The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-06-02
.TRI-W EEKLY EDITION.

founded when Mrs. Marchell bounded into
his seventy nine shop, and flung the musi-
cal instrument On the workbench.
'Eh9" said old Moses adjusting his spec
tacles on the bridge of his nose.
'"There's your old fiddle" SAID Mrs.
Marchell, land wish, after this, you'd be
kind enough to keep it at home, aud not
go putting nonsense into my bound girls
haadl"
"But it amt nonsense" " said old Moses.
''She's got a capital idea or music, Phoebe
has"
"Nonscnse!' said Mrs. Marchell.,.
''And very decent voice. If only 1T was
cultivated"
''Pshawl' cried Mrs. Marchel, and she
founced out of the shop in rage.
But If Mrs. Marchell was the childs
temporal mistress, music was her spiritual
one. Poebe Lockett went quietly about
her work, in the years that followed, but
she could not forget the divine strains
which the well-rosined bow had drawn
out of the antique violin, in the red glow
OF the winter sunset, that January after
noon, in the garret.
Mrs. Marchcll had done up her front
hair in papers, assumed her gray flannel
dressing-gown, when. CHANGING to look
out of the north kitchen window, she saw,
or thought she saw the glimmer OF light
in the top window of the barn.
VI can't have been mistaken" said Mrs.
Marchell; ''it amt the time O. year for
tire-t1ies, and will. o-the-wisps don't 90
dancing and twinkling round our barn.
It's tramps-that's what it isl
| "Fiddlesticksl" said Mr.. Marchell, Sleep
lily, from the exact ceptre of a downy
feather pillow.
"There was two men asked for a drink
OF milk, at the buttery door, just about
DUSK added the lady, sand | didn't much
like their looks at the time"
tits all right, dare say" yawned Mr..
Marchell.
We'll" cried The farmeress, energet-
lcally, 'ff you don't 60 into it, l will"
And hinging her husbands shaggy over
| coat around her, and taking the lantern IN
one hand, she started for the barn
She was right. There was dim tallow-
candle burning IN the barn chamber, and
by Its flickcring light, Phoebe Lockett was
busy practicing on the violin, from some
| sheets of torn and well-thunbed music.
She started up with cry at the appari.
ton OF Mrs. Marchcll in the doorway-an
evening spectre, with a shaggy overc oat
and dark lantern.
"Ung-ateful girl2" tragcally cried out
Mrs. Marcbell; chow dared you to dis
obey me2"
| 81 meant no harm" taltercd poor Pho
| DE. II hired the violin from the village
music store, with the dollar Mr.. Marchell
gave me for finding his gold spectacles
and Mrs. Musard gave me the music: and
came out here of a night, SO that the
noise shouldn't disturb you"
"Phpbe." said Mrs. Dlarchell "what q
goose you arel Why don't you stick to
your needle, and your rolling. pin, and
your scrubblng- brush, as other girls do?
How 90 you ever expect to find bread in
the strings of a fddle2'
Phoebe hung down her head, and said
nothing III reply.
I'VE may as well break the charm at
once" said Mrs. Marchell, .I'lI take YOU
TO the concert at Bloomington tomorrow
night. They tell me there's to be a girl
vioilnlst there, as plays like playing; and
IL that don't cure you Of your silly ambi-
tlon, l don't know what WILL"
| Ph9be Lockett crlmsoned to the very
roots of the hair.
'1-I can't gol" said she. "That is,
not with you. promised Mrs. Nlusard
to go to her house; but perhaps she will
take me. The Musards are all going to
the concert"
lit don't matter how you go" said Mrs
Slarchell, "nor with whom so long as YOU
see real excellence and learn the folly of
your silly aspirations"
"But, faltcrcd Phoebe, ''why shouldn't
be good player some time, too2"
why shouldn't the sky fall, and we all
catch larks2" contemptuously retortod Mrs.
Marchell. GAS for you, the best thing
you can 20 is to 60 into the house and 70
to bed as fast as possible"
And crestfallen Phoebe obcycd.
| Mrs, Marchcll 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 "Wheres nv eve,
glasses, Charlcy7 I must take them along,
If expect to sec anything, for do declare
I'm getting binder every day.
II expect. mother" Charley had an
swercd, with little laugh, you'll see a
lot OF things to surprise you"
The concert had proved an unusually
great attraction in the nelghborhood, and
the hall was crowded when the Marchell
party arrived, so that Mrs Marchell was
forced TO be content with campstool as
the very back of the room
"Dear, dearl how provoking this Isl''
oalu VIZ olu ittlly. 'hnQ Charley didn't
find the eyeglasses after all. shan't see
a thingl"
: "But you can hear," SAID Charley.
'Hush- sh-shl" SAID his mother. "Isn't
that the vioIinst-a pretty, light. complex
ioned girl, in white, with roses in her
here to sec tins. "0oA''' 10
The violinst was greeted w.'> .bouta q
applause which died away into sile.scrSe 90 90
tho delicious music rose upon the air, aoot
ing upward like the halos we see in a;nM. nos'..
pictures. o10n'
1t was short capriccio and, Whom :.
ended, Mrs. Marchell was IN tears. i0n II
II never thought before that I car ,d or
much for music" said she to Charleyl = p~t ~
such music as that! DO you k, bow u'
Charley, 1t seemed to me exactly as I"' NV
little baby that died twenty years agd, n,os NO.
whispering in my earl Oh, if Pb b,mSe S
could only hear thlsl" i''"'
The female violinist was certainly, u>
feature of the night. And at the cl0k wy