The morning call., 1891-05-06
mother, why not ride your own horse

mother, why not ride your own horse
Beauty?"
Nov, mother, can explain the whole
| thing" broke in Roy. ''She does not wish
to ride with Mr.. Hilton, and she Is deter
mined to give Ben the go-by, so she is going
to mount behind Uncle Bob la her great
grandmother"
And what made you so wise, master
| Roy" asked Nan, laughing.
"a fellow must be blind when he can't
see through milestone with hole in it,
| retorted Roy.
Hold on, Roy" said Uncle Bob" don't
tease Nan too much or your next months
allowance may come up missing"
But really, Mamie, why not ride Beau
Uncle Bob"
Come. come, Fannie; jast let Mamie
| alone. She shall go as she pleases," SAID
Uncle Bob.
"WnlIul Nan maun haze her way" haz-
arded Roy, and darted out of the room to
the front porch, where he was heard dane
ing hoe-doWn to the darby lingo:
Juba up an tuba down,
Juba All arOun de town;
Juba dis an juba dat,
Juba skin de yellow cat.
Juba, jUba.
Then springng down the stems he started
Tor race around the grounds with Nero,
the large Newfoundland dog.
"Roy'S songs are more torcible than ele-
CANT" remarked Lizzie
What will do with the bOy?" sighed his
mother
Just let him alone. Sister Bess." said
Uncle Bob; she will come out all right. His
heart is in the right place."
After supper Nan sat down to the piano
and played, with her light touch, Fresh
Life" Mans playing was marvel TO every
one who heard her. She had but little in
structi0n, but played beautifully neverthe-
ft,l
and diligent practice. She also had sweet,
flexible voice, aud sang with great express
sion, throwing her whole soul into her music,
both vocal and instrumental. She looked
very lovely in her light organde dress seat
ed at the piano, with the setting sun stream
ing through the window and playing upon
her light brown hair One and all acknOwl-
edged to theAfselves that however willful
Nan might be, there was no resisting her
sweet looks and many good qualities
Roy, who dearly loved music, found that
half-past had arrived before he was aware
OF 1t. Leaning over his mothers shoulder he
softly told her of Ben'S request.
Don't be long, my boy" she replied.
II won't, mother mine. I'll be back by
half-past s, sure and certain There will be
moonlight, and L IL take Nero along to keep
OF the bOgabOOS."
very quietly. But Nan was aware of il,
and, alter finishing the 'Silver Bell Polka"
turned to her mother and asked:
where is Roy?"
HE promised Ben to ride over this even
ing to tell him the plans for tomorrow, my
dear" answered her mother.
A faint flush crept over Mans face as she
silently turned to the piano and played the
Introduction TO the Carnival of Venice"
In the meantime Roy, whistling to Nero,
got his little black mare PATSY" out of the
stable, aud, not stopping for saddle, only
slipped on her Bride, then jumping on her
back, started down the road to Ben'S
farm at lively gallop. Patsy, having been
all day in the stable without any exercise to
speak Of varied her gallon with an occa-
sOnal kick-up accompanied by vigorous
switching OF her tail. But Roy was used to
her ways and stuck 10 her back like a leech,
lie was not many minutes in reaching Ben
Clayt0n's barn yard. He stopped suddenly
at the sound of a rich, melodious voice sing
ing on the farther side of the barn tae old
song:
Way down upon the Swanee Rbber.
FAR, lar away,
Deres whar me heart Is turning ebbef,
Dere's whar de ole folks stay.
All de wOrl' am sad an dreary,
Ebbery whar 1 roam.
o, dsrkies, how me heart grows weary,
SlshIn' fur de ole folks at home.
To be continued.