The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1890-09-24

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Mr., Ives wayte listened wifthe most
earnest interest to the tale Of is cousin,
the schoolmaster.
Got real talent for musieh ?" said
he.
a most decided one
And poor ?"
She is answered Marcns Bat the
old lady has plenty Of money! only she
chose 10 spend it in this wayshe ought
to do So"
Plenty of money Andplenty of
prejudices, eh ?.
That is it. exactly" said Arcus. snil-
ing.
Very well. I'll promise tdo the best
ean-to oblige you, Mark. or added
Mr. Ives wsyte with genistwinkle of
the eye, see your heart ism the bus
iness.
1t is" frankly contest Marcus.
For if Della Grey could beualiied to
give music lessons, we mighbe married
and take the weirselIs acadny at once
"a day and boarding schos don't you
see? And she is the hrest little
thing"
Nr. Ives Wayte laughed
ats as good as done, 81 he.
| Ii was a dreary, rainy nia toward the
close of that dreariest mon Of all the
year-the sad Noyemberwhen there
came knock at Mrs. Blahford's door.
She was entirely alte. Thomas
Bates, the hired man, had1ne to see his
brother off on the steam for Florida,
where he was intendingo start an Or
ange orchard-Delia Grey ad been sum-
moned TO the bedside of aiek neighbor,
where she was remain It'll late But
Mrs Blatchford had yet toee the tramp,
/ the wild animal or the tamone of whom
she entertained the least ear. She got
up and went to the door. There stood a
dripping traveller on the treshold-
Is Mrs Nugent's plac near here ~
said he, taking off his hate spite Of the
rain
Bless your heart, no. said Mrs.
BIatehford. " It's nine goi miles away
on the other road. How ser came you
1 to take this road ?''
I've a parlor organ h'e," said the
music man, glaneing baSward at the
dim outline of wagonin the road,
that was TO deliver to Ms Nugent.'
@Guess you'll hardly deliver It to-
night" said Aunt Betsey. A parior or
gan, eh? For Matildy ugent? Well,
l wonder what folly shll be guilty OF
next -
Would you kindly alsw me to bring
it in here y asked Mr. les Wayte, with
his most ingratiatory air
What, in all the rair'p
@Oh, it is safely packe up in rubber
wrappings l won't injue this nice new
carpet said the blanaraseler, " that
reminds me Of one my mother has jus'
finished up in Nantucket
Yes" said she, I" you nayfeteh it in
l never seen a parlor organ. There wa
man came by with one in)lum time
with monkey at the end Of Ions
string
Oh, this is quite difrent affair,
WINGED the music man. If could sleeE
tonight in your barn"
"You needn't do that" sd Aunt Bet
sey, quite propitiated by th humble ali
of this chance visitor. Tere's spare
bedroom openin' out of thekitchen tha
you're welcome to-"
Many thanks, madam bowed th'
agent. AS | was about o remark, i
you will kindly give me ouse room
should like to play few as for you OF
this instrument. just to shG you its toni
and compass
Well," said Aunt Betse, who neye
objected to treat whiehshe could ge
for nothing, it would heather a jok'
for me to hear Matiidy hgents orgar
afore she heard it hersel wouldn't il
now guess, young man you can pu
it upif it amt too much touble."
The music man dried himself befor
the fire. He refreshed himself with
plate of Aunt Betsey's ecellent dough
nuts and drink of her ;ider, and then
cheered both in mind nd body, he ap
Piled himself to busins, and soon Sc
the meIodeon up in te little sitting
room.
1t amt bad lookig,s said Mn
Blatchford, viewing it n-ditaiiyely.
Mr.. Ives Wayte sat down before tn
instrument, and touches it With maste
hand.
He played Rock of lges,a Shinin
shore" Bruce's address Killarney,
and a few such age-wrn veterans {
melody.
Kin you play Old Iosin the Bow
suddenly demanded Amt BetseY, wit
something like tears in Ter eyes
Il Il think can,r said Mr.. Ives Wayt
and ne evoked the sadlr sweet chords {
the ols-time lay with cresceneo an
. Z dimnendo like the wall Of huma
voice
Seems most ike twas speakin', ? sal
Mrs, Blatchford. I never knew thel
was 50 much in the prior ogans. /
they very costly, miste 2"
. Mr.. Ives Wayte namei the price Aul
, Betsey hesitated-shooS her head-an
. pondered.
q 1t seems good dea O. money" sal
she. Bat, arter all, what's money An
Della, she's dreadful fend of music II
. most certain she could earn to play tn
instrument, and it sorto' sounds nice
hear them old-fashiond tunes that fol-
used to sing when | wal gall My mo-
; ey's my own, guess, u do as Pm mir
: tol' half defiantiy. ~And viii / 50
Mr.. Musicman, If you cave that melod
: on Just where it stand, and cart up a
t other for Matildy Nugnt, III take it ar
pay you cash down for it, said Nj
| Blatchford. There, low-"
r @Well.p said he, snee you desire
think it might bemanaged- The
5 strumen; is here Tint counts for som
: thing"
~Ifs proper, slightly said Mrs. Blate