The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1875-01-07
HOW SHE LOST HIM.

HOW SHE LOST HIM.
do believe that Aunt Hannal
will get married before me, after all,
said Janet Bolton, laughing roguishly y
She stood leaning over the ston,
wall, bower of silver-green clemati
making a wreath above her COLDER
head, the tall red clovers and snow,
fit emblem of blooming spring anC
freshness.
Nonsense" said Guy Martin, {
young Adonis.
"But tits true" said Janet, "shs
has actually got beau What do you
think of Professor Keith? ?"
What, the man who gives singing
lessons, and who lives at the tavern ?''
Himself, and no other"
q savage breast" quoted Guy Martin.
"And you and 1 are to dance at her
wedding, suppose, Janet:"
If we get an invitation" said ia
net, demurely. But 1 happen to be
in disgrace with her just now"
For what?"
For laughing at the Professor
Oh, never mind" said Guy, "it's
easy to make peace again."
| SuSI CoHpdIe ulu 10 BeetnOVen or
Mozart, or any other of those immortal
geniuses - offer. to embroider him a
necktie, and tell her you know of a
new pattern for wedding-dress, and
my word for it, all will be right again. i"
| Aunt Hannah under the influence
of the tender passion! Aunt Hannah
with a beau? What is this world COM
ing top"
And in the meantime," said Janet,
with sigh. must go back to iron
ing, or 1 shall get a lecture yard
long"
land 1 must devote my energies
exclusively to work, i" said Guy Martin.
IF l could only turn up pot of gold,
little Jenny,
""I'd save my money and buy me a farm
And you should be my wife,
What nonsense !" said Janet.
What good sense !" Iaughingly re-
torted her lover.
And SO they parted,
Hannah Bemis was getting dinner
when her niece returned to the house.
She was short, stout lady, seriously
near forty, with a row of curls like
miniature beer barrels, on both sides
of her face, u bulbOus nOse-which,
however, sadly belied the characters
tics of its owner, as Hannah was strict
ly temperate in all things except scOld-
ing-and small black eyes.
Certainly not a beauty, yet not disa-
greeable to look upon.
But when Miss BeltOn came in, Han
nah Bemis was wrathful in the highest
degree.
"That's just like you, Net Belton,"
cried she, in a voice shrilly raised.
Gone half the morning, and nothing
done! and my two silver spoons gone
that belonged to my mother before she
was married-spoons as l wouldn't ha'
took pound piece for 'em."
Why, aunt, L haven't taken your
silver spoons ~
{" never said you had" snarled the
maiden lady. Z" 1t is that plaguey Or
gan grinder as comes here, twisting
out his tunes afOre The back door, and |
looking for all the world as if butter
wouldn't melt in his mouth. And |
just went to get a tumbler of milk for |
him, as he said he preferred it to all /
the strong drinks as ever was brewed--
and such an honest face as you couldn't /
suspect, not if you tried-and 1 never |
to miss 'em till [ went to the tray Just !
now, and found only the britannia ones |
left! All, me! What Il world this is :"
But. aunt, / don't understand
Interrupted her bewildered niece. Ibid !
the organ grinder steal away your
mothers spoons ?'
"What else have / been telling you |
all this time ?' retOrted Miss Benis. |
" Really, one would think you wasn't |
gifted with ordinary understanding.
DO start about your ironing, and get |
done. And if you see an
other organ grinder comm this way,
set the dog on him."
But, aunt, all organ grinders are
not necessarily thieves"
Don't argue with me, miss" stern
ly commanded Hannah, "but do as
you are bid. Alas, that such an emo
bling science as music should have |
such unworthy votaries."
She's thinking of the Professor"
thought Janet, with mischievously
twlnkling eyes, as she pressed the
wrinkles out of n dimity apron with
ruffled border.
Hannah dressed herself in her best
black silk that afternoon, with a Law
ender ribbon at her throat: and the
curls touched up with a trifle extra of
pOmatum to give them something of |
the gloss of youth.
Cosmetics in their various shapes /
Miss Bemis totally abjured-but there
was no harm, as she argued with her.
self, in little innocent starch sprink-
led over the wrinkles of her brow and
Sne VleWeu nerSelf, ner toilet compile
ted, with commendable pride.
Nobody would take me to he q day
over eight and thirty" said Hannah
to herself. - -
And then she sat down to her knit
ting, just inside the front window,
where the grew.
Are you expecting any one in par
ticular, aunt:" asked Janet, with great
gravity.
Dear me, no. Who should ex-
pectw
"Oh, L don't know. I thought it
likely the Professor
Hannah giggled convulsively.
AS if Professor Keith hadn't plenty
important matters to occupy his time,
without running here every other
day."
But the long June evening ebbed
away, and the Iaggard lover came rot .
and at 10 O'clock Hannah retired to
her room, in the lowest possible spirits.
It's lovely moonlight night" she
said to herself, as she stood behind the
window curtain, sentimentally view
ing the radiant landscape. Just the
vQrV niuht for nron,anoAo hxy tho