The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-01-15

eyes that were raised 10 H. that
made the Judges heart glow with
admiration.
Thank YOU" said he warmly
THAT is most kind of you. But per.
haps she has found a better friend by
this time. hope 60"
"or one as kind" she suggested In
q low voice.
The conversation then became gen
eral, and the girl did not look up for
several seconds: but the young man
on her right. who had not missed
word of the previous tete-a-tete. could
not give attention to the story Mrs.
Blackwell was telling. for bordering
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 q 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 10
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 so about
her. She Is lovely. But please don't
begrudge her to us for few minutes
promise you that you shall have
your innings afterwards"
Then. without any warning and ut.
terly 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 = steady step. but
| with a rapidly beating heart, Her real
ordeal had now come. She cast about
in her mind for subjects OF converse,
zion which should forestall unsafe
topics. and tntuitively 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, IL 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 a 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. oh
no; II was after his return"
Then II must have been In this
Adirondacks." went on the determined
interlocutor. Were you at" Blu,
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 10 play something for
you. as your musician friend has failed
you. | shall be very glad TO. II Il viii
help you any. What do you care for
Something serious or something gay
Are you fond OF Chopin. or Beethoven
or something more modern3"
Seeming u possible musical prodigy
and desiring most earnestly to give
her guests treat, MIR owman ex
claimed In enthusiasm
"oh. how lovely OF youl I hardl,
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
Wen have the gay music Make you
own choice. though I'm very fond o
Chopin, OF course"
Without another word. the cir
moved quietly over to the piano an.
took her seat For Just a moment hel
fingers wandered caressingly over th,
keys, as II they were old friends ant
she were having an understandin,
with them. then she began a Chopin
Nocturne Her touch was Arm and vel
! vety, and che brought out "A belllik,
tone from the instrument that mad,
the little company OF women reallz'
that the player was mistress OF he
art Her graceful fingers and Lowell,
head. with its simple ripples an,
waves OF hair. were more noticeable
than ever as she sat there. controlling
the exquisite harmonies. Even Mn
Blackwell stopped tanning and locke,
interested. Then she whispered 4
Mrs. Bowman: "A very sweet younI
girl That's pretty piece she's play
ing" Mrs. Blackwell was sweet an,
commonplace and old-fashioned.
Mrs. Parker Bowman sat up with
pink glow in her cheeks and a light Il
her eyes. She began to plan how sh
might keep this acquisition and e,
plot her among her friends. II wa
her delight To bring out new feature
In her entertainments.
CTo BE coSTrNUEDD
Sad but True.
How II my cientY" inquired tn
lawyer at the prison gate