Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1875-10-22
THE PIANO TUNERS STORY.

You are pair of precious young
fools, and that's the best | can find t
say about you ! said Aunt George.
Her name was Miss Georgiannf
Anderson; but the sweet abbrevlatior
! Ct ,or9ie" was never used to her; as
soon might ore think Of yenturing OF
| fa,niliarities with a bishop Every,
| body called her Aunt G, orge;" and
as she walked with a measured, heavy
J tr, ad, like grenadier, the name didn't
| seem at all inappropriate.
She was l. zzie's Aunt Georg
mine. And she had brought Lizzie
| up in her queer, downright fashion,
never giving her kiss or a caress or
an tudearing word, yet withal being
kind to her after her own way.
I wish L could describe Lizzie An
ier>on to yo1l as she really was A
little, dimpleG, blue-eyed creature,
with long, shady lac les, and shy
way of looking at you, like child;
a girl whose voice was low aud flute
sweet, and who moved about quietly
and roiselessly, like n sweet spring
wind rustling the flowers. And only
eighteen, too; that was what aggrava-
ted AGn1 Georpa tho most Of all.
| wasn't MARI until | wa five
and thirty sa Aunt Eeorge; but
you young peor = cant be contented
without rushing heaC long into the
vortex. 1t womb be- different if you
were rich; but dear me- D.! and she
rubbed her nose perpieAediy, Joe is
nothing on earth but poor pianoforte
tuner, and you haven't one solitary
penny of your own, Lizzie
We shall be very e-)nOmica!, Aunt
George, Liz answered, che erfulIy.
And you'll have to be, answered the
old lady, grimly.
1t is my intention to be perfectly
frank with the reader. shall not dis
Ruise from him the fact that had,
in ouc confidential talks, asked Lizz,e
# she thought Aunt Georg. would do
anything for us in peculiarly way.
On dear 20! Lizzie had answered
shaking her brown curls in a most de-
Uldcd i, shion. She always told me
never to expect anything from her;
and besides, Joe, she has really moth
ing to give!
There was no getting over these two
facts, taken either together or sep
arateiy.
There's one comfort, Lizzie, said 1
stoutly; we are young and strong and
brsve-learted, and well not ask aid
of any body.
Or course we won't, Joe, said Lizzie,
her blue eyes sparkling like dew-wet
yiolets at sunrise.
7 did wish, once or twice, that my
business had been something more lu
cratlve than piano tuning; but it was
" hat [ had been brought up to, and |
had pretty good run of custom on |
The whole; and, as Lizzie said: A little |
will GO great way when you are Care
.ul of it.
You'll see, Joe, she added, blithely,
hat shall make a splendid house
keeper.
We had just seventy five dollar to
uruish our little second floor with;
ont I can assure you our two rooms
coked delightfully."- cozy, with the red
md green carpet and neat stained fur.
liture. lizzie said it looked exactly
ike dolls house, and perhaps she
wasn't very far wrong.
Such a pair of fools! reiterated Aunt
George, In a prophetic mood; but
here's one comfort-it won't last
ong.
Why shouldn't it, Aunt Get rye?
.sked Lizzie, coloring and smiling in
hat pretty, fower-hke way of hers.
Humph! said Aunt George. If you
ome to that, why don't the sun shine
asst forever II !