Miss Dexie: A Romance of the ProvincesEveleth, Stanford
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Miss Dexie: A Romance of the Provinces
Eveleth, Stanford
Fiction
"No danger of that, Miss Sherwood," said Mr. Markman, the best tenor of the
club. "I'll answer for it that you will so electrify the audience that they
will demand an encore. Don't hide your talent from those who would be so
sure to appreciate it."
"Give the matter serious consideration," said Mr. Ross. "I will run in
to-morrow and see you, even though I may run the risk of a cool reception.
What time shall I call?" he added, with a smile.
"Well, if you must call and see me, I hope it will be on some other errand;
I will be at leisure any time in the afternoon, say three o'clock." Then,
looking up with a smile, added: "Don't imagine I shall reconsider the
matter; I simply could not do it."
"I'll hope to find you in a better frame of mind to-morrow, Miss Sherwood,"
he replied, giving her hand a cordial grasp. "May I ask permission for Mr.
Gurney to be present at the interview?"
"Oh, certainly. I think you can safely venture to do so, seeing that he
will probably come in of his own accord, if you don't ask him," and Lancy
joined in the laugh raised at his expense.
"Well, that settles it, Mr. Gurney, I shall depend on your support in this
difficult matter. Now, before we separate, I think I am voicing the
sentiments of the members here when I ask for one more song. Now, Miss
Sherwood, you have acknowledged that it does not tire you to whistle, so
you will send us home in the best of spirits if you will favor us once
more."
Dexie placed her hands over her ears at the applause that greeted these
words, and amidst the general laughter Lancy drew her to the piano.
"I am going to sing 'The Mocking-Bird,' so you must whistle," he said.
"Come, Dexie, there is no backing out," as she tried to escape him.
"Well, get Gussie to sing with you, and I will; perhaps it will help her
good-nature a little--it needs help," she whispered, laughing.
On being sufficiently urged, Gussie stepped over to the piano beside them,
and joined her alto to the chorus.
Dexie played and whistled, and, as the members listened, all joined Mr.
Ross in thinking that their programme should hold this song also.
"Well, Miss Sherwood, I think you have kept the best to the last. I have
heard that song several times, but never 'listened to the mocking-bird'
after all. The song in itself is beautiful, but, after hearing you whistle,
I see that it is imperfect with the mocking-bird left out. This is rather a
cold climate for that species of bird, Miss Sherwood, but I shall give a
Halifax audience the pleasure of hearing one, if I have to import one from
the South on purpose for the occasion. To-morrow at three o'clock,
remember, Mr. Gurney, and may the fates be propitious!"
When Mr. Sherwood learned of Dexie's refusal to whistle, he was as eager to
change her decision as any member of the club.
For once Gussie sided with Dexie, and said all she could to influence her
against it, but her motive was so apparent that her father reproved her
sharply.
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