Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-11-29

Della Grey had been summoned to the
bedside of sick neighbor, where she
was to remain until late. But Mrs
Blatchford had yet to see the tramp, the
wild animal or the tame one of whom
she entertained the least fear She got
up and went to the door. There stood a
dripping traveller on the threshold.
SIS Mrs. Nugent's place near here?'
said he, taking off his cap in spite of the
rain.
'Bless your heart, nor said Mrs.
Blatchford. Its nine good miles away
on the other road. How ever came you
to take this way?"
1--we parlor organ here" said the
music man, glancing backward at the
dim outline of a wagon in the road,
''that was to deliver to Miss Nugent"
"Guess you'll hardly deliver 1T to-
night" said Aunt Betsey. "a parlor
organ, Ell? For Matildy Nugent? Well,
l wonder what folly she'll be guilty Of
next"
Would you kindly allow me to bring
it in here?' asked Mr.. Ives Wayte, with
his most ingratiatory air.
"What, in all the rain?"
"Oh, it is safely packed in rubber
wrappings. 1t won't injure this nice
new carpet" said the bland traveller,
s'that reminds me of one my mother has
just finished up in Nantucket"
Yes" said she, you may fetch it in.
l never seen a parlor organ. There was
man came by with one in plum time
with monkey at the end of long
string
"Oh, this is quite different affair, "
WINGED the music man. IF l could sleep
tonight in your barn
You needn't do that, said Aunt Bet
sey, quite propitiated by the humble air
and manner of this chance visitor
"There's a spare bedroom openin' out of
the kitchen that you're welcome to-"
MANY thanks, madam bowed the
agent. Gas l was about to remark, if
you will kindly give me house room l
should like to play a few airs for you on
this instrument, just to show you its
tune and compass"
well" said Aunt Betsey, who never
objected to treat which she could get
for nothing, lit would be rather Il Joke
for me to hear Matildy Nugent's organ
afore she heard it herself, wouldn't il.
now? guess, young man, you may put
it up if it amt too much trouble"
The music man dried himself before
the fire. He refreshed himself with
plate of Aunt Betsey's excellent dough-
nuts and drink of her cider, and then,
cheered both in mind and body, he APP
piled himself to business and soon set
the melodeon up i'll the little sitting
room.
1T amt bad lOokin'," said Mrs. Batch
ford, viewing it meditatively.
Mr.. Ives Wayte sat down before the
instrument, and touched it with master
hand.
He played Rock of Ages" Shining
Shore" ''Bruce's Address, Killarney
and few such age worn veterans of
melody.
kin you play old Rosin the Bow >"
suddenly demanded Aunt Betsey with
something like tears in her eyes.
81 think l cam" said Mr.. Ives Wayte,
and he evoked the sadly sweet chords of
the old time lay with ''crescendo' and
"diminuendo" like the wall of human
voice.
Seems most like 'twis speakin'," said
Mrs. Blatchford. 'Inever knowed tl@re
was so much in the parlor organs. Be
they very costly, mister"
Mr.. Ives Wayte named the price.
Aunt Betsey hesitated-shook her head
-pOndered.
1T seems a good deal O money" said
she. But, arter all, what's money? And
Della, she's dredful fond O. music. I'm
most certain she could learn to play that
there instrument, and it sort O. sounds
nice to hear them old fashioned tunes
that folks used to sing when l was gal!
My moneys my own, guess, to do as
I'm mind to-" half deiantly. "And |
will! say, Mr.. Musicman, if you leave
that melodeon just there where it stands,
and cart up another for Matildy Nugent,
I'll take it, and pay you cash down for
it." said Mrs. Blatchford. There now!"
"Well," said he, ''since you desire it,
think it might be managed. The instru-
mentis here. That counts for something. ;"
cts proper slightly" said Mrs. Batch
ford. Della has been good, hard work
in girl. Play that last tune over again,
Mr.. Musicman-she's comm up the path
now. heerd the gate latch creak.'' .
cam I drea.ning:' she cried. what
is this? How came it here? Oh, Aunt
Betsey"--
Its present I'm goin' to make you,
Della" said the old lady, with beaming
eyes. "Come here and kiss me!' And
I'll hire Miss Barton to give you music
lessons-and We'll take solid comfort out
O this ere! See if we don'tr'
The music man pocketed roll of bills
and went his way rejoicing. Marcus
Wayte heard the tidings with great Joy
Little Miss Barton welcomed the news
of a new scholar with heartfelt thank
fulness-and Aunt Betsey went around
the house humming ''Those Evening
Bells and wiping the dust off a new joy
every few minutes.
''lts something to get ahead o. Matildy
! Nugent," said She And Delia's been a
| good, dutiful gal all her lifer
Didn't l tell you it was as good as
done?" said Ives Wayte to his cousin
when next they met.
81 think" said Marcus, laughing, 'you
ought to have diplomatic appoint
/ ment."
at pays better to be an agent" OBJ
served the music man omposedly.-To-
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