The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-04-14
written for THE GLOBR.l
THE Old, Old Story"

1ue Via, Via OLOry.
I was interested in Margaret Lyndon be
fore she had lover. She WAS girl o.
little education, because loving her home
intensely she shrank from leaving it fol
school, and she always in some mysterious
way ruled her father. She was not pretty
though she had y complexion white "a snow
and hair of a purple blsckness, her face
was thin and badly freckled; her nose was ar
uncommon yet commonplace combination
of the pug and the Roman, and her eyes
were a washed-out, faded blue like the sky
on warm day in February when the
ground is covered with snow. But she had
natural refinement which training and
culture cannot give. her manners were
graceful and easy, and she had that best
gift of woman, wonderful tact. These
qualities made her favorite. Stranger
called her charming, and other girls after q
party, most unity denominated "socis-
ble," wished they only appeared az well'
as Margaret Lyndon; at the same time con-
temptuously comparing her pale face and
plain mouth with their rosy cheeks and
pouting lips.
She might have had lovers in plenty, but
she despised filtration and shrank from re.
ceiving serious attentions from the Merton
1
English and wore colored flannel shirts or.
namented with white paper collars, and on
state occasion gorgeous hued neckties.
Gilbert Hamilton, the young painter who
spent his summers at his fathers farm
| house, she received on terms of rather in
| innate but entirely unssntimental friend
ship.
She visited me frequently, read m; books
and studied my few engrav ngs, gaining
| culture without conscious effort a. q lily
grows graceful in the sunshine. One spring
she asked me to help her about her music
| in which she had had little instruction. She
| improved very foee and soon began to bor-
row piano music instead Of books.
Late one afternoon she came in flushed
with fast walking.
"Will you please play thisf !" she asked,
laying music book on the piano. 81
have been trying it all the afternoon and
can't catch it,"
The music was difncult piano accom-
paniment tor violin and it took some
| time for my unaccustomed fingers to mas
| ter il.
Margaret followed me closely and soon
| played the music correctly.
"Thapk you wy much," she % d,
must 70 back a. on re-" nd pc,N., Ia te
mv.ic wen, our, giving no >planatt
WAS puzzled. Not wa. vi lin
playing a rare nc or plishment ia Mer on.
but this was difficult music. Margaret &C
| casionsIl, met some Of the summ,r We
itors al the Wien. however, and II wss prob
ably some gentleman here fnr whom sh-
played Accomplishments Mkt morning
while | Vas lhiuklng Of MsrEr-ts music
Gilbert Hanill on cs.d. Tninkiog he
.rr,t,f .l...h tan tr~.. Il lt h
knew much about the visitors at the glen.
'Therc is no IHe there You want to
know" he replied "There is an old wo
man who dotes on scenery, and her two
daughters, the eldest of whom 10 always
.iltipg around near the moN trtquented
paths with sketch book half filled with
drawings bought IN New York; while the
youngest drums from morniog ill night on
the pat lor piano for the benefit of Mr. Dav-
export, q mild lnoffensive bachelor of forty
five, who dotsn't know \ note Of mGeic
But then, he is the only manageable gen.
tlemsn in the house, and music (hrsven
defend us,) is Miss Angrlia's only accom-.
plishmcnt. Margaret's violinist evidently
did not come from the glen
"a party is going TO Lake st. Catherine
next week" continued Gilbert. Margaret
and | are going, Sydney Reid. great
friend OF mine up at the Mills, and several
young people from there. You know Miss
Eastman, l am always finding jewels in
strange places, and this Sydney Reid is my
LAST trophy. He Is foreman in the mills
| and real noble fellow. He has had hard
life but 10 doing his very best to get out of
| it, and know he will succeed for he has a
great deal of good at bottom.
SHE ia nearly music mad; plays the vi
| olin very well and other instruments indif-
ferently. was passing Mr.. Lyndon's last
evening when he and Margaret were play
ing duets. They left their music to ask
me in and We had very pleasant time.
never knew that Margaret could play so
| well. Sydney was quite enthusiastic after
we left. She looked uncommonly pretty,
| too. She was IN earnest about her playing
and her cheeks flushed just enough to re-
lieve their ashy paleness, her eyes lighted
up. and, really, l never saw her look so
| we'll"
This, then, was all Margaret's violin mu-
| sic meant, merely friend of Gilbert; no,
lover. of course. A lover would have
| let Gilbert pass unnoiiced. Besides, she
was going to the picnic with Gilbert.
Sill l was little troubled. l had heard
much of this Sydney Reid, and but little
| Aood. Ait had tciheAhay cSeh - hHst AhoAS
than one girl had been bewitched by him.
Margaret knew this, though, as well as l.,
and then, she would never marry . fore
man in the mills. For although Msrgarsts
father was a farmer and not wealthy. yet
the Lyndons were an old family, In which
fact they all, Margaret included, took an
undue pride. Certainly Sydney Reid Was
we'll enough as Gilbert's friend, and there
was no prospect of his becoming Marga-
ret's lover; with which conclusion l gave
myself vigorous mental shake for troub-
ling myself about impossibilitiss and start
ed to dust my parlor.
saw no more of Margaret till confer
ence meeting on Sunday. Sydney Reid
walked home with her. He certainly was
handsome; a large, stalwart fellow, stand
ing over six feet high, with fine figure,
large forehead, handsome blue eyes and
flrm mouth surely any girl except Msrga-
ret Lyndon would have been expected to
fall in love with him.
If they were lovers they were much bet
ter bred and less demopstrative than many
rural couples. As they passed me Mar