Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-04-14


hieroglyphics with which composers disfg
ure paper.
Il beg pardon, said Bob; "but coulc
not have made such mistake, as am quit,
familiar with the piece. played with Mis-
Peterson the other evening, and she made
the same mistake you did, only she saw i
when | pointed it out
oh, yes; she would see that black was
white, if you pointed it out. What has Mis-
Peterson to do with me?''
Il surely thought that you and I had liy
| ed long enough in the same house together
and were sufi ciently intimate-if not friend
| ly-to allow lie to differ with you sometimes
and even to quote authority in support Of
my own opinion when it was at variance
with yours
Whatever friendly relations there were
need not continue. You have chosen to de
| tide your position in the house as that of {
mere boarder, and, as such, had no right to
font another young lady in my face, and
| claim that because she made mistake,
must have done so, too. You talk queerly
about this music anyhow. If you are as
familiar with the piece you pretend, why
did you practice it? [ know you are not
right about the mistake, and l don believe
you think you are, youself.
| If man had given Bob Carver the lie 81
directly, suppose he would have knocked
him down. As it was he jumped up with
out word and went to his room.
| Lizzie played several very lively airs with
great animation, and was as merry as bird
until she went to bed.
| Her apparent triumph over the matter
angered me, and bluntly told her she had
been i'll natured and unlady-like; whereupon
she informed me that children should be
seen and rot heard. "
At breakfast, next morning, all of us had
apparently recovered our good humor, but
there was something forced about Bob S
gayety. | noticed that he and Lizzie said
nothing to each other. When he left, he
would not be back to SUPPER. (He always
dned down town. As this was not altcgeth-
er unusual, no one but myself appeared to
notice it, except Clara, who looked at Lizzie
Win d SoiJ VI tOiu yOu 81 SidDce.
Bob came home that evening, and we did
not see him till the next morning AT
break fast Lizzie seemed about to say some
thing to him, once but did not do 50.
Father. mother, and Clara went to church
Bob and concluded not to go, and it was
Lizzie 9 turn to stay at home and superin-
tend the preparation for dinner.
We were accustomed to eating good din
ners on Sunday, as it was the only time we
could all eat that good meal together and
take our time at it. We all enjoyed those
Sunday dinners keeniy.
Just before the folks started to church.
Clara and Lizzie were talking earnestly to-
gc;her, and Clara said, Yes, you ought to
do it at once. | gave no heed to the words
then but afterwards knew what they referr-
ed 20.
Father had sort of half library, half of
fee, up stairs, and there Bob and | went;
he to take a smoke and myself to read.
After we had been there short time
Lizzie tapped at the door and walked in.
asked her if she would have a cigar, to which
she made no reply, but walked directly to-
ward Bob, who voluntarily got up to meet
her.
saw that they were about to make up
their quarrel but as had been present at
half dozen make-ups of theirs, L only
thought 1t necessary to gaze, with sudden
interest, out of the window.
Lizzie commenced: "Mr. Carver, | was
rude; [ was provoked at what you said at
the table, and so forgot myself I'm sorry.
wished hal gone out but they were be-
tween me and the door, SO did not know
what to do.
Bob maintained an awkward silence for
few seconds. began to feel interested. knew
that was pretty much of an aplogy for lib
to make to any one, and | mentally said if
he did not accept it as frankly as it was offer
ed, he was a-well, not " hat thought him.
Lizzie must have grown tired of his ssilence
for she had turned around from the window,
when Bob said Stop" She turned toward
him and he continued:
Lizzie, don t think [ am sucl brute as
not to accept your apology. | was only at a
loss 10 HnO WOrus 10 express my regret at
having provoked you into saying what you
did 1t was all my fault.
No, il wasn't curtly returned Lizzie ;
and I mentally concluded that they would
QUARREL over this.
But Bob continued seriously, and in a
most lugubrius tone, said, well, may be it
isn't. l guess it is fate. 1t is the result,
suppose, of oversenstiveness to your indif-
ference-or dislike.
Bob" exclaimed Lizzie.
Its true" he said II cant help feel
ing that you don't like me, and my uneasi-
ness leads me to act so as to increase your
aversion"
wished l had gone They seemed to be
settling not only their last quarrel, but all
they had ever had.
You had ho right to say that, Bob. You
know-1 on't-dislike you, said Lizzie,
actually breaking down and sobbing.
guess he must have concluded that he
knew it, for he took her in his ca pacious
arms just as passed them on a retreat, ter