The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1873-01-16

said Mrs. Glen. You may tell 'Massa
Conway that she is ready"
A little while after there was light
rap on the door, and when it was opened,
Kate joined Conway on the landing who
taking the little gloved hand and placing
it on his arm, led her down to the parlor,
and in a few moments Kate Leonard had
ceased to exist forevermore, and Kate
Conway stood in her place.
Chapter XIX.
And so her new life began, and very
novel one it was to the young wife. 1t
was a great change to step out of the low
ceiled rooms of the farmhouse into her
husbands stately mansion. Bertram Con-
way was proud Of his beautiful wife and
saw with delight the admiration caused
by her fair face and graceful manner.
Anything owned by himself must be par
excellence, and it pleased him to have
his associates say, "Ah Conway, what a
lucky dog you are" and to see that his
wife was the fairest woman in the circle
in which they moved. He was deter
mined that she should have all the ac-
complishments that had been neglected
in her country home. A German music
teacher with long hair and spectacles,
came every day to give her vocal lessons,
and Kate spent an hour every morning
with him in the mushroom, bringing
sounds from her white throat which
caused Herr Brunnen to nod his head
approvingly and to say in his imperfect
English: "Goot, ferry goot, you will have
Won vine voice" An Italian music
teacher, with an impossible mustache
and black snaky eyes, came three times
a week to train Kate's white fingers in
the way they should go, over the piano
keys. These lessons did not promise
much, although she spent two hours a
day at the instrument. Her teacher said
to friend that if it were any one but the
Signora~ Conway he would tell her that
although there was music in her heart
which gushed from her throat in sweet
sounds, it could never get down to her
finger ends.
One day Conway came in with new
crotchet in his head "Kate" he said
81 have engaged Signor Leveilli, your
music-teacher, to teach you Italian; you
will want to understand something of the
language, you know, when you begin to
sing selections from the operas"
ayes Bertram, but my time is already
so taken up with lessons. Isa't it odd
for married lady to go through course
of study?"
"It is not customary admit but as
you had no opportunity of learning these
things before your marriage, l am de-
termined that you shall know them nov" +"
"But Bertram, what is the use of my
learning Italian, if l can sing little bal
lads to you when we are alone, what more
is required"
Little ballads and to me! pshaw, 1
don t want you to sing for me unless it is
ia order to test the fexibility of your
voice. 1t is in society where | want you
to sing, and Herr Brunnen says that with
alittle practice your voice will be superb. F"
"Why don't you tell me to go on the
stage at onceY' asked his wife, while her
eyes filed with tears.
Don't be little goose, Kate; you
should appreciate the advantages give
you. Do allow me to dictate to you in
this one instance at least"
Kate smiled sadly. In what instance
had he not dictated to her? She was
obliged to dress to please him; the color
of her dress, the arrangement of her hair,
the calls she made and those she received,
must be approved of by him ere she was
at liberty to act. He did not mean to be
unkind, but seemed to forget that his
wife had a mind of her own. He was not
harsh with her, and was the same gay
Conway she had first known, but she
could not help growing restive under
this discipline. Her life had been so
different from this, she had been as free
to follow her own inclination as the birds
of the air.
A few months after his marriage Con-
way determined to give dinner party in
honor of one of his bachelor friends who
had just returned from abroad None
but gentlemen were invited, all of them
what are now denominated East young
men" Many admiring glances were cast
by them toward their fair hostess, and
when she aroee to leave them to their
wine, one of the gentlemen said:
you have got a prize Conway, but you
were always a deuced favorite with the
fair sex. Where did you find her?'
'She is the daughter of the late Mr.
Guy Leonard, and granddaughter of the
wealthy Mr.. Dayton of Philadelphia
When l first met her she was staying
with her uncle in the country" He de-
livered this speech quite pompously. AL
though he once called this COMPOUNDED
snobbishness'' in Kate's presence, yet he
would not have liked for his aristocratic
friends to know aught of her surround
ings before he raised her to her present
in his opinion-exalted position.
But fill up your glasses, gentlemen"
said their host This wine is said to
have been put in tho cellar by my grand
father, and can answer for its quality
Do not spare it"
They obeyed his injunction to the letter,
and the wine flying to their heads made
them so noisy, that Kate alone in her
own room became uneasy, and paced tho
floor restlessly. Hearing a burst of
laughter louder than any of those pre-