Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-06-14

not play the agreeable rattle, which he
had done in so many New York drawing
rooms, make what effort he might.
The girls grace and stateliness aWed
him, although there was a certain some
thing Of friendliness in the tones OF her
well-mOdulated voice which was not al
together unfamiliar to his ear.
When the visit ended he earnestly re-
cuested permission TO call again, which
permission was graciOusly granted.
He left feeling that he had met his fate.
The next morning, taking the same pas
sage, he met the pretty chamEermaid with
the silk handkerchief tied around her
pretty head.
these women, he said to himself,
know all the gossip of the neighborhood.
I'll find out from this little mink what
sort of a person Miss Spencer is. APP
preaching the figure, he assumed a gal
liant air, and remarking that he was In
musical mood, sang with much expression
and feeling:
Had L heart for faIsehood framed
1 ne'er could inJure you;
For though your tongue no promise claimed
Your charms would keep me true.
She smiled, and when questioned about
Miss Spencer, said she knew the young
lady, and then adrOitly asked:
What do you think of her, siF?"
Pretty we'll for a Western girl; but she
is too cold. Now, if you were only in her
place-and, by the way, I'm sorry you are
nOt-I'd propose at once"
The girl blushed but was fortunately
relieved from her embarrassment by the
approach of the hOusekeeper, on whom
Clinton, as he hurried away, never be-
slowed a glance.
His second visit to the home Of the
Spencers was all that cordially could
make it.
Miss Spencer seemed less frigid, and,
catching the animated tone of her CONVEX
satiOn, he found himself drifting pleas
antly into a variety of topics.
OF course Miss Spencer was a proficient
musician. Her jeweled hands hOated
daintily over the ivory and drew forth
concord of sweet sounds.
How he lOnged to tell her how ardently
he adored her, but etiquette and the
proprieties Of fashionable life forbade
such an impetuOus proceeding.
AS she arose from the piano she insist
ed on his sitting down and singing.
4 never sing, he laughed. The last
time I attempted it was at church meet
ing, when the choir stopped and looked at
me in astOnishment. Since then I never
sung a note"
Are you sure that was the last timer"
yes, positively.
q know you sing, and will take no de-
NAL. Here is a copy of MOore's melodies;
that beautiful song, commencing Believe
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exactly suits your voice, but perhaps you
would prefer that one with the line be-
ginning, Had I a heart for falsehOOd
framed"
He looked puzzled, and was utterly as
tonished when, taking a silk handkerchief,
she wound it picturesquely around her
head, and then Ida, the chambermaid of
the hotel, stood before him.
This is an extraordinary transfOrma-
ton and an extraordinary mystery!" he
exclaimed in establishment.
A silVery laugh greeted him and eI-
plantations followed. Their house adjOined
the rear of the hotel, and in former times
was connected with it, but a door had
closed the passage, which could be opened
from the Spencer residence. Miss Spen-
Ger was very fond of painting, and had
studio fitted up in the upper story for her
accommodation. 1t was a Whim to wear
silk handkerchief a la PharaOh's daughter
around her head while at work. Feeling
the air close, she had opened the door lead
ing to the hotel on the first occasion, and
was much surprised to receive the unex-
pected visit.
How come it opened the second time?"
he queried with a smile.
She blushed and made no reply.
The visit was not altogether distasteful,
then?"
She bowed her head and was silent
The opportunity had come. She knew
his feeling. They sang the song together,
each felt that VOWS were being pIighted,
and around each heart they would inter
Irvine and render verdant and fresh, like
the ivy, the ruin that destroying age would
invariably work.