The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-04-26
MAGICAL MUSIC.

Miss Macleod passed the newspaper to
her nephew.
4Look at that, she said. She had her
finger on an advertisement. He looked at
4. This il what he read:
q clergyman, having large family en-
tirely dependent ON him, is compelled to
ezcrifce unique set of apostle spoons
Twelve large, twelve small, silver gilt, in
handsome case. Being in urgent want of
money trilc will be accepted. Quite
new. Would make a handsome present.
Approval willingly. Letters only. Po-
mona Villa. Ladbroke Grove, W."
What do you think Of it2" inquired
! che lady.
The Rev. Alan smoothed the paper with
Ms hand.
mot much, y he yentured to remark.
ssPut on your hat and come with me.
I'm going to buy them"
Ny dear aunt!''
"They will do for wedding present for
Clara Leach. Other people can marry if
you can -
The Rev. Alan sighed. He had been
having bad quarter Of an hour. He was
: little, freckicd. sandy haired, short
sighted man. One of those short-sighted
xncn whose spectacles require continual
settling in their place on the bridge of the
Nose. Such as he was, he was the only
hope Of an ancient race-the only male
hope, that is.
Alan was an orphan, and the only re-
manning hope of his old family, heir also
70 the fortune of his aunt Janet.
Janet was q spinster. She had ideas Of
her own, and plenty Of them. Her DOM
fuant idea was that in her nephew the
family sun should rise again in splendor.
But alas for the perversity of fate! The
boy passed from public school to the uni
vcrsity, and from the university --after
1tsugRlc-into the church. This was bad
enough for son of his father and the heir
70 his aunt's 10000 year, but what fol-
lowed was infinitely worse. He became
Ritualist of the Ritualists-more Roman
than the Romans-and the motto which
he nailed 10 the mast was .celibacy of the
clergyl'
Her nephew's conduct almost drove
Miss Janet mad. Two wives she might
have forgivcn-but none! In season and
0ut 81 season she preached to him the
duty Of marriage, but what she regarded
q = duty he regarded as a crime. She
spoke Of an heir; he dreamt of being heir
20 the skies. To speak of disinheriting
himWas to pander to his tastes. The in
como from his curacy was f7O pounds q
year--and he lived on It. The money sent
him By his aunt he surrendered to the
church and to the poor. What availed it
70 pfsach Of disinheritance to man who
behaved ike that?
And yet, in his own peculiar way, he
was good nephew to his aunt. He was
The 41eekest, ugliest, shycst, awkwardest
Of men. His curacy was at place on the
Suffolk coast called Swat ham-on-Sea.
From these wilds he was perpetually being
urnponed by his aunt to attend on her
In her house in town. Although, possibly
because he was that kind of man, these
visits weTc anything but occasions of
pleasure, he generally obeyed the sum-
mons On the present occasion. it was
the SECOND day OF his stay under his aunt 5
hospitabie roof in Cadogan place. From
the moment of his arrival She had con-
ttnuAlly reviled him. She had suggested
es wives some two score eligible young
women. from earls' daughters To confec-
TONERS assistants. She had arrived at
that state Of mind in which, if he would
only marry. she would have welcomed a
cook. In his awkward, stammering way
he had vetoed them all. Then she had
rated him for an hour aud three-quarters
by the clock. Finally. exhausted by her
efforts, she had caught up the paper in a
rage. The Rev. Alan watched her in
eilence as she read it, lingering little
book of prayers he had in his waistcoat
pocket
All at once she had thrust the advertise.
ment sheet of the paper underneath his
nose. with the exclamation:
Look at thatr'
lie looked at il, and had read the ad.
vertiseinent reproduced above.
Don't sit there like stuck dummy, y
observed Miss Macleod, whose English, in
her moments of excitement, was more
than peculiar. Go out and get the thine
that you call hat hat"' Miss Macleod
.nifsed: III YOU had appeared in the streets
IN my day With such a thing on your head
people would have thought tina, Guy
Fawk's day was come again.
As Miss Macleod grasped her nephew by
the shoulder with q sufficiently muscular
grasp the Rev. Alan put on his hat and
went with her. The day was hot and
Alan poor pedestrian. When they ar
rived ne WAS In pitable state OF heat ana
excitement.
Pomona villa proved TO be little house
which stood back at some distance from
the road. just as they reached il the door
was opened. shut again With bang, and
gentleman came Fastening out of tn.
house as though he were pressed fos time
He was tall, portly person, with yer,
sco whiskers, and u complexion which
was even more vivid than his whiskers
lie was attired III what might be calico
fecellections OF clerical costume, and wa.
without hat. He appeared To be yer,
much distressed either in body or in mind
Just rs he laid his hand ON the handle or
one side of tbs gate Miss Macleod grasped
u on the other Brought il this way I'm
expectedly face To face, he stared az tn,
lady and the lady stared at him.
''She's At il again." he cried
Sir" exclaimed Miss Macleod. Sh,
drew herselfnp.
Il beg your pardon" The gentleman
rn the other side of the gate produced ,
very dirty pocket handkerchief ane
morped his head and face with i,
II thought IL was a friend of mine"
lis this Pomona Villag" asked Mis-
Macleod.
The bare-headea man looked up anc
down, and round about, and seemed a
though he were more than half dispose
10 say II wasn't. Bat as the name wa
painted over the ton bar of the wooder
gate, within twelve inches of the lady,
nose, he perhaps deemed i, wiser {,
Ensemble
"Nhat--what nameI" he s,ammered.
We come about the apostle spoons"
The apostle spoons Oh ~ The bare
heated man looked blank
Perhaps you viii allow me 10 enter"
Miss Macleod did not Wal. for the re
qulred permission. hat pushed the CAT,
opeu aitd satesea. Her nephew salit,sses
et her aeels. he bare beaded man ssarot
~ TIC kes. Alan. and the Rev Alan at hin