Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-05-13

was anu tuat you olWdyS uSeO TO De D pet
of his" As spoke, Ellen's face. which
before had been somewhat pensiye, broke
into smiles.
Ellen was pretty girl, with slight, fex-
IDLE figure, gentle, sensitive expression, and
massy braids of glossy black hair. AL
though she looked pleased, she did not,
however, continued the subject, and said,
after some minutes silence; 81 have been
wishing for q long time we had new organ
and choir in the church; these scraping
fddles, and that poor old John Morriss
screeching, are dreadful"
"It would be indeed delightful" an
swered-for my ears had suffered martyr
dom for some years from causes to which
Ellen had alluded" but I fear there is
little hope for us. An organ would be
beyond our means, and who would play it if
we had one?''
"Why, you and I, dear Miss Madeline
and perhaps Kitty Selby; she used to play
nicely On the piano. And as to the cost, I
was speaking to papa about it the other
night, and he and 1 will give fifty pounds
for our share; and if you and Mr.. Jones
could help US to collect as much more, we
could get very nice little organ for hun
dred pounds. And then we might teach
some of the village children to sing"
cit would be charming indeed, dear
Ellen" | said, "if it could be managed"
''Now don't say If, Miss Madeline; it
must and shall be managed"
On my way home 1 met Mr. Moore, and
spoke to him of his daughters suggestion.
EYES," he said, "was it not q capital
idea of Ellen's? am so glad she thought
of it instead of any of the Selbys, because
in that case l could have had nothing to do
with the business. Itwould have looked as
if had wished to truckle to these people,
1t was agreed by the rest of the village
society, who were one and all charmed with
the idea of the new organ, that l should
break the matter to the Selbys. Accord
ingly, one fine summer evening I bent my
steps in the direction of Westwerwick Hall,
as 1t was more commonly called. The gold
en- rays OF q summer sunset were streaming
On the lawn, and the purple and crimson
clouds were mirrored on the still surface of
small sheet of water which bathed the foot
of the green slope. The Selbys were all as
sembled in front of the house, to enjoy the
beauty OF the summer evening, and welcomed
me cordially. The moment seemed auspi-
clous; and as soon as our mutual greeting
were over, l entered On the subject of my
mission, merely saying, however, with a sort
OF diplomatic caution, 1t had been proposed.
The notion was hailed with delight by all
the party. At last Mr. Selby inquired:
''And is it to you, Mrs Madeline, we
are indebted for this excellent suggestion %
"No," l answered, intrepidly but with
some little misgiying; 90 the credit is due to
Miss Moore
Miss Moore? l am glad it was Mss
Moore. If it had been her father -. But
no: one ought not to allow ones private
feelings to interfere with the public good |
If thing is right, it ought to be supported,
no matter whence it emanates. Fifty pounds
you say, have already been subscribed you
may put my name down for twenty
l then, as had been instructed, spoke of |
forming choir, saying that Ellen Moore,
relieved occasionally by myself, was to play
the organ.
ELLEN Moore!" cried the girls, in de-
light. "Then we shall see dear Ellen
Moore again.
pretty Ellen Moore ~ said Robert Selby.
"What sweet tempered little thing she
used to be ~
''les," l said, ''and still as sweet temper
ed as ever. She was asking all about her
old play-fellows the other day."
''Poor thing" said their father; "she
must lead rather a solitary life. l am sure,
If she and my young people choose to be
friendly, l have no objection, though her
father is an insolent obstinate mailman. l |
do Lot confOund the innocent with the