A Heart-Song of To-day   By: Annie Gregg Savigny (1901-)

A HEART SONG OF TO DAY (DISTURBED BY FIRE FROM THE 'UNRULY MEMBER')

A NOVEL.

BY MRS. ANNIE G. SAVIGNY.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I. A PRETTY WOMAN LAYS A PLOT, AND HIRES A GARDENER

CHAPTER II. A RARE SOCIETY BOUQUET

CHAPTER III. THE FATES SPIN WITH THREADS OF BLACK

CHAPTER IV. OF MADAME

CHAPTER V. MADAME SHUFFLES THE CARDS

CHAPTER VI. LOVE AND LOVE MAKING

CHAPTER VII. ORESTES AND PYLADES

CHAPTER VIII. MADAME AND HER GARDENER

CHAPTER IX. VAURA IN A MEDLEY

CHAPTER X. VELVET PAWS CONCEAL CLAWS

CHAPTER XI. ON THE WING

CHAPTER XII. SOARING! THENCE TO THINGS OF EARTH

CHAPTER XIII. ADAM

CHAPTER XIV. OF LIONEL TREVALYON

CHAPTER XV. HEART STIRS

CHAPTER XVI. LIFTING THE VAIL

CHAPTER XVII. CHIC AUJOURD'HUI

CHAPTER XVIII. THEATRE FRANCAIS

CHAPTER XIX. FOR A FAIR WOMAN FACE

CHAPTER XX. QUICKENED HEART BEATS

CHAPTER XXI. LA BELLE VERNON

CHAPTER XXII. THE BLIND GOD TAKES SURE AIM

CHAPTER XXIII. THE WEB OF DIFFICULTY

CHAPTER XXIV. SLAIN BY A WOMAN

CHAPTER XXV. IN THE SUNBEAMS

CHAPTER XXVI. A MOUNTAIN IDYL, OR AN ALPINE ROMANCE

CHAPTER XXVII. GRUNDY'S LASH CAUSES HEART ACHE

CHAPTER XXVIII. HEART STIRS TO DIVINE MUSIC

CHAPTER XXIX. THE UNRULY MEMBER IS HEARD

CHAPTER XXX. WOMAN AGAINST WOMAN

CHAPTER XXXI. SOCIETY'S VOTARIES SMILE THOUGH THEY DIE

CHAPTER XXXII. TREVALYON GONE, VAURA KILLS TIME

CHAPTER XXXIII. WARM WORDS BRIDGE CRUEL DISTANCE

CHAPTER XXXIV. BRIC A BRAC

CHAPTER XXXV. HEART TO HEART

CHAPTER XXXVI. KNAVES ARE TRUMPS

CHAPTER XXXVII. WEE WHITE MOUSE WINS A POINT

CHAPTER XXXVIII. MADAME IN A FELINE MOOD

CHAPTER XXXIX. TREVALYON THROWS DOWN THE GLOVE

CHAPTER XL. BLACK DELROSE USES EMPHATIC LANGUAGE

CHAPTER XLI. AN EXPOSE, SOCIETY ON TIP TOE

CHAPTER XLII. "ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE."

CHAPTER XLIII. WEE DETECTIVE PLAYS A WINNING CARD

CHAPTER XLIV. DUAL SOLITUDE

CHAPTER XLV. BLACK DELROSE AS A MARKSMAN

CHAPTER XLVI. DISCORD ENDS; HEART'S EASE AT LAST

A HEART SONG OF TO DAY

(DISTURBED BY FIRE FROM THE UNRULY MEMBER.)

CHAPTER I.

A PRETTY WOMAN LAYS A PLOT, AND HIRES A GARDENER.

"By Jove! I have missed her; you are a very Circe, Mrs. Tompkins."

The speaker, one of the handsomest men I have ever seen, started to his feet as a beautiful Italian mantel clock rang in silver chimes the hour of midnight.

"Sit down again my dear Captain, I have not told you all, and am a wilful woman and must have my way. I know whom you have missed," she said truly, for Sir Tilton Everly has informed her, out come her woman wit to prevent the meeting. "Is she anything to you?"

"No, and yes, as all women beautiful or fascinating are, I love you all."

"You have large capacities, Captain Trevalyon, but I must make you love one woman and only one, or I cannot sleep content," and the black amorous eyes rest on his face.

"Ye gods! a confession," thought Trevalyon. "Awkward for me as I want Haughton to have the innings; she is good fun and doesn't bore one, but I've missed Vaura again, fool I was to come."

"You don't seem curious" continued Mrs. Tompkins, rolling a small table on which was the debris of a petit champagne supper, from between them.

"Curious! a prerogative of your sex, fair madame, though any of your secrets would be chic enough to tempt a man to encroach," he answered gaily, drawing a chair near his own.

"Especially when 'tis of a woman who lives for him alone," and the handsome wealthy widow sank into the chair opposite him.

"Yes, for an hour, for a day, and 'tis pleasant so you see I know you gay butterflys," he said, lazily placing a foot stool under the pretty feet of his companion.