The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-02-04

tHc otINI OIHunieutS, WIN ioO hothiuS W
occupy their minds but such things as
occurred within the range of their Wis
ions. The japanese peasant shook his
bronze head spitefully one day when
they had been particularly affectionate
and remarked significantly to his mate
that some things made him i'll.
eyes, indeed" she replied, "and I
don't opprove of their actions in the
least. No one ever saw us act that
way"
81 should say not. If they want to
spoon they ought to go into the pantry
with the knives and forks. This room is
no place to pass honeymoon"
"No, indeed" returned the peasant
girl. at is positively disgusting. Every
time l look in their direction feel as if
ought to cough to let them know that
they are not alone"
| But whether the comments were favor
able or adverse it made little difference
to the lovers They were happy and
that was enough for them. So selfish is
love, and tickle too. Luckily for story
writers even the warmest love cools in
time and our terra Gotta friends were no
exception to the rule. Before the first
year had passed they behaved very much
the same as ordinary married couples,
and the inanimate gossips of the mantel
amused themselves by criticising his neg
lect of her in very much the same Ian
guage his previous devotion to her had
been expressed in.
What is advised to-day is criticised to-
morrow by parlor ornaments the same as
by the people who own them, so given is
this world to uppishness.
In the course of time another ornament
made its appearance. She was beauti-
full marble statuette. She was direct
from Paris and had been in this country
so short time that her speech was more
French than English. From the moment
she appeared the terra-cotta troubadour
paid no attention to any one else. This
was not altogether incomprehensible how
ever. He too was of French descent, and
he spoke both languages as fuently as the
nature of his constitution would permit.
She asked him if he would teach her
English, and he was only too delighted
to be of service, so he said. At first the
little wife thought nothing of her hus-
bands actions. She also was French and
sympathised with the new conner, but
after while she realized that she had
cause to be jealous. He grew more and
more neglectful of her, and at last he
would hardly deign to notice, her at all.
For days together he never addressed a
word to her, so engrossed was he in his
charming pupil.
Human nature is the same the world
over, and those philosophers who refuse
to ornament the characteristics of their
human owners do them a serious injustice.
The marble statuette was pleased with the
attentions of the troubadeur, his neglect of
his wife for her delighted her vanity, and
besides this he was an entertaining fellow
when he wanted to be, and she was not in
sensible to his unconcealed admiration
Her heart was touched as much as such a
heart could be touched, but her con-
science was as cold as the marble of which
she was made.
"Do you ever play on your guitar2" she
asked of him one day.
"No," he replied, 81 never thought of
it before"
81 should think you would be beauti-
full player"
"Do you like guitar music2" he asked
after pause
'I'm in love with it. In Paris it is all
the rage, and l know you could play de-
lightfully"
"Why do you think so3"
"You have such beautiful long fingers,
your arm is so graceful, and from your
face can sec that you are born musi-
clan. Did you ever compose anything?'
"Ncvcr," he replied, feeling somewhat
ashamed of himself for the admission.
"Tm surprised" she returned with q
smile of incredulity. She was skillful
actress, this cold marble damscl, and q
most experienced coquette.
"No," he replied, II have never tried
to compose anything yet"
'But you certainly know how to play
music"
"Well, " "hcsitatcd the troubadour, 'it
has been long time since have done
anything in that linc"
''You must change that at once. You
must practice on the guitar every day fol
my sake"
} 81 will do so, most assuredly," he re.
turned. 81 will begin tomorrow"
''By the way" continued the siren,
| you ndNe never sung lOr Hlc yct.
"N-n-o," stammcrcd the troubadour,
who, if the truth were known, had nc
more voice than a China plaque and even
less knowledge of music.
Well, you must sing for me, too"
az am somewhat out of practice"
Never mind that, replied the statu.
cite with an enhancing smile. g will
make all allowances for your modesty.
know you do sing charmingly. You
voice is so low and sweet"
"Do you really think so2" he asked,
| half convinced against his Judgment, SC
5 foolish is lover, and oh! how credu-
1 lousl
| 81 know it, she replied emphatically
'If you were only on the operatic stage
| you would be one of the greatest singers
S in the world, and managers would pay
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