Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1886-05-05


sGood- -avening', Mr.-Danforth. I an
very-sorry-to distrub-ye-but could v,
come down--to see-the ovid lady?"
ssOh, yes p said Joe; and at the sam,
time he thought: II shan't have to 20 anC
see the orphan. That settles il"
saIs your wife sick tonight? he asked.
tOh-vir-ry sir she-can't n't-stop-lone
sure
They made their way through the storm
as fast as possible. Climbing the DARK
stairs that led to the old peoples rooms in
a tenement-house. Joe heard singing
The old man heard it also, and he whisper.
ed:
'Hush I! Them's-the angels She's
gone p
ssDo you think she is dead p'
ss9She be-"
s0h,aao That's not an angel singing,
though good singing"
"But don't know" thought Joe, listen.
ing eagerly, as he pushed the door open.
The owner of the voice was apparently
young, and with deep feeling and more
than ordinary skill was singing Crock OF
Ages" She stopped, having completed
the hymn.
81 wish-ye would-go on, darlin't,
said the old woman, feebly. "It gives me
comfort"
"Tm here to-look after-ye now," said
the old man. "She must go-it-may
be.''
''If don't come again, dom forget what
have said to you," said the singer. 81
think ought to go DOW"
AS the young lady, with averted face,
moved toward the door, Grandpa Veazey
said.
"1've got-some wood-down in the
mkt intry-and its rigbt-in the way-sure.
I'll have-it out of the way. Let-me go
ahid."
The young lady had passed out of the
room, and was waiting down the stairs for
the removal of wood that Joe and grandpa
had both stumbled against in their journey
up stairs.
''Stupid p thought Joe, who was in the
old lady's chamber.
"Why don't hold the light for those in
the dark entry! Grandpa took none, and
l don't know as he had second one to
take"
He held the lamp out in the passageway,
its light fell down upon the stairs where the
lady stood waiting for grandpa, who was re-
owing the wood further on. The singer turn
ed and lifted her face so that the light fell up-
on it. Joe started. He saw no longer a lady
on a stairway near which toiled an old
man; but out in the leafy country he say
person halt, dozen years younger than
the singer, yet having the same form, the
same face and the same wonderful eyes =
Shock number three from the battery, after
all these long years He wanted to rush
to her, speak to her, ask her who she was,
where she lived. "Mr. Danforth Mr..
Dauforth ~ sang out voice.
1t was the old woman calling to him
from her sick-room.
81 want to spake to ye !''
awkward, this is thought joe
"Well, they can tell me who she is.'
81 want to tell ye-something- may
be good-fur ye," said the old lady to
Joe, who had now returned.
"What's her name ?" he asked, eagerly.
Name? 1 don't know-what ye call it
kind-of railroad-stock
land can-teH ye wbeTe' 10 find-it. It's
not much-good now they say, but they
say iv'ry time-it's comm up-and if l
die it's yours
"Oh, keep it''
81 don't-want-to kape it. shan't live
always"
eyes, you will, said Joe, giving unwar-
ranted encouragement. That's all right
And what's her name?"
"Who?"
THAT lady"
"Och, She's
"Don't you knew her"
''No! She's an angel-who calls on-the
sick-and no one-knows-as she'll iver
come at all. Don't know-her name.
'But angels have names,' said Joe, and
Il cbo1 into hn x,bara hoh hod loft
the light. Alas the angel had flown! In
other words, she had gone down the stairs
and gone out doors, grandpa said, and who
she was, he didn't know, but he would
try
Joe did not wait to hear anything more.
He rushed down through the entries and
then turned into the street. 1t was of no
use.
mo ANGELO he said. Nothing but
snow owfiakes-bahp'
He returned to the sick, chamber, left
some packages of goods that he had bought
on his way from his room to the Veazey's,
and then plunged out into the storm again.
His feelings were not very agreeable, bue
he consoled himself, saying, SNOW for my
warm room and comfortable slippers. Bah!
there's my cousin Fanny's invitation. l
don't want to see my orphan. don't want
to see anything but those eyes. Here l am
baked again."
Finally Joe thought, ''being out," he
might as we'll go to Fanny's, 'stay awhile
and end the job!'' He rang the door-bell,
and the servant-showed him into his cousin 8
snug sitting-room.
'sNow for the orphan" he said to HIM
self. sold and ugly! Eyes green! Stature,
short! Complexion, sallow! Hair, fiery
red! Feet, elephantineP'
He was saying this to himself when his
cousin entered and greeted him. But whom
did she bring with her?
There was again the singer with her won
derful eyes he had seen in the entry of the
Veazeys, and there was the girl in the coun-
try road!
"What is the matter with our Cousin
Joe ?" thought Fanny. He did not even
speak to her, but looked entranced at the
second lady. 1t was Shock four from that
marvellous battery.
s'Mr. Danforth, Miss Earle"
He did not speak. There was an awk-
ward silence on the part of all. Then Joe
advanced toward the lady, blushed, but
what he said, in an undertone, Cousin Fan
ny never knew. AS for the rest, Cousin
Fannie told it in letter to her sister, who
was away:
sour music-teacher has new scholar
and is not going away, and Cousin Joe is
going-but, there, let me tell it in ORDER
Our girls music teacher, Miss Earle, is an
orphan, as her only parent, living when she
came to our city, died last winter. She
decided to go away, not having scholars
enough. We have wanted Joe to see her,
but he wouldn't, and we joked him about
his orphan, as we called her. He came the
night before the day she was going to leave
town, and she was here, and it turns out
that they saw one another years ago, and
took fancy to one another. Joe says she
must not go away, as he will make another
scholar for her, and next Spring they will
be married. They are going to take house
in the suburbs where they can have a gar
den, and the Veazeys will live near them,
as the old lady, who is always dying, has
concluded to live, and Mr.. Veazey will be
Joe's gardener. Joe says was the inno-
cent occasion of his losing his beloved, in
the first place; but surely if it had not been
for me now, he would not have married his
orphan"
"My love, what magic spell is thrown
Upon your face? Its charm own.
Whence came thy pure and pearly teeth?