The Republican., 1890-09-19
ness. I'll send him to see your

"Well," smiled Marcus. 1--WE will
see."
Mr.. Ives Wayte listened with the
most earnest interest to the tale of
his cousin, the school master.
"Got a;real talent for music, eh ?'
said he.
"A most decided one"
"And poorW
"She is" answered Marcus. but
the old lady has plenty of money, if
only she chose to spend it in this way;
aud she ought to do So"
PLENTY of money and plenty of
prejudice, eh ?''
s.That's it. exactly" said Marcus,
smiling.
"VeIy well. III promise to do the
best l can - to oblige you, Mark.
For" added Mr.. Ives Wayte. with
genial twinkle of the eye. II see your
heart is in The business"
at is" frankly confess Marcus, "for
if Della Grey could be qualified to
give music lessons we might be mar
ried and take the Weirsell's Acade-
my at once-a day and boarding
school, don't you see? And she is
the dearest little thing"
Mr.. IYes Wayte laughed.
"It is as good as done, Mark"
said he.
1t was a dreary, rainy night to-
ward the close of that dreariest month
OF the year,-the sad November
when there came a rap at Mrs.
Biauchford's door. She was all alone,
Thomas Bates, the hired man, had
gone to see his brother Off on the
steamer for Florida, where he was
intending to start an orange orchard.
Della Gray had been summoned to
the bedside Of sick neighbOr, where
she was to remain until late. But
MIS- bldChl'bu IId'i } CT w SeC IlIS
tramp, the wild animal or the tame
one of whom she entertained the
least fear. so she got up and went to
the door. There stood a drippiug
traveller on the threshold.
''I4 Mrs. .Nugent's place near here?"
said he, taking off his cap in spite OF
the rain.
Bless YOUR heart, 10 ~ said Mrs.
Biarhiurd. ITS nine good miles to
her place, away on the other road.
However came you to take this
way ?"
"I've a parlor organ here" said
the music man, gIancing backward
al the dim outlines of Il wagon in
the road, "that l was to dellyer to
Miss Nugent."
"Guess vCu'II hardly deliver il TO-
night" said Aunt Betsy. "A parIor
organ. eh ? For Matilda Nugent =?
Well, / wonder what folly she'll be
guilty of next"
"WOuld Yon kindly allow me to
put it in here?" asked Mr.. Ives
Wayte, with his most ingratiatory
air.
"What! In all the rain ?"
son, it's safely packed in rubber
wrappings. 1t won't injure this nice,
new carpet" said the bland traveller,
THAT reminds me of one nv mother
Just finished up in Nantucket"
Eyes, said she, "you may fetch it
in. | never seen parlor organ.
There was man came by with one
in plum time with monkey at the
end off long string"-
"Oh! this is quite different af-
fair" WINGED the music man. "lf l
could sleep tonight in your barn"-
You needn't do that" said Aunt
Betsy. quite propitiated by the hum
BILE air and manner of this chance
visitor. "There's the spare bed
room that opens out of the Kitchen
that you're welcome to-"
MANY thanks. madam" bowed
the agent. LAS [ was about TO re-
mark, if you will kindly give me the
hOuse-.oom should like to play a
few airs for you on this instrument,
lust to show its tone and compass. "
"WelI," said Aunt Betsy, who
never objected to treat which she
could get for nothing. ''it would be
rather a joke for me to hear Matilda
Nugent's organ afore she heard il
herself, wouldn't it, now? l guess
young man, you may put it up if il
ain't too much trouble"
The music man dried himself be-
fore the fire. He refreshed himsel
with a plate of Aunt Betsy's excel
lent doughnuts and drank a glass o.
cider, and then. cheered both in mine
and body, he applied himself to bus
mess and soon got the melOdeon uI
in the little siti;ng-room.
cit amt b8d-lookin'." said Mrs
Blachford, viewing it meditativeIy
Mr.. Wavte sat down before the in
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