Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1872-11-28

, drawn from bodies by such music a
!. followed his touch.
Henrietta Moseley, herself an orphan
with very small income, had, from the
day when Cora had lost her mother, re-
solved as far as possible to fill her place
to the children, and had comforted the
death-bed parting by this promise. Cora
was so very beautiful, so young and
childlike, that it was a sickening thought
to imagine her alone in great city,
poor and friendless. She had received
a first-rate musical education, and had
a few pupils in the immediate neighbor-
hood, who were glad to get cheap tut
ton. She was too thankful to have
even the small sum thus paid to her, to
murmur at the wearisome drudgery ii
certainly was, to spend hours in train
ing clumsy fingers and dull minds over
instruction books and jingling tunes,
often having to submit to vulgar COM
plants, because pupils who had no more
music in their souls than the miserable
old instruments they played upon, could
not play more tunes.
Jennie had left school to assist in the
care of Eddy and also to make artificial
flowers, to help out the expenses. Miss
Henrietta never let the children see that
they were heavy burden upon her
slender purse, but the board Cora paid
with nearly the whole of her earnings,
did not really furnish food for three
hearty young appetites.
The arrival of Mr.. Jameson was a
magic-working change. His board was
a mafinificent income in itself, in that
quiet household. Jennie was sent to
school, Eddy became Henrietta's spe-
cial charge, now that Matilda, the Hi
bernian before mentioned, presided over
the kitchen department and Cora was
carried at once to fairy land by being
introduced to a world of music. Mr..
Jameson took Henrietta, Jennie and
Cora to every musical entertainment,
and his useful hints and guidance were
improving Cora in the selection of her
own music and the management of her
glorious young voice.
He did not rest until another change
had been made. One day he came home
with a roll Of music to be copied for
friend, and Cora was instructed in this
accomplishment, and furnished with
employment, at fair prices, to allow her
to give up one pupil after another, till
all were provided with teachers who
paid more attention to tunes, and less
to solid instruction.
When the spring opened, and fine
days shone, Mr.. Jameson had delight
full habit of coming suddenly to the
door with large, easy hack, bundling
the whole family-Eddy included-in-
side, and driving far out into the lovely
country, where he would produce mys-
terious luncheons, and picnic in shady
spots, always full of fun, jest, and
kindness.
1t would make my tale too long, were
l to attempt to describe half the eccen-
trio kindness and generosity of the
queer little man; his love for children,
his respectful attentions to He nrietta,
his tender care for Cora.
He had been an inmate of 1887" for
nearly year, when one day he invited
his landlady to take a walk with him,
and thus accosted her:
"Miss Henrietta, 1 am thinking of
getting married, and want you to tell
me how to furnish my house. Come in,
and see it,
They had left the small streets long
before he spoke, and stood before alarge,
handsome house, in a fashionable neigh
borhood.
az mean to make this home as perfect
as possible for my BRIDE" he said, open
ing door after door; 'this must be Jen-
nie's room, this for Eddy"
"Then it is Cora?" said Henrie tia,
and as she spoke her head sank, for she
feared her kind friend was courting dis
appointment.
"Cora!" he cried; "ah, yes, Cora
will live here, of course. Now will you
help me2 Imust have carpets and cur
tains, crockery, and a thousand things
of whose very names am ignorant. 1
am anxious to move in in time for
Thanksgiving dinner to commemorate
the day when first saw-Cora."
OF course she would help him. They
went from store to store consulting, ar
ranging, and ordering goods, the little
lady feeling all the time as if she was
in a dream, and must pinch herself be-
fore she could wake up. The odd, lost
feeling lasted all day, and when she
came home, weary and pale, she shut
herself in her own room, and tried to
face calmly this terrible posi- bility. To
lose Cora! to lose the children! and
above all, to lose her eccentric boarder!
How could she bear this Loneliness that
seemed threatening her. She had no
claim, no right to complain. If Cora
married man whose generous love ex-
tended to the children, surely there
could be no greater happiness for all.
Mr.. Jameson was noble and thoroughly
good, that could not be doubted; but
Henrietta felt half sadly, that if Cora
married him, it would be for home
for the sake of the children, perhaps
from respect and gratitude, but not
from the loving impulse of her untried
young heart.
The little old maid had no heart his
tory of her own to guide her misgiv-
ings; she bad lived a lonely life of sla-
very to tyrannical, invalid father, and
since his death, the uneventful life of
keeping small boarding-house for the
poorer class, always having women for
inmates. Yet, the woman's heart in
her little frame, knew by its own pure
true instincts that this was marriage
that would bring misery and disappoint-
ment, not happiness. Cora was just
twenty, Mr.. Jameson certainly double
that age. She was dreamy girl, a mu-
steal enthusiast; he was practical, bust
ling, and energetic. Kind as he was to
Cora, he could never fill her heart, of
that Henrietta was convinced. Her
forebodings were more than confirmed
few hours later, when Cora came to
her room to say goodnight. The young
girl was very pale.
| "Auntie, - she said, using the familiar