The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-09-04

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 converse
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 Chippendale
chair beside her.
My dear, it is 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 a 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 so very long, Mrs. Bowman-not
as long as you have known him" She
finished with smile which Mrs. Bow
man decided was charming.
ooh, you sly child" she exclaimed,
playfully tapping the round cheek with
her fan. Did you meet him when he
was abroad this summer"
ooh, no, indeed" said the 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
interlocutor. 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 mas failed
you. / shall be very glad to, if it will
help you any. What do you care for L?
Something serious or something gay
Are you fond of Chopin, or Beethoven,
or something more modern?"
Seeming a possible musical prodigy,
and desiring most earnestly to give
her guests a treat, Mrs. Bowman ex-
claimed in enthusiasm:
"Oh, how lovely of you! I hardly
dared to ask, as Tryon was uncertain
whether you would be willing. Sup
pose you give US something serious
now, and later. when the men come in,
We'll have the gay music. Make your
own choice, though I'm very fond of
Chopin, of course"
Without another word, the girl
moved quietly over to the piano and
took her seat. For just a moment her
fingers wandered caressingly over the
keys, as if they were old friends and
she were having an understanding
with them, then she began a Chopin
Nocturne. Her touch was firm and vel
vety, and she brought out a bell-like
tone from the instrument that made
the little company of women realize
that the player was mistress of her
art. Her graceful fingers and lovely
head, with its simple ripples and
waves of hair, were more noticeable
than ever as she sat there, controlling
the exquisite harmonies. Even Mrs
| Blackwell stopped tanning and looked
| interested. Then she whispered tc
Mrs. Bowman: "a very sweet young
girl. That's pretty piece she's play
ing" Mrs. Blackwell was sweet and
| commonplace and old-fashioned.
Mrs. Parker Bowman sat up with a
/ pink glow in her cheeks and a light in
| her eyes. She began to plan how she
| might keep this acquisition and ex
| plot her among her friends. 1t was
| her delight to bring out new features
! in her entertainments.
| Eve shall simply keep you playing
until you drop from weariness," she
announced ecstatically, when the las
wailing, sobbing, soothing chord hat
died away; and the other ladies muir
INJURED, How delightful" and whis
| pered their approval
/ The girl smiled and rippled into
Chopin Valse, under cover of which
those who cared to could talk in low
tones. Afterwards the musician dashed
into the brilliant movement of a Beet
| hoven Sonata.
1t was just as she was beginning Ru
binstein's exquisite tone portrait
Kamennoi-Ostrow, that the gentlemen
came in.
Tryon Durham had had his much de
sired talk with the famous judge, bu
1t had not been about law.
They had been drawn together b,
mutual consent, each discovering tina
the other was watching the younl
stranger as she left the dining room
She is charming" said the old man
smiling into the face of the younger
is she an intimate friend?"
Il hope So" stammered Durham
That is, should like to have he
consider me So"
Ali" said the old man, looking deeI
into the others eyes with a kind,
smile, as If he were recalling pleas
ant experiences of his own. You ar,
fortunate fellow. l hope you ma,
succeed in making her think so. D.
you know, she interests me more thar
most young women, and in some wa,
cannot disconnect her with an oc
currence which happened in my offic