Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1882-05-18


voice, which, though ii was unframed,
she could use with taste and feeling.
The Harmonicum, the Dixville musical
association, made her the head of all
their committees, and relied upon her
to sing all the solos. Indeed, without
her it could not have existed. The
wheeZy melodeon, which was dozen
years old before it became the property
of the society, had at last collapsed un-
der the energetic fingers of Professor
Jackson Jones, who did the accompa-
nying, and they were trying to buy a
piano. They had given concerts and
had oyster suppers till Dixville was
tired, when DR.. Ollapod suggested a
lecture. 1t was whispered that the
Doctor had expected the committee to
invite him to read one of his papers on
the Semitic tongues; but If he did he
was disappointed. They corresponded
with many popular lecturers, who all
declined to visit Dixville on the plea
of engagements, and the committee at
last invited certain Professor st.
Clair Smith, about whom they knew
nothing save that he had lectured in
the neighboring villages, with accept
ance, to address them. The Professor
had suddenly appeared in Dixville
mounted on a fine gray horse. The
next day he was seen to enter the post
office with a green bag on his arm, and
and the gossips Immediately reported
that he Was wealthy and had come
from Boston. He at once accepted the
invitation of the Harmonicum COM
mittee, and announced that his lecture
would be on the PHILOSOPHY of Art"
The Westinghouse was hired and Mrs.
Appledore, with a select few, began
practicing some music for the occasion.
1t was the afternoon before the lee
ture, and Mrs. Appledore had invited
her sister to spend the day with her
Domestic duties seemed to be just what
Mrs. Phlox was made for Her hus.
band and sister usually did all her
thinking. In return she served them
with her hands; but the few notions
that did creep into her round head she
chung to pertinaciously.
"The worst kind of a foei is beetle
headed one," she said, after a long
pause; San putin this and that togeth
er, Rosetta, l think, you're preparin
with your romancin' to be just that
kind of a One."
81 don't see how sisters can be SC
unlike" and Mrs. Appledore drummed
harsh accompaniment to her word:
: on the middle & of her piano. "TO bs
sure, you are the oldest; but age neeC
not make ones soul a clod."
at would be well for you to remem
Der that all the advantages are not OF
your side," cried Mrs. Phlox, rising
with dignity. There are bodies. yes
; and dispositions, that are clods," ant
Mrs. PhlOx jerked on her calash an(
went home.
The Westinghouse was full, and tn,
next day the Dixville Times declared
IL Jne 'setSt re 20 have been most s0Nlfu
; and eloquent dissertatN2, bnt Mrs
:, Appledore's attention wandered ~
she only knew that the entertainme.
was about 20 be concluded by DR.. OIL
pods sonO .ous call for 'mo0sic."
81 am delighted" said Professor s
Clair Smith, bowling low before her, q
soon as possible after the "moosic."
never heard such delicious voice."
Mrs. Appledore coughed behind he
= hand to conceal her battered emba
rassment, and turned a questionin
look on Professor Jackson Jones, VIII
stood near.
you always sing splendid" sal
that gentleman, drawing himself "
81 didn't do myself justice tonight"
y you've always dragged" said Ka
Leopold, who took every OppOrtunit
TO criticise the Harmonicums doing
Professor Jackson Jones pulled {
his cravat, and Mrs. Appledore's fax
was full of resentment.
81 never heard anything finer in Bo
ton," said Professor st. Clair Smitl
coming to the rescue, sand / suppos
you know what that implies"
The night after the lecture was
very stormy one, and Mrs. Appledol
was slowly twisting her hair in criml
ing-pins, when the door.bell rang.
could not endure the loneliness of th
hotel, dear Mrs. Appledore," said Pr,
fessor st. Clair Smith, making a cour
ly bow, "and have come to beg for ju:
one song"
The Professor was, so far as outlin
and coloring go, a handsome man. HI
It head was what Is commonly Gale
}! dome-shaped. His wavy hair and silk
L beard were bright yellow red, and hi
Y rather large eyes were blue. He 81
J" down in the big rocking-chair, an
i taking twin on each knee, II rene
4 my youth in children" he cried. givin
s. them squeeze. "Do you know th
70 song. The old times were the be!
e times when you and were young"
x ooh, yes" said the widow, nervousl
o turning over her music. "but / can
u say that feel so very old"
Q "Dear me, what blunderer / am
IL cried the Professor. 81 was thinkin
u of my boyhood. I've always hated b,
, ing grown up. A man has so much I
fetter his imagination. You mui
e have% lost your husband in the fir.
e flush of your youth ?"
. Il did, mlrmured the widow, forge
% ting that she was 30 when the ever
:. occurred.
y The twins were Babes
- Song succeeded song till the Profe
= sor proposed duets, and Mrs. Appleton
!, enjoyed the music so much that it wa
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