Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1869-02-17

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cite Manchester, Dicks sister
II never knew a country pumpkin whC
hadn't fantasy for fiddle, said Martin
''There, he's coming back Now, if any
one has fastidious musical sensibilities, II
advise him to decamp"
II shall stay, - answered Dick.
''We'n all stay and see the fun," sale
Grove, sitting down by Miss CastIeton.
David came in. 1 began to understand
what was coming as he bent his head ovel
the violin and drew the bow lightly across
the strings. In a moment he glided softly
into an air Of Verdi's, SO light and graceful
that it was like the fall of sea spray Ev-
cry eye and ear was given i'll wrapt atten-
tion some in delight, some in troubled
own senses, some in spleen or envy, and
all in amazement. Astonishment was the
prevailing emotion
When he finished the opera air, he
asked
''ls there any tune you would particular
ly like ?" and he glanced toward the side of
the room where Florence Castleton sat, IA
ther than at Dick md Martin.
''Will you play the Phantom Chorus
from Faust p asked Florence quickly and
the mild, sweet tones came forth obedient-
ly in beautiful perfection. Air followed
air. The company sat spell-bound until
the suddenly revealed musician laid down
his bow. a chorus of oulogistic phrases
and expressions OF gratitude followed, but
David Atwood smiled only at Florence
Castleton's simple
1--WE thank you!
He left the room. A little while, went
through the hall. and met him.
'.YOu have surprised and delighted us
all with your performance. Mr.. Atwood, +"
L said.
He smiled.
Il learned to play to please a little sick
sister had once" he answered "Since
she died / do not care to play much, al
though / love music.
Just then Florence Castleton fitted by
and went up stairs. 1 thought that she
had heard what he said
''Do you think size liked it ?" he said,
with amusing simplicity and directness.
eyes, am sure she did, - answered
''She's pretty, isn't she ?" cried he, with
the same amusing naire2e,
Eyes, ] answered.
He sighed
Goodnight" | said.
Goodnight" " he responded, and went
into his room.
smiled at my thoughts as L let down
my hair before my dressing glass. Yet it
might prove hardly a smiling matter for
poor, honest fellow like David Atwood to
get in love with Florence Castleton, the
beauty and heiress.
1t soon became perceptible to all observ-
ing people, how much David Atwood was
in love with Miss Castleton. She OWNED
it swiftly, and ] thought it did not displease
her. The others rallied her, but she put
off their iests lightly, and was none the
worse for them. Poor David did not ad-
dress her; he could hardly summon cour-
age to approach her when necessary and it
was altogether beyond his plain, passionate
heart to disguise his sensitiveness in regard
to her presence.
He would turn pale every time she spoke
to him, and once, when he brought her a
chair in an awkward hurry, saw him trem-
bling like a leaf under her beautiful blue
eyes. They were together that evening,
with three or four others in the parlor.
Miss Castleton," one said who idolized
Florence for her beauty, after the manner
of schoolgirls, .''your eyes are Just the col
or Of the water off Half Moon beach, where
I saw it last summer.
Miss Castlelon laughed.
''They are like the summer skies,'. said
Charley Childs.
II swear that they are just ike the bind
ing of ''Owen Meridith, - in blue and gold,
said Dick Manchester.
''And what is your comparison, Mr.. At
wood ?'' said Florence, looking up archly
at David.
His answer was involuntary.
''They are like the blue larkspur which
used to grow in my mothers garden"
Florence blushed it was the only time I
had ever seen her blush. Looking up, she
suddenly met the eyes of her guardian, Mr.
Grey, who was present. Rising quickly,
she went to the piano, andseating herself,
played light air
That night clang of fire-bells awoke me.
I lay unaffected for a moment, until sud-
denly perceived the odor of smoke. The
hall was filled with smoke, and there was
confusion in the house. The cry of 'Fire
Fire y arose.
] flung on wrapper, drew on slippers,
and commenced putting my most valuable
papers in my writing desk. While I was
doing this there came quick step on the
landing. Iopened my door again, and saw
for the first time that the doors of all the
other chambers were open and the occu'
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