Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-06-10

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drum with the loud pedal, and half suf-
located Martha and himself, because he
wouldn't have the windows opened.
Poor little Martha went around with
her blue eyes swimming in tears, and
her rosy lips quivering all the time; and
whenever she passed the young mans
window she used to dart such savage
glances at it as, if they had been pistol
balls, would certainly have made an end
Of him-as he always happened to be
there when she went by.
So matters went on, till one evening.
when Martha was almost as sulky as her
father-because that day she had lost
one of her two handkerchiefs-in her
indignation at the professors presuming
to bow to her, the door opened, and the
dark-eyed stranger came quietly in, hold
ing her handkerchiefs as flag of truce.
Martha REDEEMED. and her father was
SO tart and crusty that she was fright
ened; but the young man would not go
till he had heard Herr Worstanadrum's
adagio-whereupon the old professor.
who was flushed and angry, played it
terribly out Of time, made false notes,
and at last got his poor old hands SO en-
tangled that he gave terrible bang and
came away. vowing that the piano was
entirely out Of tune.
There was quite silence, and then
the stranger rose to go but the surly
old man fancied that he was frightened
at Herr Worstanadrum, and would not
hear of mis- stirring till he played like
wise.
With deep sigh, the young man
seated himself at the instrument. The
professor wrinkled his face, took
off his spectacles and cooked his
ear critically, while Martha turned
her back to hide her tears-till. hearing
a great sniff behind her, she saw that
her father was weeping, and making the
most-terrible grimaces to hide it.
When he had finished, the old pro-
fessor got up, and shut the piano with
out word and Martha, flushed and
trembling, went with the stranger to
the door-for she knew from her fathers
look that he was saying to himself that
he would never play again.
On the doorstep she thought to look
at the handkerchief but it was finer
than any she had ever owned, and beau
tifulIy embroidered.
"Take it," she said, handing it back,
"This is not mine"
81 know it." answered the young
man; "but L kept yours purposely.
Gold would not buy it of me-" And,
with a grave bow, he went away
"What was that young jackanapes say
ing to you?" asked her father, when she
came back.
Martha, who did not know how to de-
ceive, told him every word.
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have him there. If he has stolen away
my pupils, he shan't have my daughter.
The next time he comes, you're not to
let him in-do you hear, Martha?"
eyes, sir" answered Martha. And,
letting fall pile of plates, broke half of
them, tore her only gown in trying to
save them, burned her fingers when she
lighted her fathers pipe, got well
s,o-~.ot, and went crying to bed.
After that, every morning was laid on
the door-steps brace of birds, basket
of fruit, or some fine fish, always for the
professor, who began to fancy that some
Of his old friends had at last remem-
bered him, and chuckled nightly over
them to Martha, who blushed red as a
rose, but never said q word.
One morning, however, the old man
who was as Cur. is as a woman-took it
in his head to f ID ont whether it rained
fish, birds and fruit, or whether he had
still friend in Blunder; and, posting
himself behind the curtains, watched
the door-steps as cat would q mouse,
till, to his horror, he deserted the dark
eyed young professor in the very act of
depositing a superb haunch Of venison.
"You scoundrel! you villain you
coward" shrieked the old man in q
fury, throwing open the window; "you
wretch you poisoner you pettifogger
you huckster you mummy! you
Here, as he could think of nothing
else, he threw his wooden leg at him.
The young man picked it up, and po-
itely handed it to Martha, who came
running to the window, as by this time
did also half of the Blundernarians-
who, being only half awake, and hardly
dressed at all, decided that the young
professor had been trying to poison the
old one; that he was discovered in the
act of trying to elope with Martha that
the house was on fire; that the old pro-
fessor was crazy; that he was drunk, and