New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-09-15

An sair WI his love he did deeve me;
tauld him there's naething hated like men
The deuce gae VII him TO believe meT
The voice about thin and poor as 81 could
be. unsteady, but 1t fun OF expressive power
and almost brought up the physical presence OF the
saucy scotch lass, the words ringing out with accurato
dstinctness.
OF course the singer was Mrs. Minor. / ooked
in through the open door and that Mr.. Georgs
was standing close behind her IN the position In which
man IS said to be hanging over a lady's chair.
lie had not yet removed his eye glass, and
that fact together with his memory Of
the words Mrs. Minor had spoken u
the supper table, his face expression of grind
ing despair.
When the lady rose i heard Mrs. Ripley remark that
them Kind Of songs did to her exactly
the thing for lady to sing. She did not think they
thems
IL was now Mr.. Georges turn. lie glared contlnu.
seemed sor ana sang ~ an uniorea sS srs
these words-and more like them
How can leave thee,
How can bear 10 partI
Tha, thou hast all my heart,
some one touched my arm. There was Mr. Pollard's
100 dark for me 10 II be laughing or sobons
The land alve!' he exclaimed in thick whisper,
oughter box HIS ears "
No one boxed his ears, however, and Mrs. Minor
Tor that night at least.
In the lull that followed the young mans efortss
Mrs. Peters's shriH voice heard saying she cx.
pected her husband with the wagon every minuio,
m she didn't know but she oughter be gttin' on
her things, for II there thing Lcmuei wouldnt
do, twas TO wait.
The Poarts protested II was not late. Besides.'
Cried out Mlniy We haven't had pictures taken.'
Ihon there was running TO aud fro by the Pollard
women; some awed Whispering among the company;
look OF tragic anxiety on Mrs. Peters's face least
Lemuei should come and she not have hor things
She said she didn't knows she could ever mako
him understand that she couldn't help It; and shs
added pathe tcaily that she did sometimes wish that
Lemnel did have a grain of patience.
L saw Mr. George with my camera In his hands!
There was a great deal OF hustling and whispering.
suddenly there was darkness, fash OF light through
the room snap OF the shutter across the lens!
At that very instant there came a sound OF wbees
In the road mans tone said "whoa :, and stimuli.
taneously Mrs Peters sprang up IN the darkness and
cried. affrightedy,
O. That's Lemuel Oh. whore be nv thingsl" A
lamp was brought in by Mnty. Mrs Pollard tried to
help Mrs Peters but only hindered her and that poor
woman hurried down over the pebbed walk. STUN
bling, aud putting on her bonnet as she went:
While the rest OF us were leisIrely arraying our.
selves for departure. the clock struck nine. Mr..
George said he would send each of us a copy Of the
picture he had taken. that we might have mementQ
OF pleasant evening lie was now radiant. leil
that Mrs Minor must have given him another
smile Besides, he had taken the glass from his
eye.
A week later when had said good-by 10 the Pol
lard neghborhood. and had gone whore there
postofice. received my copy. and this is what tbs
picture portrayed:
A seTaphine with woman standing beside ID.
The woman looked clear and brilliant and smiling IN
the light; the rest was black with curious hints OF
heads and faces.
was NOT sorry 10 have this likeness Of Mrs. Minor;
and ] wondered how many Mr.. George would pre-
serve for his own delectation.