The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-05-12

home.
The Westinghouse was full, and the
next day the Dixville Times declared the
lecture to have been most soulful and
eloquent dissertation, but Mrs. Apple
dOre's attention wandered, and she only
knew that the entertainment was about
to be concluded by DR.. Ollapod's sonor-
GUS call for " moosic."
81 am delighted" said Professor St
Clair Smith, bowling low before her as
soon as possible after the ..moosic." l
never heard such a delicious voice."
Mrs. Appledore coughed behind her
hand to conceal her flattered embarrass-
ment and turned questioning look on
Professor jackson Jones who stood
near.
You always sing splendid" said
that gentleman, drawing himself up.
II dare say put you out. That flute
obligato is q deuced hard thing to do.
I didn't do myself justice tonight"
you've always dragged. said Karl
Leopold, who took every opportunity to
criticise the Harmonicum doings.
Professor jackson Jones pulled at his
cravat, and Mrs. Alledore's face was
full of resentment.
81 never heard anything finer in Bos-
ton," said Professor St. Clair Smith
coming to the rescue, ''and suppose
you know what that implies
The night after the lecture was very
stormy one, and Mrs. Appledore was
slowly twisting her hair in crimping-
pins when the door bell rang. II could
not endure the lonliness Of the hotel,
dear Mrs. Appledore," said Professor
St. Clair Smith, making . courtly bow,
land have come to beg for just one
song.'
The Professor was, so far as outline
and coloring 60, handsome man. His
head was what is commonly called DOME
shaped. His wavy hair and silky beard
were bright yellow red, and his rather
large eyes were blue. He sat down in
a big rocking chair, and taking twin
on each knee, 81 renew my youth in
children" he cried, giving them a
squeeze. "Do you know the song, The
old times were the best times when you
and were youngr"
30 yes" said the widow, nervously
turning over her music, "but can't say
that feel so very old"
"Dear me, what blunderer am"
cried the Professor, Il was thinking of
my boyhood. I've always hated being
grown up. A man has SO much to fet-
ter his imagination. You must have lost
your husband in the first flush of your
YOUTH
81 did, murmured the widow. for
getting that she was thirty-five when
the event occurred. 1.-The twins were
babes"
Song succeeded song till the Profess
sor proposed duets, and Mrs. Appledore
enjoyed the music so much that it was
midnight before she knew it.
Two months passed away. The Pro-
fessor came almost every evening. He
had hired a small house little out of
town that he might be undisturbed he
explained, and a relative had come to
keep house for him. He did not know
how long he should remain in Dixville.
He was preparing a book for publication
and writing several new lectures. When
his literary labors were over he was
going to take trip somewhere and rest,
thou Oh friends of his. influential at
Washington, were anxious for him to
accept q consulship at an important
point.
The widows neat white cottage stood
by itself on the confines of the village.
Deacon Bliss fields of dark green pep
permint and nodding wheat stretching
along the country road for nearly mile
Joined the garden. Before her abrupt
refusal of him the Deacon had been ac-
customed to drop in for little visit or
to bring neighborly offering of apples
or fresh vegetables. But these calls had
ceased, and cut off from all her sources
of news and pleasure Mrs. sAppledore
stayed closely at home, practiced her
music and entertained the Professor.
But one sunshiny afternoon Mrs.
Phlox came busting up the prim gravel
ed walk.
"Rosetta Appledore," she chirped,
like an angry blue-jay, as she opened
the door, ssthough a clod, which there
are folks that think different, I've come
to ask you if you know you're the town
talk?'
"The town talkr' echoed her aston
ished sister.
eyes, the town talk" repeated Mrs.
Phlox with wonderful emphasis. "Any-
body would be who had spent two
blessed months philanderin' with mar
ried man."
"Who is married?''
"Your Professor Smith,"
IL don't believe it."
81 s'posed you wouldn't, but I've
seen his wife," said Mrs. Phlox with ev-
ident satisfaction. ' Miss Merrills, she
twas Pearly Ann Truesdale. wouldn't
miss findin' out anything if she had to
walk ten miles, an she called on her an
told me. That night I SEE to John,
8 john SEE l, "a sisters sister, spec
tally if she's younger an q widder, an
if I be clod I'm goin' to the bottom of
this;' an, SEE he, Emma Jane, I think
you'd better an the first thing he did
the next mornin' was to hitch up an
take me over on the mile-strip where that
fellow lives, in Tony Alerton's cottage.
He want in but she was, an she was
washin'.
..spm Miss Phlox,' SEE l, AN come