The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1890-08-09


~. intending 60 start an orange orchard.
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.
Is Mrs. Nugent's place near hereT'
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 wayq"
I've a parlor organ here said the
music man, glancing backward at the
dim outline of wagon in the road,
Chat was to deliver to Miss Nugent.' '
Guess You'll hardly deliver It to.
night" said Aunt Betsey. "a parlor
organ, eh2 For Matildy Nugent? Well.
wonder what folly she'll be guilty Of
next"
Would you kindly allow me to bring
it in hereF" asked Mr.. Ives Wayte, with
his most ingratiatory air
What, in all the rain?"
"Oh it is safely packed in rubber
wrappings. It won't iniure this nice
new carpet" said the bland traveller.
chat reminds me of ono my mother has
just finished up in Nantucket
"Yes," said She, you may fetch it in.
never seen a parlor organ. There was
a man came by with enc in plum time
with monkey at the end Of a long
string"-
ooh, this is quite a different affair" +"
WINGED the music man. eff l could sleep
tonight in your barn.
"You needn't do that said Aunt Bet
sey, quite propitiated by the hunble-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 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, sit would be rather a Joke
for me to hear Matildy Nugents organ
afore she heard it herself, wouldn't it.
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 a
plate of Aunt Betsey's excellent dough-
nuts and drink of her cider, and then,
cheered both in mind and body, he an
piled himself to business and soon set
the melodeon up in the little sitting
room.
'It amt bad looloin', " said Mrs. Blatch-
ford, viewing it meditatively.
Mr.. Ives Wayte sat down before the
instrument, and toucheditwitha a master
hand.
He played "Rock of Ages" Shining
Shore" ''Bruces 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 can" said Mr.. Ives Wayte,
and he evoked the sadly sweet chords of
the old time lay with "crescendo" and
"diminuendo" like the vail of human
voice.
"Seems most like 'twis speakin'," /" said
Mrs Blatchford. 'Inever l1nowed there
was so much in the parlor organs. Be
they very costly, mister?'
Mr.. Ives Wayte named the price.
Aunt Betsey esitated-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 was a gall
My moneys my own, guess, to do as
I'm mind tor half defiantly. "And ]
will! l 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 nowr'
We'll, said he "since you desire it,
think it might be managed. The instlu-
mentis here. That counts for something. "
''lt's proper slightly said Mrs. Blatch-
ford. ''Dela has been good, hard work
in girl. Play that last tune over again,
Mr.. Musicman-she's comm up the path
now. l heerd the gate latch crealI."
cam l dreaning?' she cried. "What
is this2 How came it here? Oh, Aunt
Betsey"-
"It's present I'm goin to make you,
Della" said the old lady, with beaming
eyes. Come here and kiss mel" And
I'll hire Miss Barton to give you music !
lessons-and we'll take solid comfort ont
O this ere! See if we don't"
The music man pocketed a roll Of bills !
and went his way rejoicing. Marcus
Wayte heard the tidings with great joy. !
Little Miss Barton welcomed the news
of 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.
'It's something to get ahead o. Matildy |
Nugent,' said she, And Delias been
good, dutiful gal all her hfel"
didn't l tell you it was as good as
doneY said Ives Wayte to his cousin
when next they met
Il think, said Marcus, laughing, you
ought TO have diplomatic appoint |
ment."
1T pays better to be an agent" OBJ
served tie music man composedly.-TO- |
ronto Neil.
A paper recently published a lengthy |
and exhaustive treatise upon Monkeys" |
and contemporary the next day CURLY |
remarked; 1t would be more interest |
ing to the readers of the -- if the edi-
tor printed news instead of making his |