Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1874-12-11

| wrinkles Of her brow; and she viewed her
self, her toilet completed, with commend
able pride.
Nobody would take me to be a day over
eight and thirty" said Hannah to herself
| And then she sat down to her knitting,
just inside the front window, where the
| honeysuckles grew.
| Are you expecting any one in partlc-
ular, aunt?" asked Janet. with great gray
ity.
''Dear me, no. Who would 1 expect?''
''Oh, don't know. 1 thought it likely
that the, professor
Hannah giggled convulsively,
s'As if Professor Keith hadn't plenty of
| important matters to occupy his time,
without running here every other 'dayl''
But the long June evening ebbed away,
and the la5sgard lover ctme not-and at
ten O'Clock Hannah retired to her room in
the lowest possible spirits. o.a....,.
| Tits lovely moonlight night,' she
said to herself, us she stood behind the
| window curtain, sentimentally viewing
the radiant landscape. "Just the very
night for promenade by the church
elms-or Il romantic interview in the lane.
All, mel"
And Hannah went to bed more disap-
pointed than she would have been willing
to confess to herself.
She was half way through the mazes of
her first delicious dream, when a sound,
inf t,1 ~
sound OF music.
Hannah Bemis scrambled to her feet,
wide awake, i'll a second
Its that mean, miserable, thieving Or
gan grinder again, y muttered she, between
her set teeth. "Ihinking haven't found
him out about the spoons; but he's missed
his mark this time. I'll teach him."
And smash went a whole pitches: of cold
down upon the musician, under the lilac
bushes, not incorrectly aimed, as was tes-
titled by the smothered exclamation below.
Il hit you, did I?' chuckled Hannah.
I'm glad IF it. Served you right; clear
out Of here, you miserable creetur. Never
let me see you again, or I'll loose Grower
and send for the constable.
Eyes, that's right, show us clear pair
of heels.
Don't leave your old music box be-
hind.
''Ha! hal ha!''
And with a chuckle, Hannah retreated,
closing the window with slam.
I've settled him, / THINK she said to
herself.
Early the next morning Janet went out
ntO the garden to gather some fresh let
tuce for a breakfast salad while Hannah
boiled the coffee: but presently she return
ed, GREATNESS.
''Oh. aulty, you never told me you had
d serenade last night"
"a sere-which, child? I don't know
what you're talking about.n
E'Look!' and Janet held I'D q battered
and broken guitar.
'It's Professor Keith's: l found it I'M
der the lilacs."
professor Keith'si
Hannah's lower jaw dropped-she sat
staring like one i'll a disagreabie dream.
II am so sorry [ slept SO soundly," said
Janet. II should have enjoyed the music"
Hannah sank into a chair.
1--WE done it now," she groaned, hys-
terically.
Done what, aunty?"
II threw a pitcher of water on him, and
called him all the Eames you ever heard of.
[ supposed, of course, he was the man WHO
stole my silver spoons.
ooh, dear! oh, dear!''
And Hannah began to cry, while Janet
burst into peal of irresistible laughter.
Don't fret about it, aunty. dear" she
consoled her rel, tive at last. IF he loves
you truly, he won't mind a little cold Wa
ter. He'll know there Was some misun-
derstanding."
But the inference was, that Professor
Keith did not love Miss Bemis truly, Tor
he left the town the same day, and never
again made his appearance.
For love is tender plant and easily
chilled, and the pitcher of cold water set
tied the question. And Janet was mar
ried first.