Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1888-03-29


"Oh, is it possible? What delight
they must be to ,ou! hope they WI
like my Zephy She is a good-hearted
merry little soul, hut has no accom-
plshments, Whatever
Thus in pleasant though fragmen-
tary conversation the farmhouse was
reached M SIS Fleming rested BIRDS
weight on Johu.l prollered hand and
stepped light, 30 The ground while
the maid, with II Smothering groan, de-
scended as if made OF glass.
''Poor Bro uer!-you shall have
some tea and long. long Sleep said
Miss Fleming in tender voice.
johnny was glad to see Aunt Jane
wa ting on the porch with one of her
best white aprons Frightening her black
dress and her face as smiling rs per-
manent mourner could well be; and
as he removed the luggage from the
wagon he cast an eye after Miss Elem
ing hoping she would notice the candi-
dunn lilies near the gate and the red
roses further on. Sure enough, she did
notice them. and actually put down her
little nose to them. What an uncom-
mon girl!
The next morning Miss Fleming's
waking ears were greeted By the sound
of steadily defending rain. "Oh. my
poor Zephyr!' she murmered, going to
the window and look ng out upon the
wellering world. "She II be heart
broken TO find no one to meet her after
her dreadful ride. "
With cautious movements, that she
IL Il; Al i. 4. &
Browney in the room adjoining. Miss
Fleming dressed and went down
stairs.
breakfast will be ready in about
seven minutes" said Aunt Jane, after
they had exchanged greetings, land
while you re waiting maybe you'd like
to stop down 20 the barn and see how
your pony stood the journey. Johnny
saw the storm coming up so he took an
early start. and he got back with her all
safe and sound just as the first drops
were coming down. Cute little beast
isn't she? just step into my rubbers
and take this umberel. and the walk
from the kitchen door takes you right
TO the barn. The dogs there, too; he
takes to johnny. already, as if he be-
longed TO him."
1T was ever so kind of Johnnv-of
Mr. Lamborton," said Miss Fleming
obediontly stepping into the rubbers.
"Oh, johnny is diUayS kind" said
Aunt Jane with II proud smile
Miss Fleming found johnny brushing
some last specs of dust from Zephyr's
sleek coat.
"lIow good of YOU to hipb to do this
Mr.. Lamberton! | feel yer, much in
debied to you," said Miss Fleming. lay
ing her check against the pony's nose
and receiving a little whinny of well
come.
"If l can hear your violin, by and by.
shall be well repaid answered John.
ny boldly from the other side of the
pony.
Oh, indeed YOU shall hear it-until
you are tired Of il, I'm afraid. for I've
taken but a few lessons and am only
torturing amateur Il is sort of n rest
for me, however" and Miss Fleming
sighed little.
If were your father / wouldn't let
you study so hard, said johnny. stoop-
ing to look at nothing whatever on the
ponv's hoof
at is not my fathers fault have
no father-nor Mother" answered Miss
Fleming gently "If I've stud ed a lit
tie too constantly. I've only myself to
thank. But / do so want be a great
physician.
Whats little girl like you? You
can't be more than fifteen or sixteen. "
said JOHNNY forgetting his bashfuness
in his aston shment.
Dear me! so many people make that
mistake. Whv. | shall be twenty next
August, and if live shall grow older, "
she added with II merry laugh.
And I'm going on twcntv-thrcc. "
said Johnny-as if this information was
something to the point-and he laugh
ed. too, and somehow did not feel afraid
of Miss Fleming any more.
After breakfast, us the rain still con-
tinued and outdoor work was impossible
Miss Fleming said she would bring
down her violin and discharge her debt
if Mr.. Lamberton was ready TO listen.
Miss Fleming could play. aside from
her exercises. a few simple airs. She
played accurately, and her violin was
evidently capable of the sweetest and
richest tunes. johnny hungrily watch
ed the instrument. How far beyond his
own it was in beauty and power!
Suddenly Miss Fleming turned to him
"Pe rhaps you play she half question
ed
"a little. answered Johnny modest
ly.
"Iry this" she said, eagerly extend
ing to him the violin. my Uncle
bought it in London, and it is said to
he an uncommonly good instrument"
johnny had fingered II violin ever
since he was six years old. He had
gained some knowledge of notes
at the village school. Occasionally he
had treated himself TO batch of sheet
music. So he was not quite at loss for
something good enough for even Miss
Fleming to hear In his delight over
the sweet rich qualities of the violin he
forgot. after few moments that anyone
was listening to him. and so PLAYED ali
the better.
At the conclusion of his selection
Miss Fleming clapped her hands. and
there were tears in her eyes. You
oloy batter than IN lpnphpr doaa Iot