The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-05-25


time O year for tire-iies, and will-o-
the-wisps don't 90 dancing and
twinlxling round our barn. It's
tramps-that's what il is. =
"Fiddlestick's said Mr. Marchell,
sleepily, from the exact centre OF 4
downy feather pillow.
There was two mca asked for a
drink ofmilk, at the butter door,
lust about dusk" addea the lady,
~and ] didn't much Ike their looks
1T the time
Its all right, dare say" yawn-
cd Mr. Magchell.
@Well. cried the farneress, ener-
getically. III yon don't 20 into Il, |
Will.
And fiinging her husbands shag-
lgy overcoat around her, and taking
the lantern in one hand, she started
for the barn.
She was right. There was 2 dim
tallow candle barning l.. the barn
chamber, and by its iiickering light,
Phooe Locket was busily practiciRg
on the violin, from some sheets OF
torn and gell-thumbed music.
She started up with a cry a. the
appari,ion of Mrs. Marcleii in the
doorway-an evening spectre, with
shabby oyercoat and dark Lam
tern.
Ungrateful girl?" tragically cried
out Mrs. Marchell; how dared you
disobey me?'
Il meant no harm, ALTERED poor
PhGbe. Il hired the violin from
the village music store, with the
dollar Mr. Marcheil gave me for
finding his gold spectacies, and Mrs.
Musard gave me the music; and l
came out here eli a night so that
: the noise shouldn't distus . you.
Phoebe" said Mrs. Marchell,
what a goose You are. Why don't
YOU stick to your needle, and your
rolling pin, and your scrubbing-
brush, as other girls do?" How 90
YOU ever expect TO find bread IN the
strings OF a fddle?"
Phoebe hung down her head, and
said nothing in reply.
we may as well break the charm
al once" said Mrs. Marchell. iii
take YOU TO the concert at Bloom
inaton tomorrow night. They tell
me there's to be q giri yiolinist there,
as plays Ike playing; and if that
don't cure you OF your silly ambi-
ton, don't know what viii. -
PhGbe Locket criInsoned TO the
very roots of her hair.
IL can't gol' said she That
Is, not with you. / promised Mrs
Musard TO 90 to her house: but
perhaps she viii take me. The
Musards are all going to the con-
cert.
ut don't matter how you go,
said Mrs. Marchell, nor with whom
so long as you sec real excellence
and learn the folly OF your silly as
pirations."
But faltered Phoebe, why
shouldn't ] be good player some
time, toe?
why shouldn't the sky fall, and
we all catch larks ?" eontemptuous-
lly retorted Mrs. Marcheil. AS fol
you, the best thing YOU can do is &c
60 into the house and go 10 bed.
And crestlallen Phoebe obeyed.
Mrs. Marchell dressed herself in
her best silk, to go to the Blooming
ton concert, the next evening.
"For l suppose it viii be some
thing fine" SAID she. Where's my
eyeglasses Charley? / must take
them along, if | expect to see any
thing, for do declare I'm getting
binder every day.
Il expect, mother" Charley had
answered, with a little laugh, you'll
see a lot Of things to surprise you.
The hall was crowded when the
Marchell party arrived, and Mrs.
Marchell was forced to be content
with q campstool at the back Of the
room.
Dear, dearl how provoking this
sw And no Eyeglasses, | shant
see a thing!"
"But you can hear" said Charley.
"Hush-sh !" said hismother. Ism;
that the violinist-a pretty, light
Commissioned girl, in white, with
roses in her hair? Now, do hope
Phoebe Bocket is here to see this. y
The violinist was greeted With
shouts OF applause which died away
into silence as the delicious music
rose upon the air, floating upward
like the halos we see III ancient
pictures.
1t was a short capriccjo and, when
it ended, Mrs. Marchell was in tears
Il never thought before that ]
cared so much for music said she
to Charley. But such music as tia
Do you know, Charley, it seemed
exactly as If my little baby thai
died twenty years ago was whisper.
ing in my earl Oh, if PhGbe could
only hear this p
The female violinist was certainly
dc feature Of the night. And at thC
close of the concert she was again
and.again called before the curtain
to receive the rapturous plaudits 0.
the Bloomington public.
Where is Phpbe-?" said Mrs
Marchell, standing on one Of tho
benches to look around her. Has
any one seen our Phoebe here :"
Il have" said Charley, drily
Shall 1 take you to her ?-here, in
the little room, adjoining the stage
But what is she doing there ?H
said Mrs. Marchell, perplexedly.
Counting her bouquets, l sup
pose," Charley said, with the samC
| little laugh
And without further ceremony
: Mrs. Marchell was ushered into tn,
presence OF the female violinist her
sell, ali in white, with deep red rose:
glowing IN her hair, and cheek:
aiiame with happy triumph.
Phoebe J" calculated Mrs. y r
cheli, fairly out OF breath with =
tonishment. This isncyer-you =
! Yes, dear, dear friend. she cried
''it is l."
why didn't YOU tell me?" sail
, the farmers wife, reproachfully.
Because / was so afraid that IN,