Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1888-06-07

out of his reverie. He was stiff and
cold, but. his brain was on fire with q
new thought.
"Whithin week she will be his. Ha!
hal we shall see" and his laugh sounded
weirdly.
Jumping to his feet, he searched ner-
vously for match. Finding one, he
lighted two candles, and hurrying with
them to the other end of the room where
stood piano, he placed them on it, one
on each end. His face was agitated with
the spirit that ragged within him. At
first his fingers ran trembling over the
keys, but gradually they obeyed their
masters will There was no particular
tune in the wild music. But almost
imperceptibly, if one had not carefully
listened, there would come again and
again u peculiar air-now leaving the
melody as if shy to be found there, and
then coming boldly forward and dane
ing through all its throbbing variations.
Through the night he played, and when
the first flush of morning appeared he
started from his seat exclaiming:
81 have found it. She will not marry
him. / will preventitl' And he seized
an empty music score and dashed down
some notes. Then putting on his coat
he went out into the chill morning air
and took an early breakfast.
What had Bianchy found in his pro-
longed playing? Aye, charm, spell,
that she to whom he played it would
forget for time where she was and
would remember only her old playmate.
The present would be blotted out, and
the past would take its place.
Bianchy, after having partaken of his
breakfast, made his wasf ito the East Side
and took the elevated fflway to Forty
seventh street. Waikiki westward, he
he came to row of tln1le-story houses.
Stopping at one, he rare the bell and
inquired for Mr.. Joneit He was ush-
cred into cosy parlor, I'd presently a
CHEEKY voice exclaimed:
"A6, Bianchy, old feouly, how are
you? You are just in tleN for break
FAST" And his friend camt Parlyard with
outstretched hand. sr sch
. Thanks a,t but I have hadsd oe +"
."Well, you know I'm thoraseyh- 60
ing Bohemian and / eat when 1 c.ut%
"Why, Bianchy, what is the I'd tor
with you 7" and his friend came closon i
him. "You don't look we'll. Whan
it2" -
81 did not have good night, that is
all, Jones. came, he continued, "to
ask you favor. You are going to play
the organ at the marriage of Miss Nor
mington, are you not p
"Yes, / have been asked to-"
81 want you to let me take your
place."
"Why, do you know themP'
81 know the bride very WE'LL" re-
turned Bianchy.
Certainly. have no objection. And
to tell the truth. I am very glad some
one has volunteered to take my place, be-
causa have an engagement ON that
day and l would have to break it. 1 will
let the Normingtons know you will oc-
cupy my place.
81 would rather you did not. Just let
things go on as they are. will simply,
continued Bianchy, stake your place,
that is all.
every well, and if can help you out
the same way any time, don't hesitate to
call on me, replied Jones.
Shortly afterward Bianchy withdrew.
| The day of the wedding opened bright
and beautiful. There was breath of
spring in the air that made one wish to
be out of doors. The wedding was fixed
for 4 o'clock, but long before that
hour the church was comfortably filed.
No woman-especially if she be young
can resist the fascination of wedding
1t would be hopeless to describe who
was there-the many sorts and con-
ditions of women, the upper ten, and
those who though they ought to be in
cluded in that number There they all
were, eager, expectant, and-shall we say
| it?-critical.
No one noticed slight figure steal up
to the organ loft; but shortly the music
burst forth, and the buzz of conversa-
ton stopped. There was, however,
something peculiar about the music and
more than one eye was turned toward
the loft. The groom and his best man
were seen to come out and stand to the
right of the altar. The main doors were
swung open and a bevy of bridesmaids
appeared, followed by the bride leaning
on the arm of her father. The glad
wedding march sounded. The process
sion moved up the aisle. But what had
come over the music? And what was the
matter with the beautiful bride2 With
drawing her arm from that of her father,
she glanced for moment at the organ
loft and then, putting one hand to her
! forehead, she would have fallen had not
her father caught her. "My darling,