Mower County transcript., 1888-01-11

PtsAA VI ~ Co WHOSE SOlG Idul1uCO was at
all times dashed with suspicious
sparkle. His own eyes rested on hers
with an expression not to be mistaken.
His heart had surrendered itself long
ago to her sweet face, of which fact
Mildred was not entirely ignorant.
The two sat down together, and
Percy Blake. with a look of determi-
nation that was almost stern, plunged
headlong into the subject that was up
permost in his mind.
''Dear Mildred" he began, 'since
teaching in your fathers school I have
found something that makes life seem
brighter than I ever thought it could
be-"
Mildred experienced little inward
trembling, and Immediately OWNED
what was coming.
'It is something" he continued earn
estly, "that has made me ambitious
and anxious above all things to be
worthy of great blessing
''Oh! am sure you are both ambi-
tious and worthy" she said, with a low,
wavering cadence.
''But not alone in my art he hesi-
tated.
''No?" Her elastic temperament was
asserting itself, and her averted eyes,
while showing no displeasure, began to
flash forth enigmatic sparkles.
NO." ne continued; "that is but a
small thing. I am ambitious to be
worthy of you, and want you for mine
through life."
He held her hand tightly, and waited
with wildly beating heart for reply.
1t came in a moment. Moving suddenly
from him. she arched her brows and
exclaimed:
''Dear me, Mr.. Blake, how extremely
sudden, and how perfectly absurd"'
Her tone of voice was slightly ele-
waited, with just a tinge of naughty re-
proach, and she had banished from her
face every vestige of expression save
that of polite surprise. He stared at
her with dull wonder, and his exhilara-
ton rapidly sank as if from a cruel
blow.
"Well, Miss Boyce," he at length
said, in a sad and mortified tone, ''if
the absurdity of what I have said i'm
presses you so strongly"
"Why, of course it does.''
''Then there remains but one thing
for me to do, and that is to very
humbly ask your pardon. Good
night
There was resentment as we'll as re-
gret in his tone and manner as he rose
and moved toward the door, leaving
Mildred Boyce still seated.
20, Professor Blake!'
"Well?" He halted and looked back.
''Won't you wait just moment? I
want you to show me something about
that ugly interrupted resolution les
son."
Il beg your pardon, Miss Boyce, but
I tried to make the subject as clear as
possible in class"
20, but you told us to come to you
if we stumbled on any knotty points"
every well," he replied, rather
stifly, "bring your music slate and
pencil
"Never mind them. Don't hold the
door open. Sit down at the piano by
me.''
He obeyed these commands, with a
dismal smile at her imperious tone.
"Now play the chords. There" Gas
she listened), isn't that the place
where the resolution is interrupted?''
"Yes."
''What a horrid place it would be to
stop!-wouldn't it?'
''Certainly; we must progress some
thing like this-''
''Wait! Don't play any more yet.
What delightful state of suspense
don't you think so?'
''There is feeling of dissatisfaction
which"
Eyes, know; just like the affecting
love story you were telling in the
class"
'Love story!' in an indignant tone.
Eyes; when the novelist makes be-
lieve every thing is coming out wrong,
and then brings about happy end
ing"
"Ab. I remember. used it as an
illustration"
"Wcll, now finish the lesson. Don't
dwell on that disagreeable minor chord
any longer" go. ..
Percy Blake humbly obeyed, and by
series of skillful changes arrived at a
satisfactory ending on the tonic chord.
"There, that is better. 1t brings one
to sense of repose. I believe that is
the proper term" &'.. :-
Eyes" .... .N. :
"How different music and novels are