Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-11-27

from bodleS by such music as followed
his touch.
Henrietta Mosely, herself an or
phan, with very small income, had,
from the day when Cora had
lost her mother, resolved as far as
possible to fill her place to the children,
and had comforted the deathbed parting
by this promise. Cora was very beau
tiful, so young and childlike, that it
was a sickening thought to imagine
her alone in a great city, poor and
friendless. She had received first-rate
musical education, and had q few pupils
in the Immediate neighborhood, who
were glad to get cheap tuition. She
was too thankful to have even the small
sum thus paid to her, to murmur at the
wearisome drudgery it certainly was to
spend hours in training clumsy fingers
and dull minds over instruction books
and jingEng tunes, often having to SUBJ
NIT to vulgar complaints, because pupils
who had no more music in their souls
than the miserable old instruments they
played upon, could not play more
tunes. .t s-E-3..f-.--, -.
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 a 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 appetltes.
The arrival of Mr.. Jameson was a
magic-working change. His board was
a magnificent income in itself, in that
quiet household. Jennie was sent to
school, Eddy became Henrietta's special
charge, now that Matilda, the Hibernian
before mentioned, presided over tine
kitchen department, and Cora was car
ried at once to fairy-land, by being
introduced to 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. 49,, 5.-e
He did not rest until another change
had been made. One day he came home
with roll of music to be copied for
friend, and Cora was instructed in this
accomplishment, and furnished with
sufficient employment, at fair prices, to
allow her to give up one pupil after an
other, till all were provided with teach
ers who paid more attention to tunes
and less to solid instruction. Fa..
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 kind
ness. --.l
1t would make my tale too long, were
I to attempt to describe half the eccen-
trio kindness and generosity of the queer
little man; his love for the children, his
respectful attention to Henrietta, his
tender care for Cora.
He had been an inmate of "2S7' for
nearly year, when one day he invited
his 1andlady to take walk with him,
and thus accosted her:
'sMiss Henrietta, I am thinking of
getting married, and want you to tell
me how to furnish my house. Come in,
and see it. i
They had left the small streets long
before he spoke, and stood before q
large, handsome house, in fashionable
neighborhood.
sfI mean to make this home as perfect
as possible for my bride, "he said, open
ing door after door this must be Jen-
MES room, this for Eddy"
and as she spoke her head sank, for she
feared her kind friend was courting dis
appointment. tie .'a s.z.
"Cora p he cried: "ah, yes, Cora
will live here, of course. Now viii you
help me? must have carpets and cur
tains, crockery, and a thousand things
of whose very names I am ignorant. L
am anxious to move in time for a
thanksgiving dinner to commemorate
the day when I 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 us if she was
in a dream, and must pinch her herself
before 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
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 fol
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 misgivings
she had lived lonely life of slavery to
a tyrannical, invalid father, and since
his death the uneventful life of keeping
a small boardinghouse. for the poorer
class, always having women for inmates
Yet the woman's heart in her little
frame, knew by it's own instincts thai
this was a marriage that would bring
misery, and not happiness. Cora was
just twenty, Mr.. Jameson certainly
double that age. She was a dreamy
girl, musical enthusiast; he was prac
tical, bustling, and energetic. Kind as
he was to Cora, he could never fill he1
heart, of that Henrietta was convinced
Her forebodings were confirmed an houl
later, when Cora came to her room tc
say goodnight. The young girl wal
very pale:
'fAuntie, :" she said, using the familiar
name to which she had only the claim
of love, edo you think, please do no
laugh at me, do you think Mr.. Jameson
isis wanting to marry me You thinl