The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1881-10-06
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haywood.
"That's what he told me, just in sc
many words" said Mrs. Pennypacker
who stood on the threshold of her hes;
room, with her head tied up in peck
et-handkerchief, and hair-broom in
her hand, wherewith she gesticulated
after a tragic fashion, as she talked
while Miss haywood, tall and slender
as wild lily, stood in the hall, with a
roll of music under her arm, and her
slight figure wrapped in shabby black
shawl. "And he's willing to pay my
price, cash down, every Sunday night
Never attempted to beat me down a
penny,if you'll believe it, my dear"
"Why should her" said Honora. 1
"Most people do, my dear" said Mrs
PenEypacker. "A wrinkled old widow
woman like me, who has her living to
earn, is mostly fair game for everybody
But he never objected to my terms. A
real gentleman, my dear--everv inch
OF him. But he's a little particular,
I'm afraid"
~ suppose most old bachelors are"
said Miss haywood, smiling.
Yes, my dear-yes!' nodded Mrs.
Pennypacker. "But this gentleman is
beyond the average, think"
.'And if he is?' ~
3 :.'Nothing," says Mrs. Pennypacker,
making dab with her broom handle
at q stray moth-miller which was hut-
tering blindly against the garnet dam
ask window curtains" nothing, except
that one don't quite know where to
have him. He drinks only English
breakfast tea, and he wants his pie
crust made with the best Alderney but
ter, instead of lard, as is good enough
for other people; and he must have
ventillators to all the windows, and an
open CRATE, instead of the base-burning
stove; and-I hope you'll not be Of
Tended, my dear-but he particularly
dislikes piano"
"Dislikes piano. says the little mu-
sic teacher, reddening, in spite Of her
SELF
"And he says, says he: 4 hope, Mrs.
Pennypacker, that there is no piano in
the house piano, says he, plays
the deuce with my nervous system,
with its everlasting tum-tum!' Those
were his words, my dear. So I courte-
seys, and says I: You'll not be troub-
led with one here, sir And so my
dear, I'll be gfatefulif you won't mimi
doing your practicin' until he's out for
his daily walk from Ito 8, just as reg
ular az the clock" i9 ,siss
Miss Haywood looked piteously up
in Me old landlady's face IS, . r-l
81 will do anything, to oblige you,
Mrs. Pennypacker," she said, earnestly.
~ haven't forgotten how much am
indebted to you, both in actual money,
fnd in kindness. which money can
never repag 2 ! :. :
And her soft blue eyes filled with
tears as she spoke.
"My dear, don't say word" said
Mrs. Pennypaoker, hastily q" You've
been sick, and you've got little be-
hind hand, and it's quito natural you
should be q little low-spirited now and
theF. PIT yan pusnt get discouraged,
3hiigs will look Zip, after awhile. 4 And
yoI4e quite ,5velcome u stsv onlhere,
anai yohhei ablesto settle up yourlittle
account"
Honora haywood sighed as she re-
membered how often her, little adver-
tisement had been inserted in the daily
newspapers, without attracting the
least notice from the world of patrons
and pupils There were 80 many
Capable music teachers, willing to give
lessons at moderate prices, nowadays,
and how was any one to know how
onrnlv che .v,ood al tho vx,~>,,n,o