Iron County register., 1880-07-01


I'd be seen in orange, Sidney Alden!
These modest cordings are of old
goldr"
:" All, yes! Now I have a spasm of
memory. Bertha once tutored me on
this same subject; protested I'd ten
dency to color-blindness, like the jew
ish nation. Bertha wears one of those
suits. Probably that's how I came to
observe yours"
Was it, forsooth! The girl at his side
felt strangely aggrieved by the naive
remark, and strengthened in the con-
viction that she should not like Miss
Huntress.
parlor window as they stopped at the
gate. She bowed gayly to Sidney, who
gallantly touched his hat to her. And
could Angie be deceived? or did he
toss kiss as he sprang from the car
riage to assist herself in alighting? An
gle did wish she knew; but it was no
time for idle speculations. The next
moment she was borne into the house
by Zet to be introduced to the new
conner. Then mamma Alden had a
motherly welcome tor her, and the
worthy doctor laid aside his Medical
Evidently little Miss Converse was a
great pet in the household. Was it
strange if she had come to believe her
self tacitly regarded as one of the FAM
lily?
"There! Iwonder if Sidney remem-
bered to engage oysters for the festi-
valr' cried Zet, suddenly, as she helped
Angie remove her wraps.
"I'n ask him." volunteered Miss
Huntress from the window-seat.
scold him.
will-in your name"
Why not in your own, tooP It will
be more effective. Besides, it's your
peculiar duty-not to say privilege!''
81 don't wish to anticipate these
things" smiled Miss Bertha, vanishing
through the doorway.
Isn't she charming, AngieP' cried
Zet with enthusiasm. Such eyes!
And such exquisite hair! Sid says she
is like Titan Madonna
She is lovely" assented Angie in
the tone of a martyr who dies for the
truth.
So Sidney had compared her to Ma
donna! He would worship her next!
Perhaps he did worship her already!
And why was it the peculiar duty
of this paragon to scold Sidney? On the
whole, it was wretched morning to
Angie. Zet was helping her mother
about the fruit cake for the festival,
Sidney was overseeing the decoration
of the public hall and she was left with
Miss Bertha, whose ease and elegance
rebuked her own restless constraint.
The afternoon was yet worse, for with
some flimsy excuse Sidney drew Miss
Huntress away to the library for pro-
longed tete-a-tete, and Zet and Angie
could not practice because of stupid
callers.
1t was not till after tea that the two
girls began their duets. Sidney leaned
over Angles chair to turn the music
leaves; discoursing merry nonsense with
herself and Miss Bertha, who sat near
the lamp sewing brass rings upon cur
tain for the public hall.
- appreciate your good intentions,
Sid," cried his sister at last nervously;
'' nevertheless I wish you'd run off.
Your chattering puts us out"
Your eloquence distracts our at
tention' would sound more polished,
sisterkin."
Choose your own form of rhetoric,
only leave us! Bertha, use your inf1u-
ence. He's bound to do as you say
Bertha won't abuse her rights; she
knows I haven't seen Angie ten min
utes."
But Miss Converse would rather be
heard than seen just now," said Miss
Huntress, rising with an indolent smile.
"We ought to interrupt the duets"
Fair tyrant! She says 60 and 1
must be goner' responded Sidney, in
an apparent agony of submission.
"Don' take Bertha away. She doesn't
disturb u.s.
"May be not; but her tarrying be-
hind might disturb me. sisterkin," re-
torted Sidney airily, ''and she'll never
desert Mr.. Micawber.''
AS the twain disappeared arm-in-arm,
Zet drew long breath.
"Therer' said she, "hope we can
play better now I've disposed of him and
his bride-elect''
Bride-electP" faltered Angie, strik-
ing false note.
"Yes. Haven't you heard? 1 sup
posed Sidney had told you. You're out
of time, Angie. ae-two-three-
four. Now the pedal.''
WASN'T it rather-rather suddenP'
"SuddenP the sub-bass? 1t is writ
ten that way
"What you said moment ago
about Miss Huntress and SidneyP'
''That? o, yes! was disappointed
at first. Do you know I wanted Sid to
have you? I never once thought of Ber-
tina. I have my doubts now whether
she is just the one for him; but he ought
to know her better than we do," an
swered Zet between fitful pauses, as she
labored over difficult passage.
Angie played on mechanically, with
q vague fancy that she was drumming
upon coffin. "Don't you cry, Angie
Converse! Don't you dare to cry" she
kept saying to herself, hammering at
the keys as if her troublesome heart
throbbed beneath and must be paralyzed
by blows. And through all the changes
of the music rang this silly refrain:
"Sidney's tickle, all things show it,
Once you thought so, now you know it"
But at last they had mastered the
duofa tn Zot,o satiefaotiO and Cidnov