The Prescott daily news., 1914-01-07

l 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. IL
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 so about
her. She is lovely. But please don't
besrudge her to US for few minutes
promise you that you shall have
your innings afterwards"
Then, without any warning and ut
lerly against his will, this young Liam
Of much experience and self-control
blushed furously. and was glad enough
when the door closed behind Mrs
Bowman.
Miss Remington walked into the
drawing room with 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 forestal 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 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.
"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 the girl.
laughing now in spite of herself ooh,
no; it was after his return"
I 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 has failed
you. shall be very glad to, II it will
help you any. What do you care for q?
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 a treat. Mrs. Bowman ex-
claimed in enthusiasm:
"Oh, how lovely of you! ! 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 x to
Mrs. Bowman: "A yer. lsee. ,oang
girl. That's pretty p !sy-
ing" Mrs. Blackwell q and
commonplace and old-fashioned.
Mrs. Parker Bowman sat up with a
pink glow In her cheeks and 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.
We shall simply keep you playing