Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-07-13
AMY EVERETT.

An1
The weekly concerts of the Beethoven
Club were held in the largest hall in the
city, and, as the daily papers are al
ways saying, ''were attended by a
large and brilliant audience They
were purely classical concerts, and
those who had higher goals to seek than
fashion or mere recreation, went to
listen to the divine strains of the or
chestra night after night, not always in
gorgeous attire, but with intense salts
faction in their faces. You will seldom
hnd In any audience so many intellec-
tual countenances as were to be seen
here on these happy occasions.
1t is true that in some instances she''
went because s'she" went, and then, in
spite of her inspiring presence, wished
that he had not been so misguided, and
wondered why people would counte-
nance any music but that of the comic
operas. And sometimes "she'' went
because ''he'' went, and perhaps did
not regret that she had lent her pres
ence to the occasion, for there were
other diversions beside the music. If
the grave andante were too prolonged,
the hall too hushed, she sought the con-
ISOLATION of her opera-glass, and found
it all that sine could desire. She watched
him to see that he did not gaze too often
upon the pretty girl in white Gains
borough hat who sat just across the
aisle, looking neither to the right nor
to the left, but straight upward, and
with a rapt expression, as if she were
listening to the "quirings of the young
eyed cherubim," instead of the circle of
foreign-looking gentlemen who per-
formed upon different instruments to
the skillful play of the conductors
baton. She discovered unexpected faces
in remote corners of the house; made
mental comments on the toilets of her
neighbors, and INDUCED in sly f1irta-
ton with young gentleman who occa-
sionally allowed his attention TO be di-
verified from the music to rest upon a
pretty face. And in some instances, he
or she went because there was nowhere
else to go, and it was quite the thing to
go, and it was quite the thing to attend
the Beethoven Club concerts. But not
for long did these mistaken souls haunt
the scenes of these classical entertain
ments. After one or two evenings of
boredom they disappeared, and like the
poets springtime came no more for
ever. - ...s .r.. % 81.
MISS <tuIy CNOkCbt, WIN udu JuSG IT,
turned from Europe, attended the con-
-certs regularly with her papa, some
what drowsy elderly gentleman, with a
severe profile, but a generally mild ex.
preston of countenance. Miss Amy
was pure blonde, with deep blue eyes,
which were lovely, seen through the mist
pensive but prettily curved and rosy
mouth q lnpor GRO no chin coriouS onH
somewhat stately brow, white as milk,
and caressed by ripple of very golden
hair. But the nose turned playfully
upward, seeming to laugh at the
thoughtful eyes, and to dart merry
.scorn at the serious and naughty brow.
Still the effect in general was exceed
ingly piquant and fascinating, and
though at a first glance you might say a
rather peculiar-loo girl, you were
sure to look again, and say what very
pretty girl. s'1f''sis.
She did not once glance about her
after taking her seat in the hall, though
her position in the center of the house
was favorable one for observation, and
the long intervals of quiet slumber
INDUCED in by papa were conducive to
extreme liberty of conscience. Having |
been several years from home, she had |
few acquaintances in her native city, |
and had little curiosity concerning the |
strangers who leveled their glances at |
her from time to time. And then she |
was blessed with that absorbing but |
uncritical love of music which is only |
common to poetical natures, and at the
first note of the orchestra drifted off into |
a dream which remained unbroken to
the end, and was only colored by the |
changes in the music, now growing in |
tense aud vivid, now fading away into
the ARREST shadow. u1 y |
But one evening, though it was not
until the middle of the season, some |
thing happened to detain her thoughts
for short vexatious moments from the |
of sweet sounds"
She was, as usual, dressed after a
somewhat aesthetic fashion. The style |
suited her; the dull, faded hues accorded
we'll with the pink flush on her cheek
and the pale gold of her hair. Tonight
She wore poke bonnet of the fashiona-
bile Green, gown of the same tint, made
with severe piaihness; silver necklace
encircled her throat, and over hel hands
were drawn well-fitting kid gloves OF
dull yellow, whose long wrists wrinkled
delightfully."- after the latest modes.
On her way to the hall she had called
at the house of friend, who presented |