Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-01-17

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or hate, he was as stead asst as rock.
And lad set his q ectloa Il on
| Blanche Atwood This was a secret that
| he did not care to own even to his own
soul. She was anO her mans vie, and
was, and ever woul be TO him, a sacred
being of whom even to think di7respect-
fully would be mo tai sin. Yet John
| Delan y loved he -ay loved hef with a
wild alteration unknown to men Of q self
ish easy gong temperament, such as
George Atwood.
"And now must he OF" said Jack,
after moments silence.
''Will you be home to sup err" asked
Mary.
let me see. No There was man
at the Atwoods' last night who asked me
TO go 10 his rooms this evening. lie was
not much in my style Indeed some
how or other took great dislike to him. +"
''Ah, Jack, remarked Mrs. Delaney,
''you are so quick TO take likes and dis
! likesl'
ayes; l canno- help it," he replied.
az don find that | am o ten mistaken
though. However, could not very well
decline this man invitation. Indeed At
wood accepted for me; and am to dine
with him somewhere, and 20 to Captain
s urgis's roo afterwards.
Captain Sturgis?" echoed his mother.
~ es. Sturgs. l don't know where
Atwood picked him up. lie seemed a
well-dressed plausible sort of fellow
q man about town, l should say; but why
| conceived such an intense aversion TO
him / can't say"
q, ear Jack" exclaimed his sister,
''your henrt Is ever on your sleeve you
ar ready TO give where you pit even to
the first hegSar you meet m the street.
That is the root Of all your socialism -
your sympathy for the distressed. No,
Jack don't interrupt me, reedom of
speech, you know We're all entitled TO
our Opin ons, as you said ust now. But
an evil nature, be l. ever so Dnely dressed
up, sets the dear boy hair up like that of
terrier smelling at "
''After that noble smile replied Jack,
laughing, II think l had better be OFF.
Goodbye mater dear; | shall not see
either OF you aga unit this time to-mOr-
row. for YOU will both be in bel when
come home. "
unctually at seven o'clock that eve
ming John Delaney met Mr.. Atw cd upon
the steps Of a popular West n 4 restaurant.
"Well, ack, " Mr.. = two q remarked,
as soon as they had seated themselves
what have you been up to all day! Usual
work-eh? Paragraphs tor the million?
Well, after all there's nothing like work
to Keep one out OF mischie -
The had nearly finished their dinner
before George Atwood felt himself in a
proper humor TO- conversation. \ bottle
of champagne and a good menu gener ally
had The eject of making HIM n prince of
good con panions. lie forgot his wre ched
daily annoyances, as he called being eX-
pected To pay for luXures ~ which his
limited income did not en'itle him, and
for the time being was as nearly as posi-
BILE happy man
AS for his wife's anXieties, they were
nothing more to him than part Of his
own ill-luck, Women were born to bear
all that sort of thing. lie considered; an |.
II the eXchequer went wrong. il was ute
pardonable from his point of view to go
wrong too. and anathema ise everything
and everybody in general.
"a nee day I've had of II, Jack " he
remarked presently. Il felt in the humOr
to write. and thought woald knock out
sketch for a story suitable for a weekly
or something of that sort. telie g they
pay pretty well. 20 went into my den
and got all my writing gear in order.
Hou know the dem is on the side Of the
house adj dining No. ,. A family took
possession Of No. . a few months AGO,
and they are very much given to music.
Now our piano can't annoy anybody, be-
cause 1t is against the outside wall Of the
house, but my neighbor Is against the
PARTON wall. Very well had no sooner
begun to think out my pot than she COM
menced to play. she. | said 10 myself,
as women never have anything to do in
the morning save to annoy. My good
ness. jingle, jinIe, jingle -. 'e
~ toF, fearfuly ont of time, wrong
notes, sputter, splash, try back. Oh it
was awful. | got up and threw the fire.
irons about. No effect; tn n, She by
way OF variation made lame attempt at
the Sultan s Polka which changed sud-
denly into God Bless the Prince of
Wales. | upset some chairs, sla umed
the window up and down, shouted. If
anybody had been passing down the
street ust hen he or she must have
though / had suddenl. e ne mad-so
had. OF a bit of use; might iuss rs
well have rem ined sane. She only
changed he tune to the Soldiers Chou
us, time and ecution something CT ell
AT last ! found writing quite out of the
question.
so should think, agreed Jack,
laughing.
IL did, upon my word, / found In the
course of two hours had W.T. item three
lines and they were utter nonsense. s
for the plot OF the story, it had gone clean
out of nv head had not an idea left.
So l went into another room and wrote a
polite letter, with my compl ments, =
ceir'0, begging the unknown performer
to deSist or to remove the piano o he
opposite wall
''Well. what was the result?" inquired
Jack
81 got letter back in a mans hand
writing saying
Sir am extremely sorry you don't
like my usic-pe0 10 think l am ra her
dab at 1t. 4 was not Mrs. Walker play
ing, as you imagined she is a We y diff
ferent performer; but you may perhaps
have an opportunity of Judging bet cen
her playing and mine, as she intends
practising In future in the afterno N. l
prefer the morning. In the evening we
generally take it In turns Blythe by. If
you could manage 10 keep your children
from romplng round the nursery every
morning, as the ersistently do, from six
to nine a. m. thiuk | might ossibly
md a osition for our iano where 1t
would be less annoying to you.