The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1861-03-19

""uiu h"'o peeu pi'u eHOuSu W lchCl d Do(,
but how could l givs lessons to that six feet
Of masculinity and while looked, marked
the earnest air, the deep dark eye, in which
Just now a bit Of merriment lurked, that
quite reassured me, and with more dignity
than was my wont, l went through the usual
preamble, to find where my pupil should
commence. A mere beginner, he said; yot
the first lesson gave evidence, that, although
he might be a noyice upon the piano, in mu
sic he was no beginner, and afterwards as he
glanced over some difficult music, learned
that lie played upon the violin. There was q
deal Of glad surprise in my eyes ] know, for
l did love violin music and when he said, we
will play together sometime, may we not |!
| answered right gladly, yes; and after that,
some way he didn't seem to like tho piano,
but always brought his violin, and accompa
MED me who played or sang. 1t was very
nice, and although Paul certainly learned
very little, he gave mo more pleasure than all
tho rest Of my pupils.
But it was becoming serious matter with
Paul. l read it in every glance Of his eye,
in every tone of his voice; and it might have
become such TO me had it not been for my
foolish pride. He was poor, ut least, every
one in Centrevillc said so. | had declared !
would never marry poor man | would live
alone in my poverty, but in settling in life |
would be content with nothing short Of wealth.
So hushed the voices in my heart that cried
for love, and in reply 10 his proposals said no.
The summer had passed away, and the au
tumn well nigh &c ne; was tired Of my toll
knew now that had loved Paul. knew
| had thrown away great treasure.
gave Paul Whitford his last lessons. He
was going 10 the city, he said, to enter busi
ness, would t'y to forget the little girl, who
had made his heart so weak in its great love-
/ guess my good angel prompted me, for
then and there thought love before wealth,
and frankly gave him all l had.
We were married, and went to the city to
visit my uncle first, and find us home. 1t
was just dark as we drove through the streets,
the carriage stopped and we alighted before
could it be my early, beautiful homel
"My Uncle does not live here now, Paul,
why do YOU stop"
lie hurried me up tho steps, and into tho
broad hall. How natural it all looked The
p,rlor was lighted, and the rooms beyond
In wonder l gazed, and just then a dear
voice knew to be Aunt Msrcy's, chimed out ::
"Why Bessie, darling, you have come at
last" and uncle too called "como 10 your
great uncle, little girl"
could only wonder in silence. Then
Paul told me, that when uncle failed, much
Of the property, including the house, passed
into the hands of E. G. Whtford Esq, who
wishing to retire from business, adopted his
nephew Paul as his heir, giving him for a
residence, the old Thorne mansion.
"And YOU will live with us always, uncc?'
cried, "and you will 1.-Two with alwaysY
said Paul, "aud you, Bessie, will you teach
me music 7" and he led me TO tho piano, my
dear old piano.
Oh! the violin never sounded so before, or
my heart kept time TO music half so light as
now.
All, Paul was net 50 very poor after all.