The Republican journal., 1880-09-23

~ anu lOullI Otii Dll II.
It's tramps-thats what it is"
'FiddleSticks !" said Mr. Narchell,
sleepily from the exact center Of downy
! feather pillow.
"There was two men asked for drink
of milk, at the buttery-door just about
dusk" added the lady, "and | didn't
much Ike their looks at the time
''lts all right, dare say, yawned Mr..
Marchcll.
'Well,' cried the farmeress, energetic
ally, ''if you don't 80 to look into it, will
And tlinging her husbands shaggy
overcoat around her, and taking the Ian
tern III one hand, she started for the barn.
She was right, there was dim tallow-
candle burning in the barn chamber and
by its illckerlng light Phoebe Locllet was
busy in practicing on the violin, from
some sheets of torn and well thumbed
music
She started up with acry, at the appar
ition of Mrs. Marchell in the doorway
an avenging spectre with a shaggy
oyercoat and a dark lantern.
''Ungrateful girl y tragically cried out
Mrs. Marshall chow dared YOU to dis
obey me ?"
/ iAiNttill llp litti IIlt IttIltltNt l llti W.
'I hired the violin from the village mu-
sic store, With the dollar that Mr. Mar
chell gave me for finding his gold spccta-
cl"s, and Mrs. Muzard gave me the music ;
and | come out here of night so that
The noise should not disturb YOU"
'PhWbe, what a goose YOU are, Why
dldn't You stick to your needle, and youl
rolling pin, and your scrubbing brush, as
other girls do How do you expect to
find bread in the strings Of fiddle ?"
PhWbc hung down her head, and said
nothing in reply.
1--WE may as we'll break the charm at
once" sald Mrs Marchell. I'm take You
to the concert at Bloomington tomorrow
night. They tell me there's to be a -rl
Iiollnlst there, as plays like playing; and
if that don't cure you Of your silly ambi-
ton. | don't know what will"
Phoebe l.oCket crimSoncd to the very
roots Of the hair
II i can't go." said She. That is,
not with You. | promised Mrs. Mullrl
to 90 to her house but perhaps She win
take me The MuZarls are all going to
the concert"
ut don't matter how YOU 60" said Mrs
| Marchell, ''nor With whom, 50 long rs
you see real excellence and learn the folly
Of your silly aspirations"
"But, taltered Phube, "why shouldn't
be a good player sometime, too?"
"Nhy shouldn't the sky fall, and We all
catch larks?" contemptuously retorted
Mrs, Alarchell. as for you the best
thing you can do is to 20 into the house
and % to bed as fast rs possible"
And cresttalcn Phu.be obeyed.
Mrs. Marchcll dressed herself in her
best black silk to go to the Bloomington
concert, the next evening.
'For | suppose it will he something
very fine said She, "Whcre's uy eye
glasses, Charley must take them along
if expect to see anything, for DO de
clare I'm getting binder every dav."
II expect, mother" Charley ANSWERED
with u little laugh, "you'll see lot Of
things to surprise you."
The concert had proved IN unusually
great attraction in the neighborhood, and
the hall WAS crowded when the MarchejI
party arrived, 50 that Mrs. Marrhell was
forced to he content Witha camp-Stool at
the very back Of the room.
dear, dear" how provoking this il :"
SAID the Old lady. .And Charley didn't
find my glasses after all. shaut Ne
a thing
But YOU can hear said Charley.
'llnsh-sh-sh o. said his mother. "Isn't
that the yiolinist 4 pretty, light-com-
pleXioned girl, in White, with roses in her
hair? Now, DO hope PhuIe Locket is
here to see this"
The violinist was greeted with shouts
of applause, which died away INTO silence
as the delicious music rose upon the air,
floating upward Ike the haIos we see in
ancient pictures.
It was a short caprjccjo, and when it
ended, Mrs. Marchell was in tears.
II never thought before that | cared 50
much for music" SAID she to Charley.
But such music as that DO You know.
IIltlt pdoE lllal Nled twenty Years ago was
could only hear this !"
The female yjo)inist was certainly tbc