The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-08-08
The MusicaI Lover.

81 do believe that Aunt Hannah will get
married before me, after all" said Janet
Bolton, laughing roguishly. She stood
leaning over the stone wall n bower of
silver green cematic making n wreath above
her golden head, the tall red covers and
snowy daisies nodding at her feet-and she
herself a fit emblem Of blooming spirit and
freshness.
Nonsense" said Guy Martin, who had
checked his span of horses in the middle of
a furrow, and stood leaning on the plough
handle, young Adonis in his shirt sleeves.
"But it's true" said Janet, "she has ac-
tually got beau"
"Then it must be the old man who was
put in the poor house last week, or as least
Duncan Deverel, who believes that the
world is coming to an end a week from next
Thursday
"Neither one nor the other" said Janet.
"What do you think of Professor Keith ?"
"What, the man who gives singing les
sons, and boards at the tavern?
''llimself and no other"
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage
breast?" quoted Guy Martin. "And you
and are to dance at her wedding, | sup
pose Janet?"
'If we get an invitation" said Janet, de-
murely "But happen to be in disgrace
with her just now"
what for?"
'For laughing at the Professors banjo"
"Oh, never mind" said Guy, "it's easy
to make the peace again. Just compare
him to Beethoven or Mozart, or any other of
those immortal genuses-ofIer to embroid-
er him necktie, and tell her you know of
new pattern for a wedding dress, and, my
word for it, all will be right again. Aunt
Hannah under the influence of the tender
passion! Aunt Hannah with beau What
is this world coming to?"
"And, in the meantime, said Janet, with
sigh, 81 must go back to the ironing, or
shall get lecture yard long"
"And must devote my energies exclu-
sively to the plough-line," said Guy Martin.
''If could only turn up pot of gold, lit
tie Jenny
IRA save my money and buy me a farm,
And you should be my WIFE,"
"What nonsense" said Janet.
"What good sense" laughingly retortcd
her lover. And so they parted.
Aunt Hannah Bemis was getting dinner
when her niece returned to the house. She
was short, stout lady, perilously near to
forty, with row o: curls like miniature
beer-barrels, on both sides of her face. n
the characteristics of its owner, as Aunt
Hannah was strictly temperate in all things
except scolding-and small black eyes
Certainly not beauty, and yet not dsa-
greeable to look upon. But when Miss
Bolton came in, Aunt Hannah Bemis was
wrathful in the highest degree.
"Ihats Just like you. Net Belton," cried
she. i'll sharp voice shrily raised "Gone
half the morning, and nothing donel And
my two silver spoons gone, that belonged
to my mother before she was married.
spoons as | wouldn't Ia took Ave dollars
apiece for emp
why, Aunt Hannah, haven't taken
your silver spoons!
II never said you had, snarled the maid
en- lady. ct is that plagucy organ grinder,
as come here, twisting out his tunes afore
the back door, and looking, for all the world
as il butter wouldn't melt in his mouth
And Just went into the milk room to get
tumbler of buttermilk for him, rs he said
he preferred it to all the strong drinks as
ever was brewcd-and such an honest face
as you couldn't suspect if you tried-and
never to miss cm till went to the tray
Just now, and found only the Britannia ones
left! All, me! what II void this is ("
"But, Aunt Hannah, don't understand"
interposed her bewildered niece. "Did the
organ grinder steal away your mothers
spoons!"
'What else have ] been telling you all
this tuner" retorted Miss Bems. "Really,
one would think you wasn't gifted with or
binary understanding. d. start about your
ironing, and get something accomplished.
And if you see another organ grinder comm
this way set the dog on him.
."But, Amt Hannah, all organ grinders
are not necessarily thieves
"Don't argue with me, MISS sternly
commanded Aunt Hannah, "but do as you
are bid. Alas, that such an ennobling sci
ence as music should have such unworthy
yotaries?"
"She's thinking of the Professor" thought
Janet, with mischievously twinkling eyes,