Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1871-03-04

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ii E kMst M SR ii ufl flcoksd lof pleasure, . ex
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4 |sopen what was really q fne ipstEsl
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Icafe when Hill fS1hiill iilly mo- oY6d out dat
land he amt sentl lfor it yet. Il has b
fbeen opened thic Inany q day 'al
| though there are four or Ave girls i
! Maytcwn would barn tosplsy1 y1bnsit j
| they had q teacher Mybig sunabon
not is Aangin behind the door JUS
use it'iif You want to run around
Make, Yourself at home now, for Iv'
got a big bakin' on hand" and With
out any more ceremony Aunt SaTal
Vanished kitckenward. VI ass sssr 8
Jessie loved music with all shAi
heart !. It was the one branch Of ar
| il which she expected to exceh ane
hitherto, to master difficult compost
tions before an admiring audience ane
heard their applause, was the sweet
est incense her.heart craved. 10 this
end she toiled Through long scales and
a1pegyios until her fingers ached, and
pfacticed for hours bar after a bar ol
some difficult movement until all idea
Iof melody was lost in her utter weari,
ness Of the monotonous sound all fol
praise Jealous of any intervention
which might retard her mechanical
skin, and seeing a copy Of Richard,
son ! method lying upon a bookstaId
near, she turned to her last lesson, on
exercise In the key Of "a minor, and
began to finger its plaintiye chords.
|'She had not been at it fifteen minutes,
when q loud !" "Whoa Il and the sound
sof creaking boots entering theAroom
attracted her attention. Two tall
farmers, succeeded BY her aunt, ap-
preached, the one who shad.startied
her by his rough exclamation, leading
his more 'timid dcompanion. u Fsa9
'They want to hear you play,
Jessie, said aunt Sarah, holding aloft
her barred arms, white 70 the elbow
with Vie dough she had been just
kneading. ss's ~ /
"Yes, / said to Huff, here. when we
stopped at the pump to water, Fluff I!
that must be a mighty big fiddle Misses
May has got. Let's 60 and hear it.
An this is the thing. Well, it's a
queer looking un anyhow. .'sr--
"It'sa piany don't you see," said
Mr.. Huff, "Ive heard EN- afore now.
Come, Sis, put your foot on the tread
leum and sing us Washington s
March. d.
Aunt Sarah's face wore broad
smile Of good natured amusement, but
that of Jessie was distorted with dis
gust at the vulgarity of her rude in
truders. She made motion, to leave
the instrument but7her aunt restrain
ed her. ssaesssa tseesg9 g6@
"Try if you can play it. Jane Ire
land could, and she was only ten years
old"
Jessie obeyed, recalling it as one Of
her boasted pieces" learned during
her second quarter years and years
ago. It gave entire satisfaction, as
was eyinced BY the stampingof their
feet fora drum accompaniment, and
the election from the mouths Of each,
of huge guilds ofstobacco out of the
open window. y, gssa stf an .7l &'tg
7"Ncw, give us song. Let's have
'Black-eyed Susan. Gracious but
you can play tarin down well.'
This was d small mollifer, 50 Lois,
in despair of knowing any song more
IN with their taste, began the sweetly
saucy ballad "Comin thro the rye
She sangit with a spirit. It was al
ways fashionable hence, had been stu
died, and lost none Of its exquisite
simplicity on her lips. Before she was
through MI. Huff opened an old
leather purse, and singing from out
Hts cherished cherished contents a
bright silver ten cent bit, laid it upon
the ivory key with q "there' that
spoke volumes Of approval, but Jessie
was insulted.
@"I am not an organ grinder she
exclaimed angrily, and rising from the
stool. she fed from the room, leaving
her,ignorant but well-meaning audi
tors dumb with alnazement.
|a&!When her aunt found her sometime
afterward, she was leaning over the
bank Of the lake, one arm clasping q
tree for support, and gazing, Mar
cissus- like, upon the pretty but haugh-
lty young face mirrored in it's clea1
surface 4 70 4 g Il VI Ss,ss.g ,ass ssss ii
"You are aasilly child To get Sc
cross for nothing, Jessie. That mar
| meant we'll by YOU, and the will al.
ways il more d tie deed. ~ M n n.
Aunt | How could you ask me te
play for such Doors. They cannot
apprecriate music more than cattls
would u II never do itsagain." ss
III dun know about theappreciatin
Of itornota Iknow MI. Green wa.
a cryin all the time you were singin
because, she said HIN George, who was
drowned in the canal last year, usec
Ito. whistle that time, an IT made hii
eyes wet TO- hear il agin. Itstrike'
me that learnin amt ofsmuch use, i
! those that have it keep it all TO their.