The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1880-12-08
HYDE PARK, VT, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER g. 1880.

spectaeles. and Mrs. Muzard gave me
the music; and come out here of q
night so that the noise should not dis
turb you"
"Phebe, what a goose you areP Why
didn't you stick to your needle, and your
rolling pin, and your scrubbing brush,
as other girls doP How do you expect
to find bread in the strings of fiddle
Phebe hung down her head, and said
nothing in reply.
1--WE may as well break the charm at
once" said Mrs. Marchell. "Pll take
you TO the concert at Bloomington to-
morrow night. They tell me there's to
be a girl violinist there as plays like
playing; and il that don't cure you of
your silly ambition, l don't know what
will"
Phebe Locket crimsoned to the very
roots of the hair.
=" l can't go!"said she. THAT is, not
with you. promised Mrs. Muzard to
go to her home; but perhaps she will
take me. The Muzards ale all going to
the concert"
1t don't matter how you CO." said
Mrs. Marchell, NOR with whom. so
long as you see real excellence, and learn
the folly of your silly aspirations"
But, faltered Phebe, "why shouldn't
l be good player, sometime, tooP"
Why shouldn't the sky fall, and we
all catch larksP" contemptuously retort-
ed Mrs. Marchell. Gas for you the best
thing you can do is to go into the house
and go to bed as fast as possible"
And cres fallen Phebe obeyed.
Mrs. Marchell dressed herself in her
best black silk to go to the Bloomington
concert the next evening.
For suppose it will be something
very fine," said she. Where's my eye
glasses, CharleyP l must take them
along if 1 expect to see anything, for
do declare I'm getting binder every
day."
II expect, mother, +" Charley answered,
with little laugh, you'll see lot of
things to surprise you"
The concert had proved an unusually
great attraction in the neighborhood,
and the hall was crowded when the
Marchell party arrived, so that Mrs.
Marchell was forced to be content with a
at the very back of the room.
Dear, dear how provoking this is ,
said the old lady. "And Charles didn't
find my glasses after all. shan't SEE
but you can hear" said Charley.
Hush-sh-shi" said his mother.
q I'LL 4i,-. 4hn ,rioIiniat- n ,.-n4tu Iiohi-
girl, in white, with roses
10 her hairP Now, do hope Phebe
Locket is here to see this"
The violinist was greeted with shouts
of applause, which died away into ST.
lence as the delicious music rose upon
the air, floating upward like the halos
we see in ancient pictures.
1t was a short capriccio, and when it
ended Mrs. Marchell was in tears.
81 never thought before that / cared
so much for music" said she to Charley.
but such music as that! Do you
know, Charley, it seemed to me exactly
as if my little baby that died twenty
years ago was whispering in my ear.
Oh, if Phebe could only hear this!'
The female violinist was certainly the
feature of the night. And at the close
OF the concert she was again and again
called before the curtain to receive he
rapturous plaudits OF the Bloomington
pubic.
"Where's PhebeP" said Mrs. Mar
chell, standing ON one of the benches to
look around her. "Has any one seen
Phebe hereP"
81 have" said Charley, dryly. "Shall
I take you to her?-here in the little
room adjoining the stage"
"But what is she doing thereP" said
Mrs. Marchell, perplexedly.
Counting her bouquets, [ suppose, "
Charley said, with the same odd little
laugh.
And without further ceremony Mrs.
Marchell was ushered into the presence
of the female violinist herself, all in
white, with deep red roses glowing in her
hair, and cheeks aflame with happy tri.
umph.
"Phebe," calculated Mrs. Marchell,
fairly out of breath with astonishment,
this is never you'll"
Phebe flew into Mrs. Marchell's arms.
Yes, dear, dear FRIEND" she cried,
cit is l."
"Why didn't you tell meP" said the
farmers wife, reproachtully.
Because I was afraid my first ap
pearance would be failure" confessed
Phebe.
81 suppose you will never come bach
to the farmhouse again." said Mrs
Marchel.
"Yes, I SHALL" said Phebe; 81 shal
be your own Phebe still, if you'll lie
me practice in the garret once in ,
while"
"You shall practice all over tn,
house" cried Mrs. Marchell.
Didn't ted you, mother" said tri-
umphant Charley, "that you'd Sc
something to surprise youp But you'll
be still more surprised when"
"Charley, don'tr cried out Phebe
roster than ever.
"You needn't" said Mrs. Marchell
looking from one to the other, 81 ca
guess"
"She's such darling, mother" sait
the young man.
And Phebe threw both her arm
around the elder woman's neck, an
whispered softly, mother"
The export of butter from the Unite
States reached 3l,062,0O0 pounds durin
the fiscal year ending June 80, 1851
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