ged their way towards the door within which was so beautiful a prize. Most notable among the young and old moustached and bewhiskered men ushered into the home of Mrs Smith Hampshire because they had so much in common with the charming old lady, was the Hon. Vincent Vingloss, a pianist of some note in England who had studied under the Polish Master Paderewski, and who later became Lord Weldorn. The Hon. was Mrs Smith Hampshire's second cousin and on a three months visit to New Zealand, and when he offered Waikura advanced tuition the opportunity was welcomed by the ladies, so that most afternoons the Hon. appeared at the house and sat before the keyboard with the lovely Waikura. This togetherness, although aimed at developing a finer technique in the lovely tapering fingers of Waikura, gave many keen observers the idea that the Hon., taking full advantage of his position on the inside running, would ere long be adding a couple of expensive rings along with the technique to the lovely tapering fingers. But nothing happened, and the Hon. Vincent,

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due to leave for England in a fortnight, agreed to give a recital at the home of Mrs Smith Hampshire before departing. Naturally Wanganui was surprised that there was nothing doing as yet. The Hon. Vincent was in his prime, just thirty years old and Waikura seventeen. Perhaps he would yet scoop the pool. Mrs Smith Hampshire's drawing room or ‘salon’ as it was described by those privileged to enter, was a high-ceilinged room which comfortably held eighty people while another twenty or so could listen in on the wide porch along one side when the French doors were thrown wide. Maori mother and daughter both tastefully gowned in silk received the guests with the hostess, and both salon and porch were packed to capacity the afternoon of the recital by the Hon. Vincent Vingloss. Naturally those of note in Wanganui's musical world were present besides a leavening who qualified with an ear for music because of a nose for money. As with any other feast, a feast of music provides varied fare. At some everybody is happy if able to neat the feet to what is provided. Many people ask only for rhythm peppered with music. Simple harmony is the dish of others or perhaps a good singsong warms the cockles of their hearts. And there are those who are attuned to hear the murmur of the music of the spheres. Those who interpret and are enraptured by the symbols, the dots and dashes of those great masters who projected their minds out into the beyond and found music which is out of this world. The recital opened with a series of Chopin Nocturnes, in fact it was a Chopin Recital, and at the conclusion of No. 19 in E Minor played with great poignancy, many of those present were dabbing the corners of their eyes, while one widow of about thirty cried uncontrollably and was comforted and led from the room by Noti: which confirmed that sharing is essential to great emotional joy. But while this emotional aftermath continued within the salon, on the porch was a chorus of Wanganui's financial maestros, some of whom were sensitive to symphonies which from distant echoes swelled to mighty music before receding out to the stars, while all of them, being humans of some calibre, were particularly alerted to a financial tide and the rise and fall of interest rates. The leader of this group whose morning coat had shaded to a conservative greeny tinge, was known in Wanganui as ‘half-per-cent-