| Show Tie the Boer at Eight Night in St Louis Seated in the parlor of her father magnificentreBidenoeLuflme Loose hair allowed her taper fingers to flan der idly over the keys of the piano and obedient to bar delicate touch there floated forth upon the Air the beautiful miseries Since Papa Tore Hfcfcantft And as abe sat there absorbed in the sad reflections to which the music gave rise the door opened softly Berwyok Hetherington entered the room Lurline all the senses of her passionate nature absorbed ab-sorbed in the music continued to play not knowing that the man she lovedand to win whose pocketbook return she would have bustled around with dread earnestness was standing by her side But at last Berwyok placed his hand gently on her shoulder shoul-der and by that indefinable sense that tells us of human presence although al-though we see it not she knew that something was around Turning quickly she saw Mr Hetherington I did not know you were here she said with a blush flooding the face that such a little time ago was pale and calm or I should not have played so confidently Can you not favor me with something some-thing more he asked The blush grows deeper and more vivid now and the drooping eyes are moist with tears But in an instant she recovers her self poeeession and looks at him in the frank honest way in which Cincinnati girls ask f < r more pie I cannot play any other piece she said half defiantly half sadly Are you sure of this Lurline Berwick asks bending over her in a loving way Think well before you speak he continues for on your answer may depend the happiness of two young lives I am quite sure she says Then you must ba my wife And as he speaks these words Berwick Ber-wick HetheringtonB countenance lights up with a rapturous Sohuyler Oolfaz smile Do you love me he asks For answer she puts her arms around his neck kisses him coldly behind the left ear and then a great silence falls upon them Presently Berwick rises to go Yon will come again tomorrow 1 evening she asks Yes he replies yon may tie the dog at eight And you will not regret your choice Never he says in steady olear tones I have spent the beat years of my life looking for a girl who could play only one tune on the piano Chicago Tribune |
