Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-05-23

come andask her himself to arrange her
practice for the hours he was absent, he
knew she did not mean him to come at
1870 p. m.
MADAM" he began, "allow me to
apologize"
The lady at the piano-she had her
back to him, and the room was SO dimly
lighted that she sat in deep shadow
gave n start, but she did not look around
and she did not stop playing. The pro-
fessOr felt SO obviously in the wrong that
courtesy, tact and temper deserted him
at the same moment. But he make a
fresh start.
MADAM" he repeated, ST do not in
trude upon you for pleasure. come
because you refuse to receive 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 moment to
her temples, rose and faced her visitor.
She was beautiful woman in the
very fullest bloom of life and loveliness;
small of stature $50 small indeed that
the professor looked tall beside her, and
he was by no means q giant, but ex-
quisitely formed al d very graceful. Her
fine gray eyes had mischievous light
in them as she bent them upon the
startled man who had already retreated
a step or two, but there was q note of
suppressed pain in her voice as she
said:
81 am sorry time has not lessened
your antipathy to my music, Marma-
duke"
The professor said not q word, but,
before Mrs. Vernon could evade him, he
caught her in his arms and kissed her
as ten years before he had kissed her on
their wedding day.
'Margery My wife !" he cried at
length, as he held her from him to look
into her eyes.
What he read therein must have sat
isfied him land he was hard to please,
all his pupils knew, for he drew her
into his arms again, and, being stronger
than she, she could not get away.
''But you hate Chopin still, she said
at last; "and my rival, the microscope,
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 i,
the true woman answered, as she put up
her hand and gently stroked the face
which looked older and more married
that when she had seen it last; II am
when / think how horrid /
was. But, let me whisper it, / thought
YOU loved those dreadful worms and
things better than your wife, and was
afraid / 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
iondly kissed away the mist Of tears from
ler eyes.
1t was some days before the Teesdales
heard anything Of the professor. Then
anne a note from him from the Isle Of
Wight. 81 found Margery playing Cho-
Din ON the third floor, he wrote. ''The
has holiday, and we are
a second honeymoon. ! like
I.
Quoth Mr.. Teesdale: "She's n mil
ion times too good for that cantanker-
nus little bookworm. Quoth Mrs. T:
Il am sure hope she will be sensible |
low and treat him properly. Too good
or him Good gracious Why, he is a
perfect angel. l do not know woman
1t 10 tie his shoes"
Margery was of the same opinion, but /
he always tied the professor boston
Beacon.