Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1889-06-20

come andask her himself to arrange her
practice for the hours he was absent, he
knew she did not mean him to come ut
10.3 p. m.
MADAM" he began, "allow me to
apologize"
The lady at the piano had her
back to him, and the room was so dimly
lighted that she sat in deep shadow
gave start, but she did not look around,
and she did not stop playing. Tho pro
lessor felt so obviously i'll the wrong that
courtesy, tact and temper deserted him
at the same moment. But he make a
fresh start.
'Madam," he repeated, 81 do not in
trude upon you for pleasure. como
because You refuse to receive IL message,
and / cannot wait until tomorrow.
| Will you allow me to make my request
and to be gomez Your music is distract
ing"
With clashing of chords, and sud-
den sweep of her fingers over the keys,
Mrs. Vernon stopped-closed the piano
pressed. her hands for q moment to
her temples, rose and faced her visitor.
She was beautiful woman in the
very fullest bloom of life and loneliness;
small of stature $50 small indeed that
| the professor looked tall beside her, and
he was by no means n giant, but ex-
quisitely formed and very graceful. Hen
fine gray eyes had y mischievous light
in them rs she bent item upon the
startled man who had aIfNG}y retreated
u step or two, but there wasA>a note g
suppressed pain in her voico>,a =
said:
81 am sorry time has not less
your antipathy to my music, Ma5Asa
duke" 49,
The professor said not word, s SS
before Mrs. Vernon could evade fffs y
caught her in his arms and ONESSSfs;
as ten years before he had kiss sSsstyt \,
their wedding day. .s
'Margery My wife, he'd
length, as he held her from liz - y
into her eyes.
What he read therein must hsne oes.
isfied him (and he was hard to q
all his pupils knew, for he drYTU
into his arms again, and, being st5
than she, she could not get away.vAj
"But you hate Chopin still, F" shea
at last; sand my rival, the microsc6F r
is more formidable than ever"
''You may play Chopin from morning
until night if you will forgive me and
love me again Margery."
"You have more to forgive than /,
the true woman answered, as she put up
her hand and gently stroked the face
which looked older and more marred
that when she had seen it last; 81 am
ashamed when l think how horrid 1
was. But, let me whisper it, | thought
YOU loved those dreadful worms and
things better than your wife, and l was
afraid l was too young, and
"And SO we lost ten years of happi-
ness" he answered as her voice broke
with sob, but, although his voice was
sad and rather stern he stopped and
fondly kissed away the mist of tears from
her eyes.
1t was some days before the Teesdales
heard anything of the professor. Then
came q note from him from the Isle of
Wight. 81 found Margery playing Cho-
pin on the third floor" he wrote. "The
microscope has holiday, and we are
enjoying a second honeymoon. l like
it."
! Quoth Mr.. Teesdale: "She's mil
lion times too good for that eantanker.
GUS little bookworm." Quoth Mrs. T.
81 am sure 1 hope she will be sensible
\now and treat him properly. Too good
! Sor himl Good gracious Why, he is q
l Aeriect angel. do not know a woman
n to tie his shoes.
/ NIargery was of the same opinion, but
n p always tied the professors. boston