Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-12-05

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
dripping traveller on the threshold
''Is Mrs. Nugent's place near here"
said he, taking off his cap in spite OF the
rain.
"Bless your heart, MOI" said Mrs.
Blatchford ats nine good miles away
on the other road. How ever came you
to take this way?'
1--WE a parlor organ here" said the
music man, glancing backward at the
dim outline of 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,
''that reminds me of one my mother has
Just finished up in Nantucket"
"Yes," said she, you may fetch it in.
| never seen a parlor organ. There was
man came by with one in plum time
with a monkey at the end Of long
string
''Oh, this is quite different affair, >"
WINGED the music man. ''lf | 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 spare bedroom openin' out OF
the kitchen that you're welcome to-"
MANY thanks, madam, bowed the
agent. "As | was about to remark, il
/ You will kindly give me house room
should like to play few airs for you on
1 this instrument, just to show you its
4 tune and compass"
"Well," said Aunt Betsey, who never
objected to treat which she could get
! for nothing, sit would be rather IL joke
/ for me to hear Matildy Nugents 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 a
plate of Aunt Betsey's excellent dough
nuts and a 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. Blatch-
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.
II think | cam" said Mr.. Ives Wayte
and he evoked the sadly sweet chords o.
the old time lay with ''crescendo' ant
"diminuendo" like the wall of human
voice.
Seems most like 'twis speakin'," sale
Mrs Blatchford. II never knowed there
was so much in the parlor organs. b
they very costly, mister?'
Mr. Ives Wayte named the price
Aunt Betsey hesitated-shook her heat
-pondered.
1T seems good deal o money" sale
she. But, arter all, what's money? An(
Della, she's dredful fond o music. In
most certain she could learn to play tina
there instrument, and it sort o sound
nice to hear them old fashioned tune
that folks used to sing when | was a gal
My moneys my own, | guess, to do Il
I'm mind tor half defantly. "And
will l say Mr.. Musicman, if you leav
that melodeon just there where it stands
and cart up another for Matildy Nugent
I'll take it, and pay you cash down 70
it," said Mrs. Blatchford. There nowl
well" said he, 'since you desire it,
think it might be managed. The instru
mentis here. That counts forsomething
"lt's proper slightly" said Mrs. Blatch
ford. Della has been good, hard work
in girl Play that last tune over again
Mr.. Musicman-shes comm up the pat
, now. heerd the gate latch creak."
''Am | drea4ning?' she cried. "Wha
is this? How came it here? Oh, Aun
Betsey"--
ITS present I'm goin' to make you
Della" said the old lady, with beamini
eyes. Come here and kiss mel" An,
I'll hire Miss Barton to give you musi
y, lessons-and Wen take solid comfort on
o this ere! See if we DON'T"
The music man pocketed a roll of bill
and went his way rejoicing. March,
Wayte heard the tidings with great joy
Little Miss Barton welcomed the new
of a new scholar with heartfelt thank
fulness-and Aunt Betsey went aroun
the house humming "Those Evening
Bells and wiping the dust off new jo
every few minutes.
Its something to get ahead O. Matild
Nugent,' said she. And Delia's been
good, dutiful gal all her hfe!"
Didn't | tell you it was as good a
done?" said Ives Wayte to his cousi
when next they met.
Il think" said Marcus, laughing, ''yo
ought to have diplomatic appoint
ment."
at pays better to be an agent" oil
served the music man composedly.-Tc
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